Minor Minority [PART 3] [FINALE]

[PART 1] https://www.patreon.com/posts/21292392

[PART 2] https://www.patreon.com/posts/21305617 

[PART 3]

"Jeez, time flew by!" Ben rushed to get his things together for his first week of classes. Getting dressed took longer than usual per the suitcases that went untouched from the night prior. Unpacking them in rapid form left his floor cluttered with clothes. Nonetheless, Ben threw on his standard wardrobe: graphic tee, skinny jeans, and a rainbow armband. 

Ben stuck out like a sore thumb as he darted in between clumps of sorority chicks and fraternity dudes. By the time he got to class... late... he was forced to take a seat in the back row next to some guys.  It didn't take long for the lecture to get boring. That, and the guys sitting to the left and right of him began cat-calling some of the girls nearby to each other. 

"Ugh, this lecture... I can't even hear it." Ben was getting frustrated with the material also. At the same time, the guys were distracting...

"Pssss-" Ben heard the guy next to him make a noise. Eventually Ben was able to figure out that the guy wanted to tell him about some chick's ass the next row over.

"I'd tap that!" The guy whispered to Ben, all the while groping himself under his desk - hand down his shorts and all.

"GROSS" Ben thought. "Is he really groping himself to a girl's ass in the middle of a classroom?" 

"A girl's ass?" Ben continued to think about such a thing. 

"If I was going to jack off to anything it wouldn't be a... an ass... even if it's hot... 

...As Ben's dick moved so did his hand... to adjust himself.

"Oh, fuck. Not again!"

Quickly, and discretely, Ben repositioned his dick so that it could get hard without showing much. He cursed himself for the inconvenience and the thought of looking just like the jocks that surrounded him.

Class let out and Ben made the dorm his next stop.

"I really need the afternoon to clear my mind... maybe jerk off..."

"WAIT, no way! I won't do that..."

"I just need to relax is all."

When he arrived back he was greeted by TJ and three of his friends - all dressed in gym attire. The smell that filled the dorm was a mix of musk and more body spray.

They all seemed to turn their heads in unison as Ben entered. 

"Sup" "Sup"

And TJ was the last... "Sup bruh?"

Ben shivered at the stereotypical vocabulary all the guys on this campus had. In a hurry to escape to his room he threw out the first thing that would make him appear normal...

"Nothing dude, bout to go jerk it," Ben said during a heavy exhale. 

The second he finished saying it he froze. Chuckles erupted from the couch. TJ spoke up in between the banter....

"Dude I feel ya."

Ben hurried to his room out of complete humiliation.

"What's happening to me?!"

"Why did I say that?"

"I don't even want to jerk off."

"Do I?"

...

"TITS"

Images of tits began to flash before Ben's eyes. He fell into his bed and threw the pillow against his face. Even with the pillow the scented air was heavy. 

"Fucking fagggg!" Ben spit out in his mind. 

"I'm so angry at him. I hate this spray!" 

Ben continued to wrestle with his thoughts. "Fag..." "Faggot..." 

"I don't say those words"

"I'm... a faggot."

"But.... I--------"

Ben squeezed the pillow tighter into his face. He was so distracted battling his mind that it went unnoticed to him the humping motions that'd begun along the mattress he'd been laying stomach down on. 

"TITS"

"ASS"

...

"FUCK! Stop Ben, stop!" Ben was beginning to realize he was humping his bed while thinking nonstop about hot women. 

Shivers began to present as more laughs and cheers came from the living room. "Dude!" Ben verbalized to himself as he felt wetness from his crotch. Bed had been leaking precum right on top of the university mattress, yet he couldn't stop humping it. 

Each throb he felt he swore his dick was hitting new high lengths. 

"It's just..."

"I can't..."

"...Stop..."

"I'm not... straight... tits..."

"Ah, Fuck!"

Cum exploded out of Ben's dick in heavy streams. As the light faded and Ben came to, he noticed TJ standing behind him. 

"You ready?" TJ asked. There was a heavy smirk on his face. Ben was still in a daze he was speechless. Ben saw his cum drying atop the mattress but his brain was drawing a blank on how to deal with it, or if he needed to clean it up.

"Huhh?" Ben just kind of asked.

TJ removed a body spray container from behind his back and held it to Ben's face and let loose. 

....

....

When Ben came to, he was laying on his bed, legs spread out, dick exposed. Faintly he remembered... something.

TJ called from the other room, "Yo fag where are you? Come on, the games starting." 

Ben ran out in a hurry to join in on the fun.