The Nerds Pact

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<< Dwight >>

"Happy Birthday, Wilbur. It was such a lovely party that your parents had for your 19th birthday this year."

Wilbur and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. My parents said that we started hanging out around age two and have been inseparable ever sense. I guess it helps that my birthday was just two days earlier, and since our birthdays are during the summer, we typically don't have other friends from school that are willing to attend a party with us.

Who am I kidding. If you look up the definition of a nerd in the dictionary, our pictures would be the provided examples. Wilbur is my only friend. Throughout High School, we never got invited to any parties. Of course, we didn't seek them out either. To us, sticking our nose in a good textbook or playing video games was a perfect way to spend a Friday night.

We were the founding members of the Dungeons and Dragons club at school. Every meeting we could count on exactly two people attending the club. There was that one time that someone walked into the room, but they were lost and were looking for the chess club that met in that same room on the alternate weeks that we were not using it.

The birthday party was great. His mother baked him a chocolate Minecraft cake. Wilbur did invite four other people to attend, but Vindicator, Marlatt1, GiantSloth and HardlyParty all virtually attended as we spent the afternoon playing online video games together.

At some point his parents came into the room to kiss him good night. We just continued to play, as it was a very common occurrence that we would game throughout the night. We took a short break around 2am and grabbed a snack from the kitchen.

Wilbur made a couple of sandwiches while I poured glasses of milk. As we munched on our snacks, he mentioned, "Think things will change this fall as we go off to college?"

"I am sure there will be new clubs for us to join and you will have the opportunity to travel with the marching band," I answered.

"True," he commented, "but I was thinking if things will change around us meeting girls."

"Let's make a pact," I comment. "By our birthdays next year, we have both had sex."

We both finished our snacks and headed back up to Wilbur's room. Before we logged back into the video game, he pulled out a piece of paper and wrote up a simple agreement that by a year from now, we both will have had sex with a girl. I have him change it to reflect a woman, instead of a girl, before we both sign it. He makes a quick copy of the agreement so I could have one as well.

As I log back into our game, I suddenly realize that I don't know the first thing about trying to attract a woman. I just hope that I recognize the situation when it presents itself.

<< Wilbur >>

A few days after my birthday party, my parents had a surprise family trip planned for us to go to Riverside, Iowa. I love Star Trek and have always wanted to visit the future birthplace of Captain Kirk. Turns out it is a small town in Eastern Iowa that celebrates every year the future birthday of my favorite original series personality. Of course, we missed the true party back in March for the actual date, but it was still fun to visit as part of my present from my parents.

We arrived home just in time for me and Dwight to register for our college classes this fall. We both are going to major in Computer Programming in hopes of getting jobs with a company like Google or Microsoft. I walked the two blocks to his house so that we could talk through any changes that may need to be made if we didn't get the classes we were hoping for.

Along with my required marching band classes, I signed up for Trigonometry, Intro to Robotics, Virtual Reality Coding and a Physics class that met my curriculum requirements. Dwight was also able to get into the same classes, apart from marching band. He tried once but turns out he can't read music and has two left feet.

One thing that he loves is Debate. He has been a member of our high school debate team and hopes to try out for our college debate team. For his birthday, his parents got him a book called "The Debating Book." We start reading through it and banter back and forth over some of the topics raised. I suck at debating, but Dwight once said, "A one person debate is going to be biased and destined for failure."

One of the topics in the book leads me to ask Dwight what he thought was the best way to approach a woman. "Not much of a debate topic," he responds, but continues. "I believe only a desperate person approaches first. It leads to rejection too many times and can cause a person to double down and approach someone that may not be a viable match for them. If you wait to be approached, you control all the cards and the moral high ground."

I comment, "That sounds true, but might that also be the reason that we are not only virgins but haven't even seen breasts that were not being displayed on a computer screen."

<< Dwight >>

Wilbur got to move into the residence hall about a week before I could. His marching band requirements allowed him to get to campus early. Something about practice time and getting ready for the first football game of the season. I would have helped him move in, but there wasn't even enough room in the vehicle for his mom, let alone me.

My parents and I packed up our car and drove to campus the next weekend. It was chaos as everyone was trying to move into the residence hall at the same time. Wilbur was in the room when I walked in and assisted in getting my stuff carted up to the sixth floor. Thankfully there were elevators, despite being slow. He had picked the side of the room that I wanted, but he was there first and got the first choice.

With the number of people trying to move in, we were limited to the amount of time that our vehicle could stay where it was parked. My mom and dad needed to start heading home anyway, and I hugged them goodbye. Wilbur logged back onto his computer, and I started hooking everything up so that I could eventually get online to play the game with him. I had a hard time deciding how I wanted the CPU and monitors to sit on the desk, and it took me nearly an hour to get everything connected and the wires neatly cleaned up.

I was about to get online with Wilbur when there came a knock at the door. An older student was standing outside and mentioned she was the Resident Assistant on the floor and that there was a floor meeting in twenty minutes. Just long enough for me to kill a few zombies online.

