College Initiations

With his campus reputation ruined by a viral video, Casper seeks comfort and understanding from his friend Alice. Sympathetic to his sexual frustrations but true to her conservative values, Alice provides only routine manual relief while multitasking on her homework.

(Note: This story continues a tale begun in It’s Only a Penis https://onania.org/asm/its-only-a-penis-by-richard-lovel/ )

Chapter 1 – The Study Date

Alice held her phone in one hand and swiped her thumb across the screen, her eyes fixed on the dense text of her Feminist Critical Studies assignment. “Intersectional analysis requires examination of power structures across multiple dimensions of…” She paused, flexing the wrist of her other hand to relieve a cramp, then resumed its steady rhythm. She had been masturbating Casper’s erect penis for twenty minutes.

He lay sprawled half-naked across her thighs, his pants bunched around his knees, shirt rucked up to his chest to avoid the inevitable mess. His nakedness contrasted sharply with her fully clothed state – she hadn’t even bothered to roll up the sleeve of her modest cardigan.

“Is this workin’ for you?” she asked without looking away from her phone, her fingers mechanically stroking his shaft, on auto=pilot.

Casper stared dumbly at the stroking hand, up and down, up and down. A silver purity ring on her finger glinted with each stroke, a constant reminder of her imposed limits.

“God, yes,” he whispered.

Alice nodded absently and continued reading about phallocentric power structures. Casper’s hips lifted off her lap as he attempted to penetrate deeper into her circling fist. She instinctively loosened her grip, frustrating his efforts. He retreated, and her hand resumed its methodical pace. The article was making some interesting points about male vulnerability during orgasm as a temporary inversion of patriarchal dynamics. The irony wasn’t lost on her.

“Please don’t stop,” he whimpered.

“You ‘bout ready to pop, hon? My hand’s gettin’ tired.”

Since “The Video” incident study dates typically began like this. The manual act seemed harmless, even with her conservative Southern upbringing. Because she felt sorry about the video and its consequences for Casper, she willingly performed this small charity. Besides, masturbation diverted him from his relentless requests for sex. She remained firmly committed to virginity until marriage, and Casper only grudgingly accepted her personal values of chastity and restraint.

With practice Alice had become adept at masturbating Casper’s penis. His urgent neediness tugged at her heart, and she enjoyed being his angel of manual mercy. And privately, she was exploring the boundary between the good girl from Sunday school and the college woman she was becoming.

Casper’s eyes were closed tight, his face contorted in concentration. “I’m getting close,” he gasped, his voice tight.

“Yeah, I can tell. You’re gettin’ that dopey look again. Tell me when you start to let go, so I can point your thing the right way. I hate it when you mess all over.”

Casper’s breathing grew more ragged, his abdominal muscles tensing under her forearm. Alice increased her pace slightly, noting the signs of his approaching orgasm.

She focused the tips of her fingers on his frenulum. “Is this the bit you like? The little pooch of skin, right under the tip? Want me to tickle it special?”

“Oh god, Alice, I’m starting …,” Casper moaned, his hips thrust upward involuntarily.

Feeling the first pre-ejaculatory spasm in his shaft, she aimed his penis towards his bare stomach. But just then her phone chirped with the chime of a text.

“Hold your horses, hon, I got to check this.” Alice immediately released his penis and switched her attention to her phone. A look of desperate betrayal spread across Casper’s face as he teetered on the edge of release.

“No, wait— Oh god Alice DON’T STOP!” The protest dissolved into a strangled groan. His back arched, and semen spontaneously dribbled out of his abandoned penis — weak, sporadic pulses landing pathetically onto his stomach. His face contorted with the agony of interrupted orgasm, and he grabbed himself and stroked frantically to restart the contractions. The full force of his ejaculation erupted and splashed across his bare stomach in messy, uncontrolled spurts.

“Are you kiddin’ me?” Alice stared at the mess in disgust. “I stopped for like two seconds.”

Casper panted, his eyes still closed as the last pulses of his orgasm subsided. “You let go right when I was starting to…”

“I got a text,” she explained. “And don’t be such a drama queen. It’s just a silly old ejaculation. You make such a big deal out of somethin’ that’s not much more than a good sneeze.”

“You don’t know how awful it feels when it stops in the middle like that. Most girls would be a little more supportive.”

“Most girls wouldn’t be diddlin’ your thing while readin’ feminist theory,” Alice countered.

Casper lay innervated across her lap, his softening penis still in his hand, semen cooling on his stomach. Alice finished her text and looked at him – half-naked, vulnerable, and messy across her lap – and sighed. The weight of his body across her lap had become uncomfortable, especially with his emission now threatening to drip onto her jeans.

