Off to University!

I wasn't going to university on my own, I was lucky to have been accepted with my schoolyard friend Becky, the girl; now young woman with the keen nose that had once tracked a males scent through walls like a **** dog honing in on a cache of illegal merch. She had become a good friend over the years naturally, we had spent many years going out and playing in the park, going out to see movies when we were older - invariably talking about boys and other girly things. Naturally when the topic of boys came up I was a lot more inverted on the matter, and I suppose that shying away from the topic hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Are you a lesbian, Alex? It's ok if you are, I have nothing against them!" She was quick to proclaim "It's just that... You never even look at boys, never mind talking about them. You don't have an actor crush, or a popstar crush, or have anything to say at all regarding men." I realized that she had me dead to rights; I had absolutely no attraction to other men despite what my looks might suggest. Back then I had confirmed her suspicions, and she had hugged me and thanked me for sharing that with her. Becky was a nice girl, and being around her made me feel good.

Arriving in our surprisingly cramped dorm room, I realized that there wasn't two separate beds as I had assumed there would be - but a bunkbed with one on top of the other. Seeing this, Becky giggled and pushed right past me declaring "I call tops!" before racing her way up the ladder; revealing a flash of her white and pink striped panties. I felt my heart beat out of sync for a second there, and had to repress my cock from breaking free from the tape I had wrapped around it to secure it to my pantleg.

Puberty had seen me go from skirts to regular pants, because it was growingly impossible to contain my expanding length within such frilly and short confines. Yes, I am hung like you would not believe. How do I know this? Well, I must admit that the infamous bisexual curiosity of youth hadn't entirely skipped my measure. There's plenty of porn out there, and plenty of actors with statedly above average sized cocks. I can say with earned confidence that I could easily rival their magnitude, feminine though I may appear.

Getting my sordid thoughts out of mind, I sat on the bottom bunk and found that it suited me better, it felt more comfortable being closer to the floor, and gave me easier access to the bathroom if I needed to make any night time visits. More importantly, under the bed was a decidedly appropriate place to hide my perspiration blockers, as I would doubt Becky to be the kind of person to go rummaging through belongings - but if she were then it would be better hidden there than anywhere else.

"I'm gonna see how fast the internet speed is!" Becky said, almost jumping down from the top bunk and unfastening her laptop onto the small desk space and clicking away at the keys. "Oh! It's a lot faster than at home!" Though adding on her ulterior motives; "I can download sooooo much porn now~" She giggled to herself lecherously. Sighing while smiling I couldn't help but laugh and simultaneously facepalm at her antics.

"Anything good?" I feigned interest in her almost obsessive following of male pornstars.

"Always! Jake Dyer has a new video where he fucks 10 girls one after the next! It's soooo fucking hot! Hey, watch it with me! But just stare at the girls or something, hehe~" Sighing again, I get up and stand over her whilst she opens her extensive bookmarks tab filled with her goblin-like treasure trove of depraved trinkets and clicks on the link as if she had its location mapped perfectly in her memory. A video starts playing of this ripped guy fucking women and rutting them like beasts, the women's moans in the video were starting to get to me as I could feel my cock stirring, but I practiced my concentration and my almost decade long experience in repressing these urges.

"Isn't he just so fucking amazing~" Becky exclaims, biting her lip, and then I notice she's rubbing herself as she's watching all of this. Whilst not on the level of a woman's sense of smell - it wasn't like I was immune to the scent of a woman either, and as a sexually repressed young man I found the allure to be almost torturous to refuse. "Look at how fucking big he is~" Deciding that looking at the guy might calm me down a little, I silently agreed to take her up on her advice in an effort to quell these consuming urges. I look at the actors wang as he unsheathes it from one of the actresses, it looked like 8 inches to me. Certainly big, but I had him beat.

Becky rushes past me as I start to feel myself calming down and closes the bathroom door behind her in an urgent slam. Sighing I paused the video and began my deep breathing exercises. The room stunk of female desire, and so I cranked open a window lest I succumb to these baser instincts of mine. I realized then that perhaps cohabitation might have been a bad idea for me if I was to keep this promise with mother.