This is the story of how Barbara Appleby fell in love with, from the perspective of her most devoted fan, the wrong person. The whole thing started with Neil Gardner, who at the beginning of the story is sitting at his desk writing with a pencil in his right hand, and in a way that’s less subtle than he thinks it is, massaging his semi-hard cock with his left hand by digging his knuckle into the crotch of his shorts and sort of rocking it back and forth. He describes in as much detail as his patience allows the proportion and position of Barbara’s body as she worships his cock (in its fully hard state) in a fictitious tryst of his own design.
Neil can basically survive anything as long as he is allowed to do this. He is shifting compulsively in his chair now which means the session is almost done. If the session goes on too long, he knows the content isn’t working, and since he is down to the last inch of pencil, the knobby state that only grade schoolers and people truly too destitute to get another pencil persist with, his wrist tires quickly anyway. Achieving something like a stopping point, he sets the pencil down and carries the paper with him up to the top bunk (he negotiated to get top bunk for this purpose by making a deal with his cellmates, explained later) and, with his right hand on his cock now, he enjoys a few moments during which he is not trapped in the party’s prison.