“It’s still drippin`,” she pointed out, handing him a box of tissues. “Clean up that mess and get off me.”

“Who’s texting you that’s so important?” Casper asked, his post-orgasm voice tinged with irritation.

“Becky. She wants me to meet for coffee tomorrow. Talk about fraternity and sorority rush. She’s pretty big in the Greeks on campus.” She glanced at his cleaning efforts. “You missed some. Near your navel.”

Casper groaned again, but this time not from pleasure. “Are you still hanging with her? After what she did to me?”

“Becky’s my friend. She’s like a mentor. You ought to thank her, she taught me how to diddle a boy’s thing.”

“You mean … she showed you how … on other boys? Who?”

“What, you think you’re the only boy with a penis? Chill out Othello, she has this plastic thing-a-bob. It looks just like yours … but it’s way bigger. She showed me how to hold it, and where the hot spots are. Funny, I never knew they made things like that. Becky called it a `girl’s best friend`. She never said what she uses it for.” A pretty blush covered her cheeks. “I think maybe she does stuff with it alone.”

“Oh yeah. Great teacher. That video ruined my life, Alice.”

Alice sighed. They’d had this conversation before. “It was an accident.”

“An accident?” He struggled to sit up, his pants still tangled around his thighs. “First she tricked me into jerking off naked in front of you two. Then she recorded it and ‘accidentally’ uploaded it to the campus social network?”

“She meant to send it just to me. So I could study how boys do it. It was the first time I ever saw a boy’s thing.” Alice frowned at a damp spot on her jeans where his penis had leaked. “She hit the wrong button.”

“Everyone saw it, Alice.” Casper’s voice cracked. “Everyone saw me naked, jerking off while you two watched. They saw me begging for permission to cum. They saw me…” He trailed off, unable to articulate the full humiliation.

Alice’s tone softened slightly. “Yeah, I know. That was a major oops.” The video had spread like wildfire – Casper on his knees naked, desperately stroking himself with Becky’s voice commanding him, telling him what a good boy he was, calling him a chronic masturbator.

“Do you know what they call me now?” Casper asked, zipping up his pants with trembling fingers. “The CasperBator. That’s my nickname. CasperBator.”

“Maybe people will forget after a while,” Alice offered hopefully, though they both knew the video had defined him.

Casper moved closer to her on the couch, his eyes suddenly pleading. “Alice, please. If you and I had sex – just once – it would change everything. Then I wouldn’t be just some pathetic jerk-off artist.”

Alice immediately shook her head. “That ain’t happenin’! We’ve been over this, Casper. I don’t go all the way.” She held up her hand, the purity ring catching the light. “I’m saving myself for marriage, remember? There’s a clear line.”

“A line that keeps me a virgin too,” Casper muttered.

Alice’s eyes narrowed. “Now don’t you go guiltin’ me, Casper Halden. If you’re that desperate, date someone else. Some girl who will … go all the way.”

Casper laughed bitterly. “Who? Name one girl on campus who will date me after that video. One girl even set up a Twitter account called ‘Casper’s Right Hand’. She created an AI-bot that posts deep-fakes of me doing even weirder stuff. She printed QR codes with the link and pasted them all over.”

“Yeah, some girls can be kinda mean,” Alice admitted.

“Please, Alice.” Casper moved closer, placing his hand on her knee. “We already do stuff! You’ve been jerking me off for months. If we had sex, it would change everything…”

“No.” She removed his hand firmly. “My virginity isn’t a tool to fix your reputation.”

“Fine. Whatever. But someday you’ll want more too. And maybe I won’t be available.”

“Well that would certainly create a vacancy in my masturbator schedule. And frankly, you oughta be grateful for anyone touching you at all.”

Casper flinched.

“That wasn’t nice,” she admitted after a moment. “I’m sorry.”

“But true.” His shoulders slumped. “I am grateful. I just… I’m so tired of being a joke. What am I supposed to do?”

“Stop whinin’, for one thing. Girls don’t like whiny, pouty boys. Clean yourself up properly, and let’s get back to homework. I can’t fix this for you. Casper.”

“But you’ll keep helping me out, like tonight?”

Alice glanced at him, then at her purity ring. “As long as you understand where the line is.”

Casper nodded, defeated, and pulled out his own textbook. Alice resumed reading her Feminist Critical Studies assignment, while beside her, Casper pretended to study — his thoughts still on the viral video that made him a campus punchline and left him dependent on her reluctant charity.

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