omnitf: Schools of Thought “I don’t know, man. Things have just been feeling … off lately, you know?
omnitf: Schools of Thought “I don’t know, man. Things have just been feeling … off lately, you know?” Dennis said as he leaned back on the comfy bed. His black briefs hugged perfectly to his frame, accentuating the well-toned muscle he had gained.“Off…?” Devon asked as he leaned against the door frame with his hands behind his back. His muscle was not so fully developed as his roommate, but he had definite tone. His neon orange briefs hugged tightly to his waist as he stared ahead.“Yeah. I mean, it’s cool and all getting this sweet deal for college, but … don’t you find it strange how much things have changed?”“Not really.” Devon’s eyes took on a dreamy look as a hint of a smile pulled at his lips. “I like the new us.”“Don’t get me wrong. I like being stronger, too. I mean, this is the fittest I’ve been in like … ever. It’s just … Idunno. I never used to like being like this, you know?”“Like what?”“Half-naked. I mean, we’re lounging around in nothing but a skimpy pair of underwear for each of us. The old me would never have done that, but now it feels … wrong, somehow, not to.” He reached down to brush his abdominals gently. “You know what I mean?”“Yes. I know exactly what you mean,” Devon replied in that same distant voice. “I spoke with Coach Sanders about it earlier today.”“Coach?”“Professor Sanders also runs an independent sports team. He prefers for those who work with him to call him coach. He has asked me to do the same.” He stared off into the distance again and silence filled the room.“So?” Dennis asked.“So … what?”“What did he have to say? About your question.”“Hmm? Oh, oh, the question. Yeah….” He blinked slowly. “Coach said it’s … sort of like going to school. A … school of thought. And he said everyone’s got ‘em in their heads, sometimes multiples. Things we didn’t used to like or want suddenly become more desirable, while the old stuff just sort of falls away. It’s kinda like … uh …” He furrowed his brow a moment, then sighed and relaxed as the bulge in his underwear grew a little larger. “Like goin’ from primary to kindergarten, ya know? Stuff changes. You move up in grades. One minute, you’re readin’ books on physics and chemical engineering, the next you start doing a little research on the side about personal fitness. Then you start going to the gym, try new techniques, locate more lit, study it, apply it.“Soon you’re studyin’ more fitness than physics. The only compounds and reactions you’re thinking of are newton’s first law as you’re pumping those weights and formulae for supps and shakes. And … the more you think about those things, the less likely you’re gonna go back to those other places, those other schools, ya know? And … and you don’t want to.” A doltish grin spread over his face. “I don’t want to.” He chuckled and his voice cracked, then dropped. “I don’t wanna, bro.”“Devon? You okay, man?” Dennis asked.Devon let out a dull, dimwitted chuckle. “Yeah, bro. I’m fine. Just goin’ over today’s lesson.”“Today’s … lesson?”“Yeah, bro. In my school. You know, the school of thought? You’re goin’ over yours, too. Can’t you tell?” Devon shuddered and finally ran a hand up and down his own abdominals. Then he paused, turned, and flexed a bicep in front of his roommate. “Yeah, Coach. I get it now… Gotta get swole ta pay the toll.”“Devon, what’re you…?”“Just listen, bro. Can’t you hear it?”“Hear what?” a low flush had begun to color Dennis’ cheeks as he felt a strange heftiness between his legs.“The bell, bro. Coach’s voice. He’s calling.” He grinned as he laid back against the wall again. “He said you were falling behind, bro.”“Devon, what are you talking about?” A strange sense of dizziness had begun to settle in Dennis’ head. “You’re not making any sense.” He shook his head to try to dispel the cobwebs, only for a sloshing sort of hiss to stream into his eardrums. He panted as he felt a warmth spreading in his chest and his pectorals began to bounce, first one, then the other in perfect time. He sat up straight and rested his forehead against his palm. “I … I don’t … what … what’s going on?”Devon walked over to the desktop at the far wall of the room and accessed it. The camera flickered to life as the screen booted up. He typed into the system rapidly as the loud hissing became worse and worse. He strode back to his place and grinned at Dennis. “Just wait, bro. You’ll get it soon.”Dennis tried to rise, but stumbled almost immediately and landed back on the mattress again. He struggled to rise and just managed to prop himself up on his elbows when The screen began to flicker and a pulsing spiral materialized and started to spin.“Hello, boys. School is now in session. Time for role call.”Devon’s shoulders slumped against the door frame as he gaped at the screen with dull, unthinking eyes. “Devon Bryant, Jock Bro Number Six. Present and ready for instruction, Coach.”Dennis groaned, tensed, then ultiately slumped as his eyes locked on the screen. “Dennis Mallard, Exchange Student Number Seven. Present and ready for instruction, Coach.”“And are you ready to transfer permanently to my school yet?”“No, Sir, Coach.”“I see. Let’s see what we can do to fix that. I think we’ll start on your language next. After all, how you practice is how you play….” Dennis groaned as he rose from his bed. The room was warm and inviting, and he reveled in that dull, mindless state that follows all after a long sleep. That is, until the sudden throbbing in his skull struck.“Fuck,” he grated as he rubbed at his temples, and then his eyes. “The hell happened last night?” He felt a brief stirring in his loins and patted the bulge pressing against the crotch of his briefs familiarly.“Sleep well, princess?” Devon taunted from his place in the door frame.Dennis glared at his roommate. “Fuck you.”Devon just grinned. “Come on, bro. S’time to get ready to work out.Dennis rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”“Oh, and Coach wants to talk to you later. Something about catching you up after that stomach bug you had.” He smirked and flexed. “You wouldn’t get sick if you worked out more, like me.”“Yeah, yeah.” Dennis waved off the criticism. “Just tell me when the hell he wants me there already.” He drank the substance and shuddered as he felt the familiar surge of energy. Next thing he knew, he was on the floor and Devon was counting down.10.9.8.Deeper.6.5.4.Can’t stop.3. In the rhythm.2. Following the beat.1. …“Time to be a bro, little bro.” -- source link