The Daily Routine of a Lonely Student

Perhaps one of the most distressing aspects of being a student is finding love. Not our grades, not our financial responsibilities, and not the superficial titles we are trying to earn.     Throughout high school, I was never one of those kids that were part of the “popular crowd”. I had no friends and I would keep to myself and do my work, sometimes I would even do work for other people to try and become friends with them. That never worked. I was always scared to reach out to others in fear that they would reject me.     In school I was considered to be a good student, I always did what I was supposed to do and I always tried to make my parents happy with good grades. I wasn’t smart enough to be considered and fit in with the nerds, but I suppose my work ethic was enough to draw the distaste of the cool kids. Because of this it was very hard for me to find any friends. As you can probably guess from the last two paragraphs, I didn’t have a girlfriend either. When it was time for prom, I could never find a date.     Now that I am in college, I live in a house by myself. I am still single and try to keep up my grades.     Home is my safe space, it is where no one can judge me and I can comfort myself. As you can probably guess part of this comfort is masturbation.     Every day after school is over, I make my journey home. Exhausted after dealing with the daily struggles of school work and lectures, I change into my soft home clothes and lay down on the couch. After a short nap, I make my own dinner and do my homework. I usually study until about 10:00pm before calling it a night. This is however, when my night is just getting started.     I have had a habit of masturbating before showering since I was in the sixth grade. There’s just something about waiting until the end of the day to touch yourself. For me it almost acts as a stress relief.     I start by taking my new change of bedtime clothes into the bathroom, usually it is an undershirt, basketball shorts, and a fresh pair of white cotton underwear. I hang the articles of clothing up on the wall. I then go out into my living room to fetch my laptop and a pair of headphones, I bring them into the bathroom and set them down on a cardboard box that is the same height as the toilet. What happens next is where the fun really begins.     I start to strip down. I take off my shirt and pulldown my pants, I throw them off to the side of the room. Sometimes, there is already a slight bulge in my underwear if I am excited. I grab the elastic waist of the underwear and pull it down to my ankles, I then slip them off and put them with the other clothes. My penis and testicles dangle between my legs.     I wash my hands well with hot water. I sit down on the toilet and pull the cardboard box and laptop so that it is in between my legs. I flip open the screen and pull up a private internet window. Before I get too excited, I do my business in the toilet so that I can be completely relaxed. I pull up my favorite adult sites and begin pleasuring myself.     Sometimes I watch videos and sometimes I read stories that make me very excited. I grasp my penis with my hand and stroke up and down. It always feels so good. The warm feeling spreads through my shaft to the rest of my body. My favorite part is the tingling feeling I feel when I first start out. This is when my penis still feels fresh and is sensitive to my fingers. My penis grows out to its full length of five and a half inches. My testicles also become loose and dangle under the shaft.     I squeeze right below the head with both index fingers and thumbs. My index fingers rub the sensitive part under the head and my thumbs massage the part behind the head. When I look at my penis, I can see a clear drop of pre-cum forming at the hole. I squeeze my penis like an orange and the clear droplet slides down the front of my dick and leaves a trail of slipperiness. Sometimes, I will rub the slippery fluid all over my shaft and use it as lube. I need to wipe my fingers before touching my keyboard again.        I use my free hand to play with my hanging balls. I use the tips of my fingers to tickle them from underneath and sometime pull on them to see how far they can stretch. Using my non stroking hand, I sometimes pull on the bottom of the sack; the tension this gives me is sometimes orgasm inducing.     On occasion, if I am really horny, I experiment with anal play. My non stroking hand reaches between my legs and under my balls. I rub lube all over my middle finger and the doors of my butthole. I slowly rock my finger up my butt. I love the warm contractions this generates when it is time for me to cum. The feeling of being penetrated makes me feel so dirty, but at the same time so good.     Normally though, I just stick to normal stroking and a good sexy video. As I can feel my climax building up in my base, it spreads through the rest of my shaft. Pulsing through my balls and ending at the tip of the head. My eyes roll to the back of my head and my back goes numb, my legs go as stiff as my penis and I curl my toes. I lean forward and aim my dick in between my legs into the toilet. As I stroke in fast burst, a hot stream of cum ejaculates from my cock and into the water. The stress of the day leaves my body as it is shaking from its orgasmic contractions.     As I recover from my orgasm, I look into the bowl and see the thick milky substance floating on top of the water. I wipe the sticky residue from the tip and squeeze out any remaining ejaculate. Exhausted; I take a hot shower, the water washing away the sweat on my back and the hardships of the day.     As I come out of the shower, I dry myself and brush my teeth. I put on my soft bedtime clothes and turn off the lights around the house.     As I role into my bed I look at the spot next to me, it is empty… As I lay in bed, lonely thoughts enter my mind. I imagine a girl, who I would love and love and love. I wrap my arms around a large pillow and kiss it good night as if it were a friend. Sometimes if the mood is right, I also make love to the pillow as if it were real. But most times, I just sob my way to sleep; ready to start the lonely cycle all over again...