It has been eighty-nine days since I've had an orgasm. I should explain.
My name is Mason. I'm eighteen and in February of 2022 my dad signed me up for a year-long exchange programme in Australia from our home in Canada. I wanted to do it, but when I found out that I would be housed in military-style bunks with twenty other boys, my enthusiasm drained. Unlike my testicles.
I didn't cum for a week before my flight due to being tired and exhausted. I tried on my third day here, and got so close, so, so, so close before someone asked if I could get comfortable. I blamed it on the new mattress. He bought it, I think. I hope. My cock leaked precum into my sheets for the next hour, and I tried everything to cum. I eased my foreskin up and down trying to cum, but it wasn't quiet enough. Every shuffle cause me to restart. I stopped when I realised it was four in the morning.
Ever since then, I've been trying to cum. Anything. Tried on a school hike, nearly fell and almost got caught. Tried on a school trip to the beach, and got swept by the waves whenever I was close. Bathrooms? Walls are too thin and everyone can hear everything. Showers? Communal stalls with black floors. Cum would stick out like a sore thumb. I get reminded every day of how long it's been since I've felt the exquisite pleasure of an orgasm. My morning wood is more like a morning diamond. My testicles feel so full and ache from the amount of cum stuck in them. My cock gets hard on a hair pin.
But I think there's someone else who's stuck in my position. Lucas is relatively new, he's been there for a month less than me, and I think that he's in the same situation. I think that I've contributed to it, actually. I was walking by a bathroom that's rarely used, looking for a place to jerk off, and when I walked in I heard a shuffling sound before it stopped. When Lucas walked out, we gave each other a nod, and more people came in.
We have the exact same class schedule and recently his bunk was moved next to mine, and now, I can see him playing with his cock in the middle of the night. The moonlight shines into the room, illuminating his athletic white body and sixteen-centimetre uncut cock. His foreskin hung over his tip, revealing his shiny head in the Australian moonlight, his precum dripping from his cock. I felt mine rage in my boxers. We were the only two in the bunks due to a trip, and I'm not sure why I didn't think of it sooner.
He looked over and froze, cock deflating. His face went bright, bright red and he stuttered.
"Sorry." He whispered.
"It's fine," I whispered back. "How long has it been for you?"
"Sixty days." He whispered back. "I can't take it anymore."
"It's been eighty-nine for me." I whispered. "I'm about to explode."
"Really? I'm sorry man."
An awkwardness grew between us.
"So," He whispered. "What did you think?"
"Of what?" I asked.
"Of my...dick," He looked down at his soft cock. "My ex-girlfriend said it was ugly before I left...killed my libido, I guess." He offered a silent chuckle.
"It looked really nice," I said after a moment. "It's thick, and the size is good."
"Oh, really?" His face was red again, and I saw his tip twitch.
"Yeah, of course." I paused and readjusted my cock. "I also prefer uncut guys, too."
"Oh...thanks." He said, shyly. "Are you uncut?"
I nodded. He paused.
"Are you gay?"
