Out of Bounds E1 | As the social outcast in my new college, I make friends with the gay couple (Patreon)

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I royally fucked up in starting the first week of college. Not only did I switch campuses after freshman year, I had to start my sophomore year with a giant target on my back. 

And how was I supposed to know that she's the star quarterback’s on-and-off girlfriend? What does anyone expect me to do? A cute girl flirted with me at the campus pub and I flirted back. 

I fucked her. She pretty much was begging for it with her hand on my lap at the bar. She had no qualms about coming back to my dorm and those legs were opened before I closed the door. I didn't even fucking cum cause I had a little too much to drink before and I'm pretty sure she had 2 or 3 orgasms. 

Now I'm public enemy number 1. There's already the word “manwhore” sprayed on my door, and the football guys bang on my window every time they walk past. Yeah, not a great start to my new life. 

There are no kitchens in our dorms, so we have to eat in the cafeteria. It was almost drama series worthy how the football team and their cheerleaders sat at their “better” tables sneering at everyone. 

Sneering at everyone and quite literally, throwing garbage at me. I've got no social pull here, so I took a large turn away from them and looked for somewhere else to sit. Every table was pretty much full, and they all knew what I had done. I chose the table at the very end, where the campus’ “famous” gay couple sat. This isn't the most liberal part of the world, so them being open about their thing made them outcasts too. 

“Hello? Can we help you?” one of them says. There’s not a single wrinkle on his shirt. 

“Yeah, just need to sit somewhere to eat this slop,” I say, catching the eye contact of the popular crew laughing at me. I'm sure I can expect more words spray painted on my door after this. 

“Mark, be nice,” Jonathan says. He introduced himself to me when I had moved in and I recognize him because of how tall he is. “You're Jessie, right?”

“That's right.” I felt like every move I made was being watched from close and from afar. The ring leader of it all, Connor, was giving me death glares from across the cafeteria. “Fuck.” 

“He's all bark and no bite,” Mark says with a shrug. “It'll blow over.” 

“I don't know about that. Apparently, he brought a promise ring for Danae,” Jonathan chimes in. I wolf down the slop on my tray, all the while trying to maintain eye contact with Connor. I don't want to start shit but I don't want to look weak either. 

“A ring for a pussy as loose as hers?!” Mark says with a flamboyant flair. “No offense, Jessie, but it must have felt like you were fucking a donut.” 

“Shit,” I whisper as I watch Connor say something to his buddies. His big football buddies with huge shoulders. They all stand up and look straight at me, and I stand up too. “Nice to have met you guys. I gotta run.” 

“Where are you going to go? We got cameras here.” Jonathan points towards the ceiling. 

“Yeah, I don't think that's going to help.” I watch Connor and his crew make their way through the crowd. They were pushing people out of the way roughly. 

“Okay. Let's go, babe.” Jonathan stands up too. “You can hide in our room.” 

“I'm not done my soup!” Mark says. Still, he puts down his spoon and the three of us make our way out. 

“HEY! LOSERS!” Connor shouts from behind us. We pick up the pace and exit the cafeteria. 

“This way,” Jonathan says, trotting west from the dining hall. His long legs carry him quickly, and his shorter boyfriend is pretty much getting dragged along. I jog behind them, looking behind to see the football team burst out of the door. It's getting dark out, so they didn't see us right away. I turn my head back forward and follow Jonathan into their building. 

“Welcome to our humble abode, I guess,” Mark says reluctantly as we go into their room. The two tiny beds are pushed together in the center, and the air smells like oranges. 

“I won't stay long,” I say as I peek out the window. I can't see where the guys are. 

“They know what room we're in. Or they'll find out,” Jonathan says. “You can stay here for tonight and hopefully they'll be less pissed tomorrow. You can sleep in one of the beds.” He starts to pull the two beds apart. 

“But…” his boyfriend protests. 

“It'll be like when we met,” Jonathan reassures him with a hug. “Sharing a tiny bed and having a roommate.” 

“Thanks, you guys.” I look out the window again and see the football team gathered outside the entrance. “Damn, they're fast.” 

“It's cause they share one brain cell,” Mark says. 

I pushed “my” bed as far as it would go against the wall, and laid down to rest. Rest.  I mostly was trying to find a solution on how to solve the mess I got myself into. Then, I fell asleep, because my brain couldn't figure it out. 

I woke up early in the morning to some noise on the other side of the room. I actually don't have a roommate in my dorm so it kinda freaked me out until I remembered where I was. 

“Mmm… what are you doing?” I heard Mark’s voice. 

“I want you, babe,” Jonathan responded.

“Now?”

“Yeah, now. You feel how hard I am for you, babe?” 

More shuffling noises made me turn my head and I saw the large shadowy figure of Jonathan climb over his boyfriend. What my eyes couldn't see, my ears filled in the blanks. Jonathan took off Mark’s underwear and placed his lover’s feet on his shoulders. 

The simultaneous exhale let me know that Jonathan penetrated him. They were otherwise silent, probably because they know that I'm less than 3 feet away. 

All I heard were the sheets shuffling. The weight on the bed shifting. The light grunting and irregular breathing. The sounds of their lips sucking on each other. 

I froze in my bed, not wanting to disrupt them in their own space. Then, it was like the sexual frustration of not cumming during my infamous hookup came rushing into me. 

“Oh, your ass is so good, babe,” Jonathan whispers, his voice tinged with weakness. 

“Are you going to breed me?” Mark asks. 

My heart pounds fast as I listen to them approach the finish line. The shuffling sounds of the sheets rubbing against each other got less bashful, and I saw the shadows of Mark’s legs go higher up in the air. 

“I want us to cum together,” Jonathan says. “I'm ready to cum when you are.” 

“I want it deeper,” his boyfriend says. “Deeper than that….OhHHHh!” 

The last moan solidified my dick all the way. 

Creak…creak…

“MMm…Mmm…” Mark let out soft whines. 

“Oh, babe, I'm ready to cum.” 

“Me too,” Mark says. “You're going to make me cum.”

“Cum for me, babe,” Jonathan says. Their breaths get louder and faster. “Cum for me. Oh, that's it!” They kiss again, interrupting their loud respiration with soft wet sounds. The creaking slows down with their exhales and I see the blurry form of Jonathan crash down on his lover. 

“I love you,” Mark says. 

“I love you too.” 

“Do you want to keep it in me?” 

“As long as it'll stay in.” Jonathan chuckles lightly. They noisily switch positions, until they are in what I'm assuming is the cuddling formation. 

Meanwhile, my hard dick aches. I want to cum too.

But not in their bed. That’ll be fucked up.

Fuck, how many times have they fucked on this bed? 

“Jessie, are you awake?”