The(O) Condition - Chapter 11

THE(O) CONDITION

Chapter 11: Theo’s Speedos

On Tuesday morning, it was time to put Theo’s masterplan into motion.

I should mention that my roommate was particularly shameless that night. Yep, that means he was even more of an exhibitionist than usual!

He normally fapped under the covers, but he seemed to have decided that there was no point in concealing anything anymore.

Why bother when I had already seen it all?

Throughout the night, I could see him openly jerking off despite the darkness of the room. His enormous cock was silhouetted for a while until Theo exploded onto his own chest.

At one point, he looked toward me as if to check if I was watching.

It felt like he wanted me to watch.

Needless to say, I did not sleep much.

Without Theo knowing, I grabbed my dick under the sheet and jerked off alongside him.

We nutted simultaneously at around 4:30 a.m.

Two hours later, as the room lit up with the rising sun, Theo became even more outrageous.

He kicked his sheet off onto the floor, exposing himself completely, and spread his legs wide. He was also very vocal while masturbating.

He played with his nipples and moaned loudly. He had headphones on as he was listening to porn, but he was not watching it.

Instead, he looked at himself, staring down at his erect penis, or looked straight at me with a little smirk on his face.

I did not look away. I did not want to hide anymore.

I suppose this was part of the plan: to get me used to his insatiable dick before I had to work on it myself.

Was I supposed to take notes on how to service such an enormous cock?!

The truth is, I was no less intimidated by his penis.

No matter how often and how long he flaunted it, that cock still felt untamable and absolutely unreal.

For this wank, Theo pulled his cum rag out from under his bed and spilled (most) of his thick load onto it.

It's no surprise that the black briefs had turned completely white by the time he was done using them.

Some guys use socks for the same purpose, but a sock would never have worked for my roommate; he needed more surface area to jizz on.

Throughout all this, Theo did not say a word to me.

He was just there, openly masturbating and showing off, but not talking to me.

It was so casual. 

At least, it was for him.

I, on the other hand, was going crazy. Even when I fell back asleep, his cock was literally haunting my dreams.

And it was not only his cock. Theo was tall, beefy, and oh, so sexy. I wanted to play with his nipples, lick his sweaty armpits, and bite his fat hairy ass.

The real action did not start until a few hours later, right before practice.

This was step one of Theo’s master plan.

After my shower, I returned to our bedroom wearing boxer briefs and a towel to finish drying off.

I froze when I realized that Theo was naked in bed—hard and dripping all over again.

We were supposed to leave in less than fifteen minutes to allow time to change in the locker room.

“I've been waiting for you.” He spoke.

“Wow, man… You… You’re ready.”

“I am. I need to get off and it needs to be worthwhile so that I can last as long as possible without getting hard afterwards. The longer I wait for my mid-practice orgasm, the better the chance that I can stay flaccid until the end of the training session without cumming in the pool again.”

“I know, but how exactly do you want to make this one worthwhile?”

“Easy. Although, I kind of hoped you’d come out of the bathroom naked. We talked about it yesterday.”

I know we had talked a lot while he was openly jerking off, but most of it was a blur at this point.

It was difficult to focus on the conversation, on anything, while his twelve-inch cock was right there, pulsing and leaking.

“I know we did, but what exactly do you want from me?”

“Just slide your briefs down under your ass and bend over, bro.”

I was taken aback although I should not have been surprised. As he said, this had been discussed.

“Seriously?”

“Remember—the visual aid? You said you were okay with it. Is this a problem? Buddy, you have to tell me if you don't want to help me anymore.”

“No, it’s fine. I agreed to it. I want to help you.”

“Great! So, can I stare at your smooth ass?”

He had the cheekiest smirk on his face.

“Yeah, you can.”

I had mixed feelings.

On the one hand, I really wanted to play those filthy games with Theo. I loved that he was into my ass so much, and that he was jerking off to me. It was great for my ego and my libido.

But, on the other hand, I was still an awkward, closeted virgin.

I had not come out to anyone yet so this was a lot for me.

“You're good, Bastian?”

“I am. Just focus on your dick and look at my ass.” I heard myself say as I got into position.

I walked to the desk, slowly slid down my underwear, and arched my back to give him the best view.

“That's what I'm talking about! Come on, man. Give me a show; my dick needs it.”

I bent over a little more.

