All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.
With the semester fully underway, Gavin has been hanging out in our room a lot more often than he did at the beginning when he was pledging and going out to parties. Unfortunately, that means he’s been spending time in our room only wearing his underwear. That’s it. No hoodie, no shirt, no sweatpants. Just tight underwear—even when he has friends over.
Like right now, he’s just lounging on his bed almost completely naked, scrolling on his phone while he talks to Brian, who’s sitting at the edge of Gavin’s bed.
“Bro, we have got to go to the Kappa party tonight. I heard there’s going to be some major hotties there,” Brian says, showing Gavin something on his phone.
Gavin shrugs. “Sure, sounds like fun. Maybe I can finally get my dick wet tonight. It’s getting boring jerking it all the time.”
He’s not kidding about jacking off all the time. Ever since the first time two weeks ago, I’ve practically seen his dick every day. Sometimes I’ve walked in on him doing it, and other times I’ve woken up and he was going at it. Then there was another time where he came back to the room after class, dropped his stuff, stripped off and started going at it right in the middle of the room. I had to leave the room for that last one, otherwise I would have killed him right then and there.
Don’t get me wrong, I have needs too. It’s not like I haven’t been jerking off since I moved in, but I don’t do it while he’s in the room, much less in front of him so he can see everything.
Part of me wonders why I haven’t made a big deal out of it… But that’s a part of me I’d rather not deal with. I just need to survive the year, and then hopefully I’ll have a normal roommate next year.
“So what do you say, Sebi?” Gavin pulls me from my thoughts with a smirk on his face, like he knows I was thinking about all the times I saw his dick.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
His smirk widens. “I said, do you want to go with us to the party tonight? It’ll be a lot of fun. Maybe we can even tag-team a chick together.” He winks at me and then stretches across the small space between our beds to hold out his hand for a high-five.
I stare at him, dumbfounded. Does he not know I’m gay? But instead of playing it safe, I blurt out, “You know I’m gay, right?”
Gavin’s eyes get bigger while Brian looks between us, like he’s trying to figure out if he should even be here right now. Instead, Gavin just shrugs and says, “Oh. Cool, I didn’t know. Sorry about that.”
I blink at him rapidly, trying to figure out if he’s being serious or if this is some elaborate joke to make fun of the gay guy. But he seems serious, so I just shake my head. “It’s okay, no worries, I guess.”
They resume talking after that—leaving me alone to work on my sketch—with the same energy as before, like I didn’t just reveal something huge about myself. And I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips. Most people would have asked a million questions or made comments about not knowing what I’m missing out on. Hell, some people I’ve come out to have even asked me if I was sure that I’m gay. Not to mention the few homophobes who made faces like I spat in their milk.
It’s refreshing to get such a normal response from someone, especially someone like Gavin, who I would’ve assumed would’ve been freaking out about how many times he’s jerked off in front of me thinking I’m just one of the bros. Maybe, just maybe, he’s not as bad as I was making him out to be.
Several hours later, I’m surprised to see Gavin stumble into our room. It’s not too late—just after midnight—though I assumed that he wasn’t coming back tonight, either going back to some girl’s room to fuck or maybe blacking out at the Kappa house.
Instead, he sighs loudly and then exclaims, “Sebi!” when he sees that I’m awake. “Buddy! I missed you at the party tonight.”
I pull out my headphones and look up at him. “Are you drunk, Gavin?”
“Nah. Just a little tipsy, my friend.” He collapses onto my bed next to me, forcing me to scoot all the way against the wall.
I can’t help but chuckle at his drunkenness and ask, “Uh… What are you doing, dude? Your bed is over there.”
He sighs again and lays his head on my shoulder. “You’re so lucky you’re gay, Sebi. You don’t have to worry about chicks not finding you attractive. You can play with all the dick you want, no problem.”
I pull my shoulder away and frown at him. “What are you talking about? I’ve never had a boyfriend and the only dick I’ve played with other than my own was with some random douchebag I sucked off in high school, only for him to never talk to me again. So…”
Gavin’s eyes go wide and he slurs, “Really? But you have—you’re so… fucking cute, bro. I would have thought you were getting dicked down every week.”
I wonder if you can get drunk from proximity, because there is no way he just called me cute. A faint blush warms my cheeks, and I mutter, “Nope. No dick for me…”
“Well, fuck—” he hiccups, “we need to get you some dick to play with. Ooooh! I know, you can play with my dick.”
My cheeks feel even warmer, and I gently shove his shoulder, trying to avoid pushing him out of my bed. “Yeah, no thanks. I’m good.”
Gavin pouts and crosses his arms over his chest. It would be kind of adorable if it weren’t for what he just said. But there’s no way I’m touching that with a ten-foot pole. “This sucks, even guys don’t think I’m attractive.”
