Straight A's S2 E3 | My roommate's an asshole

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Okay…4 Ds in a row… that's a little sus but I memorized the fuck out of Skinner and Freud so this is right…I think. 

Joe would tell me to double check my answers and read the questions slowly, so as much as I wanted to get it out of this hell hole, I went back to the first question and restarted. I did actually change a couple of answers along the way on my final run-through. 

Alright, let's get out of here. 

I hand in my exam and leave the building, feeling an immense sense of relief. I do have more exams coming up but this was the one I was most worried about. Now I can get all those psycho-freaks out of my head and forget about those theories. Checking the time on my phone, I see a message from Joe. 

“Text me when you're out.” 

“It's done.” I text back. “Smashed it.” 

“I knew you would ❤️” Joe pings me back right away. “You're going to go get more clothes, right?” 

I haven't been home for a couple of days now and I'm in no rush to do so. It's petty bullshit but every time I think about going back, my chest starts burning again. 

Should've kicked that caveman’s skull in when I had the chance. 

“I'm running the laundry like crazy. My landlord is going to ask me for the bill 😂” 

Joe's text makes me smile. It's true that we've absolutely destroyed the sheets every time he puts fresh ones on the bed. Plus, he's always so hungry to suck my dick as soon as I wake up and he slobbers all over my underwear. 

Such a good beta. He's always willing to take my load. Filling him up this morning was a great way to clear my head before the exam. I should do that before every exam, to be honest. Why are athletes always saying they need to keep their nut in?

It was just before I left and he saw that I was stressed out. He took off his pants and got on all fours on the bed. Easy. I just had to change my shirt afterwards cause I sweated through it. 

I sit down on a bench to avoid standing in front of the building entrance with a boner. I've been rotating between the same two shirts all week, so if I plan to keep staying over, I’ll eventually need to swing by my place and grab more clothes.

Well, if I don't stay over, I'll still have to go back to my place. 

I wait for my bone to die down, and then make my way home. I hate to admit it, but I'm getting really nervous as I make my way up the porch stairs.

I open the door to silence. There are some shoes by the door so I know at least one of my roommates is home. I decide not to say anything, because I don't want to explain where I've been the last couple days. The quicker I get my clothes, the sooner I can leave. 

“What the fuck?” My bedroom door is slightly ajar. It creaks as I push it open and molten anger crashes through me. 

All the drawers are open, and my shit is strewn on the floor. The fucking center piece of it all, is the graffiti on the wall beside my bed. 

“B E T A  B I T CH” with a red arrow pointing down at my pillow. 

I ball up my fists tightly. 

I'm going to kill him. 

I’m going to fucking rip his head off. 

Blind with rage, I fling my door open to get out, slamming it loudly against the wall. Then, I bang on Ben’s door as hard as I can.

“YO ASSHOLE!” 

I hear a door open behind me. 

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“COME OUT HERE AND SAY THAT SHIT TO MY FACE!” I bang the door as hard as I'm going to punch his dumbass face. 

“He's not here.” I shrug off the hand on my shoulder. “Dude! He's not here!” I turn around to face Dustin. 

“Where is he?” I try the doorknob but it's locked. Why didn't I fucking think of locking my door before I left? Stupid. 

“I don't know,” Dustin says. “I tried to stop him, but he was piss drunk.” He shows me a dark bruise on his bicep. “Man's a fucking bull.”

“He's an asshole.” I turn back towards the door and angle my body sideways towards it. 

“Dude, don't do it.” 

THUMP!

The pain floods through my shoulder and I shake it off. I back up a little and steady myself. 

“It's not worth it!” Dustin backs up.

THUMP!

“Fuck,” I mumble to myself and shake myself off again. I take a deep breath and think about what he painted on my wall. The fury rises in my body and I charge at the door. 

CLACK! The door flies open and I stumble into his room. It reeks of dirty socks. 

“Dude… Jesus…” I hear Dustin say behind me. Despite having all the motivation to fuck shit up, I didn't know what to do now. And, my shoulder is killing me. 

I can't just let him get away with this. 

“Don't stoop to his level.”

I'm not gonna fucking let him get away with this. 

“Let's get out of here. He's going to have to pay for this door. That's enough,” Dustin says behind me. 

“That's not enough.” The image of him treating Joe roughly flashes in my head. That’s my fucking beta. “Get out of here.” I undo the strings of my sweats

“Dude!” 

“You can stay and watch if you want,” I say angrily. I grab my soft cock and rub myself roughly. 

He's going to pay for what he did. 

He's just as fucking gay as I am. He got hard while we were fighting. If anyone's a beta in this house, it's him. 

It's impossible to get hard when I'm so pissed, but I'm determined to make this happen. 

I'm going to fucking show him who's the alpha here. 

I close my eyes and imagine pinning Ben to the ground. He'd pretend to push back but we both know that he’d get turned on again.

Fucking asshole.

I start to get hard thinking about my revenge. 

He'd probably beg for it. He wants it up the ass so bad and he can't admit it. 

“He's going to be back soon,” Dustin says behind me. 

“Either join me or shut the fuck up!” I shout back in annoyance. “Are you telling me you're on that clown’s side?” 

“Course not, man.”

“Then grow some balls,” I say and spit on my cock. Dustin walks up beside me. “You know he deserves this.” 

Dustin contemplates it for another second and then pulls down his pants. “I hate that guy.”

We jerk off silently side by side and I close my eyes again. 

He probably gets off thinking about Joe and me. He likes this stuff just as much as I do.

He probably wants to suck my dick. I imagine shoving my cock in his mouth, making sure his eyes water each time I make him gag. 

He probably fingers himself in this bed thinking about me and that's why it smells like ass in here. I imagine his face scrunching up as I jam it inside him. 

He probably wants to sit in the corner and wank off pathetically which he watches me fuck Joe.

“Are you ready?” Dustin says breathlessly. 

“Yeah.” I open my eyes. “I'm good.” 

“Alright, I'm going to cum.” Dustin lets out a thick shot of cum. Watching the white string land on the carpet gets me there too. 

Fucking

Asshole

Motherfucker! I grit my teeth as I release. There is no pleasure in what I'm doing but I want to dump every drop I have into his room. 

You want my fucking attention?

Now you get to step on my seed.

Motherfucker! 

I step over our collective mess and lean over his bed. I keep stroking and let the rest of my load dribble on his sheets. He can wash these but he'll always know that I did this. I fling the juice off my cock head and onto his bed. 

“Fuck. Alright, we did it. Let's go, dude.” Dustin’s voice has regret in it.

I have no regrets at all. I pull my pants back up, and walk out of the room. The cum is already soaking into the carpet, just like I want and it’s going to be a bitch to get it out. I go back to my room, ignore the writing on the wall and shove as many clothes as I can into a duffel bag. 

“Where are you going?” Dustin asks.

“Say it was me that left all that mess,” I say to him and pat him on the shoulder on my way out. The front door opens as I put my shoes on.

Of fucking course. 

I push past Ben before he can get in the house. 

“Hey! Watch it!” 

“Fuck you.” I trot down the porch stairs without looking back.