Pathetic

It was harder than it'd been in the past few days. It was as if it was announcing to the world that it was ready to plunge itself deep into another adventure, as deep as humanly possible. The only problem was that there was no one around willing to share in said journey. He sat on his bed in his lonely dorm room pondering how to deal, but as pathetic as it all was, he found himself with only one real option.1

The next few moments were full of feelings of disgust, loneliness, and of coarse, arousal. This was the fifth occurrence this week and it was starting to lose its flavor. Nevertheless, a firm grip was in order and a constant rhythm was established. As bad as he felt inside, the slight stimulation to his other self was a relief and he began to slip away. However, he did have to continually bring himself back from his fantasy in order to mask his grunts from the girls who lived next door. This particular residence hall had paper thin walls.2

Soon the inevitable fantasy became too much to resist and the boy succumb to his own carnal needs. His picture was something unattainable but he ran down the path anyway. Every flick of his wrist was another step down the road to disappointment. As ecstasy began to take him so did his own feelings of sadness. Every imaginary thrust into her and another banner lifted over his head proclaiming: It will NEVER happen.3

His time was running short. Soon he would have to make the decision to finish his sad tale or to leave it hanging for another rainy day. As pathetic as he felt he knew that this had to leave his system and it was time. 4

It all ended with a bang that was all too familiar. So familiar in fact, that it made him question the entire process. He had began to go numb from his constant wanderings down this road. The sweet climax did not have the same ring of satisfaction it once did, but all was done and one chore still remained. He began to ponder what he should clean up first, his cum, or his tears.