My heart raced in my chest.

I had never done anything like this before. I had always been more of a voyeur, a discreet lurker. But now, I felt like a stripper—and you know what? I liked it.

To be fair, it was mostly Theo’s dirty talk that got me excited.

His filthy mind was almost as much of a turn-on as his smoking-hot body.

“Shake it, baby!” He joked.

Except he was not really joking.

He wanted more.

“Twerk it for me. Make it bounce like those sluts in R&B music videos.”

I gave it a try.

"Yeah, go for it! You're natural at this, man!”

Was I?

I had a second of self-awareness.

Wait, was I really shaking my ass for my straight roommate!?

It seemed like I was. And it felt like I was doing something right if I believed how much Theo was hyping me up.

Between the long moans and intense fapping noises, he kept encouraging me to do more.

“Go for it… Hmmm… That’s cool, man… Yeah, shake that ass like a good little bitch!”

It was as if I were under Theo’s spell. My butt was bouncing more and more as soon as he asked.

What the hell was I doing?

“You're gonna get me so close, man. Talk to me again. Remember when you said how much you liked my big, hot dick? Tell me how you think my cock is beautiful.”

So, when he said wanted me to tell him dirty stories, he actually just wanted me to praise his cock… Interesting.

That was fine by me. I did not have to strain to come up with things to say.

I kept exposing my bare ass—not looking at him—but began complimenting his penis.

“Theo, you have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Maybe it's the biggest one on the planet, especially on a white guy! I cannot even fathom it. Every time I look at it, I feel like it’s a huge sex toy in a porn shop. But this is real life. You’re just that hung.”

“Fuck, that's right! Hmmm… My dick is bigger than most dildos.”

“Much better looking, too. It’s the real deal. So fucking massive. Veiny and dripping—It’s every man’s dream to have a dick like that.”

“Look at it!” Theo suddenly commanded. “Turn around and look at it!”

Did he not want to see my ass anymore?

In any case, I obeyed and turned around.

“Yes, definitely. It's so fucking huge!” I confirmed.

And right there, he looked bigger than ever.

“You think it's tasty?” He asked.

“I bet it is!”

“Get on your knees.”

“Wh—what?”

“Get on your fucking knees, Bastian. You'll have a better view. You should watch closely and keep going. It's hot to hear how much you love it.”

I obliged and got down.

Although I felt vulnerable in this position, I also felt like I belonged there.

Without being prompted, I started crawling closer to the demanding dick.

I could tell Theo was close to cumming; precum dripped steadily from his cock.

“Your dick is just the best. Fuck, so glorious and hard. It's the cock of a real-ass man. It's the kind of cock that makes heads turn.”

“Yeah, any chick would be happy to have it, right?”

Why did he have to bring up women?

I was right there!

I played along, though.

“They should be glad to taste it, suck it, and deep throat it. Anyone would be lucky to choke and gag on your meat!”

“Fuck yeah… Hmm… That’s hella right!”

I checked the time. If Theo wanted to shower before leaving, we would have to hurry.

I needed to turn the heat up a few notches.

“Theo, those girls would love to see all that creamy cum erupt. I bet they'd fight each other to taste and drink it.”

“Now we're talking! That’s where my loads should land, right? Hmmm… Why am I using a cum rag when they could swallow it?!”

“Totally. You should shoot it directly into a whore's throat.”

“I'd feed her well. I have so much cream to give.”

“The best milk ever.” I whispered, my mouth now mere inches from his balls.

They contracted as Theo reached his orgasm.

I took a deep whiff—being this close to his hairy asshole and slippery junk, I had to take all the musky scent in.

I could not tell if he had noticed, but I did not really care anymore.

“You're gonna make me cum with how dirty you are, buddy.” He mumbled.

“You like it when I'm dirty?”

“Oh, fuck, yes. That's so messed up, dude. But what the hell… I… I like it. Hmmm… I can feel the loads coming.”

“Let yourself go, man. Enjoy the moment.”

“Yes… I'm going to cum so hard…”

“That's what you deserve. That’s what you need. The relief!”

I looked up and saw that his cock was towering over my face. It was so large that I could no longer see Theo’s upper body in the background.

It was just me and his monster cock.

Sometimes, it felt like that thing was alive with a mind of its own, twitching, shaking, throbbing, and maybe even talking.

