Psychology 101 slowly drew to a close for the day. You found the subject interesting enough, but the professor was as boring as snot. Besides, from your vantage point in the lecture hall, you were faced with a non-stop barrage of distracting images. The gorgeous students were bad enough, but there was something about the low lighting of the room when the professor was using the projector that brought the perverts out. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that almost all psychological principals had something to do with sex. Or maybe it's because the room was filled with 18-20 year olds who were already overly-sexually charged.
Last week, for example, you tried your best to focus on the professor's Power Point presentation about Freud's concept of the Id. That was difficult, because in the row directly in front of you, you saw the captain of the cheerleaders sitting next to the football team's quarterback. They had their hands in each other's laps, making furtive movements. That was distracting enough, but when the football player swiveled his chair a little, you got a perfect view of an amazing cock, held firmly in the cheerleader's slender fingers. Totally forgetting about the lecture, you watched in fascination as she pumped him hard until she was rewarded with an eruption of cum that must have shot two feet straight up.
You were as hard as a rock. You would have loved to have traded places with one of them – it didn't matter which. You were totally turned on by the thought of that hot girl stroking you to climax. You were also getting really hot, thinking about being the one who was stroking that muscular, hot stud.
Needless to say, you didn't get a lot of learning out of that lecture that day. Today was not a lot better. You purposefully sat in a different part of the lecture hall, avoiding another sex show in your line of sight. You chose to sit behind a geeky-looking guy who really held no attraction to you at all. You thought you were safe, until he stopped taking notes on his computer 10 minutes into the class and started surfing porn sites. Your eyes fixated on the images on the screen in front of you, and you completely tuned out everything else the professor had to say.
Now, as class drew to a close, the guy in front of you shut down his computer, and you once again listened to the professor. Unfortunately, he was done with the lecture and was making closing announcements.
“And one last thing before you go,” he said, reading from a piece of paper on his desk. “The medical school is partnering with the Psychology Department for a series of studies, and we need volunteers. I am prepared to offer extra credit in this class, and the medical department is offering $500 cash for eligible participants. If you are interested, please see me after class.”
THAT caught your attention. Sure, you could always use more money, but you were positive you were going to need extra credit in this class. The most information you have gleaned during the lectures so far is that the head cheerleader makes a sound like a whistle when she is being fingered, and that the guy who was banging the redhead in the video you saw today looked enough like Zack that you have had a hard time getting impure thoughts about your roommate out of your head.
You are the first to reach the professor after class and ask for more information about the program. He gives you an information sheet, and you walk out of the class, reading it.
As he said, there are a number of different studies being conducted, but only one called for adult males under the age of 24, in reasonably-good health. It said to apply in person at the medical school, which you have to pass on your way back to your dorm, anyway. What do you have to lose by checking it out?
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