Part Four
The event was over.
Tessie kindly walked with Curcky back to his dorm. He was riding high coming out of the eve as the last man standing. But he was hiding from Tessie his insecurities about being used in such a gay way in front of so many people although, he felt it was worth it to gain entry into the prestigious Fila Thai fraternity. He asked if he could kiss her. Likely his way to affirm his heterosexuality.
"Not with that cum breath; maybe another time. You really need a shower," she pointed out.
He felt cum dribbling out of his ass. Yes, a shower, he thought. Oh shit, he has a class tomorrow morning, he better set an alarm.
The warm water felt good. To be clean again felt great. He was really horny. It must be because of all that prostate massaging, he reasoned. It couldn't be from anything else.
He felt eroticized, sexualized and flat out extremely horny. (Except for the uncontrollable leakage of sperm that was still continuing to drip out of his ass.)
He grabbed his penis to begin stroking it. Visions of hard cocks kept popping into his head and he'd stop stroking. What the fuck, he thought to himself. He really wanted to rub one out, but his brain was wired to the evenings sexcapades. He laughed, but it was frustrating. It was funny to him that he couldn't get visions of cocks out of his head but there was no way he was going to jerk off to gay thoughts. He was straight, after all.
Curcky didn't hear his alarm. When he woke, he noticed his boxers were soaked with pre cum in front and post cum-from his ass-in back. He wondered how long it would take for all the cum to travel down his colon so he wouldn't be oozing sperm from his ass any longer. He was still extremely horny. Record setting horny, but there wasn't time to beat off now. As he rushed to throw on a t-shirt and shorts, he started to recall some of the dreams from overnight. They were all sexual in nature. No wonder he was wet.
But then he recalled that all the dreams were about gay male sex. There were women in them, but they were dressing him up in their feminine clothes and helping him apply lipstick. They wee not having sex with him. And they all seemed to be clothed.
Then he started to recall the graphic gay male sex. No reason to dwell on that now. He wasn't gay. Must just be a fluke related to the night before. He grabbed his backpack and took off for class. He'd need to jog to avoid being late. In his rush, he realized he forgot to put on underwear. He'd snaked it plenty of times before, so, he didn't think about this any further.
As Curcky was running, his nylon gym shorts slightly rubbed against his penis. He tried to ignore that he was getting really turned on from the friction. At the quads, it was almost like he felt an orgasm was nearing. No way, he thought. That just couldn't be. He walked a few steps to lessen the friction and took off jogging again.
Then the most bizarre thing happened. He had to stop running completely and put his arms up against the nearest tree. He hoped no one was noticing that he was cumming in his gym shorts. Just like that. Right there. Strong convulsions of an orgasm with corresponding cum spurts in Curcky's gym shorts in such a way that he couldn't possibly put his hands down there. Someone might suspect something. He was mortified. With the tight backpack straps pulling his shoulders back the front of his posture was pronounced making the hiding of this utter embarrassment even more difficult.
A cute woman stopped and asked if he was okay, then glanced down and saw his shorts getting wetter with each spurt. She was watching him have an orgasm. He looked away all flush with embarrassment and saw another attractive woman in a second floor window staring down right at him. When he turned his head to look at the woman standing next to him, he gasped to see her phone out. She was recording his humiliation of having a hands-free orgasm in public.
He realized the back of his shorts were wet, too. Cum had dribbled out of his ass when he lost control of his sphincter during the orgasmic contractions. Out of nowhere, Tessie arrived.
"We better get you back to your dorm for a change of clothes. You can't go to class all wet like that," she reasoned.
Tessie took his hand and walked him to the nearest building bathroom. He hadn't recognized her with french braids in her auburn hair and glasses. She looked very cute. She reached under her skirt and pulled down a pair of pink shorts.
"Put these on," Tessie's tone was almost like she was ordering him to do so.
They were very feminine and very pink, but a substantial upgrade from wet, cum stained gym shorts. But with her petite size, they were tight and visibly outlined his penis. She noticed this bothered him.
"Don't worry about it. It's so tiny, no one will even see it," she laughed teasingly.
"I don't like walking around with it visible. And it's not that small!"
"I was there last night, remember? It's small. Trust me, it's puny."
"It's five inches erect! It grows, you know."
Why was he getting into this penis size debate in a woman's bathroom stall right now...
"It's not erect and it's not even five inches. Besides, five inches IS small. Do you want my help or not?" Tessie stopped fooling around.
"Yes, please," Curcky answered realizing he better accept her help.
"You know what? You are right. Take those pink shorts off and I'll wear them. You look silly anyway."
She changed plans. Curcky would wear her skirt, just back to the dorm. Tessie handed him her panties when he started to object.
