Oh yeah this was the life! No mother here to bother him, no women to float over his shoulder, most of all no roommate to nag him about his clothing. He had been there pretty much for two weeks prior to school starting, the boarding schools Show Magic team. A group based around taking the magic that they learned from school and applying it in a neat and artistic way. He had managed to make it on this years Freshman Team and well they had ot arrive two weeks early for practices. Because of this the dorm room was already a mess. He ahd his clothing tossed about it, somewhere, his undies on the secondary bed, and his trash needed to be taken out. At this moment he wlaked around wearing only his boxers and his lean mean clean cut chest with just a little happy trail form his belly button to his manhood was showing. He stretched a few times before taking off his underwear. Denian had soft smooth milky skin that had the most tender brown hair stretched out voer it laying smoothing down on his legs and arms. His long brown hair bound tightly behind him in the classical pony tail he wore. Now in the fresh air his junk dangled loose as he took in a few deep breaths. “life is good.” He told himself taking the freshly worn boxers and throwing them on the other bed without so much as looking. He yawned some and lay back head against the pillow now. His legs crisscrossed bending at the knee exposing himself to any and all that may approach. He had heard that all the Athletes got their own room, something about needing the privacy to practice and be flexible in time. With a roommate around one might not so much be able to do that, if that was the case they’d have a lot of fights. Now in a state of sleep his eyes closed and his mind drifted off. This would be the perfect school he just knew it.