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I hate sophomore year. Im ten minutes late to class and Ive barely had relief in weeks and I literally just want to cry and stroke myself in the bathroom but if I am absent one more time I fail this whole stupid class and I am not about to move back in with my stepdad. I throw on my backpack and sprint across campus, trying to keep my heaving dick secure in my compression shorts while I jog. I slip into an open seat in the back of class 13 minutes late and at first, I don’t think anyone notices me. A book drops suddenly, to my right. In a moment I glance over to grab it, and this is a haunting thing that has been fucking with my head—a picture of me in the TA’s notepad.

Spilling from the middle of the page is a picture-perfect sketch of my name, and MY dick. Like, exacting realism on the lined page. My middle vein and girth. I feel frozen and terrified and warm all at once; the TA’s name is Travis. Standing on my right, he grabs his book, (grins?!), and sits down next to me in an empty chair, green eyes unmoving.

At the front of the room the professor begins to gather everyones attention, “Ok…class? Please pull out your short essay rough drafts from last week so we can go over them real quick. Make sure your headers at the top of the title page include your name, date, and the class title ‘Biblical Literacy’ in the right-hand corner.”

Travis is wearing a tight black buttoned shirt tucked into dress khakis that hug his athletic waist. He clutches the notepad and sits down, all smiles. A group of girls begins to giggle quietly over in the corner.

I try to whisper at him. I can’t breathe. My compression shorts are riding up my leg and Im still too hard to relax or pay attention and I need to readjust for circulation but I can’t move discreetly. Everyone will see me touching myself under the desk if I move. The professor begins walking back and forth between the black board. He’s reading a Psalm.

The TA pulls a small folded note out of his back pack. Everyone is looking at the prof at the front of the room again and I can breathe out a small sigh as I untuck the twist in my underpants back to a comfortable spot.

I slide the note over. In blue scrawled lettering I make out “eat after reading” at the top. My hands go numb. I unfold it further as my fingers start to shake a little. There on the page—

“Stepdad says hello. If you dont want campus leadership to know how you use your webcam at night, meet us behind the chapel tomorrow at 3:33am. It’s time your were baptized like a real Christian.”

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I want to cry. I fold the note back up very very small, and stare blankly at the whiteboard ahead. I eat the note. I just want to jack off.

NSFW: yes

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