"I'm telling you, bro, Hannah's ass is out of this world. Just look at this pic I got earlier, when she was jumping all around in that cheerleader outfit. I was about to bust right there!"

Placing my chin on one hand, I can't help but heave a sigh. Ryan's a cool guy most of the time, when he's not so fucking horny. At times like this his dick just controls everything about him. I get it, I do, since sometimes guys are just like that, they can't control themselves in the face of hormones. Hell, every couple of months I get the urge to fuck everyone I can get my hands on too, so fair enough.

But Ryan's ruts are a little different. He acts like this for days, going out of his way to find any smut online for girls he likes, or straight up taking lewd pics of them to post himself. Apparently he's even gotten into this online writing tool that lets him play out his personal fantasies online with AI, but to me it's just creepy. He'll even call me out between classes to talk about them in great detail, and I go along with it because sometimes they're hot; oftentimes, I'll phase out while he rambles on and on since I'm too tired from work or creeped out to nod along like I should.

He doesn't mind. I'm sure he just wants someone to talk to that understands him, which is the least I can do for someone who always lends me a helping hand with coursework. For all his faults, Ryan's a bright guy and decent gentleman, when his brain is working, at least. Bit hard to think that when he's currently describing the many ways he would fuck Hannah's ass if given the chance; in fairness, I have to agree with the man. She does have the kind of butt that draws your eye.

When I glance at him again, I see him scrolling through the many photos on his phone, trying to find the "perfect proof" of his long-winded explanation on something I couldn't care less about. The both of us do sit straighter when a certain photo pops up, and though he quickly closes the app, I got a good enough glimpse to know exactly what it was. "Yo, Ryan, could you do me a favor? Mind explaining why you got a photo of me, asleep and naked, on your phone?"

Ryan puts down the phone and runs a hand through his black hair, ruffling it even more than usual; he tries for a bad-boy appearance, though it more or less comes off as simply scruffy. Slender limbs and a pinched face don't really lend well to a particularly masculine appearance, not to mention my long history of having been forced to listen to his porn fantasies detracts on the personality side, too. Bet he still thinks he's the hunk of his dreams. Demonstrating all of his natural charm, he replies, "Uh, cause when you slept over at my place a few weeks back, I thought you looked really hot. I never said anything since I didn't think you wanted me to talk about my fantasies for you, ${my name}."

"Let me get this straight. You took a nude of me while I was sleeping, have been jacking off to it, and never thought that was something I might want to know?" I ask, balling up my fist. On most women it might not look impressive, but for a six foot tall musclehead like me, well it makes for a striking image.

"Hey, hey, hey! It wasn't just one, okay? I thought, like, maybe you'd be willing to look the other way when it comes to one photo, but I might have, um, snapped a few more since then? I know it's weird and all, but a man's got needs, ya know?"

Wow, that's pathetic. So pathetic I'm almost tempted to let him off without any further punishment. Of course, that would require me having any sympathy for him in this moment. I have a very large tolerance for both idiot and perverts, which explains why I've stuck around Ryan for so long, but this shit's going way too far! "What the hell gave you the idea that any of that was acceptable? In the first place, how could you not even ask permission?"

"Huh? So you'd be okay with it if I asked? Cool, mind if I jack off to you, ${my name}?" he asks. Truly, his shamelessness is on another level of creepy. Especially when he follows up by saying, "Actually, if you don't let me, I'll just post all these online for everyone on campus to see. We're bros, right? So this should be fine."

When I stand up to actually beat some sense into the fuck, he quickly snatches his phone and cradles it like a precious baby. He doesn't have to say anything else; if I don't agree to serve as his masturbation material, he'll flood the campus network with my nudes, and fuck if I know how many he actually has at this point. I can hear my teeth grinding as I stare down at the bastard. I knew Ryan was a bit weird, but I thought we were actually friends!