My Silence Will Cost You Ch. 01

"I don't know about all that, I just know the ladies like some meat on their man! But I bet you are good at other things" he says as he winks at me and finishes getting dressed.

I push past my unease at being naked in front of him but rather quickly pick out a pair of my favorite boxer briefs and slide those up my long lets and comfortably place my package snuggly into the pouch that lends a bit of projection to my junk. Grabbing a pair of joggers and a t-shirt and one of two pairs of sneakers that I brought with me, my fit is complete. I throw some product into my hair to fix my "I can't be bothered with doing my hair" look and declare myself ready.

"Wanna go grab some grub, roomie?" I say to Kyle who has taken to scrolling through his phone - likely texting with some friends of his.

"Actually I am getting together with some of the boys. You wanna come along? It'll help you up your street cred!" He laughs, which kinda hurts my feelings, as he doesn't even look up from his phone but keeps scrolling. The idea of hanging out with a bunch of jocks tonight to be a magnet for their insults just doesn't sound appealing at all.

"Nah, I think I will pass on that, I'm just going to hit the Student Union and grab some Subway and then come back here to finish putting stuff away," I say clearly trying not to sound hurt or dejected but feeling rather deflated. I hoped that we could spend some time together getting to know each other not with a large group of guys.

"OK, beanpole, you do you!" he says, remaining focused on his phone, as he keeps scrolling.

I grab my ID and keys and leave the room. Shit, "Beanpole" better not stick. I suppose there are worse names he could call me, but that just seems derogatory as I am convinced he doesn't believe it to be a compliment.

I make my way to the Union and it's just empty and nothing is open. Crap. I see their sign stating that they won't open until move-in week - which starts on Tuesday for the rest of the students. I decide to walk a few more blocks over, following St. Mary to just off campus and into the Taco Bell. Not wanting to go any further I place my order and head back to the room.

Arriving back at the dorm - my home for the next semester - I find the room empty and decide to sit down at my desk. Truth is I already put almost everything away so I don't have much to do. Figuring I have the next hour to myself, I decide to pull up PornHub on my phone and relieve some pent up stress.

I fall onto one of my old saved videos that is just too hot. It has two college roomies with a similar set up to ours: two dorm rooms connected in the center by a bathroom. Well the one guy is only wearing a shirt and no underwear or pants. He's just flopping about while his roomie comes into the room and starts laughing about some crazy episode of SpongeBob.

As they talk our naked guy - who is closest to the camera - begins getting hard as his cock rubs up against the sink counter. The clothed guy goes out of shot and the naked guy pulls up his shirt so his cute bubble butt is framed nicely with his shirt. His cock has now made it to nearly full staff and he pushes it up against the counter.

Not getting the attention he was hoping for, our exhibitionist starts pulling back a bit from the counter, exposing his nice 7" cock more and more. Clueless clothed guy keeps yammering and our nudist pulls back fully exposing his hard cock - and presto! Clueless roomie sees it.

The clothed guy starts stammering, trying to pull up the video, not knowing what to say and finally retreats to his room.

The exhibitionism plus awkwardness of this is so damn hot! I am instantly hard and so I pull down my sweats and my boxer briefs, lowering them both below my nuts for easy cover-up if needed. I reach into the drawer of my cubby and grab my lube and take a few squirts and slather up my cock.

The next video in my feed starts playing and a hot hairless man with deep black hair is laying on his stomach as a blond college student enters his dorm room. Clearly they met on Grindr or something. They exchange their hellos and next thing you know our visitor hops onto the bed and starts pulling down his skin-tight jeans and lubes up his nice, at least 7" cock nestled in blond pubes.

"Fuck yah, stud. Fuck me!" the bottom says, pushing himself back onto his cock. The top pulls out his phone to start recording while continuing to fuck; seemingly more focused on his camera shot than getting to the fucking. Finally, the top in the video tosses down his phone and pushes forward, allowing our bottom to lay back down on the bed while our top goes to town on his ass.

The top seems to be edging himself at least once, and slows down and says "Fuck I am close! Your ass is so tight!" and the bottom says "Go for it! Cum in me!"

The top confirms what he heard "you want me to cum in your ass?" The bottom agrees and our top is immediately fucking our boy hard now and within 20 seconds of getting permission, he is firing deep inside our bottom.

This brings me off and I shoot a load - up onto my stomach with the first shot, but the second shot lands on my lips, then my chin and the 4th through 7th shots land on my chest which I thankfully pull up my t-shirt just in time to miss. Out of breath, I lay down my phone and quickly begin the dance of trying to get something to clean off my chest before I drip onto my clothes or sheets.

"Cherish these moments of solitude," I think to myself as I don't know when I will get them again, at least not until we fall into a pattern with our schedules.

All cleaned up, I crack out the syllabus to my first class and read up on what I was getting myself into and before I know it I am starting to get drowsy and I fall asleep.

Next thing I know, I am awakened by Kyle crashing into our room after he clearly was out drinking with the boys. He smells of beer and sweat. And he greets me with a "Hey Beanpole!" as he crashes down onto his bed.

