I had literally creamed myself almost nightly for Phil's body, but Phil was about as straight as they come—and getting all the female tail he could handle if all the talk around campus was true. We were both attending the university on athletic scholarships—Phil on a football and baseball scholarship and me on a wrestling scholarship, wrestling being a good way for me to get down and dirty with other hot, sweating, muscular dudes. We roomed in the same suite, athletes being given separate bedrooms in a suite of eight rooms with a communal head and shower. And I had ached for three months into the school year, being able to see Phil's beautiful, cut body in the shower almost daily, but knowing that he would never take interest in another guy as long as he was being worn out by the campus cunts.
And then I got a gift from heaven. We were at lunch, when Phil was telling us about the physical exam he had to take before the baseball season and that they were doing full exams, including MRI's and colonoscopies—the exam where they send a tube with a camera all the way up into your intestines from your asshole to check for cancerous polyps. They were being required this year because some dude had dropped over dead on the baseball diamond last season.
Phil was being asked if he feared the colonoscopy, because having some tube running up your ass canal was no picnic. I was thinking that the dude just didn't understand what a picnic that really could be when I heard Phil answer that they were trying a new technique on the team. They were testing a fancier camera with a thicker-than-normal tube, and therefore were giving the guys medicine that really opened the canal up before the test and then giving them knockout drops during the test and for the night after the test so that they could sleep through most of the pain that accompanied and followed the procedure.
"So, there will be pain, but there won't be that much left after I've wakened the next morning," Phil was saying. "Personally, I think they only are forcing us to take the exam so they'll have healthy guinea pigs to see how the new equipment and procedure goes."
My tablemates droned on with a scatological discussion of having a thick tube going up your ass, but I tuned them out while my mind quickly formed a plan that would fulfill my dreams without Phil ever knowing what had happened to him.
The night of the day of Phil's exam, I took a long, hot shower while my suite mates were settling in for the night and then waited until four in the morning, breathing heavy, in anticipation of the pleasure that I hoped was to come.
All was quiet as I tiptoed from my room to Phil's. I was wearing my sleeping trunks and would have just sidestepped off into the head if anyone had caught me on the move. When I got to his door, I quickly looked around to make sure I wasn't being observed and then opened his door quietly and slipped in. His blinds were open, and the full moon lit up the room. I found him zonked on his bed, conveniently lying on top of his covers, completely nude. Boy was he a hunk. Built like the quarterback he was. Sturdily constructed, but with muscle. No fat on him, dark curly hair covering his pecs and meeting to descend in a thin line down across his belly and fanning out around his well-hung cock and big balls and then down, weaving around his strong thighs and calves.
