‘I wonder if she’s a bitch to everyone. Or just me?’ He asked himself as he subtly wiped a few tears away which had formed in the corner of his eyes.
‘I think she’s just going to be a bitch to you. But that’s OK…looking as hot as that, she can do whatever she wants…’
***
After sitting through his first seminar and feeling defeated, he trudged over to his next class, this time sitting away from Georgia or any pretty women: opting instead for the safety of a chair a few seats away from a group of men.
The three men sat next to each other joking and laughing before class started. ‘How have they managed to make friends so soon?’ He asked himself, feeling pretty low. ‘Maybe I should go over and introduce myself? It can’t go any worse than with Georgia.’
He studied them carefully – they all looked so much more developed than he was: broader shoulders, facial hair, defined chest muscles…all the hallmarks of maturity. With his soft skin, round face, flat chest and slim arms and legs; Samuel knew he didn’t share any of their physical qualities.
‘You don’t look anything like them. You’re not a real man. You’ll never be a real man. Just accept it…’
As he thought about going to introduce himself, a group of three more men burst excitedly into the classroom and sat down next to them in a huddle. ‘There’s no way I’m going over now. There’s far too many of them!’
“Look at this! Look at this!” One of the newest entries shouted in hushed tones to his friends at the back of the class whilst holding out his phone. As the men huddled in, Samuel was just able to peek through and see what all the excitement was about: the man’s phone was playing pornography!
“And look – my phone’s connected to the university WiFi!”
“How’s that possible? Everything’s blocked on my phone and laptop! I can’t get on anything thanks to their stupid child lock!”
“Downloaded an app, didn’t I! Works a treat – I get access to all the filth I want!”
Samuel turned away and laughed to himself. ‘Porn. At least there’s one thing I have in common with them.’
***
Samuel was feeling pretty rotten by the time he got home to an empty house; the feeling of his rejection from Georgia and ‘not feeling like one of the boys’ still hung heavy over his head. But he was in his bedroom now and was able to get to his happy place by switching on his laptop and clicking on his favourite porn site. ‘Mum won’t be home for a few hours yet; so I can be as loud as I want.’
Headphones secured and jeans unzipped, Samuel was ready to put a disappointment day of university behind him. But after 15 minutes of scrolling through a pages of big-boobed-beauties, he felt nothing. Not a flicker of arousal from his limp cock.