"You had a good time out with the boys?" I ask, as I look over and watch him rubbing his face and see the clock and it is just past midnight, shit I slept for 3 hours already!

"Yah, the boys were on fire tonight but damn I struck out with two of the cheerleaders! Damn those cockteases! They are playing hard to get this early in the season, but give it a week and they will all be bouncing on this!" He says as he grabs his crotch, which clearly seems to be a bit chubbed up from whatever has him wound up.

"Sorry you didn't get any, man!" I say to him not really knowing what else to say! He stands up rather wobbly and tries to kick off his shoes and nearly falls over grabbing himself at the last minute. He successfully kicks off his shoes and then pulls off his t-shirt and then his jeans standing in just a tight pair of white BIKE boxer / compression shorts that seem painted onto him. Damn this is my weakness, I've always had a thing for compression garments.

Kyle stumbles over to his laptop and opens it up mumbling something.

"What was that, Roomie?" I say as I don't know if he is talking to me or not.

"I forget what time practice is tomorrow, I can't oversleep!" He says as he finally makes his way into his college email, but can't seem to type in his credentials. Frustrated, he punches the desk. "Fuck, why won't you just work!"

"Here, let me help you." It seems clear to me that he wasn't typing in his credentials correctly in his drunken state. "Where is your welcome letter?" I ask him, and he hands me a folder.

I find the welcome letter with his initial login information that he needs, and I get him all set up. The system emails him a temporary password to his gmail and so I ask him to get into it. He says just to click the bookmark on this desktop and - poof - Gmail opens up.

"Shit, I gotta take a piss! Get me all set up roomie! You dorks are so good at computers!" Again with his barbs... this is going to have to change. But I watch him enter the bathroom while pulling down his skin-tight compression shorts, and out flops his cock.

"Well, I suppose I can put up with his ignorant ass a bit longer.." I think to myself.

I look through his email and hit refresh, and two emails suddenly pop up. The first one that grabs my attention shows a preview that says "Yo. Same arrangement as last semester. $1,000 a month and you will get all the answers at least 24 hours before! Got your first grand, don't be late next time, asshole!" I open the email and look at the chain. Kyle has been emailing this random person begging for help for the last month, promising to whatever terms they wanted, but needing the answers to tests so he could pass his classes.

'Shit, he's paying some guy to cheat for him! No way!' I say to myself as I listen to a solid steady stream of piss hitting the toilet in our bathroom. Without even thinking I grab my phone and I take a photo of the email, then I pop open the headers from the email and take a photo of that as well. I toss my phone back onto my bed just as I hear the toilet flush and Kyle walks back into the room as he is stuffing his cock and balls back into his shorts. I quickly mark this email as unread as Kyle makes it back in the room.

Shit this dude is cheating his way through college and making someone else rich while doing it. One thousand dollars a month? Was he rich? Did he do this throughout his freshman year too? The dude emailing him seems to be so matter of fact that he must have been doing this for a while. Fuck, I hate cheaters! I work my ass off to get the grades I do. Not one bit of this comes easy to me. But I work, I study and I focus! There is clearly an entire other world for jocks like him and normal guys like me. Damnit.

"Did you fix it, roomie?" Kyle says as grabs me by the shoulders, I tense up immediately, nearly jumping out of the chair. Luckily, I had already clicked to the next email, which was the system email with his temporary password. I get him logged into the system and it shows he has to report to practice at 7am sharp!

"Fuck, I have to get some sleep! Night roomie!" Kyle says as he peels down his compression shorts and tosses them beside his bed on the floor and he clicks off his bedside lamp and closes his laptop. He finds the plug for his phone and crawls into bed. He's laying on top of his sheets with his comforter pulled back.

I take in the sight of this beautiful man and figure that I need to stop this and so I click off my light as well and our room descends into near darkness, except for the light coming from his iPhone as he scrolls through things.

He keeps scrolling and I get comfortable by kicking off my sweatpants and pulling off my t-shirt. Finally I figure, what the hell, and I pull off my boxer briefs figuring if he is going to sleep in the nude I might as well do it myself. My roommate last semester was a total prude, so I never even contemplated doing this before, but at home all summer long I slept sans clothing. I closed my eyes and slowly started to fall asleep until I heard a familiar sound.

Fapping. There was a clear sound of stroking happening, and it was coming from my roomie's bed. Opening my eyes I could see him watching something on his phone with his earbuds in and he was stroking his cock. I couldn't see too well, but I could see he had a nice cock. It was so dark but he was making obvious stroking motions - and that combined with the sounds I was hearing led me to believe that he had a decent sized cock. His technique was slow and deliberate which likely is a good indicator that he is good when playing with others. Those guys that beat the shit out of their cocks worry me.

