Honestly, the mutual jack-off wasn’t on purpose. Sure, on the surface of things, what with me being incredibly horny (seriously, always), and it being well past midnight in a nearly deserted campus library, the assignation might’ve seemed, shall we say, intended, but really it was just a chance encounter. Or, um, half encounter, mainly because only half his body and half of my body, well, encountered.
See, studying for my Psych midterm was hard, but my d**k, at the time, was even harder. Ergo, it won out—as it generally tends to do. So down the stacks I travelled, hard-on leading the way, until I found myself in the bathroom, jeans around my ankles, c**k out, head tilted back, eager to relieve some much built up first-semester freshman tension.
My fist worked its way up and down my steel
