Jasper’s POV
Once I had discovered m**********n, the switch had been flipped, s**t! I did it at least two or three times a day. I swore it was going to fall off from being jerked so much. Needless to say, s*x became a preoccupation of my every waking f*****g moment. Be real, what eighteen-year-old male doesn't spend half his life thinking of food and the other half thinking of s*x?
I had a routine where I would get home from school and head to my room to "do my homework", which, of course, required a relaxation session first. Ostensibly to help my concentration, or so I reasoned to myself.
I remember the day exactly; it was a Tuesday. Mom always did laundry on Tuesday, but always in the morning while I was at school. The hormonal teenage brain rarely functions well, and when I threw my
