The(O) Condition - Chapter 12

THE(O) CONDITION

Chapter 12: Hands on Theo

GoonninDale Academy was such a special place.

Where else could you see an anatomy professor stripping down in class, a diving coach wearing outrageous fluorescent trunks and students wearing speedos that so prominently enhanced their bulges? And where else would I have found a roommate like Theo?

As far as I was concerned, he was what made this place exceptional.

I could go back in time and think of all the TV, movies, and porn I had watched in my life. I could search everywhere; I had never seen someone who looked that hot or exuded that much masculine energy.

Especially when he paraded around so proudly, doing incredible dives in speedos that made his flaccid dick look like there was a football hidden inside.

Though maybe he was not flaccid anymore?

After an hour of practice, I found myself checking on him every couple of minutes to see if there was any evolution of his state of arousal.

My diving partner noticed.

“Your roommate is hard to ignore, huh?” Foster told me.

“Why would you say that?”

“Come on, his dick. Since anatomy class, we've all known what he's packing. Not that he was ever shy in the locker room before that, or on the springboard right now.”

“To be fair, he didn't pick those trunks today…”

“Yeah, he might not have picked them, but he doesn't seem to mind the revealing outline.”

As we watched him walk to the end of the springboard, Theo flexed his biceps, then his glutes, to make his diving partner Kyle laugh.

I could not tell if his bulge was getting any bigger.

All I knew was that Theo would decide when he needed a break to relieve himself, and then I would have to follow him. That was the plan.

Funny enough, I bet I was struggling just as much as he was to not get a hard-on in anticipation of what was to come.

Of course, Foster could not know any of that, and I did not want him to think I was a pervert for checking out Theo so much.

“Yep, well, should we practice our Armstand dives?” I deflected.

“Sure, let's go.”

I tried to be more discreet as I kept an eye on Theo.

I knew he wanted to resist going to the locker room to relieve himself for as long as possible because he did not want to nut again before the end of practice.

However, that strategy might reveal itself risky.

Our new speedos did not leave any wiggle room.

I was a bit distracted by the whole thing and got scolded a few times by Coach Barnes for my lack of precision.

Foster did not say anything, but I could tell he was a bit underwhelmed by my performance.

Sometimes, I wondered if he was jealous that I was checking out Theo more than him.

Not that Foster did not look very good in his tight speedos as well!

I mean, I was literally surrounded by shameless hunks at GoonninDale. In that regard, the brochure promoting the academy was not lying.

The practice continued for a while. I lost track of Theo, and for a moment, I feared he had abandoned the plan and discreetly walked to the restrooms to take care of his demanding dick himself.

Given what he was wearing, maybe he did not have a choice and had to run to the nearest restroom before ripping off his Speedo.

Although I was nervous about Theo’s idea and did have mixed feelings about it, I was still disappointed when I saw the opportunity to “assist” him disappear.

I had to admit that overall, this whole thing was more about enjoying myself than helping Theo in his ordeal.

I was just resolving to focus on the practice and stop worrying about my roommate when I turned around and saw a vision of Poseidon coming out of the sea.

It was Theo jumping out of the pool. He was wet from head to toe, and his bulge bounced up and down.

Sorry, Foster, I will definitely not be the best diving partner today.

God walked toward me.

It took my breath away.

“Yo, roomie. I think it’s time. I had to pinch myself in the water to calm the anaconda down.”

“Okay, well, it's been more than two hours, so that's good.”

“Right. Let's go see Barnes and Bawler; they're together right now. The timing is perfect.”

“Great.”

I started to leave with Theo, but Foster called me back.

“Hey, where are you going? I thought we were going to do another synchronized dive.”

“I… I have to do some exercises for Gallan's anatomy class in connection with our diving practice. He asked Theo and me to do them. We were about to discuss it with Barnes. Sorry, man.”

Foster looked disappointed, and I felt bad.

He was a great guy, and I was not being cool with him.

“Fine...”

“Don't worry. It won't take more than ten minutes.”

“Fifteen, max.” Theo corrected.

“But I'll be back, and then I promise I'll be fully focused on the sync.”

“That’s all right, man. Do what you need to do.”

As we walked away with Theo, he could not help himself.

“Is this dude in love with you or what?”

“What are you talking about? He’s just my diving partner.”

“And I'm your roommate. Priorities! He should get that.”

I chuckled.

“You're such a possessive dude.” I told him.

“With my buddies, yes!”

We reached Barnes and Bawler on the side of the pool.

Their first move was obviously to look down at Theo’s bulge.

I could relate; I would have done the exact same thing.

“Coaches, can we do our breathing exercise now? We believe Professor Gallan spoke with you about it yesterday afternoon.” Theo said.

I let him take the lead on this one, he had been the one to come up with the plan and he had talked with Gallan after class.

