I turned on some TV, it was some stupid run of the mill sitcom but whatever. It will do for now. As i ate that creeping feeling of........ I wanna cal...l it despair? I mean it'a not that bad, but i can't really think of anything else to call it so let's just call it despair. That creeping feeling of despair come over me again.I have been doing this for years now, get home, eat some shitty dinner, watch some shitty shows, go to sleep, wake up and jerk off, eat a shitty breakfeast, repeat. And then. Until I walked into the house and found Jessica and Amanda sitting in the living room talking.They turned their heads when I walked in. I looked at Amanda. I saw her face was red. She was blushing from whatever her and Jessica had just talked about. Then I glanced at Jessica.She looked at me, glanced at Amanda, nodded her head, and smiled. And I felt my heart start beating faster than it had in as long as I could remember.Amanda looked at me, her face red, glanced at the bag in my hand, and. Hewas smart enough to realise that something wanted to hurt him and he'dresigned himself to performing a strip-tease in front of the class,with the catcalls of the guys who worshipped him, the jeers from thegirls who had so willingly been his... he had resigned himself to thatobvious humiliation... But as he felt his stomach tighten, his mostprivate place open slowly, he knew that he had massively underestimatedwhatever it was.***The catcalls of the guys faded into silence, even the comments of. After coming home that night from the party, I thought Ashley would let me be myself. I knew I would fuck more guys but I thought it would slow down a little and be my choice when and who I fucked. Looking back, I guess part of it was my choice and I probably could have stopped it. I just didn’t want to. I had moved into the dorm on Tuesday (the day they opened) and classes didn’t start until the following Monday. It was now Saturday and Ashley announced she was taking me shopping at the mall..