Chapter 13: Roommates Share Everything

Mason ambled further into the room, his gait clearly impaired by alcohol ... and something else I hadn’t seen in him before. He wasn’t his usual bro-ish, easy, friendly self. He was leering at me, my cock in my hand, staring back at him, his arm now braced against the wall to keep himself steady.

I tried to regain my dignity again and cover myself with the bedsheets but Mason issued another command that stopped me in my tracks, “No.” That was all he said. That was all it took. I left the sheets where they were, my cock pulsing in the air, precum leaking obscenely down my shaft as Mason continued to just glare at me like I should already know what I was supposed to do, what he was about to do.

He closed the door behind him, a small mercy, and then took a few steps closer to my bed. As he got close, I could begin to smell the alcohol on him. He’d hit the booze hard tonight, no wonder he was having difficulty standing up straight.

He came right up to me, where he could loom over me, staring down at me — and my still hard cock — and then he spoke again, his eyes fixed on mine like a weapons system locking onto its target. His words were slightly slurred, but his message was crystal clear.

“You’re a horny, horny boy, huh, Eli?”

I gasped, unsure how to respond. My cock seemed to know what to do though, throbbing incessantly in tune with Mason’s words.

“You’ve been getting real busy early in the morning too, and you won’t even let your best buddy Mason know what’s going on...”

His stare took on a distinctly devilish appearance as he spoke those words, like he knew more than he was letting on, and I was about to find out exactly how true that was.

“I really haven’t been doing anything special in the mornings Mas...” I began to say, but he cut me off.

“Naaaah,” he said. “You definitely have, bro. You just didn’t want to tell your roomie what was up. Even though he tells you evvvvertyhing. Even told you about that sorority chick who said she was a pro-deepthroater and then spewed on my dick right after taking the seventh inch.”

It was true, he had told me that story, not that I was sure I’d really wanted to hear that particular story. And he had been an open book about his sexual experiences generally, which had contributed to my constant state of sexual arousal and frustration the last few weeks.

My situation was different though. I wasn’t exactly conquering sorority chicks and putting my dick in every hot and willing hole I could find on campus the way Mason had been. No, I’d been spending my time splayed out on my back servicing my gymnastics coach and most recently, I wasn’t even getting off when I did it. I wasn’t even sure if what I was doing was sex or if it was just use or athletic training. Either way, it wasn’t on the level of what Mason did, strutting around, assessing offers, then deciding which girl would be lucky enough to feel his pipe chart a course down her tunnels that night.

I was also doing gay stuff, I wasn’t out to anyone and I wasn’t sure how friendly campus, or the team, would be to a gay guy, especially if they knew I was going down on the assistant coach four or five times a week. I mean, it was one thing to have gay friends, but we got changed together and shit.

“I— I’m sorry?” was the best I could muster in response to Mason’s accusation.

“Don’t be sorrrry, Eli,” Mason, mewed playfully, “be useful...”

What did he mean by that?

He stumbled slightly, his right arm landing on my naked shoulder for support and then his eyes locked on mine and he said it again, “Be useful...” slower, almost seductive this time.

“I don’t know what you mean, Mason,” I said.

“I know you don’t, budddddieee,” he slurred.

Mason sat down on the bed, his muscled, jock ass now pressing dangerously against my thigh, making my cock, which I’d almost forgotten was still exposed to him, strain even harder and drip another bead of precum from its tip.

“Remember that bitch, Macy, the one I’ve been talking about?”

I remembered her, but he’d never described her as a bitch before. I wondered where this was going.

“Yeah, you’ve been planning to get in her pants for a while, she’s really hot, I remember.”

Mason edged closer, shooting me a conspiratorial look, “Yeah. Her. She was supposed to put out tonight. It was all planned. We even discussed everything we were gonna do— consent, all that shit!” Mason pulled out his phone and began scrolling through a series of text messages with Macy that did indeed describe their lurid plans for a night of nasty fucking where she’d agreed to go a lot further than I thought most college girls normally would on a first plow.

“That’s fucking hot, Mase,” I said, trying to figure out where I fit into all of this. “She seems like a real slut. You’re a stud!” I shot him my best, ‘go you’ smile, trying to make things as normal as possible with my drunk roommate sitting inches away from my dripping, hard, naked dick.