Out of Bounds E2 | The gay couple follows me into a public bathroom (Patreon)

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“Jessie, are you awake?”

I was completely frozen. I couldn’t imagine how the conversation would go if I said, “Yeah, I’m awake. I just listened to you two make love. Thanks for that.” 

So, I didn’t say anything at all. I didn’t even breathe. 

“He’s asleep,” Mark says. 

“Deep sleeper,” Jonathan says back. 

“I mean, we weren’t screaming or anything.” 

“Yeah, that’s unlike you,” Jonathan teases his boyfriend and Mark giggles. 

Eventually, they quieted down and went back to sleep. By then, it was becoming noticeably brighter in the room. Bright enough that it felt like I should leave and face my problems.

Oh yeah, all I have to do is somehow to get my ass whooped by the whole football team. Easy. Next time, note to self: do NOT sleep with the quarterback’s girlfriend on your first night here.

“Hey guys, thanks for letting me crash,” I say to the lump under the sheets on the other side of the room. “I’m going to head out.”

“Mmm…” Jonathan groans. I’m guessing that’s all I’m going to get, so I get up and leave. I don’t believe this would be considered a walk of shame, but it is a weird feeling to leave someone else’s room in the brisk morning wearing yesterday’s clothes. 

I got back to my own dorm, and sighed at the door. In addition to the new words that were spray painted underneath the room number (Sausage lover - very clever), the door was slightly ajar. Them motherfuckers literally broke into my room. 

I opened the door expecting to see the worst, but nothing was visibly damaged. But, my sheets and blanket are gone, and the college mattress looks like it should’ve been burned years ago to avoid a biohazard incident is completely bare.

There was no way I was going to sleep on those mattress stains raw, so I took a quick shower and then headed off to the store. It was a good way to avoid the cafeteria or any other common places where Connor and his crew would be waiting for me. 

I’m new to the town, so it took me a while to find the right mall with the right store. On top of that, I’ve never bought my own sheets before so looking at the packaging is like reading French. I realize there that I should’ve at least measured the bed before. I also didn’t understand why there are so many damn floral patterns. That would not help with the “sausage lover” graffiti on my door. 

“Oh looky here,” a familiar voice says from behind me. “Someone’s playing hooky here too.” I turn around to see Mark. Jonathan joins him a second later, and I’m surprised I didn’t notice him earlier because he’s taller than the aisles.

“Hey.” I look at the package of sheets in Mark’s hand. “Same idea, I guess.” 

“What happened to your sheets?” Jonathan asks. “Ours…” He looks at his boyfriend with a little bit of embarrassed look and they share a laugh. 

“The assholes took it,” I say with a shrug. “I guess you’re going with this one? It’ll fit our bed?” 

“Are they really the assholes if you’re the one that slept with Connor’s girlfriend?” Mark says snarkily and Jonathan nudges him to shut him up.

“Thanks for letting me stay last night. Saved my life, probably literally.” I grab the same package that Mark has. “See you around.”

“Oh, don’t be so sensitive,” Mark says. “This is the wrong size. We’re getting one to cover both of the beds, so you need half the size.” He takes the package in my hand and hands me another one. 

“You left in a rush this morning,” Jonathan says, walking to the other side so I’m sandwiched between them. “Didn’t say bye or nothing.”

“I did. You were sleeping.” After you finished fucking with me in the room.

“Hmm,” Jonathan says while looking at me. With how tall he is, he's actually looking down at me. “What's your plan now? Beg and grovel?” 

“Not really my style,” I say. “Probably lay low for a while.” 

“A long while maybe,” Mark says behind me. “Connor can hold a grudge. I know where you can eat in peace.” 

“Yeah? Hey, actually do you know where the food court is here?” My empty stomach rumbles now that we mention eating. 

We checked out our items and they brought me to the food court. After some burgers and pop, I was feeling pretty grateful that at least I've found some friends. They are nice guys, although they asked really personal questions. Maybe it’s a gay guy thing. 

“Did she come on to you or did you hit on her?” 