Talking? No, more like singing.

Yes, that dick was making wet, squeaky sounds: a melody to my perverted ears.

His junk exuded testosterone and manly fluids.

Oh, fuck! I felt like I understood this dick. I was starting to bond with it—and it was such a special relationship.

Was I going crazy? Yes, I was.

Was I happy about it? Fucking yes, I was!

“Fuck… Bastian! I'm going to… I… I'm coming.”

“Yes, you are. Explode for me! Give me your cum!” I shouted.

“Yes… Fuck… Fuck yes! Ahhh!”

And there they were, the fireworks, all over again. This time, however, I was too close to the eye of the storm.

I saw a few volleys flying around, but then it started raining on me—In my hair, on my face, and on my shoulders.

Spontaneously, I stuck out my tongue.

The rain poured down on me as if I were being baptized. I was drenched.

I was not a spiritual man, but I would definitely convert to this religion.

I lost track of time while I was getting sprayed and the next thing I remember is Theo standing in front of me. His dick was still hard but starting to deflate. It was wet and shiny, just the way I liked it.

“Oops, bro. I think I hit you with my spunk.”

“You… you think?”

He laughed.

“Yep, man. You're covered, God. Wait, are you hard? Did that make you hard, bro?”

I looked down, and my dick was so hard that it had poked through the fabric of my briefs.

I was also precumming.

Shit. It seemed I was getting caught.

“I… I don’t know, it’s just…”

“Bro, it's probably the dirty talk that got you going. That was pretty crazy. Don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, right.”

I was reassured when he did not make a big deal about my hard-on.

Even so, it would have been ironic coming from him. Still, I was on my knees before him, and I did not have a condition—I was not supposed to have an erection like this.

“Shit! Man, we have to go now.” Theo finally realized how late it was.

“Wait.” Suddenly, I came back to reality. “I'm covered in jizz. You said it yourself. I have some in my hair.”

“Yeah, man. That’s pretty wild!”

“Fuck!”

“We have to be at practice in five minutes. Let's get in the shower together and hurry.” Theo suggested.

A shower with him? How would that help my erection go down?

But I did not really have a choice, nor the willingness, to refuse such an enticing proposal.

“You’re right. Let’s be quick!”

And that’s how Theo and I found ourselves sharing a shower stall for the first—but not the last—time.

I was aroused the entire time, but Theo did not comment on it.

I believe that he was too preoccupied with my back to pay attention to my front.

If we had had more time, I am sure he would have offered to wash my ass, but since we were in such a hurry, we were in and out of the shower in a couple of minutes.

I tried to be thorough but I was pretty sure I may have some cum left on myself here and there.

It was too late anyway.

“That’s good.” Theo said on our way to the locker room. “We'll be on time, and I feel like the session we just did was a good one. I should definitely be able to control myself for more than two hours!”

“Okay, well, you'll tell me when we’ll need to take a break?”

“Don’t worry. I’m in charge of phase two of the master plan, and I’ll talk to Barnes myself to remind him that Gallan gave us the breathing exercise to do.”

“That’s cool with me.”

As we arrived at the sports center, we walked into the locker room at the same time as the others.

It was pretty mind-blowing to go back to normal life with divers who were casually chatting and making jokes.

Those guys had no idea what Theo and I had been up to just a few minutes prior.

Kyle was in the middle of changing, wandering around the locker room naked, when Coach Barnes walked in.

I was surprised to see him there, as he normally let us have privacy.

“Hey, guys, how are you feeling today?” He asked.

“Good, Coach!”

“In great shape!”

“Ready to practice!”

Everyone showed their enthusiasm.

I noticed that all the divers had stopped what they were doing, except for Theo. Unbothered by Barnes’s presence, he continued changing and he even slid down his shorts, exposing his flaccid penis.

This became obvious because Barnes froze and stared at Theo’s junk for a moment.

What can I say? That was usually the effect of looking at my roommate’s dick. He was quite the show stopper.

But I was steps ahead of them all, getting to watch it harden, up close and personal.

I smiled to myself as Coach Barnes explained what he was doing there.

“Coach Bawler is going to walk in any minute to give you your Speedos. We are very proud of them, and we think they will complement your diving beautifully. We chose skimpy models on purpose to make your graceful moves in the air really shine through. It cost the Academy a fortune but you’ll be unmissable in competitions!”