His breathing has become a bit more labored, his focus has gotten rather intense and his speed has increased. Next thing I notice my cock is hard and dripping - so I take to stroking and keeping time with Kyle! I hate stroking without lube, so I reach over quietly and grab my lube from my cubby hoping to not make any noise. I can see he has his ear buds in so hopefully he doesn't hear me. I don't want him to think I am some kind of perv. Taking two pumps from my lube I slick myself up; it mixes with my already hefty production of pre-cum and I notice that slick fapping sound. Wait, was he stroking dry? I don't hear any wet sounds as he continues to stroke at a steady crescendo in pace and sound.

Then, I hear it, a moan escapes his lips and a light "fuck, yah!" Damn, he is into this! Just hearing that, I too let a light moan escape my lips and immediately I get super self-conscious. Though I am not going to lie, this is hot as fuck.

He slows his tempo and I follow his lead, slowing down a bit... and then out of the blue, he sets down his phone! Wait, did he cum already? How could I have missed that? Nope, he is still going strong, just slowed down a bit. But he stopped watching his video? He must still be listening to it though?

Again, he moans with a "Yes!" This time he starts to speed up a bit.

"Roomie, you about ready to cum with me?" he says and immediately I panic and stop moving. "I was waiting for you to catch up, but I am 'bout ready to bust if you are. I didn't think you were ever going to wake up!" Kyle says to me, slightly out of breath and continuing to stroke his cock. I flash red, completely embarrassed, and don't know how to respond. Clearly he knows I am stroking, clearly he knows that I know he is stroking but surely he can't see me just like I can't see him.

"Fuck. Yah. Sorry, I don't mean to be a perv but when I heard you, I couldn't help but to get boned up and, well...." I say to him, also struggling to breathe and carry on a conversation without sounding like I am in the middle of working out my cock.

"Dude, I wanted you to join me... my old roomie and I did this all the time, only got hotter once we admitted to doing it!" he says as I can hear him picking up the pace. "Now come on roomie, I can't hold on much longer... You about ready to bust? Fuck, this is hot!"

"Yah, Kyle, I am close too, I'll follow your lead," I say to him, paying close attention to his cadence and breathing.

"Fuck yah, bro! Let's do this! I'm kinda loud when I cum, so there is no hiding it! Fuck this feels good! Damn, so glad I didn't get a prude for a roomie! OK, 30 seconds to blast off, Mmmmmm, Fuuuuuucccckkkkkk!"

"Yes Kyle, shoot that load, bro!" I don't even know where that came from... bro, I never say "Bro!" but I am totally caught up in this moment. "Fuck, I'm about to bust... here... I .... Cum!"

"Shoot that load, buddy! Yes! Shooting! Fuuuuccccckkkkk!" he moans and shouts and his hips arch up fast as he shoots and I swear I can see several shots fly up into the air as mine do the same and I shoot onto my face and chest. This time I'm fully naked and don't have to worry about pulling my shirt out of the way. Damn, this load is bigger than the one I shot just 6 hours ago!

Kyle starts laughing, "Damn, that was fun! Love getting my nut! Hope that means that we are past the modesty shit! If we wanna stroke, we stroke. Cool?" He says as he reaches down and pulls his compression shorts up and begins wiping himself off. I do the same and grab my boxer briefs and mop up the mess. Damn, I shot a lot.

"Deal, roomie. I've never had this freedom before in my living arrangements here in college. Used to being alone at home as an only child, so I'll have to get used to this, but I think I like it!" I say to him taking a lick off my upper lip where the second shot of jizz landed.

"Sean, just remember, no touching OK? I know you like dick, and I know I may be too hot for you to resist, but make sure we keep that line professional, bud. OK?" Kyle says to me sounding really serious. "I know guys like you are really turned on by studs like me. Maybe it's the pheromones or some shit but you gotta keep that in check OK? Just cuz I like having a circle jerk doesn't mean I wanna fuck, got it?"

Now I am getting pissed. Like I was going to rape him or something? Please. I'm quite sure I can keep myself in check, and besides he isn't all that. Sadly all I can seem to respond with is, "Yah, I get it, Kyle. No problem!" Which pisses me off even more.

"Alright, good night, roomie!" Kyle says as he gets comfortable and quickly falls asleep.

Jesus. This guy is just skating through life, being hot as fuck, cheating his ass off and sleeping his way through college. The audacity. I just don't know how I am going to make it through this damn year with him. On the one hand, yah, he is hot as fuck and his attitude is kinda hot and just pushes all my buttons. Yah, all of them in every good way and equally so in every terrible way.

He obsesses over telling me that I can't touch him! Seriously! He has said this no less than 10 times. Fuck, maybe I should touch him. Maybe I should feel him up, touch every inch of his body until he is moaning for me to allow him to cum. Maybe I should tie him down to his bed and edge him for hours by licking him, stroking him. Giving him the best blowjob of his life and stopping just before he blasts time after time. Maybe I should throw his legs in the air and devour his tight little muscular ass until his eyes roll back into his head. Then maybe I should just sit down on his hard cock that he is so proud of and show him what he is missing. How tight, how warm a guy's ass is. How it fits his cock like a glove. Maybe I should.

Maybe.

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