Timothy Leary was an ordinary student at a college in Massachusetts. He was about 5'11" and weighed 140 lbs, with sandy hair and deep blue eyes. He was in his sophomore year of college when the cure began. The first person Tim saw change was his one of his roommates, Kevin, a boy no older than himself. Timothy had been studying at his desk when Kevin screamed from the bathroom and came running into the dorm room. Tim turned around to see what had happened, and saw his roommate still grabbing his dick.
"Dude," Tim said, "I really don't need to see that. What the fuck?" With disgust, he turned back to his textbooks but couldn't avoid Kevin's shallow whimpering. After a few seconds, he spoke.
"Tim, I- I need your help. I can't let go," Kevin said.
Tim turned around again in confusion. "You can't what?"
"My- my hands. They're stuck to my dick. Like, I can't move them at all."
Tim rolled his eyes. "Real funny Kev. But seriously, let me get back to work."
Kevin snapped back. "I'm not fucking around! I really can't move my hands. Tim, you gotta help me. Call an ambulance or something."
Tim finally started to take Kevin seriously. "Are you sure this is real?" Tim asked. "Like, you're not screwing with me?" Kevin looked over at Tim with a sadness in his eyes that Tim had never seen in anyone before. With that, he stood up to help his friend. He grabbed Kevin's arms and tried to pull them away from his dick. However, nothing budged. Pulling closer to the hands resulted in still nothing.
Kevin looked at Tim with pity. "Do you mind, like, touching my dick? It's just that I really don't know--"
Tim nodded in understanding and reached down. However, no matter how much pressure he put on either of Kevin's hands of his penis, nothing moved. Tim told Kevin to sit down while Tim dialed 911. However, he found the line to be busy. Suddenly, Tim heard a scream from the hall. Opening the door, Tim saw another guy from a few rooms down running through the hall without arms. They'd completely disappeared, and he wasn't wearing pants. Another scream from another room resulted in a boy walking out of his room with what looked to be a Ken Doll in his hands. Across the campus, this was happening to men everywhere. Tim walked back inside and sat next to Kevin, trying to comfort his friend as best he could.
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Two months later, school for Tim had changed drastically. After Kevin and most of the other changed boys were forced to leave the school due to their ailments, classes had shrank down and most of the men found themselves being much more careful around girls. The world knew all about the so-called Masturbation Curse, and everyone was being very careful. After seeing first hand what could happen, Tim vowed never to jerk off again. He had a girl he could call if he ever had any pressing needs, but that was it. He just tried to keep away from anything too... stimulating.
Kevin's hands were stuck to his dick forever, unable to do anything with his hands or penis again. Because of this, Tim had a new roommate, Doug, who had been caught in the early waves of the curse. For Doug, his penis would grow an inch every time he saw a person he found attractive, but no amount of stimulation would turn his erection into anything more, and even if he tried to masturbate all he would get is a larger penis. Every time he went to sleep Doug's dick would return to normal, but that didn't stop him from having serious problems.
Tim and Doug fought often, usually because Doug would be roaming naked and erect throughout the room, distracting the bisexual Tim in more ways than one. Doug enjoyed bothering Tim in this way, feeling as though all men should suffer what he had. The nudity was the result of new laws enacted to allow for men to act normally at all times, but it didn't stop from some strange discrimination occurring.
Tim had been going to classes and passing with flying colors despite the chaos happening in the world around him. Soon before finals, he was studying in his room when Doug got a nasty idea.