Focused 1

Matt was glad to finally be off to college. He was happy to leave his high school and his set image behind him. But don’t get the wrong idea, Matt wasn’t a dork or unattractive. He was smart enough to hold a 3.5 GPA and was athletic too. He enjoyed playing hockey on a club team and running track for his school. He also liked to swim. 

Matt had never had much luck with the ladies. He was thin and his body was toned, but he wasn’t the type of kid you would describe as a “jock,” he just didn’t have that look. He was too nice, too much of a good kid.

Matt’s first college class was calculus. He walked in the back of the classroom and made his way up front. The class had about 30 students. Matt had always been good in math, so this was one class he was actually looking forward too.

Matt returned to his dorm room and threw his book bag on his bed.

“So,” his roommate Ethan asked, “how was your first day?”

“Good,” Matt responded. Ethan was a little taller than Matt, at 5’9, and had a chiseled, distinguished face. 

“Cool, you want to go out drinkin’ tonight?”

“Definitely,” Matt said with a smile.

***

The next day Matt was a little tired when he walked into his calc class. Originally, it hadn’t bothered him that the class was four days a week, instead of the typical three…but now he was seeing the down side. Matt walked up towards the front of the room, and caught a glimpse of underwear. The underwear belonged to a jock-type kid that sat near the back of the room. Matt was surprised by the fact that a jock would wear underwear, not boxers, and colored underwear at that…red, to be exact. “Strange,” Matt thought to himself, as he sat down and the image disappeared from his mind.

***

Matt turned his key in the lock, and entered his room; much to the surprise of Ethan and his guest.

Matt stopped in his tracks, as a pretty blond girl rolled off of his roommate. Luckily, they were both still clothed.

“Hey,” Ethan said, startled, “Class over?”

“Yeah,” Matt said, “I can come back later if you want.”

“No, I was about to leave anyway,” the girl offered. She quickly gathered her things, said a quick goodbye to Ethan, and left.

“Hey, I’m really sorry,” Matt apologized. He felt horrible.

“Don’t worry about it,” Ethan assured, “It’s only our first week up here. I’m not in a rush.” Ethan grinned as he walked over to his desk.

“You getting on any girls yet,” Ethan asked, with the same mischievous grin.

“Ummm, no,” Matt stuttered. “I guess I’m trying to get my class stuff together first.”

“Have a lot to do tonight?” Ethan asked, again with that smile.

“Nope,” Matt answered, wondering what his roommate had in mind.

Half an hour later, Ethan and Matt walked into the strip club. Matt frowned as they stamped his hand as he entered. “Great,” Matt thought to himself, “do they have to stamp the name of the strip club right on you?”

Ethan grabbed a table, and the two of them sat, as Ethan played it cool, making comments about the different girls to take the stage.

But then one came out that caught Matt’s eyes. Without warning, Matt got up and moved to a stool along the stage. The girl had light brown, exotic-looking skin, brown hair, and brown eyes. Matt was infatuated.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Sierra.”

“Like the desert?”

“Like the mountains,” she corrected, as she grabbed her tits.

***

Matt entered his calc class for day three. He noticed the two jocks were in their normal seats. This time Matt got a better look at them. One looked like a wrestler. He had a thick body and appeared very muscular, with curly brown hair. The second one was thinner, but looked very toned, with brown hair that curled up at the ends.

Matt couldn’t help but glance down at the wrestler jock again. Once again, the kid had on a tight, low-cut shirt, allowing Matt to see below his jean-line. And once again, he was wearing colored underwear, this time dark blue.

Matt sat down in his seat near the front and thought back to the jocks in his high school. He had always been curious about what made a jock special. Why a jock was better or more popular than he was. He played sports, drank, had a good circle of friends, but was never quite considered a jock. What made a jock special? It had always bugged him…it was like no matter how hard he tried, being a jock was an unattainable goal.

***

Matt put on his shoes and grabbed his wallet.

“Going somewhere?” Ethan asked.

“Yeah,” Matt smiled, “the strip club.”

“Dude,” Ethan said in dismay, “you really have to let go of her. She’s only nice to you because you give her money.”

“So,” Matt countered, “I guess I can’t help myself.”

“I think there’s a word to describe that --- obsessed,” Ethan added, with a smug smile.

“I’m not obsessed…just focused,” Matt said with a smile as he left the room.

***

Two weeks passed by without any real incidents. Ethan continued to date the blond-haired girl (named Sara). The two of them were definitely getting off to a hot-and-heavy start. They had already “sexiled” Matt a few times.

Matt entered calc class everyday and glanced down at the wrestler’s underwear. He found it disgusting that he wore colored underwear. Matt just couldn’t stop thinking about how it could possibly be that this kid was more popular than him. 

As the calc classes continued, Matt found himself glimpsing downward upon entering and leaving class. His disgust was turning into something else entirely. 

***

The professor quickly left the classroom and the rush of students, including Matt, followed. The two jocks stayed behind taking their time, as usual. 

“party tonight?” the thinner one questioned.

“I don’t know, Jimmy.”

“Oh come on, Nick,” Jimmy coaxed, “You just had bad luck last night. It was one girl.”

“I can’t believe I lost that bet to you.”

Jimmy smiled. Even he thought he was going to loose that bet. Nick was definitely more attractive, and more muscular. Putting money on who could go the longest getting laid by a different girl every night had worked out well for Jimmy.

“That reminds me,” Jimmy beamed, “when am I getting my fifty bucks?”

Nick glared at him, “Soon.”

“Dude,” Jimmy reassured, “you could have any girl you want, don’t take it so seriously.”

“Easy for you to say,” Nick shot back, “I couldn’t even get that slut to jerk me off.”

“Haha, sucks,” Jimmy said, “I don’t blame her!”

“Fuck you,” Nick responded, “she was a single exception. I could get any girl or guy I want to jerk me off.”

“Yeah right,” Jimmy said, seeing Nick’s ego wasn’t lost for long, “You’re really dreaming now.”

“I’m completely serious,” Nick responded, “give me a week, I could get any chick or dude to stroke this.” Nick said, as he gestured towards his crotch.

“Oh yeah,” Jimmy said, seeing an opportunity. “Want to make a bet?”

Nick’s face turned skeptical, but Jimmy wasn’t about to let Nick off the hook.