He scrambles out of my bed and strips off his clothing with lightning speed, standing buck naked in a Superman pose. He laughs. “Come on, you don’t think I’m sexy?”
“Gavin!”
He gyrates his hips, causing his dick to helicopter for a few seconds before falling down onto my bed again.
I bite my lip to hold back a laugh. “Gavin, what are you doing? You’re naked in my bed, dude. Get out.”
Instead, he pulls my laptop from me and puts it between us, typing in a porn site that opens up immediately.
Shit.
Gavin scrolls through and picks a video of a group of college guys taking turns fucking some girl with huge boobs. He strokes his cock to life, quickly thickening until it’s completely hard.
Even in the low light, I can see his pink helmet and a steady stream of precum leaking from his slit. That’s one thing I’ve noticed about Gavin jacking off, is that he doesn’t always use lube. I guess he must leak a lot all the time, like he is right now.
He nudges me with his elbow. “Come on, join me, Sebi. You know you want to.”
I look down to see my tented shorts, which happens every time I see him naked. “Uhhh… I’m not—I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He moves his hand over his head and smears more precum down his length, going back up to tease his slit with the pad of his thumb. He lets out a low groan and then looks at me with a smirk. “Fuck, Sebi. I know you think I’m hot. I’ve seen the way you look at me when I jerk off.” He leans in close to my ear and whispers, “You get hard every time I do it. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you trying to hide it.”
My brain doesn’t catch up with what I’m doing until cool air hits my cock. My hands push my shorts down past my knees, low enough that I can kick them off completely.
My cock stands at attention, precum pooling at the tip, and I use it to slick myself up, stroking from base to tip as more precum trails down my shaft.
Another moan from Gavin drags my attention back to him, only to find him watching me instead of the video. “Goddamn, Sebi. Your cock is really pretty.”
His praise draws up my balls and the look in his eyes is making me want to do things I know I shouldn’t. Things that will majorly complicate our relationship come morning when he’s sober.
I pull my eyes away from his and look back down at the video. Maybe seeing a naked woman will be enough to make my dick go limp and clear my head. Unfortunately, the guys in the video are very attractive.
Not that the video stays on for long. Gavin clicks on another video, this one with two guys who look an awful lot like the two of us. They’re sitting on a black couch while the more muscular of the two drags the twink onto his lap, his cock sliding between the twink’s cheeks as they kiss and rut against each other.
My eyes flick back to Gavin, and he’s pleasuring himself with languid strokes. I so desperately want to reach over and take his cock into my hands and then my mouth, but I don’t.
I can’t.
Clearly, Gavin has a very loose relationship with what he considers to be private time. Honestly, I think he would have brought home a girl and fucked her right in front of me if he had gotten the chance.
I close my eyes instead, focusing on the sounds of the video to try and speed up the process instead of focusing on my annoyingly hot roommate. Emphasis on annoying. And hot.
It’s not even a minute later when I feel something brush against my shaft. I let out a gasp, my eyes flying open to see his long fingers wrap around my cock, replacing my hand with his. He leans his head back against the wall with a sigh, his eyes zeroing in on my cock as he strokes me.
The feeling of someone else’s hand on my cock is euphoric, and I finally get what everyone raves about. He strokes me from root to tip, using his already slick hand to make things glide, and just knowing that his precum is rubbing all over my cock is enough to make my cock throb.
“Touch me, Sebi, please,” he whispers, his fingers massaging the bundle of nerves right beneath my head, eliciting another gasp from me.
I reach out hesitantly and wrap my fingers around his shaft. It’s steel wrapped in warm velvet, slick with juices that keep pouring out of him. The moment I start jerking him is the moment all logic goes out the window for me. The groan that escapes him has me stroking him with more confidence and desire than I’ve ever felt before.
I move up and use my thumb to tease his slit, just the way I know he likes, and he pulses in my hand, his hips thrusting up in my fist once, twice, three times before he explodes all over himself.
“Fuck me, Sebi, you do that so good,” he pants as I keep stroking him through his orgasm, his cum launching out onto his chest then stomach until all that’s left is leftover cum dribbling out between my fingers.
When he’s done, he looks back at his hand still wrapped around my cock and he moves it to swipe up some of the cum cooling on his chest and wraps it back around my shaft. He strokes it with expertise, up, down, up down, with his palm twisting around my head on every upstroke. I’m so keyed up and on edge that I don’t last long after that, and I come with the intensity of a thousand suns, drenching my torso with cum that feels like molten lava.
“That was fucking amazing,” Gavin breathes, his eyelids drooping. And with that, he shoves my laptop out of the way and settles down on my bed and goes to sleep, leaving me to wonder how the hell I’m going to clean up the mess we just made.
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