CH Part 1

The question becomes one of belief. Yes, this sounds like a college professor asking questions because it was exactly here, in college, that I met Charlie H. (CH hereafter). CH was a tall slender southern lad, with a normal cock; I wish I could say it was enormous or above average, but indeed it was simply adequate in every way and shape. Your thought might be – how do you know if you never slept with him? CH and I spent many evening studying together before and after our first real episode.
We were in a building (whose name I dare not speak but it had Ivy), studying on the ground floor, when CH left for a bit. Not surprising before midterms, except I heard a faint rap on the window, looked out, and there stood CH buck naked motioning for me to open up. So I did and CH plunged inward upon our table and began to pose down like a bodybuilder, then he began singing “Which Way America”, finished the tune to everyone’s amazement and lept out. Clearly there was something wrong with Charlie. After this behavior his appearances became stranger. For instance he adopted the peculiar habit of arranging every piece of furniture in his room at the center, and taping charcoal to the white walls in geometric mosaic patterns.
His onanistic pleasures also increased, he would simply start jacking off whenever and wherever he felt like it. You might be watching SportsMachine and CH would say “Do you mind if I beat off?” and he would take out his 5 iron and have a wank. It was all very strange. One night there was a party….