Two days later, the best friends were back at their respective colleges. Tony and Max stayed in touch, as always, but no mention was made of their Thanksgiving break activities. Tony did wonder, however, if Max had continued on with his roommate. And he didn't have the nerve to ask. Max was on his mind, though, and all of Tony's masturbation activity was fueled by memories of the Thanksgiving holiday. Certainly, he had loved having his cock sucked and he admittedly did enjoy masturbating Max. The memories were so rich that he found himself masturbating more often than ever - always in private. The trash can by his desk constantly filling up with wadded tissues containing his cum.
Tony didn't know if his roommate masturbated, but he wondered if the guy who shared his room had any inkling of what was going on when he was out of the room. Maybe he did, Tony thought. One day as Jack was leaving for class, he casually said, "Hey, Ton, you ought to empty that out. People that stop in might start wondering why a guy without a cold is going through so much tissue."
After Jack left, Tony went over to Jack's desk and saw that his roomie's trash basket also contained an unusually large amount of wadded tissue. He chuckled out loud. "Old Jack must be a frequent flyer, too, on the fast-hand express," Tony thought to himself. Tony and Jack had become fast friends, but Tony was not about to ask whether his roommate was a masturbator. It was a little too personal.
