It had been a long summer. It was spent back at my childhood home and except for a few visits to old friends I hadn’t been getting up too much. Most of my time was spent in the gym or getting a head start for my final year at college. I was looking forward to getting back into things so I decided to book my return flights 2 weeks early.

I’d been seeing this girl before the summer, mostly a casual thing, meeting up every now and then to fuck. I liked having it that way, no strings attached, and she could ease my pent up sexual frustration. Since I was young I’ve had a crazy high sex drive, and as a result of that I would always make sure that I had a girl on the go. Unfortunately for me, the way things played out over the summer meant I hadn’t had sex in months.

So that was what was on my mind as I boarded the plane. Just another week or two and college would start up again, and with that I could get my rocks off. Either with the girl I was seeing or some new one, off tinder or from the club. The plane departed and as it was cruising high up in the skies I fell asleep, filled with anticipation for the next few weeks.

I arrived back at my flat, suitcase in hand. As I opened the door my roomie came to greet me. He was a little shorter than me with blue eyes and pale skin.

“Heeey, you’re back!” he exclaimed, “It’s been so long”

“It’s been a while, good to be back” I responded.

We embraced, and I could tell from his smiles and laughter that he was happy that I was back. It wasn’t long before we were catching up with what had been going on over the summer. I told him about my rather dull holidays and sexual frustration. He gave me a quick sideways look when I explained how I needed to fuck soon or I’d go crazy. I asked how his last few months had been. Earlier in the summer he had been seeing a guy, but it turned out that he was a total psycho.