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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. I throw on my backpack and jog across campus and try to keep myself secure in my compression shorts while I run. 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, but I freeze instantly because—there is absolutely a nude of me sitting on a page in TA’s notepad.

And my name next to the picture, and like, exacting realism on the lined page. It looks like a sketched drawing, but there is even the mole and birthmark on my upper left thigh. My girth. I feel frozen and terrified and warm all at once; Ive never met this TA. I think his name is Travis. Standing on my right, he grabs his book, (grins?!), and sits down next to me in an empty chair. His green eyes dont move at all underneath a head of thick black hair.

At the front of the room the professor begins in what feels like cinema slowmo, gathering 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, crossing one track star leg over the other. A group of girls begins to giggle quietly over in the corner.

I try to whisper at him. I’m fumbling though, and my compression shorts are riding up my leg and Im still a little too hard to relax or pay attention and I need to readjust for circulation but, I can’t really move discreetly. Everyone will almost definitely see me touching myself under the desk if I move. The professor begins walking back and forth between the black board and his desk. Sometimes muttering. Sometimes reading a Psalm.

Next to me, Travis(?) 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.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see a hand sliding a note over to me. Travis is still looking towards the front of the room. In blue scrawled lettering I make out “eat after reading” at the top, and I laugh a little to myself because what the fuck, this is silly, but as I read my hands start to numb. I unfold further, and my fingers start to shake. There on the page—

“If you dont want campus leadership to know how you use your webcam at night, meet behind the chapel tomorrow at 3:33am”

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I’m almost out of money and sophomore year is hell. I dont have time for this shit. Who the fuck is this TA? And why are they so subtely sexy, and why upon noticing them noticing me for the first time would they use their sexy powers of sexiness for extortion, and why on me?!? I need a joint.

So I cam a little while attending a religious college, it’s honestly common. Heavens! 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. Travis is grinning, widely.

NSFW: yes

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