“Arf… He did… Don’t understand what this so-called meditation has anything to do with my sport, though.” Barnes scoffed.

“Professor Gallan wants us to try the exercises and tell him if it affects our concentration and attention. We thought now would be a good time to do it. Bastian was doing breathing exercises before and after diving last year and that helped him.”

“Oh, yeah. I did.”

It was not a lie, but not totally true either. It was just something we did with my former coach sometimes.

“Yeah, yeah… So what? Do I have to watch you? Bawler and I are pretty busy right now.”

I thought, busy doing what exactly? They were chatting amongst themselves, barely looking at what was happening in the pool or on the springboards.

“No, Coach. We just need ten or fifteen minutes by ourselves. We thought we could use the locker room to have some privacy for the exercises as they required calm and silence, and then we’ll be right back.”

Both coaches seemed perplexed, but, given the Academy's hierarchy, they could not go against a professor's direct instructions.

This is where the genius of Theo’s master plan lay.

“That seems lame, but why not? Hell, maybe it will help. Bastian, you definitely haven’t been on your A game this morning.”

“Yes, coach. I agree.”

“Just go, but I want you back here in ten minutes, tops.”

“Sure, coach.”

Theo and I hurried to the locker room.

“Man, I wish we could have gotten fifteen.” He told me.

“Ten minutes is not so bad.  You can cum in less, especially if I'm with you.” I replied with a smirk.

He nodded.

“Yes, but this one has to be extra good, remember? I don't want to get hard again in less than two hours.”

“I know, I know! Stop pressuring me!”

“Sorry, buddy. You're right. I’m grateful for you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, we’re fine. Don’t worry.”

We arrived at the locker room, where Theo sat on a bench. In a swift move and since there was no time to waste, he pulled his Speedo below his balls.

It worked like magic.

Freed from the tight fabric, his dick rose immediately, growing to full mast in less than 20 seconds.

I was in awe once again, speechless from the incredible show.

With an average-sized penis, it would have been hot, but with a twelve-inch monster cock, the erection simply looked supernatural.

“Am I pressuring you if I tell you to get in position?” He asked. “Bastian, are you with me?”

“I… Huh, sorry, I was…"

“Mesmerized by the size of my schlong? Again? I thought you’d be used to it by now. I’ve been showing it to you A LOT!”

He grinned.

“Dude, there's no getting used to that dick.”

“Ah, bet!”

“And yeah, I know we don't have much time. What do you mean, 'get in position?’”

“Show me that bubble butt of yours! It’s all wet now. Perfect. Looks like you’ve been oiling it.”

“I haven’t.”

“It's a fantasy, buddy! I know you don’t have a wet pussy between your legs, but I imagine it so I can get rock hard.”

I was not sure how I felt about that, but we did not have time to discuss the nature of our ambiguous relationship.

“Okay, so I'll just show you my ass?”

“Get on all fours on the floor, turn around, and slowly slide down your speedos. That'd be hot!”

I glanced at the dirty, tiled floor.

“Sure, if that helps you have a good orgasm.”

“It will, man. For sure.”

I got on my knees first and then got on all fours. Just like instructed, I started peeling off the back of my speedos while Theo sat behind me.

It was not easy because the spandex fabric was pretty much glued to my skin at that point. I suppose the slow reveal got Theo going, though.

“Nice. I'm starting to see that crack. Fuck. I bet that hole is tight inside…”

I swallowed hard.

From what I could remember, it was the first time Theo had mentioned my asshole. It made me feel fuzzy inside.

I pulled back the speedos entirely and bent my ass up further.

“You like my butt, Theo?”

“Yes. I like how round it is. I like how pale it is, too. I bet it turns really purple when it gets slapped.”

My breathing hitched.

“Do… Do you want to try?” I heard myself say.

“Really? You’d let me spank you?”

“If you think it might help.”

“Oh, it would definitely help, buddy!”

As he talked, I heard him stand back up, walk a few feet behind me, and then—

SLAM!

He slapped my ass really hard; the sound echoed throughout the locker room.

Although I had kind of asked for it, I was shocked!

“Ouch!”

“Did it hurt?”

“It's okay.” I mumbled. “Did you like it?”

“Oh, yeah. I can see the print of my hand on your ass. That's hot, man.”

“Do it again.”

What was wrong with me?

SLAM!

The second slap hit the same spot. I wavered, but I did not give up.

In hindsight, we were taking huge risks. What if someone had heard that? What if someone checked on us?

We were supposed to be left alone because meditation requires privacy, but we could not be certain that everyone would respect that.

“Bro, can I see your hole?” Theo whispered behind me.

I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was startled, too.

I was not the only one breaking down barriers in that moment. I do not think my roommate had ever done anything with another guy, except when Doctor Filler jerked him off at the hospital.

Lucky bastard by the way!

“I've never shown my hole to anyone.” I confessed.

