My assigned reading was putting me to sleep, so I headed to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee. I was hoping that a little caffeine would keep me awake long enough to make it through the chapter—I was reading the same sentence for the third time when a large figure approached my table.
The light was behind him, so it took a second to make out his features. He was well over 6 feet tall, with large shoulders and huge thighs. As my eyes adjusted to the light, he began to come into focus.
He was wearing one of those synthetic T-shirts. His large pectoral and shoulder muscles were clearly defined, and the fabric bulged slightly over his stomach. He had on a pair of athletic shorts over compression shorts that were straining to contain his massive quads.
As his features became recognizable I identified the curly brown locks and the square jaw as Charles from my Western Lit class.
"Hi, Dre. Mind if I join you?" He asked, not really waiting for a response. He set down his tray loaded with lunch.
"Please do, Charles, pull up a seat." I said, a bit surprised as we had never exchanged more than a nod before today.
The only thing I knew about Charles was that he was on the track team, a discus thrower or something. He was smart and kind of shy in class. That's why I was so shocked when he just sat down without an invitation. He nervously picked at his food as we exchanged small talk about our class, the university, and cafeteria food.
Charles paused in mid sentence and after what could only be described as uncomfortable silence said, "So... Um... I hear we belong to the same club."
I was a little slow to catch on because I never expected Charles to be part of "The Club." I think I stared at him a little too long when he started to mumble.
"Or... Umm... Maybe not. No, I was mistaking you with another guy...."
I cut him off mid sentence. "Are you referring to that club where Mike and Drew are upstanding members?"
I could see the relief on his flushed face. It was funny to me that this imposing hulk of a guy, who could squash me like a bug, was embarrassed by something that I might have not even understood. It must have taken a lot of courage for him to come and sit at my table.
I discretely touched his leg under the table.
"Don't worry, it's cool. I think it's great that you're in the C Club. I am really glad that you came over and sat with me today. I was having kind a crappy time with today's reading and now things are looking up."
I gave Charles a smile and I could see him relax. Because we were in a public place, we had to use innuendo to discuss our involvement in the Cock Club, but it was clear that he was a relatively new member of the group.
He said that he had been recruited because some of the guys had a "thing" for his type. Charles told me that he didn't mind and that his luck hadn't been so good with the opposite sex so the club was a welcome diversion. He said that relieving that sexual tension helped his training.
"You seem like a nice guy, Dre. I was wondering if maybe you might want to come over to my place later. That is, if you aren't doing anything. Maybe we could have a beer or something and... well only if you... I mean..." he stammered.
"That sounds like fun Charles, what time?" I answered quickly because I could see that he was very nervous. I thought it was kind of cute.
He gave me a big grin and I squeezed his massive knee. I would never have considered someone like Charles, but now I saw was a big sweet guy with a boyish grin and a sparkle in his eye. I wondered with growing excitement what this experience would be like.
We planned to meet at 5:30 at his place, which was just off campus in an apartment building. I knew where it was, and after another hour of unproductive studying I went back to my room and showered to get myself ready.
Walking to his apartment, I experienced an odd mix of apprehension, arousal, and giddiness all at the same time. We couldn't really discuss what we were into in the cafeteria and I didn't even know this guy. It was exciting and terrifying all at once but I figured if he was a member of Cock Club he must be cool.
I rang his buzzer and the "clack" of the automatic door gave me a start as a small metallic voice said, "Third floor, Dre." I quickly climbed the stairs in what looked to be a 70's era building. Charles was waiting for me at the door with a cold beer in his hand.
"I figure you might need one of these," He said as he handed me the bottle of a tasty craft brewed ale. He was wearing a white tank and a pair of athletic shorts. His curly hair was still a little damp, and I could smell his musky body wash. His muscles looked even bigger than before and I couldn't help but notice that even in the baggy shorts he had a noticeable bulge.
He showed me around the apartment and we made awkward conversation. I noticed him rolling his right shoulder. I asked if he had injured it.
"No I am just sore from today's practice. We worked on upper body, shoulders, and I think I might have overdone it."
I said, "Sit down and let me massage it. I'm an expert."
"No that's okay. It's really not that bad. I'll be..."
I cut him off mid sentence. And then pointing to the couch, in a mock-stern, silly way I said, "Sit, young man."
