Trapped in a Closet With a Hung Jock Pledgemate 05 (Patreon)

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Chapter 5: Roommate Reveal

The next day after the shared pics and vids was hard to get through. I felt distracted, but in kind of a good way. It was like having a new outlet I had never had before, like I had just discovered a new form of jerking off. Every class felt slow. Every walk across campus felt warmer. I kept checking the halls for Brody even though I knew we didn’t have the same schedule. We didn’t see each other at lunch or between lectures. It wasn’t until late afternoon that I noticed a text from him saying he might swing by the dorm if I was around later. 

He wanted to "study".

Greg was already in the room when I came back that night. He had his headphones on and was scrolling something on his laptop on his bed. It was our normal evening rhythm, nothing out of place.

Around 10pm, Brody knocked once and let himself in. He had a bag of tortilla chips hanging out of his backpack in one hand and his sweatshirt hanging off one shoulder. He was wearing a tank top and had a layer of sweat like he had just left the gym. He seemed surprised to see my Greg there, and he acted like he just came by to hang out, but he kept glancing at my roommate’s bed, checking if Greg was paying attention, but he barely looked up.

We sat on my bed, shoulder to shoulder as we played on our phones. We didn't talk much at first, just showed each other reels that were funny. We did actually pull out some work to do, even though the closest thing we had to overlapping studies were our respective English classes, which were almost the same, but not identical. Brody’s knee brushed mine a few times as we leaned over each other comparing notes. I kind of knew if it was on purpose, but I wasn't sure. I could sense an underlying tension in him. He wanted to jump my bones and use me for his version of sex again. 69ing with a guy was intense, and I honestly was down to do it too, but Greg was there. His thigh felt warm through his sweats.

“What are we even studying?” he blurted out at one point.

I shrugged. “I can't even focus, it's too late.”

He smirked and leaned in a little.

I looked over at Greg. His eyes were closed and his big headphones were on. It sort of felt like the coast  was clear, in a way. I got sort of afraid that Brody was going to jump my body again, and I wouldn't say no. We talked for a few minutes we talked about pledge stuff. Dumb errands, rumors about upcoming hazing rituals, which brothers were secretly cool and which ones were fucking the other ones' girlfriends. But then Brody went quiet. His eyes drifted down my torso for a second and I recognized the look in his face.

“Come here,” he murmured.

I didn’t even have time to react before he shifted, his body crowding mine just enough that my back touched my own bedframe.

He didn’t kiss me or anything. He just got close enough that I felt his breath at my jaw.

“You ok?” I whispered.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah. Just… been thinking.”

His hand slid to my sweatshirt hem, fingertips grazing my hipbone. My stomach tightened. My roommate was literally six feet away.

Brody whispered, “Let me try something.”

My heart slammed in my chest as he started to drop to his knees.

I grabbed his shoulder fast.

“Brody. Dude. Not here.”

He looked up at me, eyes already looking disappointed with whatever he was holding back.

“It’s fine. He’s asleep,” he whispered.

“He is not really asleep,” I hissed.

Brody ignored that and reached for my waistband. His fingers hooked under the elastic, just barely pulling it forward before I grabbed his wrist.

“Brody,” I said again, firmer this time.

He exhaled through his nose, frustrated but not mad. He leaned forward until his forehead touched my stomach for a second. My whole body reacted before I could control it.

“I want you,” he mumbled.

I swallowed hard. “Not here.”

He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. His hand slid up my thigh anyway, I let him. My legs separated without me meaning to. His thumb grazed the bulge in my pants, and I sucked in a breath.

He whispered, “Please.”

My whole body wanted to give in.

But I shook my head. “If we’re doing anything… not in the same room as my roommate.”

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“You’re such a good boy,” he teased under his breath.

I shoved him lightly, but he didn’t move far. His other hand found my own and brought it to his crotch. I felt how hard he was through his sweats. My fingers flexed without meaning to, squeezing him. His breath hitched.

Then I yanked my hand back.

“Dude,” I said, "not here.”

He finally backed up, still smiling, still clearly hard in his pants. We actually did study after that, sitting close enough that our arms brushed every few minutes. My dick stayed half-hard the whole time too. He sat on my bed like we were just chilling again, but his chest rose and fell faster than normal for a while. He was quiet, a little too quiet. 

I looked over and saw that he had fully pulled out his big dick.