Theo traced his finger against my ass.

He went from the top to very near the crack.

“Let me be your first, then.”

I got chills all over.

I brought my hands to my ass. Once again, my dick got hard. Damn it, I loved being his bitch.

I spread my ass cheeks.

“Like that?” I muttered.

“You can do better, man…”

“Fuck.”

“Don't worry, bro. It's not gay; I just want to see if it looks like a girl's hole—If I can get off on it!”

I opened more.

“And?”

“You need to spread even wider, bro. Hmm, it's so smooth and hairless. Wow.”

“Do you… do you want to do it yourself?”

With each new question I asked him, I was more shocked by my own boldness.

I swear I was not like this before I met Theo. But it had only been eight days, and everything I believed to be true about myself was being turned upside down.

What if I was just made to be someone’s slut?

In particular, Theo Helbig’s personal slut?

He slapped my ass twice, once on each cheek, and then grabbed both cheeks firmly.

I was surprised that he would let go of his dick just to feel me up.

“I guess it's time for another anatomy lesson.” He joked.

“Oh… God… Theo…”

“No need to call me God.” He teased me as he spread my cheeks.

He was certainly being much more forward than I had been.

I felt a breeze running over my hole. I was exposed like never before.

To tell the truth, although I had thought of it countless times, I had never dared to slide even a finger in it.

“Does it… Does it look good?” I stammered.

“Bro, you have a man pussy! What the fuck! Is this a bussy? Is it what they say? That hole is pink, smooth, and so fucking tight.”

He ran his index finger along it, sending shivers down my spine.

“Mmmm…”

The moan was involuntary but did not go unnoticed.

“Fuck, bro! Does it turn you on when I touch your pussy hole?!”

“Ah… No… I… I don't know…”

“Hey, roomie, there's no shame. Everyone has their kink. Look at my cock. I’m dripping just looking at it. That’s fine.”

I turned my head around, and indeed, without touching himself, Theo was already proficiently leaking.

“What do you want to do, Theo?”

I almost asked, "How do you want to use me?"

“Not gonna lie, the fact that you get hard when your hole is stimulated is a bit freaky, bro.” He laughed. “But, like, I need to get my big, explosive nut out of me. Spread your ass wide for me, just like I did, so I can jerk off to it.”

“Yeah, okay. I can do that.”

Obviously, I obeyed, and the masturbation session only got more intense from this point on.

Even though I could only hear it, I could tell that as my ass was open and my virgin hole was on display, Theo was furiously stroking himself, his fist slapping against his balls as he went.

“That's right. That's a nice, tight hole for a big, monster cock.”

“Your dick is so massive, it would wreck any hole.” I played along.

“Hmmm… You said it… Damn, the carnage it would cause. Hmm. The way it would feel. Fuck. I'm getting into the zone.”

“For sure… It’d hurt.”

“I’d rearrange your guts, bro!”

I checked the time; we were already halfway through.

“Do you want me to tell you again how much I love your big dick?”

“Yeah, maybe. Although, maybe we could move on to the next phase to ensure the best orgasm.”

I gulped, understanding where he was going with it.

Since he had not asked for it yet, I did not know if we would really go there.

“Just tell me what you want, man. You need that big, fulfilling nut.” I encouraged him.

“Yeah, doctor's orders, bro. I need to have the best fucking explosion”

“Right. What do you need then?”

I could hear that Theo was still caressing himself behind me, but for some reason, he did not seem willing to clearly state what he wanted.

Just tell me you need a handjob from me! I thought.

“Okay, Bastian… Like… I'm getting myself to a certain point, but if I want to hold off until lunch, you should…”

I wanted it to come from him.

“I should what?”

I finally turned around to look at him.

“You should take the wheel, bro… My wrist is tired.”

I smiled.

Here we fucking were!

“You want us to sit on the bench?”

“No.” He replied harshly. “I'll sit, and you kneel in front of me.”

“Okay.”

I did not mind the authoritarian tone. If anything, I liked it.

“Good. I'll sit, and you'll kneel in front of me. You'll pump me good, okay? Just like we talked about yesterday.”

“Just like we discussed. No big deal.”

“Exactly. A dick is just a dick, and a hand is just a hand.”

He took a step back and sat down on the bench.

I crawled toward him. He spread his legs to allow me easy access to his junk.

The floor was cold, dirty, and hard on my knees.

I caught Theo glancing at my erection but he ignored it. Soon enough, I was between his thighs.

“Should I?” I whispered.

“Fucking hell, Bastian! Just grab my fat cock and stroke it. Can't you see it's begging for it?!”

Now that was the kind of request I wanted to hear! Clear and unequivocal.

With my heart ready to burst and my own cock about to do the same, I extended my hand and grabbed the enormous dick towering before me.

The first contact was everything I had hoped for, and more.