“She pretty much just starfished the whole time, didn't she? She looks like the type.” 

I was hesitant to give out too much information because I didn't quite trust them yet, but I let one piece out that made them holler with laughter. 

“Wait, you didn't even cum? You're in freaking hell right now and you didn't even get to finish?” Mark says loudly in the mostly empty food court. 

I shake my head and finish my pop. “Happens when I drink.” 

“Or her pussy is loose as hell after being ran through by the football team,” Jonathan chuckles. “I don't even know what Connor sees in her.” 

“Big tits,” Mark says and I have to agree. 

“Big tits.” I shrug. “Hey, is the washroom just there?” 

“Yeah, actually I have to go too,” Jonathan says. “Babe?” Mark nods and wipes his hands. The three of us leave our table and go into the public washroom. With only 3 urinals, we each take one. I was in the middle, with Mark on my left and Jonathan on my right. 

Mid-piss, Jonathan popped the question I knew he was wondering. 

“Jessie, did you hear anything early in the morning?” 

“Uh, no,” I say, looking  down at the stream of piss coming out of my dick. Not you breeding him or anything. 

“I told you he didn't hear,” Mark says, evidently shaking himself off. 

“You sure?” Jonathan is so tall, I'm sure he can peek right over the divider if he wanted to. “Well, anyway, sorry if we were a little loud. I apologize for that one over there anyway.”

“Hey! You said I wasn't loud!” 

And suddenly the memory of their whispered conversation and hushed breaths, while deep in the act of anal sex hits me. It became harder to pee, and I kept my eyesight down. 

“He kept it down for you, that's for sure,” Jonathan says. I have the impression that his head is over the barrier between us. “He's a screamer. Danae looks like a screamer too.” 

She was. I shake my boner off, knowing that I'm too rigid to shove it away. 

“Must be hard to listen to her screechy voice,” Mark says. “No wonder you couldn't finish.” 

The pent up load in the balls makes my cock steel stiff, attentive to any words related to sex coming out their mouths. 

“You know, if you were listening in this morning, we don't mind. We were saying that it would've even been hot, if you were into it,” Jonathan says. I'm still looking down, but I could tell his body is turned towards me. On the other side, Mark does the same. 

I know they can see my hard-on. 

There's an excitement of being given so much attention. It keeps me rigid as I contemplate what to do next. 

“It's not healthy to keep a load in for so long. I'm guessing you didn't want to jerk off in our bed.” 

“Yeah,” I admit. 

“You should finish now. Don't blueball yourself like that,” Mark encourages me. “Tops shouldn't have to do that.” 

“Tops?” I ask, and look at him. He's definitely looking over the barrier at my cock. 

“The guys who do the fucking. You need to get it out.”

“I can't do it here,” I say. 

“It'll take you what? 30 seconds? We’ll keep watch,” Jonathan says. They both leave the urinals and I breathe a sigh of relief. They're not wrong about needing to blow a load. This could be a good chance and a good stress reliever. 

So I do it. I rub myself at the urinal, watching the water cascade down the porcelain as my imagination went back and forth from fucking Danae to hearing my new friends fuck. 

It really didn't take more than 30 seconds for me to be ready to blow. Just as I get ready to let it out, my logical brain cuts in and warns me that it might clog the urinal. That would be fucking hell to deal with, and given my luck these days, I didn't want to risk it. 

I hold my left hand out in front of my dick and let myself jet onto my palm. It's a weak orgasm, but with a lot of liquid. I guess that's the result of a sort of long time edging ending with a quick finish. 

That’s better.

I step away from the urinal with my hand still cupped and head over to the sink. 

“There's a bounty out for you,” Mark says. Then his eyes zoom in on my hand. “That looks… healthy.” 

“A bounty?” I ignore the second part. “What do you mean?” 

“Connor’s on Instagram riling people up to find you,” Jonathan says. “Do you always cum that much?” 

“Fuck, can I see?” Jonathan shows me the post on his phone. 

“You could stay with us tonight again, while you figure this out.”