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Sowing Wild Oats, Ch. 5: Sauna Sprints

Rob made it to the sauna without seeing anyone. It was never busy this
late at night, and with the campus almost deserted, the quiet was not
surprising. The sauna was off, and would take 5 minutes to warm up. Not
knowing what else to do, he decided to have a shower while he waited for
Rick and the sauna. He was definitely having an adventure now. No
clothes, no access to any, and basically at Rick's mercy. What was Rick
going to do next, he wondered?

And then there was tomorrow night's 'exhibition game' for Mary and Beth.
They were lucky tonight that Mary and Beth were the only ones that
caught them. Would they be even more exposed tomorrow? Would George and
Ron play along, or would the whole thing turn out to be an embarrassing
mess? He felt himself get even more aroused, but didn't want to cheat on
Rick's rules. Where was Rick anyway?

Meanwhile, Rick made his way to Rob's room, not running into anyone. Of
course, this was the easy part, going back naked, without even the
bundle of clothes for a sheild, was going to be more intense. He put
both sets of shoes and sox and the tennis gear on Rob's bed, and tossed
the shirt and shorts into Rob's closet. Sitting down at the desk, he
grabbed some paper and wrote a note:

"This is Rob's room key. Mine is locked inside my room. Both our roomies
are gone until Sunday night. Both of us are naked, and have no chance of
changing that before our doubles game. The stakes for the bet are your
clothes and all the room keys - they stay at the side of the court
during the match. I beat Rob tonight for the same stakes - the proof is
his jockstrap in the tree by the court. I suggest also that the losers
lose their body hair - as we're already naked, I wouldn't want you to
think you're the only ones with something to lose. But it's up to you -
bring shaving gear if you agree. Hope you're up to it, but if you're
not, please bring us Rob's room key at least. Our shoes, sox and tennis
gear are on Rob's bed - we'll need them, or it won't be much of a match.
It was a real rush for both of us, and you'll find it beats being bored.
We figure it's our last chance for sowing wild oats before we join the
rest of the grey suits. If we don't show, we may be in jail, so please
bail us out. Prepare to be thrashed and shaved."

He signed it, stuck Rob's key to the page with tape, and put it in an
envelope. Fortunately, George's room was in the same dorm, so he'd have
no trouble getting it under George's door, as long as he escaped
capture. As long as he still had the envelope, they weren't committed,
and he could beat a hasty retreat, but the envelope wasn't much of a
sheild. Making sure he had the envelope, he peeked out into the hall -
all clear. Rick stepped out and pulled the door shut - it locked. Then,
he heard voices. He moved off quickly in the opposite direction,
debating whether to go back in and wait - no, Rob would be getting
impatient. He made the stairwell before anyone appeared and headed up
one floor.

The hallway looked clear, and he heard nothing. He quickly moved down to
George's room, and shoved the envelope under the door. Now committed, he
wondered if George was even there and poised his hand to knock. He
paused - what was he doing? Shrugging, he banged on the door, poised to
run, listening closely for any response. He heard a "Who's there?",
yelled "Special delivery!" and sprinted for the stairwell. He heard a
door open just as he made it to the stairwell, but didn't stop, heading
straight down for the basement. Heart thumping, he wouldn't have heard
the Mormon Tabernacle Choir if they were performing on the stairs, so it
was good luck, not good judgement that he remained undetected until he
got to the sauna.

Rob was aghast. Were they discovered? "What ..."

Rick cut him off, and between pants, said "into the sauna, now. I'll
explain ..." as he headed in himself.

Rob waited impatiently for Rick to get his breath back, noticing that
Rick's member was throbbing intensely, and felt his own start to do the
same "Are we on the run - hey, where's my room key?"

"S'ok. I shoved it under George's door with a note. Nothing happened,
I'm just spooked. Let me get my breath."

"So now we really are stuck, unless we streak to George's room and ask
for my key?"

"You got it, Pontiac." Rick seemed to have regained control, and carried
on, "The note told George about the bet and challenged Ron and him. I
also asked them to look for us if we didn't show, in case we get into a
mess. I gave him the key, so he could bring our shoes and gear. That
way, we're committed, but don't have to carry all that stuff around."

"Carry it around? Are we going somewhere? Did you mention Mary and
Beth?"

"No, I didn't mention them, as I thought it would spook them. Let it
come as a surprise. Mary and Beth might be just the thing for making
them go along with it, if they're not sure. Yeah, we're going somewhere
- I'm not sure where, but we can't stay here. The note told George that
we're naked and locked out, and it won't take him long to figure on
trying the sauna. He's no dummy."

"So what if he finds us? He'll see us on the court tonight."

"Think for a minute, will ya? It's one thing to back down from a
challenge, quite another to find some of your friends naked and
helpless, when you've got a mischevious streak like George does. I think
we'd find ourselves tied up and photographed, or worse. We'd not get the
doubles game, and probably would not have much fun being the butt of
everyone's fun for a few hours. Remember, George and the rest are
probably drunk as skunks right now, just like we'd be if we hadn't
decided to play tennis. So, we'd better think fast about where to go,
and it's got to be outside this building, 'cause George will find us if
we're in it."

"Shit, you're right. If I were in George's shoes, I'd be looking for us
now. Let's go sauna hopping - how about Samuels college? You don't need
a dorm key to get in there, and if we make it there, we should be safe
there for a while. We'd at least have enough time to think before it
occurs to George - if he's drunk."

"OK, let's go." Rick got up. "George'll be drunk all right, he said he
was joining a bunch down at the Old Grindstone tonight, and you know
what that means." Somewhat more cautiously than he arrived, Rick headed
out of the sauna with Rob following close behind. They heard footsteps
on the stairs as they exited the building. They took off across the
quad, hoping to escape what they were sure was George hot on their
trail.

... continued in Ch. 6: Walking the Line

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