It was warm, and the girth made it almost impossible to fist, which I loved. The veins were palpable against my palms, and the precum easily slid between my fingers.

This was the first cock besides my own that I had felt in my hand, and damn it, I had gone for the very top tier.

Theo let out a high-pitched gasp when I held it.

I looked up at him.

“I'll make you feel good, man. I’ll try my best.” I told him.

He nodded, looking flustered. A rare look on his usually cocky face.

“Go on, buddy. Up and down. Up and down.”

I followed his instructions and his rhythm. At first, I was doing all the work, but soon his hips started bucking, and his cock began moving inside my fist.

Incidentally, it became evident that I had to use both hands. There was way too much ground to cover.

I added my left hand to the base while my right hand continued the back-and-forth motion.

“Is that all right?”

“Fuck… Yes… So… So good…”

Theo shut his eyes.

“We still have a little time. Use it to appreciate this.” I advised him.

“Yeah… Hmmm… Caress my balls, too. They need attention…”

“Sure.”

My left hand was right there, so it was easy.

I cupped both nuts, they were so fucking big compared to mine or to the average guy.

Since he was not watching, I was almost tempted to lick it all, but I did not want to do anything Theo would not fully be on board with.

Servicing and pumping that meat seemed like a privilege enough.

That being said, I thought spitting on the shaft to make it slippery was naturally part of the experience.

As I did so, Theo moaned a little louder, so I knew he approved.

Now that his hands were free, he could caress his nipples.

I could tell he was entering another dimension. I was glad.

I intensified the pace of my stroking.

Whenever I reached the top of his penis, I ran my fingers over his foreskin to rub his glans, and then went back down.

I loved his pink cockhead—wet, shiny, spurting more precum at each back-and-forth.

With my other hand, I went from his balls to the base of his penis, sometimes just caressing his groin.

This was a hyper-sensitive area on my own body. When I jerked off, caressing my groin at the same time could make me cum instantly, so I did the same to Theo.

It was not rocket-science, after all.

To please him, I simply did what I liked to do, with the slight difference that his dick was twice as big and girthy as mine.

It felt empowering to handle it.

I could not imagine how it must feel to actually own that unstoppable cum machine between your legs.

I pinched Theo’s balls at one point, and he let out another high-pitched moan.

“Ah…. Fuck… Here we go… I’m…”

“You're close?”

“So fucking close. You’re doing a good… hmmm… A good job… You know how to handle a big fat cock…”

I caressed his balls and stroked the upper part of his dick. It was so slimy at this point.

“You’re so thick, Theo.”

“Yeah, ah… hmmm… if you do that again… I’m gonna…”

“What?”

I rubbed two fingers slowly against his balls, then his groin.

“I'm gonna explode!”

“You think it'll be enough to hold on until the end of the prac….”

He cut me off.

“I don't fucking care at this point. Just milk me!”

“I fucking am, man. I'm milking your big dick!”

“Oh hell… Hmmm… I just need to…”

“You need to cum, Theo. You need to let everything out!”

“AAH… AAH… YEEEES!”

I did not let go of his cock as I felt it throb more than ever under my fingers.

The metaphor that comes to mind is a rocket ready for takeoff.

I had never been inside one, but I bet the sensation was the same: shaking more and more until finally— the explosion and actual lift off.

Cum erupted from his cockhead and flew straight onto Theo’s face.

Two more ropes came out and painted my cheeks white.

It kept going: One, two, three, four… twelve more spurts! It was non-stop!

By this time, our chests and faces were drenched, and more cum was still dripping onto my hands. I could not stop touching the geyser that had become his dick.

Theo was not aware, but I was cumming too.

It was such a rare occurrence for me, to cum without touching myself, but this session done the trick.

Those ten minutes were by far, the most erotic of my entire life.

Theo’s waterproof watch rang; it snapped us both back to reality.

My roommate opened his eyes again.

“Shit! The ten minutes are up.”

“We're all filthy again…” I said, stating the obvious.

“Shower! Now!”

We did not have time to enjoy the post-orgasm bliss.

We ran to the shower and tried to wash off as much cum as possible.

The only thing I asked Theo was about his master plan.

“So, do you think it'll be enough? Do you feel like your balls are fully empty right now?”

With water cascading over his stunning naked body, he nodded and smiled.

“Yes. That was honestly amazing, man. Thanks for your help. You literally drained me.”

“That was the goal, right?”

“Damn, right. We're the best team, dude.” He slapped my bare ass playfully. “Now, let's hurry! We cannot piss off the coach if we want to do this at every practice!”

I agreed.

“Let's tell him that our breathing exercise helped us feel lighter! It won’t be a lie.”

“You’re a smart-ass, Bastian; I like it!”

We laughed and hurried back to practice with the others.

After that, my performance did improve greatly.

See, there were good sides to being Theo’s jack-off assistant!