Peter tries to be good...

Peter's head continued to spin. A lot had changed for him -- his body, his attractiveness, losing his virginity, his self-confidence -- and it was going to take a while for these changes to settle in and feel right.

He bounced wildly between ridiculous fantasizing about these changes (holy shit, I'm going to be able to fuck literally anybody I've ever wanted) and abject terror (I've just reprogrammed myself and I'll probably get testicular cancer and die in like 6 months). But he was a smart kid, and knew that the truth was somewhere in-between -- as the truth usually was. And, Miranda's admonishment to not accidentally expose anybody else to this before they understood better made a lot of sense.

Peter resolved to get through the weekend without his usual faps. Frankly, as he took in the sunny Southern California air with a few deep breaths into his lungs, he felt pretty good. He'd originally planned to just head back to his room to catch up on homework and play videogames, but for some reason, he felt like being outside and enjoying his environment a bit more.

So, he set off on a long walk around campus, and realized how much he'd been missing out on. He passed by a few people he recognized from classes and they responded to his friendly waves. Then, he ran into a few people he'd been in a couple orientation programs with on the quad throwing around a frisbee, and they invited him to join in; Peter spent a while just hanging out with them, and gave a non-committal "could be fun, maybe" when they invited him to a small dorm party later that night. It was...nice, and not terrifying, just being around people, for some reason. And the girls running after a loose frisbee in short shorts was pleasant to look at, too. Not in a "save it for the spank bank" kind of way, just appreciation of cute girls with long toned legs.

After that group split up, he still didn't feel like going back to his room, so he left campus to hit up a nearby boba place. Normally he just ordered online, grabbed his drink without interactions, and left. Today, though, he walked into the store right as they opened around lunchtime and was the first customer, so he hung out and made chit-chat with the two girls working as they were finishing up their opening prep. He noticed that the cute one was making eye contact and smiling a lot more than he was used to. Down, boy, he told his libido, which perked up a little bit at this idea.

He texted a group thread he lurked on if anybody else wanted any, and got a quick response, and brought a few extra drinks back to an early afternoon study group that was hiding in one of the dorms' common rooms to escape the mid-day heat.

All through this Peter found himself way more confident and comfortable than he was expecting -- and found that people around him, both guys and girls, were a lot more comfortable with him than he was used to, too. Was it really this easy? Did I just have to get laid to not be quite so nervous around everyone?

Nobody around him seemed ready to jump his bones like Miranda was this morning, which was probably a good thing -- it wasn't as if he'd suddenly turned on a switch where every girl wanted to jump his bones -- but they were just treating him as...a normal person, part of the group, if new. Still, as the afternoon progressed, Peter became gradually aware of an increasing desire to bury his cock again in something warm, wet, and willing. He was getting hornier and hornier, and there was a gentle, dull pressure forming in his balls.

This was not good for his worries about medical side-effects. Making his excuses after a takeout dinner, he went back to his dorm room.

Hurriedly sitting down at his desk, he was relieved to see his roommate, Brady, was out again -- and failed to notice the extra Herschel backpack next to Brady's on the floor. Pulling down his shorts, he inspected his junk. Yup, his cock still was bigger than it normally was, and were his balls a bit swollen? Maybe a quick fap would help this growing pressure. Rather than pulling up his favorite porno, he just closed his eyes and replayed the morning's experience with Miranda. Soon, he was reaching for a wad of tissues -- which proved to be insufficient for his new-and-improved mega-loads.

Cleaning up the extra mess required a lot more tissues, which he threw into his little desk-side trash bin for now. Fortunately, the ache in his balls seemed to have subsided. As Peter pulled his shorts back on to take out the trash, he heard someone punching in the access code for his room -- probably Brady, right?