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I can’t help it that I worked out so much that I look like this. I wonder if I can get into the jock gym to see if there is someone that can spot for me while I do some bench presses. I need to start working out again.
“Do you think the president can pull some strings so I can go work out at the gym used by the athletes. I can’t find any gyms at home that have people strong enough to spot for me,” I asked.
She smiled when she said, “This time of year, you are more likely to find guys to spot you at the fitness center. I go there to run and swim every evening. I wouldn’t mind having someone to run and swim with today if you want to join me after your work out.”
“That sounds good,” I told her. “I’m sure after I’m grilled by the faculty today, that I will want to blow off some steam to relax anyway.”
I’m glad I thought to bring clothes to work out in that would make sure to hide my dick well.
Our first stop was their English, Sociology, Foreign Languages, and History building.
I don’t remember studying any college-level courses like Western Civilization, Medieval Studies, or similar classes, but I rattled off answers the professors asked and then provided additional details which I saw was beyond what they knew.
“I apologize for going off on tangents. As you may know, I had a period last year where I had nothing but idle time while I waited at my friend’s side as they recovered from a near-fatal car accident,” I explained and saw that they had already known that, so I joked, “Hey. Even a fifteen-year-old loses interest in pleasuring themselves, eventually.”
That immediately relaxed the stuff shirts. The questions became them picking my brain versus exam questions. I didn’t even notice I was switching languages as the different foreign language teachers ran through a gauntlet of ones they taught or had spoken at one time. I only realized it when I replied in the very formal tongue the elder spoke when asked a question in the crudest dialect of that language.
The professor who asked the question realized that if I knew and mastered that obscure language, they would see that I would get a master’s in foreign languages right now if one existed at this college.
“I did it again, didn’t I,” I told them with a laugh. “The people helping me with my studies told me that I was a natural linguist. I have the ear to pick up languages quickly. Soon I would be speaking it fluently, and after a day of study, I could read and write it as if it was my mother tongue. I have no clue how many they had played through the headphones when I was sleeping. I can’t even find names for some of the ones they taught me.”
That was something that they decided wouldn’t go without being tested on the spot. One of the language teachers left while I continued answering questions. When they returned, they had a very old-looking man and someone carrying in some old, dusty books.
“I hear that there was a child here that would surprise someone as old as I. When you have lived to my age, little left in the world surprises me anymore,” he said softly. “My colleague was quite insistent. I have had one of my graduate students carry in three texts written in languages many have tried to learn, but few have partially succeeded in understanding. Some are an old language only known by a few people still living today. My colleague recognized that you knew a much more formal version of the language than she had ever found to exist. The other three books are languages of a similar rarity.”
I don’t even need to pull this language from anyone’s head. They are commoner forms that some elite families speak.
I had already learned the formal version only spoken by the heads of the families. I watched his eyebrows raise as I read through a few of the children’s stories as if I was the patriarch of the family.
The last book I knew it was one written in the dialect only the Elder and a few top heads of the family permitted to speak when discussing business with him.
I skimmed the fifteen pages before I told the old professor in English, “If the contents of this book weren’t in a language few can read, I would suggest it never be available to the public.”
In language that I sense only he knew, I told him that the people and things discussed in this book happened long ago, but their families likely still exist. It wasn’t healthy for him to know what I found written in the formal dialects of this language. What I told him seemed to match up with the little he knew about the dialects of the elder’s language.
He stood and said, “Colleagues, this young man has language skills far exceeding all of us in this room. I have heard rumors of only a single man still living who could have given the warning he gave. I doubt this child has interacted with that man. David isn’t old enough to have mastered it even if taught to him starting at birth. I have no questions that David knows the knowledge to earn a master’s in multiple majors without requiring any on this campus to give him further instruction on that which he shows he knows better than we.”
I think that means I get to go to the Math, Engineering, and Computer Science departments now.
To say that meeting those departments was academic is an understatement. All they wanted to know is that I had a solid handle on the theories, formulas, algorithms, and general knowledge from the textbooks they used to teach undergraduates. If I knew how to apply that knowledge, it would show on the tests I take in a few weeks. Their questions were stuffy and directly from their textbooks. I found I picked up the programming languages as quickly as a soken language. While I didn’t understand how to code, I did know the syntax, and how to write simple programs they would require on their tests. Either way, I seemed to have impressed some of them who looked like I was wasting their time at first.
News of my impressing the old foreign language teacher preceded me to meeting with the life sciences department. They didn’t underestimate me or the knowledge I seemed to know. What they did do is to put me inside a Faraday cage, both to ask me about it, and block any chance I was getting fed information somehow.
If the man-in-the-machine wanted to connect to me, this Faraday cage wouldn’t stop him. It is unable to block all frequency ranges.
They didn’t bother with basic freshman or sophomore questions. At least one had read the memo that I had already tested out of those based on the exams my high school gave me.
“Before we get too deep in the weeds, I’m sure I didn’t apply what I learned while being there to comfort my friends as they healed. I can regurgitate details you want to show that I know theoretical or general details of the various life sciences courses,” I told them.
Once they felt I was what they expected me to be, my chaperone took me the see the president of the college. He wished to speak with me, and that was it for today.
