"Just tell me before you come," Tuck said tiredly. I didn't think Tuck would appreciate that, so after he sighed and started giving me what I wanted, I shoved my hand in my mouth. "God I'm so horny," I felt myself getting into that dirty-talk zone that I entered whenever I went too long without a fuck. Tuck was still muttering and not doing his job quick enough, so I reached over, grabbed his half-moisturized hand and shoved it around my dick. I watched as he grabbed some lotion from his drawer, mumbling curses at me as I felt myself getting harder and harder. I had never taken an article of clothing off faster. Tucker sighed, not actually having agreed to it yet. I could feel myself itching with anticipation. I shut the lights, then climbed over his school stuff and under his sheets. I'll turn off the lights, I'll provide some lotion, just pretend it's your own dick, please." "Tucker, that takes time that I do not have. "Axel, pick any girl, or guy for that matter, hit on them once, then invite them over. "You're my best friend! I need this!" By now I had already turned and locked the dorm room door. John just shook his head and gathered his things quickly, shoving them in a bag and practically sprinting for the door, muttering something that sounded a bit like "entitled little cunt" as he left.Īs soon as the door slammed, I laid out my proposition. "Hey, Johnny boy, do you mind taking a walk or something? I have to discuss something kind of personal with Tuck and I feel weird with you here." I glared at him, then turned towards John. "What do you want me to do!" He chuckled through his words. "Tucccckkkerrrrr," I whined, both my hands gripping my swollen crotch.
John actually let out a laugh at that one (due to my constant complaining he knew my situation.) Tucker looked over at him and smiled, but John whipped his head back to his computer so fast I thought I heard something snap. Just text one of them, ask her to whack you off, then buy her chocolate or something. "Don't you smirk at me boy!" I wagged my pink-casted finger at him. He had gotten used to my complaining over the past few days, and found it very amusing.
Both of them were sitting in their beds, laptops on laps, textbooks and papers scattered everywhere. He had gotten slightly more vocal since the beginning of the year, but he was still kind of a weirdo. "Clear the room because I'm about to burst." It was a Wednesday, and I still didn't have a regular college chick rotation because of how often I had soccer, so I couldn't just call some girl over to whack me off. I couldn't even whip it out to pee without getting turned on. It was uncomfortably sensitive and, like, inflamed all the time. Except, yanno, like my dick had been run over by a truck. "You look like you got run over by a truck." "God, you don't look so good, Axel." Ryan had said to me that morning. It had been three days since I had masturbated properly or had a girl in my bed, and I was not handling things well. "Just go lefty, it's no different," Tuck suggested, shrugging. I wanked off three times a day on an off day. "Not going to be able to masturbate!" I couldn't believe it. "You aren't going to be able to masturbate."Īs opposed to the nonchalance I handled Tuck's comment with, I let out an audible gasp as soon as the words escaped Ryan's lips. "Dude," he started, extremely amused with himself. Ryan began laughing from his position on his bed. That was classic Tuck, worrying about my study habits. "God, it's your right hand? You aren't going to be able to take notes in class!" Worry about the other guy," I joked, dropping my bag to the ground. He was lying there in a towel, watching the scene unfold in front of him. Tuck was now analyzing me from head to toe, checking for other injuries, bruises, and abnormalities. "God, Axel, what the hell! Toby said that Ryan said that you fought someone? And broke your wrist? AND went to the hospital?!" Coach drove me, and when I got home, Tucker was waiting anxiously on my bed. It was an away game, so of course the second I got back I had to go to a hospital. Albeit, there were only two games left, but I still couldn't play. A couple of the guys got in a fight with the opposing players, me being one of them, and I ended up breaking my wrist and being benched for the rest of the season. There was this game towards the end of the season, and it got a bit nasty.
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