It has been eighty-nine days since I've had an orgasm. I should explain.
My name is Mason. I'm eighteen and in February of 2022 my dad signed me up for a year-long exchange programme in Australia from our home in Canada. I wanted to do it, but when I found out that I would be housed in military-style bunks with twenty other boys, my enthusiasm drained. Unlike my testicles.
I didn't cum for a week before my flight due to being tired and exhausted. I tried on my third day here, and got so close, so, so, so close before someone asked if I could get comfortable. I blamed it on the new mattress. He bought it, I think. I hope. My cock leaked precum into my sheets for the next hour, and I tried everything to cum. I eased my foreskin up and down trying to cum, but it wasn't quiet enough. Every shuffle cause me to restart. I stopped when I realised it was four in the morning.
Ever since then, I've been trying to cum. Anything. Tried on a school hike, nearly fell and almost got caught. Tried on a school trip to the beach, and got swept by the waves whenever I was close. Bathrooms? Walls are too thin and everyone can hear everything. Showers? Communal stalls with black floors. Cum would stick out like a sore thumb. I get reminded every day of how long it's been since I've felt the exquisite pleasure of an orgasm. My morning wood is more like a morning diamond. My testicles feel so full and ache from the amount of cum stuck in them. My cock gets hard on a hair pin.
But I think there's someone else who's stuck in my position. Lucas is relatively new, he's been there for a month less than me, and I think that he's in the same situation. I think that I've contributed to it, actually. I was walking by a bathroom that's rarely used, looking for a place to jerk off, and when I walked in I heard a shuffling sound before it stopped. When Lucas walked out, we gave each other a nod, and more people came in.
We have the exact same class schedule and recently his bunk was moved next to mine, and now, I can see him playing with his cock in the middle of the night. The moonlight shines into the room, illuminating his athletic white body and sixteen-centimetre uncut cock. His foreskin hung over his tip, revealing his shiny head in the Australian moonlight, his precum dripping from his cock. I felt mine rage in my boxers. We were the only two in the bunks due to a trip, and I'm not sure why I didn't think of it sooner.
He looked over and froze, cock deflating. His face went bright, bright red and he stuttered.
"Sorry." He whispered.
"It's fine," I whispered back. "How long has it been for you?"
"Sixty days." He whispered back. "I can't take it anymore."
"It's been eighty-nine for me." I whispered. "I'm about to explode."
"Really? I'm sorry man."
An awkwardness grew between us.
"So," He whispered. "What did you think?"
"Of what?" I asked.
"Of my...dick," He looked down at his soft cock. "My ex-girlfriend said it was ugly before I left...killed my libido, I guess." He offered a silent chuckle.
"It looked really nice," I said after a moment. "It's thick, and the size is good."
"Oh, really?" His face was red again, and I saw his tip twitch.
"Yeah, of course." I paused and readjusted my cock. "I also prefer uncut guys, too."
"Oh...thanks." He said, shyly. "Are you uncut?"
I nodded. He paused.
"Are you gay?"
I nodded again.
"...Same." He said after a moment, a look of almost awe sprawled across his face.
"Didn't you say you had a girlfriend?" I asked.
"I did, but we fought, like I said, and it made me do some serious soul-searching, I guess. I figured myself out on the plane ride." He laughed softly.
"Cool." I said simply.
"Anyways, I'll stop being weird and go to bed." He said as he tucked his cock away. I felt mine twitch in disappointment, yet another orgasm lost.
"You made mine hard, if it makes you feel any better." I said as I turned over.
"...Can I see it?" He asked, turning back over to face me. I turned over.
"Sure," I said after a moment. A blush slowly creeped up my face as I swept my legs over the side of my bed, blanket covering my erection. He did the same, face glued to my crotch. I slowly moved back the blanket, his eyes watching my hand as I revealed my tent to him.
"Woah," He whispered. "Can I pull it out?"
I nodded. He stretched his arm out and grabbed the band of my red boxers, the sudden touch made me shiver and my cock twitch. He ran his hand down my invisible treasure trail, rubbing the stubble.
