Day 2, 12:15 PM

Zayvion strolled down the hallway of The Quads, tugging at his waistband for the third time since leaving the room.

As he pushed open the stairwell door, everything stopped. He heard a familiar sound and decided to walk up stairs to see where the noise was coming from.

As he looked up, on the landing above him, a guy (Na’Trell) stood in front of a camera—stroking his dick. Shirtless, sweaty, and smiling. He wasn’t even hiding it. As if on cue, the guy did a little dance, hips swaying, cock in hand, then flashed Zay a grin like this was just another day on campus.

Zay froze, heart racing. Then, without thinking, he spun around and bolted down the stairs. His sweatpants slipped lower with each turn. “Awl Shit,” he muttered, yanking them back up. “I forgot to put on some underwear. It’s okay, I’ll buy some new ones anyway,” he said, gripping the waistband tight as he rounded the final flight.

Only when he pushed the lobby doors open and stepped into the afternoon sun did the panic start to wear off. But now he was hyper-aware. His dick had shifted while he ran, and the fabric was rubbing against the head in a way he hadn’t expected. A faint tingling spread as he walked, his arousal slow and uncomfortable, unwanted—but real.

As Zay walked towards the CUM Drip, he pulled his dick out to check it out. He couldn’t help but notice the newfound freedom his balls had without underwear. He tucked it back in and glanced down and noticed how much more prominent the bulge in his pants appeared. He pulled it back out again while walking. With each step, he could feel the head of his penis brushing against the fabric, creating a tingling sensation.

Zayvion reached Monroe Square and paused in front of the loud, chaotic storefront of CUM Drip. Inside, the vibe hit immediately—walls lined with racks, shelves stacked with random small appliances, fake jewelry, and flashy clothes in every color. It wasn’t huge, but it felt packed. Too much. He stood frozen for a second, trying to figure out where to even start.

He drifted past a row of mannequins showing off jeans, then did a hard double take.

Wait. Are they—?

He blinked. “Yo, they saggin’… with they whole ass out. No drawers? That’s wild.”

Just then, he felt it again. That rubbing.

Aww Shit.

The tip of his dick brushed against his sweatpants, and a faint pulse of heat rose up in his gut.

Okay, I need underwear. Right now.

He made a quick beeline for the underwear section, weaving through racks like he was on a mission.

Then—bam. His hand paused on a bold pair of Ethikas—red, black, and gold.

Yo. School colors? Gotta rep. That’s fire. He held them up. Grinned.

Hold up, what’s this?

A second pair caught his eye—SWAG Rice Krispies joints with little gold crowns all over.

This actually go hard though. Fuck it. Imma get them too.

He snagged a fitted tee and debated between two pairs of pants before settling on the gray sweatpants—soft, basic, but with that perfect stretch. He flipped over a few tags. Everything was Made in China, cheap but stylish. His wallet appreciated it. But he wondered if the pants were too big.

There’s a dressing room, let me go try them on.

As he headed toward the dressing room, he slowed.

Yo… who’s that?

A guy sat on a bench outside the fitting rooms, phone angled mid-selfie. Light-skinned. Arm inked up. Big bold tattoo said: Kelz.

His heart kicked. A warm pull in his stomach. His dick started to rise.

My gawd, Why he gotta be so damn fine?

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He ducked into the fitting room quick. Pulled the curtain behind him. Took a second to catch his breath.

He started to undress, and his mind was buzzin’.

It ain’t like I want him. Not like that… it’s just… everything from that stairwell to that boy Kelz got me buzzed.

He laughed at himself.

Look at you. Sweatin’ over mannequins and cute boys now.

What if I just… said something? Like, asked his name or somethin’. Hell, maybe even his number…

Zay grabs the new pants and begins to slide them on, still freeballin’.

Nah. What if he straight?

Zayvion pulled up the new sweatpants and caught his print in the mirror and laughed.

Sexy. Okay, Zay… I see you.

All these cute dudes on campus are all straight. Even Tyler kinda cute too. He tall, got a nice body on him. I hope he like the clothes I got. I really do.

He turned and looked at himself in the mirror.

Next mission is a haircut. Let me get out of here.

As he walked down the main aisle, he passed a row of discounted vacuum cleaners. He glanced around—just taking it all in—when he noticed one of the store workers (Alante) stacking boxes a few feet away.

Tall. Slim. Kind of like Tyler…

Zay’s eyes lingered to the guys crotch.

He cute too and got a nice bulge.

I wonder what his dick look like. He remembered hearing somewhere that skinny dudes be packin’.

Before he could stop himself, his mind drifted imagining the dude stacking boxes, but this time with a long dick swaying.

Zay blinked hard and shook his head.

“Yeah… it’s time to go.”

Zayvion stepped out of CUM Drip, the plastic bags rustling in his grip as he adjusted his new sweatpants one last time. The afternoon sun hit him, but it wasn’t just the heat making his cheeks flush. For the first time, he realized how free he was—no parents watching, no old friends judging, no small-town rules holding him back. He laughed to himself, shaking his head. “Look at you, Zayvion. Buying wild boxers, free ballin, checking out dudes, just… doing you.”

He paused on the sidewalk, the energy of Monroe Square buzzing around him. Back home, he’d never let himself want like this, never let himself wonder. But here? Nobody knew his past. Nobody could tell him what to do. He took a deep breath, the realization settling in: he could take chances. He could talk to who he wanted, wear what he liked, even go commando if he wanted to. “Ain’t no stopping me now,” he song the lyrics and grinned. This is what college is all about.

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• GoneSuckItOrNot
• Kelz_Back
• Slim_Thick10
• ZMan

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