During the floor meeting, Katie introduced herself. I didn't realize we were going to be on a coed floor, but one wing was for the men and the other wing for the women. Most of the regulations were straight forward and really meant for those that would try and avoid those rules anyway. Being someone that followed the rules, I started looking around the room.

All the men tended to sit on one side of the gathering space between the two wings. The women on the side closest to their wing. Many of the women were in tank tops that were quite revealing. I felt my cock start to stir in my underwear. I try to adjust my legs to give it a little more room but still conceal any bulge that may be visible.

The town we live in is small and the girls simply don't reveal that much cleavage when walking around town. If they do, I just might not be in the right place at the right time to witness those sights. Maybe at some point one of them might approach me, but right now I have a hard cock that I need to do something with.

Being a male, I have had those feelings from time to time that I need to take into my own hands to alleviate. Typically, I would run to my room and jerk off in private. However, I share a room with Wilbur now and don't feel it would be appropriate to jerk off in front of him. Once the floor meeting concludes, I run down to the restroom and go into a stall.

I quickly pull down my shorts and slip my hand around my cock. I believe I am the only person in the restroom, and I clearly hear my hand as it moves up and down. It doesn't take me long to get that feeling of an impending release. That is when I hear other guys come into the restroom. One takes the stall next to me and starts talking with his bud, who is somewhere, maybe at a urinal.

I quickly and quietly finish myself off, aiming for the toilet. To my dismay, I forgot to raise the seat and half my load splats all over the seat. The only thing that I can do is grab some toilet paper to not only clean my cock up, but also the seat. I flush, exit the stall and wash my hands before heading back to the room. I find Wilbur back at the computer, wondering where I have been.

<< Wilbur >>

In high school, marching band was easy. We marched in a couple of parades and that is basically walking in a straight line while keeping to the beat. The first football game had very little movement, and we were just standing on the field for most of the performance. By our second game, more movement was added, but the same songs were played. By the end of the season, we had a full show to perform, but there were still the same songs being played. At the end of the season, we also attended a couple competitions and typically won first place.

Marching in college is hard. We have an intense practice each day before classes even start. Once classes start, we have about a week before the first football game where it is a full show to learn. Each game has a new show to perform and a different set list of music. I was expecting this and was ready. However, there were some that were not quite ready for the transition from high school to college.

I also play trumpet, which is the second largest section, behind the drumline. The music that is selected is always trumpet centric so there is no hiding in this section. The second day of practice was blazing hot with a humidity level that didn't allow our sweat to evaporate. Everyone was wearing as little as possible, with most of the guys, including myself, going shirtless and the ladies being in sports bras.

I come to a point in the show where I basically make a box on the field, four straight right turns. After my first right turn, I run straight into a woman on the trumpet line that accidently turned left. Luckily our instruments didn't collide, but our bodies did.

The next thing I know, I am flat on my back on the grass field with this woman directly on top of me. Our sweaty bodies are separated by just her sports bra. I can feel her nipples being pressed through the moist fabric by her large breasts. We both stare into the eyes of the other, dumbfounded at what has happened to lead to us being together on the field.

As she rolls off me, I hear, "Get up Mickey, you to Wilber!"

Our section leader was just a few yards away and completely mad that we haven't learned our lefts from our rights. To be fair, I have, it seems Mickey is the one that needed the refresher. However, I bite my tongue and don't make a comment.

We get back in line and I recognize that my cock is quite hard and causing a bulge on the front of my shorts. Being that close to a woman made my body react in a normal way, but a way that I was not expecting to have happen in the middle of band practice.

We were able to finish practice without any more incidents, although my mind was partly on marching, while thoughts of Mickey being so close to me also rushed through my head. It didn't help that as we were walking off the field, she ran over and apologized for what happened. But before she ran off, she gave me a little peck of a kiss on the cheek.

As Mickey pulled away, her sweaty sports bra brushed against my arm. I stopped in my tracks, bewildered at what had just happened. For the second time today, breasts rubbed against my body. I know the thin fabric of the bra separated us, but my cock was stirring again in my shorts.

There are many times that I don't shower after band practice if I am heading straight back to the residence hall. However, today was so hot that I had to cool down. I don't like others to see my naked body, even if it is just other guys. Now I had a hard cock after what Mickey had done, and I especially didn't want anyone to see what I was sporting.

I stayed in the band room for quite a while, telling myself that it was healthier to not shock the body with cold water when it was so hot. Once it seemed that most of the guys had vacated the shower, I made my way in. I found a spot in the changing area where I quickly dropped my sweaty shorts and stood naked for just a moment. I stepped into the shower to find there were still a few guys scattered around, but there was a corner where I felt I had a little privacy.

As I washed, thoughts of Mickey crept into my mind. Here I was standing naked in the shower, and she may very well also be in the ladies' shower standing naked. It was enough to keep my cock harder than I wanted it to be.

I simply allow the water to run over my body to remove the sweat and stench from my body. I can take a full shower when I get back to the residence hall. I quickly towel off and wrap it around my body to cover my hard cock. I step out into the changing area and slip into my clean clothes.

