What a combination. Gene Rayburn climbed up the fire stairs of Blakely Hall on the University of Illinois Champaign campus. His head whirled from the drug and his cock pulsed from its teasing. Kathy sure knew how to tease, and when to run inside her dorm and up to her room to bask in a romantic illusion, while he scraped his knees against the metal strips on the fire stairs.
Something ripped in the back of his cheep KMart Specials. They were old even when they were new and know they had to strain against the metal and the weight of his out of control body.
Shit, he thought, he’d have to jerk off when he got to 822. He didn’t care what his virginal freshman roommate thought. He had to get a little hand action in or…