“Son, I have to say you put a number of the faculty in their place today,” he told me with my chaperone in the room, chaperoning. “Once you showed the dean of the liberal arts college that a fifteen-year-old, sorry, almost sixteen-year-old, was able to read the contents of a book enough to provide him a warning about the contents, you showed you were not a fake. Of the six schools you are meeting with, our college rated the highest for having the most stringent graduation requirements, most difficult courses, and the number of students still working on their four-year undergraduate degrees six years after starting as freshmen. It is why we requested to go first. If you failed to impress, there is little reason pursuing my plans as outlined in the letter we sent you. Naomi did mention that you requested access to use the fitness center weight room due to not being able to find someone to spot you while you lifted. It is no secret that I’ve stressed education over athletics. Our athletic director heard of your request and has arrogantly requested I allow him to put you in your place, as the academic departments were unable to do so. He reminded me that there is no one on any of the sports teams who can lift more than someone in his programs can spot. You need not meet with him, but if you believe you can outlift his athletes, it will help me win a bet we have going.”
I turned to Naomi to ask, “We made plans for me to lift in the fitness center before going for a run and then swimming. Will it mess up your plans if I play with the coaches to put them in their place. I hate the arrogance shown everyone that isn’t a jock.”
“Only if I can come watch, as your chaperone, of course, to be sure you don’t get hurt,” Naomi replied.
The president told us that the athletic director would be expecting us sometime in the next hour.
Naomi asked if I had workout clothes for lifting, so I told them they were in the bag in her room, and we headed back to her apartment to get changed.
When we walked in, one of her roommates asked, “Are you supposed to be babysitting some nerdy, pimple-faced, scrawny high school nerd today? Who is this?”
“I’m the scrawny, pimple-faced high school nerd she is babysitting today,” I said as I followed Naomi into her room.
When I saw Naomi strip off her shirt and bra, I undressed too. I needed some better support and concealing, underwear so that my package didn’t show when I was lifting.
Naomi was naked when she slipped past me, with her shaved pussy right at my eye level, as I was stepping out of my boxers.
“Shit David, I’m so sorry. We only had a two-bedroom house, so I shared a bedroom with my siblings. When you grow up having no privacy, you don’t learn modesty. I completely forgot you aren’t my little brothers and are just fifteen, Naomi said, stopping with her pussy still right in front of my face with her legs slightly parted.
I leaned in to suck the tip of her clit into my mouth for a quick kiss before asking, “Did they tell you that my friends at the hospital were all girls? I was an only child until my mom had twins this year. Let me say you have absolutely nothing I haven’t seen hundreds, if not thousands, of times before.”
I snatched her sports bra away to get the right size from her underwear drawer, and then the right athletic panties made to absorb the sweat between her legs to keep her from didn’t chafe. She almost peed herself as I told her about the twenty-four X fittings I had to do. All that time we stood naked only inches apart from each other. That had to be the only reason she never saw how long my dick was until she leaned down to pull her panties on. She reached to check it out quickly before letting it drop limply back down between my legs.
“This is all from hard work,” I told her as I turned her around to fix the crappy way she had put her hair up. “No steroids for me, Naomi. I don’t know where the private hospital was where they took my friends and me, but I know they make custom titanium exoskeletons that help build muscle by damping the movement in every direction. When I practiced my katas, sets of martial arts moves, the exoskeleton fought me in every direction. I learned the various things I know, subconsciously, while I worked out.”
One of her roommates opened the door, walking in holding a sports bra and asked, “I hear you’re taking that little kid to workout. Is it cool if I come along? I’ve slacked off, and my butt is getting big again.”
“Do you mind having another along,” Naomi asked.
“On one condition,” I said as I faced Carol. “I get to do something with that nasty thing that you did to your hair first.”
Her eyes went wide when she saw my muscles and abs. When her eyes made it down to look at my dick, her draw dropped.
“I know some good workouts for my butt that I could do with that,” Carol said.
“With what,” the other two roommates asked as they barged into Naomi’s room.
They both got a good look at seven inches of limp meat.
“Yes, I like girls. No, Naomi and I didn’t have sex, or do anything else to cool me off,” I said before they could ask. “I’m not gay. Sure, I love the hot two naked hot women I’m looking at right now, but we were changing clothes. It isn’t like I haven’t seen plenty of naked women and girls, in person, during my punishment job last summer. If you want to come workout with us, you need to get out of that slut wear you have on and get into some workout clothes. You do know that the only guys those clothes are attracting are horny high school boys and scumbags.”
Carol was all legs and a short torso. My dick sat nestled between her pussy lips as she sat on my lap with her legs outside of mine. I managed to comb out half of her hair when the other two girls came entered the room naked with their gym clothes in their arms. Before Helen could even start dressing, I told her to go trim her pussy hairs back as well as shave the sides a bit. With the shorts she was carrying, she would look like she stuffed someone’s baldness cure between her legs. Tawny stood there with her mouth open, staring at my dick under Carol with Carol’s pussy spread open wide because of how she was sitting.
I was glad when I got the mess out of Carol’s hair.
Has she even brushed or washed her hair since she put this crap in it?
I have no clue what to call what I did to her hair, but it was all upon her head, and she wouldn’t have a ponytail bobbing around when she ran. It would also stay put when she went swimming. Carol slid off my lap, turned around, sat facing me, scooted all the way forward and gave me a big bare chest to bare chest hug and a kiss on the cheek before going to get dressed.
Tawny’s eyes hadn’t left my dick, and she hadn’t moved since coming into the room. I got up, went over to her, and put her hand on my dick. She jerked her hand back like she had been shocked, but I put it back on my dick. I did that each time she pulled her hand away. Eventually, she started to explore it with the expected results. All four girls started at my nine inches bobbing in the air.
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