College Confessions

INDIAN BURNS

I had known this one girl throughout high school, and we had always been close but never actually hooked up. One night freshman year at a mutual friend’s party, we followed our drunken ambitions to the nearest bedroom. We started making out and she put her hand down my pants. At first, I didn’t mind the handjob, but then she started speeding up. Drunk, I didn’t really mind because it was going to take a lot to keep me hard. The next thing I knew, she had her hand wrapped so tight and was moving so fast, I literally thought I was getting a hand job from an adult gorilla. I pulled her hand off and told her we needed to get back to the party. The next day, I noticed something on the tip of my penis. It was a scab. The hand job she gave me had turned into an Indian burn from hell that literally scabbed my penis. We are now only friends.
-Jack, freshman