RPG Part 06

Andrew found himself a bit confused over what he’d just done. It was something he’d always imagined but never thought would actually happen. He actually got a giant muscular guy to bottom for him. It felt so good in the moment. Hearing his lusty passionate moans. Or how he pushed himself harder onto Andrew’s dick.

“Frick…” Andrew didn’t curse. His hand rubbed up against his crotch as he felt it starting to harden again. It didn’t matter that he’d just finished himself off inside someone else, he was raring to go again. “Just stay calm…” he muttered trying to fight the grin that kept creeping back onto his face.

He headed back up to his dorm and saw Jeremy searching through his things. “Damn it… I know I didn’t run out yet…” he went through his desk and had most of his clothes on the floor. Andrew did his best not to complain. The mess was mostly contained to his side of the room. Not to mention he often got to see the big man undress pretty often. “Hey…” he didn’t stop looking through his stuff as Andrew entered the room.

“Hey,” Andrew said.

The greeting caused Jeremy to stop. “Hey…” he turned around slowly to look at his roommate, eyebrow lifted. “What’s up?”

Andrew’s eyes went wide. “Not much?” He eyed Jeremy back but obviously the big guy had some kind of plot going through his head. The way he was looking Andrew up and down, there was obviously something he was thinking.

“Hmph… Doesn’t sound like not much.”

“Uhhh….” Andrew stalled for time. “I don’t know what that means…”

“I think you know what it means…”

“I really don’t…”

“Don’t play,” Jeremy raised his voice ever so slightly. A grin was starting to form out of the side of his mouth. He gave a light push to Andrew’s chest. “Don’t play.” 

“I’m not playing.”

Jeremy let out a laugh. Andrew’s body just grew even stiffer. There was no way he could know by just that single word. “Doesn’t sound like you’re not playin. What’s up?”

“Nothing!” Andrew raised his voice and felt his face turn red. It was hot. Sweat started dripping down his armpits.

“Doesn’t sound like nothin’,” Jeremy crossed the small space between them and gave Andrew a jab with his elbow. “C’mon… Spill.”

“It’s nothing,” Andrew tried to control his voice but each syllable came out with a different inflection.

“Fine,” Jeremy rolled his eyes, then went back to his side of the room. “Keep your secrets. But I’ll find out eventually… Just remember if there’s ever a time you want me out of here, just ask.” He turned around and gave Andrew a wink. Andrew’s body stiffened at the sentiment. “You’ve given me enough outs, might as well give you some.”

“It’s not like that!” Andrew was getting flustered. All he said was, ‘hey,’ and yet Jeremy knew exactly what happened? How was that even possible!

“Ok,” he dismissed again. “I’m just sayin…” Andrew didn’t want to give him a response. He fell onto his bed and screamed into his pillow. Jeremy smiled, knowing he was right. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“Why does it have to be so obvious though…” Andrew groaned.

“Cause you’re a dork.”

Andrew glared but Jeremy clearly didn’t see him as a threat. “Thanks…” he dug his face back into the pillow and screamed again.

“C’mon man… Was it at least good?”

His mind went back to the motion and almost started to mimic it. He lifted his hips and slid his legs together to feel that similar sensation. It wasn’t the same, close but he wanted to feel that warm body beneath him. Those tight cheeks closing in on him. “Yeah…” he tried his best not to moan. His teeth bit down into the pillow.

He could hear Jeremy make a sound, affirming that he was right. “That’s good. Normally it can be kind of hard… Or awkward. Just depends on the person.”

“Yeah… I guess so…” Andrew hugged his pillow still thinking about it. “Hey… Changing the subject, what all do you know about Devon?”

“Besides that he’s a douchebag? Not much,” Jeremy grunted. “Sorry about that this morning. I didn’t realize he’d be around.”

“Nah, its fine. I just haven’t really seen him around.”

“Yeah. Cause he’s always in the gym,” Jeremy laughed. “Maybe when you start spending more time with me you’ll get to see a lot more of him.”

“Maybe…”

Again Jeremy stopped. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“You know what,” he stood over Andrew’s bed looking down at him. “Spill.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Again his face went red.

“You’re a terrible liar.” Jeremy crossed his arms over his wide chest. He wasn’t going to take a simple answer. “What did Devon do?”

“Nothing! He didn’t do anything.”

“Hell no. That asshole did something.”

Andrew stifled a laugh. ‘That asshole did do something.’

“What did he do?” Jeremy was getting mad. He pushed his hand down on Andrew’s chest. “I’m not leaving until you tell me.”

“He didn’t do anything bad.” Jeremy didn’t seem convinced. “Really.” Andrew’s breathy voice seemed to indicate enough that he was telling the truth. “I was just wondering what was up with him. Since he… I don’t know… Seemed so weird this morning.”

“That’s just cause he’s an asshole,” Jeremy dismissed. Andrew wasn’t sure how much his roommate believed him. “Just stay away from him, alright?”

Andrew paused for a couple of beats. It didn’t seem to make sense to him. Devon seemed like an okayish guy but then again it was also just because he was so horny. Then that after kiss. It was different. He didn’t have to do it. Moreover it wasn’t aggressive like Jeremy was saying.

“Hey! Stay away from him. Alright?”

“A-Alright,” Andrew replied.

“I swear…” Jeremy muttered to himself. “I’ll be out late tonight. Don’t wait up. Then again maybe you can go see that new boyfriend that’s got you so daydreamy.”

“Maybe…”

“You’re such a dork…” Jeremy laughed as he went to wherever he wanted on Saturday nights. His large confident body didn’t need much direction as people often flocked more to him. It seemed like he entered a room and then he could be the center of attention. 

Then again he wondered if Devon was a bit more like him, a bit nervous around other people. That he wasn’t good at socializing. Or maybe he was trying to be funny. It was hard to tell as he clearly never would have wanted to bottom. Just like with Devon, Andrew wouldn’t have minded being a top of Jeremy and his friends. Then again, being bottom didn’t sound too bad either. There were enough times he’d seen what Jeremy was packing to wonder what it would be like. 

Andrew tried to focus. He felt like he was even more confused. The way Devon acted seemed so counterintuitive. But it could have been an act so no one would know he was gay. It could be annoying enough to fit some of the stereotypes but he wondered what Devon was thinking when he didn’t want to fit any. The more he thought about it, the less it made sense. All that he knew about the guy right now was that he was a total bottom who lived in room 503.