Before leaving, I must deal with this hard thing that I have in my shorts. I step into a stall and whip it out. I grip it with my hand and start jerking off. I can only think of Mickey in my mind as my hand slips up and down. Being as quiet as I can be, I suppress any moans that I want to make until I feel the release of my load from the tip of my cock.

I take toilet paper and clean my hand and cock up from the sperm that I have deposited. I also take some toilet paper to clean up a glob of sperm sitting on the rim of the toilet. After pulling up my shorts, I wash my hands and head through the band room for the door.

Right before I got to the band room doors, my eyes caught Mickey standing in the corner with a few other ladies from the band. I turn my head to look in her direction. She raises her arm to wave at me, but I refrain from waving back. Although she is fully clothed, she is wearing a blue tank top that is quite form fitting around her large breasts and allowing an abundant amount of cleavage to show.

Even though I just ejaculated in the bathroom, my cock begins to harden again in my shorts. I know it is going to be something I need to take care of as soon as I get back to the room.

<< Dwight >>

The Friday night before the first football game, Wilbur was at a late band practice. I was hunkered down in the room with my nose deep inside a very interesting book on the different types of waging war. This was the topic up for debate during the tryouts tomorrow. I am expecting to have to defend the tactics used at certain points in history as to why they were a better option than anything else that was available.

The problem was that it sounded like my neighbor had something else deep inside his girlfriend. She was being so loud that I felt that I was in the same room as them. At one point, the additional sounds of their bed creaking confirmed what they were doing. They were making it very hard to concentrate on my studying, but they were also making my cock very hard.

I came across the chapter on the use of sounds during war and thought this was a perfect example of what was happening right now. The sounds coming from the next room were so loud that I was not able to study and certainly would not have been able to sleep. I can use this example for not being able to prepare for the tryouts and debate how effective this tactic would be in war.

Finally, I must give in. I know Wilbur will not be back for a while and my cock is so hard from the sounds coming from the next room. I slip out of my clothes and plop on the bed. My hand grips my cock and instinctively starts to raise and lower. I match the pace I think they are going next door, based on what I am hearing.

Suddenly her moans change, and I hear, "Oh, God, I'm Cumming!" screamed from the next room. I know her boyfriend is filling her pussy full of his load. This triggers my release, and I watch my initial load fire from the end of my cock, fly through the air, and splatter on my chest. I keep my hand moving a little on my cock to coax additional sperm to ooze from the tip and drip down my hand.

I have created a mess, and I forgot to grab anything to clean myself up with. Suddenly I hear a key unlocking the door. I jump out of bed and slip back into my clothes. There wasn't any time to wipe the sperm from my chest but simply slip my shirt over that mess. I may have transferred some from my hands to the clothes, but there was no time. Thankfully Wilbur was talking to someone in the hallway and didn't open the door completely, giving me enough time to get back to the desk and wipe my hands with some tissues before getting back into my book.

"How can you study with all that noise coming from next door?" he comments as he finally walks into the room. The girlfriend was back to moaning after her orgasm at an even louder volume. "I guess I have gotten used to it," I comment as I stand up and head down the hall to the bathroom to clean my own mess up.

The next morning, I rushed off to the debate tryouts while Wilbur was fast asleep. With the game being at night, he doesn't have to meet up with the rest of the marching band until two this afternoon.

The debate tryouts are in a building that is close to the stadium, and there are already tailgate smells waffling through the air as I walk past. There are four Freshman spots available on the debate team and it appears there are seven that are at the tryouts. We are directed to sit on the stage behind some long tables. In the audience are the Senior captains who are going to be the people that decide who makes the team.

"Thank you for your interest in the debate team," one of the captains says before addressing each of us by name. "Michelle, Dwight, Louis, Brenda, Howard, Jose." Suddenly the woman on the end stands up and runs off stage. Off in the distance I hear her puking. The captain finishes, "And Tina, who I believe we can now cross off the list."

I think to myself, six people for four spots, I like these odds. Looking over my competition, Louis and Howard appear to be bookworms, like me. I can't get a good read on Jose and Brenda. Michelle is a blonde-haired woman with large breasts, so the stereotype proceeds her. If she performs well and makes the team, that stereotype might just be a useful tactic to use in competitions.

I was asked to debate how it is advisable for a small group of well-trained men to attack a sizably larger force and what tactic could I deploy to aid in tipping the odds in my favor. It wasn't the question that I was expecting, but I did argue that well-trained men could overwhelm a large force that didn't have the correct tools to fight with. I also dovetailed into my sex sounds argument as a preliminary way to keep the opposing forces off kilter.

It took a few hours for all six of us to debate our aspect of this topic and for the captains to determine who they were going to invite to join the team. In the end, Jose was named the Freshmen team captain, with Howard and I being second and third chairs. The fourth chair would have shocked me at the beginning of the day, but after hearing her debate, I like the choice of Michelle for that position.

After the tryouts, the four of us gathered to congratulate each other and to get to know our teammates. After about a half hour, Michelle comments, "Sorry everyone, but I need to run. Dwight, I like your forward thinking around your sex sounds argument. I would like to discuss that in more detail with you later."