My friend Paul and I have to admit in all of the twelve years of our relationship that we had never had such an amusing night as last Friday.
I know that this requires some explanation, so I’ll attempt to do my best to regal you with this story.
It was around three in the afternoon, Paul and I, my name is John by the way, were just getting out of school when we decided that it might be fun for us to have a little fun… if you know what I mean. Paul can drive, but class is so close to where our school is, that it seems superfluous to actually do such a thing.
We walked over to our dorm room, our backpacks slung over our shoulders as we discussed exactly what it was that we wanted to do with the rest of the day. Being eighteen-year-old virgins is rather hard on any old bloke, and we decided that the best thing that we could do to try and relieve this situation was to try and masturbate together.
We’d done this thing several times since we’d met.
We walked into my dorm room after making sure that my roommate was out for classes for a few hours, we decided that it would be safe for us to do our thing and make each other comfortable.
We placed our bags at the foot of the doorway, and went to my bed, which was a lofted bed, with my computer and school desk underneath it – you know what they are, you’ve all seen them, it’s one of the best ways to give a poor starving college student room in an otherwise crapped dorm room – climbing the wooden ladder to get up to the top of the bunk.
