His childhood friend, who was currently at Stanford working towards becoming a doctor, had coached him on what to do. It was called ‘erotic asphyxiation.’ The ‘trick’ was the lack of oxygen to the brain would give you an increased amount of pleasure when you orgasmed. They called the person being choked ‘a gasper.’
He didn’t do it much because there was some level of danger involved, especially if you tried to do it on your own. Tami had coached him on what to look for and suggested that he not just clamp down and cause her to pass out.
It didn’t take long before she came hard. You can tell the difference between a pleasant cum and one that changes your life. A pleasant cum was all ‘ooh, ah, yes, more please.’ With a life-changer, a girl always made a face, one that said they didn’t give a fuck how bad they looked. She was in the moment and couldn’t care less if drool was running down her chin.
It took her an instant to gather her wits and wipe her chin. David smiled down at her.
“I’m close,” he told her.
She pushed him out of her and flipped around so she could take him in her mouth. She then gave him the best blowjob, almost as if her life depended on it. When the girl had him drained, she sat up and smiled.
“Want to try again?” Andres asked.
“Fuck you,” she said and got up. “I’m going to take a shower.”
After she left the room, Andres just shook his head.
“I’m pretty sure I’m not thankful for the assist there,” he commented.
“I think you convinced me that road bunnies are fun,” David said as he got out of bed. “I’d better go make sure she gets clean.”
Andres flipped David off but didn’t look mad.
They had a one o’clock game, the first in their series at Wake Forest. At breakfast, David noticed that two-thirds of the players were showing signs of being hungover. The coaches figured it out, and they went straight to the field to work out. Coach Hob lined them up and made them run sprints. It didn’t take long for the miscreants to feel the effects of their ill deeds.
David was lined up between Allard and Seamus. He decided that if the stench was coming off Seamus was from the Guinness in his sweat, he would never drink the stuff. Seamus, in a word, stank.
David found himself on the bench for the game.
The Trojans dropped their first game of the official season 16–4. They only managed four runs on 11 hits in the loss. Coach Deneau made a point of playing the ones who’d been drinking. He started Rex Winter, who was touched for nine runs on nine hits with an uncharacteristic six walks and six strikeouts in just 3.2 innings of work. That outing would mess up his ERA for sure.
The Demon Deacons saw their 16 runs come on 14 hits, and seven of those were home runs.
Finally, in the Saturday game, David saw his first action. He was inserted as the leadoff hitter and played center field. The Trojans came out on top of a back-and-forth battle in game two of the series, defeating the host Demon Deacons 18–6.
The game saw a combined 24 runs scored on 28 hits, as the Trojans got their 18 runs on just 11 hits. Every Trojan starter reached base at least once, led by David, who was 3 for 5 with six RBIs, all coming from home runs.
David was happy that Allard got his first win, even though he’d given up the six runs.
The final game of the series was played Sunday morning. It was played early to give USC a chance to get to the airport and catch a flight out of town.
David didn’t take the field again as they dropped the rubber match of the series 12–3. The Trojans took a 3–0 lead in the first inning before their bats went quiet.
The coaches were worried about the team’s pitching. Giving up over 11 runs a game made it hard to win. It wasn’t entirely the pitchers’ fault, though. The Trojans’ fielding had let them down by committing 7 errors. Combine bad pitching with bad fielding, and it didn’t matter how well you hit, you weren’t going to win many games.
To David, the one positive outcome of the weekend was that he’d learned Andres was becoming a friend. David had been shocked when Andres hadn’t shared what happened behind closed doors in their room. David had been in a lot of locker rooms, and a lot of stuff was said. Andres did get some props for snagging the pick of the ‘bunny litter,’ as Mason coined it, from the ones who’d gone out hunting.
The funny part was, even Andres didn’t know the girl’s name.
Chapter 20
David
Upon his return to campus, David found Alex on the warpath. David had gotten an inkling that something was wrong when he’d stepped off the elevator and was hit by the odor.
“What the hell is that?” David asked as he gagged from the stench.
Their room smelled like something in it had died, been left in the sun until it was bloated to the point it exploded, and then aged badly as it decomposed. He imagined it was similar to what a beached whale smelled like after about a month in the sun.
“I found a mayonnaise jar of rotted crap sitting in the middle of my gaming chair. Thank God they didn’t tip it over,” Alex shared.
David was just happy he hadn’t been the one to discover it. He had to bite his tongue to keep from pointing out that this shit wouldn’t happen if Alex would just lock the damned door. The rest of the floor couldn’t be any more thrilled with the aroma than either of them was.
“I’ll call my mom. She’s sold her share of stinky houses. I’m sure she’ll have a solution,” David offered.
“Fuck that. I called a company to come in and fix this. That stench is in everything. Wait until you get a whiff of your clothes and mattress,” Alex ranted. “We have to do something about this.”
“Did they get anyone else?” David asked, referring to the prank war that had just gotten out of hand.
“Kirk and Jamie’s rooms. That tells me it was the townies. I plan to kick their butts when I see them,” Alex promised.
“Before you do that, let me call my security and confirm it’s them. If it is, we’ll find a way to get even that doesn’t involve kicking butt,” David said.
“While you go all Gandhi, I plan on making someone bleed.”
“Or you could tell Lexi,” David offered.
“You’re a genius. Give me her number,” Alex demanded.
“Slow your roll. Let’s find out whether it was them or not before we go nuclear.”
The cleaners showed up, and David let Kirk and Jamie know. Those two hired the cleaning outfit on the spot to eliminate the odor in their rooms. Somehow, Lindsey never got hit, and she was missing in action. David knew that Veronica was her roommate but was starting to wonder.
While the cleaners did their job, David’s group went to the roof to get some fresh air.
“My roommate wants to move,” Jamie complained. “She didn’t sign up for this.”
“Mine went home for the weekend. I called him, and he’s not coming back until tomorrow because of what they did,” Kirk shared.
“My security confirmed it was Veronica and her posse. I want to follow through on that project we talked about,” David said.
“What’s that?” Alex asked.
David shared a new plan. He’d talked to Wolf and Tim, and Tim’s dad had disclosed some of his college run-ins. He’d related a legendary prank to Tim.
David’s initial plan had been to talk to his Star Academy makeup artists. They were the team responsible for his ‘tattoos’ in the films. They had concocted a cream that looked and felt similar to hand lotion. The stuff instantly darkened your skin, and if you left it on for any length of time, it turned your skin black. David proposed to get some and replace the lotion that was in the townie’s rooms.
When he’d told the group of his plan, Lindsey had initially been against it, which had aroused David’s suspicions. She’d come on board when Kirk had suggested that Christian and Peter might have an alternative use for hand lotion. Everyone had cracked up when he speculated that they would find out which hand they wanked off with and how it would turn their junk black. If a guy’s dick became black, he would be in the emergency room, at a minimum worried about what he’d caught.