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Driving your college roommate bonkers: Part XV And then (of course)…

The day had started out quite calm and quiet for Randall. As you are aware, Randall woke up in the morning feeling quite horny, but he had a full day of classes ahead of him and he had overslept a bit and was running late and had to hurry to get ready for class. No time to jerk off before class this time anyhow. Besides, Shawn was still getting himself ready for class as well.

He knew that despite what he was experiencing, jerking off was something he was going to have to delay, at least until classes were finished for the day. This is a tricky place for a guy to be in both psychologically and sexually. Randall’s body seemed to be operating more or less on its own, sending interesting “signals” to his brain that Randall enjoyed very much. Yes, there were things that needed to be done all day long, which meant that Randall couldn’t get himself in a situation whereby he was paying too much attention to the signals.

This is one of those instances where a guy commonly will start to drip a little precum, but that is as far as it goes pretty much. Randall feels the drops of ooze collecting in his tighty whiteys at the very tip of his penis, but not enough to stain his skinny jeans and potentially create something of an embarrassing “problem.”

It would not be accurate to say that Randall’s mind was entirely on his classes and what was going on in the lectures this day either. Randall suspected that the predicament he found himself in was probably something that other male class members sometimes experienced as well, but like so many other features of male sexuality this is not exactly a conversation that a guy can comfortably have with most male friends. So much of what goes on here was something of a mystery to Randall.

When the last chapter ended, Randall had made it through his classes without accidentally ejaculating (which is good to know) but now that classes were over and Randall might have the dorm room to himself for a little time, the psychological (and physical) pressures of the day had taken their toll.

As Randall stripped off his skinny jeans and pulled off the strap, he noticed that the two precum stains on his tighty whiteys were quite large, one quarter dollar-sized but the other the size of the fifty-cent piece. Randall had been oozing small amounts of precum for nearly the entire day.

Not only that once the strap came off Randall realized he was about as hard as he had ever seen himself and the nerve endings on the underside of his penis were just super touch-sensitive. Randall was reaching the point of no return, and getting there very rapidly. Both his mind and body were focusing on the idea that the most important thing to do right now was to get off.

Of course, Randall knew that it can be also agonizingly fun to and somehow keep delaying orgasm for as long as possible. Randall had been tapping on the underside of his penis through the cloth of the tighty whiteys. And he had grown some since the strap came off. One of the interesting tricks Randall had learned was to try and get into that old school strap again that he had just removed only moments ago, albeit when he was still a bit smaller and a bit less sexually excited.

And that is what did it for Randall, of course, the pressure of that snug-fitting strap cinched up over the tighty whiteys. Randall went into extremely powerful uncontrollable spasms of orgasm almost immediately, most of which, thankfully, was collected into the little pouch of the tighty whiteys. As great solo orgasms go, Randall immediately concluded that this one, if not the best ever orgasm, was most certainly in the top five ever.

Randall often liked to “rank” orgasmic experiences. Randall realized that this one was immensely enjoyable in part because of the sexual tension he had somehow managed to endure for the entire day, but also because of the specific items he had chosen to wear to class that kept the tension on and hitting on him steadily as the day progressed.

“I wonder if other guys know anything about this strategy” thought Randall. By now, Randall had pulled off the strap (again) and was in the process of putting the tighty whiteys into his pillow case laundry bag that had served him so well all day long when he heard the distinct sound of a key slipping into the door lock. That had to be Shawn coming back from class. Randall managed to quickly find his sweat pants, and was pulling them to his waist as Shawn now entered the room.


To be continued…