Owen Gelman stood in his dorm room, his emotions roiling. His mothers had just taken their leave, leaving him to his own devices. He was, unsurprisingly, nervous as all heck. He not only had the standard jitters you'd expect from an incoming Freshman, but the added turmoil of not knowing how his peers and teachers would react to the presence of the only guy on the planet.
Still, he couldn't let himself be paralyzed, and began unpacking his stuff. He was putting up a poster of his favorite baseball player (depicted wearing just her cap, fucking herself with a bat), when the door opened, and a girl entered the room, staggering under a huge pile of boxes; so huge that she couldn't see in front of her.
"Hi, there!" she said. "I'm Jo. We're going to be roommates! I hope you don't mind if we sleep in separate beds."
Owen couldn't help but grin at the girl's exuberant friendliness, although the motormouthing could be annoying. Fortunately, he knew a good way to shut her up.
"Here, let me help you with those," he said, taking some of the boxes.
"Thanks," Jo said. "You know your voice sounds funny are you si..." she trailed off as she finally got a good look at Owen.
"You...you're a guy!" she exclaimed, awed.
Owen smiled, used to that reaction, and took the time to get a good look at her. She was about a head shorter than him, with a voluptuous build, green eyes, and red hair. Her dark complexion and exotic features suggested a mixed-race background. She was dressed conservatively, in a purple catsuit, unzipped to display considerable cleavage.
Jo just stared at him for a few minutes, but eventually recovered. "Wow. Forget what I said about separate beds. I'm good with sharing. Can I see it?"
Owen didn't have to ask what she meant; he was used to this too. He simply dropped his pants. Jo stared open-mouthed at his flaccid cock.
"Wow," she said again. "Is...it supposed to be floppy like that? I thought they were all straight and stuff."
Owen shrugged. "It only gets hard when I'm aroused. If I think about sex, or it's touched correctly, it springs right up."
Jo became excited. "That's so cool! Can I try it?"
Owen shrugged again; still nothing new here. "Knock yourself out."
Jo knelt, and reverently took his package in her hands. Another effect of the Pulse, only discovered when Owen hit puberty, was that women instinctively knew how to handle male genitalia, so he had no fear of her hurting him. He just sat back and let her give him a handjob.
As he reached full-mast under ministrations, Jo beamed. "Wow!" she said, yet again. |