Day One - I Screwed it up

This was supposed to be the last day of masturbation for the next three days and I screwed it up CUMFUCKINGPLETELY!!!

Calm down, I told myself. There's still enough time, but then I ran to university - where I of course could not masturbate. Sitting in the library I was already thinking about disappearing in the toilet for a while. Still it was the 7th Feburary and therefore masturbation time. People around me already noticed that something was wrong. They looked at me. Some guy in the corner was staring at me the whole time, trying to take note of every move I do, every impression I show. The girl on the other side of the room nervously watched me. I started shaking. Touched my pants, even my dick almost or at least the place where I guessed dick was. Damn, and I didnt even notice. Automatic. I seem to be a masturbation automat. Oh no. And everybody looks at me. I need to kill them, I thought, but rather decided to start crying and run away. I was on the way back home, when I bumped into a friend of mine from Moscow. She obviously saw that something was wrong and suggested to go for drinks with that other guy from my time in Russia. Goddamn it...I just wanna go home I thought, but social pressure and politeness forced me to come with them. A night full with mojitos and cheap beer ended, the curch bell like a dark and sinister sign rang: Five Minutes to 12. I pushed the mojitos from the table. People in the bar staring at me with sheer lack of understanding. Pushing, pushing, running into the toilet room: the cabin's closed. I bang the door. Get out of there you goddamn motherfucking bastard, I need to wank. Then the security came and took me away. The next thing I remember was that I woke up in my bed, naked clothes and random things spread all over my room - just no sperm. I grabbed my balls: they were hard and full. In vain I cried.