What I'm about to tell you is pure fact.
A few years back, I started college at your typical 4 year university. The weekend before classes began my former girlfriend, dad, and I drove down to move me in. I was very nervous as the school was 6 hours from my home, I knew no one at the school, nor had any idea who my roommate was. I get to the dorms, move my stuff in and make the obligatory stop at Wal-mart for last minute essentials while everything is still on dad's dime. I get back and notice there is a gentleman quite reminiscent of Quasimodo, back hump and all, that is "moving" three pairs of slacks, some tube socks, and a couple t-shirts into our room. I asked him, "hey, how are you, is that all you brought? I'm Tom." He timidly said his name was Bruce Keith (not his real name) and quickly left the room. The next time I saw him would change my life....
After staying the last 2 nights before classes began in a hotel with my girlfriend, I woke up early to say my goodbyes. I then made my way towards the eventual mistake that was 9am class. When I got there I realized that it was a lab and since labs do not meet before lectures there would be no class that day. (Duh) So, not having class for another two hours, I reluctantly decided to head back to the dorms for a little more sleep...
After reaching my dorm, I put the key in the lock and opened my door. What I saw when I entered can only be described as a desperate man's attempt to hide the fact that he was beating his dick furiously. He immediately placed a towel over his crotch, and made random noises that were a cross between grunts and sounds an injured emu might make . Not wanting to embarrass him I walked over to my cork-board/whiteboard and removed a flyer from it. I then pretended to read it while I quickly left the room without saying anything further.
In the hall I told myself that he was doing what many young men do and that it was no big deal. If Quasimodo wanted to masturbate in the mornings, we could just work out a schedule. However, thinking back a few seconds to when I quickly grabbed the flyer, I realized that one of the 7 pictures I put up on my corkboard was missing. It happened to be a picture of me and my girlfriend at prom. I felt very violated, confused and disgusted beyond words. I thought, was he beating it to me? To her? I didn't want to find out so I immediately went to our head resident advisor's office and requested we have a meeting to transfer me out of that dorm immediately.
Eventually he was transferred to another dorm and I got to have a single to myself. I never found out what happened to Bruce or where his masturbatory adventures took him. Perhaps he left the school out of embarrassment. Perhaps he hung himself.
Eventually I left Generic 4 Year University for various reasons, joined the workforce for a while, then finished my degree a couple years later at a school 400 miles away. However, during my second to last semester at the different school, I soon found out where Mr. Tugs ended up; in a biomedicine in law class right next to me.
After staying the last 2 nights before classes began in a hotel with my girlfriend, I woke up early to say my goodbyes. I then made my way towards the eventual mistake that was 9am class. When I got there I realized that it was a lab and since labs do not meet before lectures there would be no class that day. (Duh) So, not having class for another two hours, I reluctantly decided to head back to the dorms for a little more sleep...
After reaching my dorm, I put the key in the lock and opened my door. What I saw when I entered can only be described as a desperate man's attempt to hide the fact that he was beating his dick furiously. He immediately placed a towel over his crotch, and made random noises that were a cross between grunts and sounds an injured emu might make . Not wanting to embarrass him I walked over to my cork-board/whiteboard and removed a flyer from it. I then pretended to read it while I quickly left the room without saying anything further.
In the hall I told myself that he was doing what many young men do and that it was no big deal. If Quasimodo wanted to masturbate in the mornings, we could just work out a schedule. However, thinking back a few seconds to when I quickly grabbed the flyer, I realized that one of the 7 pictures I put up on my corkboard was missing. It happened to be a picture of me and my girlfriend at prom. I felt very violated, confused and disgusted beyond words. I thought, was he beating it to me? To her? I didn't want to find out so I immediately went to our head resident advisor's office and requested we have a meeting to transfer me out of that dorm immediately.
Eventually he was transferred to another dorm and I got to have a single to myself. I never found out what happened to Bruce or where his masturbatory adventures took him. Perhaps he left the school out of embarrassment. Perhaps he hung himself.
Eventually I left Generic 4 Year University for various reasons, joined the workforce for a while, then finished my degree a couple years later at a school 400 miles away. However, during my second to last semester at the different school, I soon found out where Mr. Tugs ended up; in a biomedicine in law class right next to me.
The day began as any normal day. I get to class, our teacher starts handing back papers from last week. I hear my name, I get my paper, and I start checking the teachers' comments. All is going well until I hear, "Bruce Keith?" I almost shit myself because I thought no way in hell its the same guy. Slowly I averted my gaze from the paper in front of me and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the unmistakable, pulsating hump mere inches from my face. Unbelievable. 4 years later, 400 miles away and the guy I caught jerking off in my dorm, that defined my very first college moment, was sitting next to me.
The next time class met I made sure I moved a safe distance away. We never acknowledged each other, and I don't know if he remembered me, but I think its safe to say he probably did. After all, would you forget about violating your roommates life your first day of college? I think not.
The next time class met I made sure I moved a safe distance away. We never acknowledged each other, and I don't know if he remembered me, but I think its safe to say he probably did. After all, would you forget about violating your roommates life your first day of college? I think not.
Until we meet again, Quasimodo, until we meet again...