Kyle and Larry smirked at each other.

They had warned me that the official Academy Speedos tended to be incredibly skimpy.

“Let’s not waste time, boys. Before Coach Barnes arrives, you can continue undressing, and we’ll try on the swimwear as soon as he gets here.”

Foster looked at me.

Had we understood the same thing? We were supposed to get naked while waiting for the trunks to arrive.

No one seemed bothered by it. Kyle and Theo were already naked, and soon Trevor, Larry, and the others followed suit.

I undressed, knowing my dick would look good since it was hard as a rock right before practice.

Have you noticed that your flaccid dick looks better when you’ve just had a steady erection and did not ejaculate?

I did not want to look too small, especially compared to the other guys on the diving team where everyone was seemingly hung. If I did not know any better, I would have thought this was a criterion for making it on the team.

Even Coach Bawler seemed to be packing an anaconda below his fluorescent trunks.

But I digress—Coach Bawler walked in a few moments later with a box swimwear.

He took a good, long look at the naked jocks standing in line before calling us one by one to give us our speedos.

Even at first glance, it was very evident that they were indeed skimpy.

Foster was called first, and he looked visibly surprised when he held the ridiculously small piece of fabric in his hand.

Granted, competition trunks are usually very small (hi, Tom Daley, if you’re reading this), but these were on another level.

They were cut incredibly high, revealing the majority of the butt. Not to mention, the enhancement on the front. 

It was like it had been made to barely hide the very most sensitive parts of the male anatomy and basically show everything else.

This became apparent when Foster tried it on. 

He had never looked that exposed—and, admittedly, that sexy.

It turned out to be true for the others as well.

It also seemed like everyone had been given a pair one size too small, making the whole thing even more obscene.

Trevor had to squeeze his big black cock ever so carefully to fit it on.

“That looks splendid!” Barnes said as he turned Trevor around to see how they looked from behind.

I must say that I approved as well, because he did look great.

The same went for Kyle, who tried the speedos next.

Gorgeous.

When it was my turn, I realized how strange it was that we were just all watching each other’s fitting.

For the second time that morning, I had the odd sensation of being a stripper giving a show.

As soon as I put the speedos on, I knew they looked good on me because Theo’s eyes became glued to my ass.

I was not mad about it!

He had to be careful not to get too horny, though. It was way too soon to nut again, and in this particular setting, his dick was already the center of attention.

Everybody would see the slightest semi rising.

Was it random, fate, or on purpose? He was the last one called to try on his pair.

For ten minutes, he had watched thirteen divers try on the official competition trunks.

Thank goodness for his morning wanks; Theo’s dick was fat but soft when it was finally his turn.

He grabbed the tiny Speedo with a smirk on his face.

He was so into it… At times, I wondered if his exhibitionist tendencies had to do with the O Condition or if it was just a personality trait. 

In any case, the speedos seemed especially small for Theo, and he probably struggled more than anyone else to put them on.

His thighs were too wide, his ass was too big, his dick was way too massive.

Only when he finally had them on did I realize what made these so different from the competitive swimwear the professionals were wearing.

It was the outrageous bulge!

Crazily enough, since they were supposed to be athletic gear, this particular model of speedos was like an Andrew Christian design with a very obvious bulge enhancer.

On Theo, it looked utterly lewd.

His hair was sticking out everywhere, and the bulge was enormous.

On the back, you could see the beginning of his butt crack as well as his dark hair.

It was just wild.

“Perfect.” Coach Barnes simply stated.

He could not seriously consider this a good fit? It was way too revealing for college competitions!

Yet, it seemed like a done deal.

Seconds later, we were told to start practicing and dive into the pool.

“Wow, buddy, can you believe the thing they’re making us wear? They’re going the extra mile this year.” Theo whispered to me.

“Yeah! On you, it just looks… insane.”

He chuckled.

“I mean, it's fine now. I don't give a shit. But like, I could never deal with an erection in this. Right now, I already feel like my cock could rip it apart. Fuck! Even a semi will be too much. You know what that means?”

“Huh… I think so.”

“The second part of the plan will have to be executed perfectly. That nut during the break had better be the best of my fucking life or I’m screwed!”

“Clearly…”

“I’m counting on you, buddy!” He slapped my ass as we walked on the ledge of the pool.