Justin's Dorm Jerking
This story is a true story. Unfortunately it's not one of mine. A Bator Buddy in the Proud Bators Discord server relayed this to us after some reminiscing about early jerk buddy experiences.
Well. I think I fucked that one up.
I fired the text off to my classmate as I walked back to the dorm. Today was my last exam, followed by my last shift at the shitty campus coffee shop. What I think I fucked up was both of those things. The exam was the classic situation of the professor forgetting what they had taught us this semester but writing the exam anyway. The coffee shop was madness because, well, it was the last day of the exam period and it seemed like everyone had just remembered that we also sold beer.
Bro. It's only first semester, second year. You got time to make it up.
My buddy replied to my message with his usual positivity. I shrugged. He was right. It was only the first exam of a subject that wasn't even a part of my major. I had chosen Marketing 201 because I had noticed, on enrolment day, that most of the soccer players that lived in my dorm were choosing it as well. If I had to sit through a boring business subject, at least I'd have some eye candy to look at. It was certainly much less suspicious when I considered studying on the lawn beside their training pitch instead of the library. It also helped my decision that my gross roommate hadn't chosen it, the less our timetables aligned the better. I was very quickly becoming sick of his slovenly presence in the room. Not only was he a really shitty roommate, messy, boring, stinky and loud, but his constant presence whenever he didn't have class made it really hard to jerk off as much as I needed to as a closeted 19 year old living in a dorm full of jock boys.