My jaw dropped. I instinctively grabbed my own dick through my shorts, and glanced at Greg. He had turned toward the wall. Maybe he was asleep now.

Brody leaned back and jerked himself in front of me, and I nodded at him. I quietly egged him on. He pulled out his balls too. They were so much bigger than mine. He just wanked and looked at me, making his balls bounce. His face was red and his breath was uneven. 

He kept pausing, looking like he was gonna cum as his big red dick throbbed in his hand, but then he would just go back to jerking it. I was leaking in my pants.

He reached over and grabbed my hand, holding it for a second. I squeezed it hard, and he pulled it back to his dick. I felt it for a second. The heat of it brought me back to the other night, the feeling of him.

I pulled back, not sure if I wanted to tease him or if I just was really scared that Greg would look over.

He shook his head, then mouthed the words, “Show me.” 

He glanced down at my crotch. I shook my head no.

“Please,” he mouthed, his face desperate. 

I reached down and pulled out my dick. It was rock hard and leaking. I kept glancing back at Greg. It was turning into sort of a kink or something, like it was extra naughty that someone else was in the room.

Brody reached for me and held my balls. It was almost too tight, and he tugged on them. It was like he was comparing our manhoods in his head as he looked back and forth between us, but it was soon clear what he wanted. He was in a different mood tonight. He gripped my hip and pushed. I looked at him confused, wondering what he was doing, but he kept trying to lift my hip until I realized it. 

He wanted me to flip over. 

Fuck. I slowly turned my body, letting my pants slip down to below my ass cheeks. I buried my face in my pillow as his hands started to explore my cheeks. He pulled them apart and pushed them together with both hands. It was a strange sensation to be ogled like that. Last time felt like using each other to get off, but if he actually wanted to pretend my ass was a girl’s ass, then he must really like my body. 

I gave up on trying to be discreet, and leaned back into him. He held the muscles of my glutes in his hands as I felt him shift on the bed. Soon, I felt pressure between my butt cheeks. I thought it was his thumb at first, but when he closed my cheeks around it, I realized it was the girth of his large cock.

He leaned forward and put all his weight on me. I felt his muscles against my back, his dick against my ass and lower back, and every shift of his body made me feel even more submissive. It was like a new release, just letting him do what he wanted, even with my roommate right there. My dick felt amazing, even though it was barely getting any stimulation against the bed.

He ran his hands up and down my body as he humped against me, the sweat building a layer between us. He was breathing in my ear, and it felt so good against me I almost started to moan. I felt him swell against my ass, and he released a hot load of juice onto my back and ass. It pulsed and squirted against me and I just let it happen. It was weirdly cathartic for me, even if I hadn’t achieved release.

He slowly rose off me, and I turned around, letting his jizz get on my blanket. He looked like an animal, red and sweaty, his large cock levitating above my body. For a second, I thought it was over, but he reached down and grabbed me. I exhaled loudly as I felt the sensation run through my body. He stroked me for a few seconds and it was clear I was about to finish. I looked over at Greg again, confirmed he was still facing the wall, and before I looked back down at my dick, Brody had put me in his mouth. My abdomen tensed uncontrollably as I instantly released a load into his mouth. I didn’t even realize I was about to finish. The tense pleasure ran through me, as I felt my whole body contract rhythmically. His load squished between my cheeks as I emptied myself into his mouth. 

He spilled some of my load down my shaft, but he gulped down the rest in front of me. When he leaned back and reached for his clothes, he was casual. Weirdly casual. I had a million questions I wanted to ask, but it wasn’t necessary at the moment. 

He got up and wiped off and dressed. We watched each other do it quietly, half smiling. I wanted to know if he did this before, how many times, and stuff like that.

When he left, he squeezed my shoulder, then closed the door without saying anything.

He didn’t text me that night. I guess we had already gotten off together, so he didn’t need to.

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The next morning, Greg stretched in his bed and yawned while I pulled on a clean shirt. 

Just as I was tucking my morning wood away, trying to make myself presentable, he said, as casual as ever, “You know I wasn’t asleep last night.”

My stomach dropped. I wasn’t sure what was about to happen. I froze with my hand halfway in my underwear. 

“So you’re gay with Brody?” he asked.

I turned to face him. He seemed casual. He was an athlete too, but only random intramural sports like ultimate frisbee. He had a skate boy vibe.

“I guess,” I said. “Kind of.”

“I should’ve figured,” he said with an exhale.

Just when I was going to ask what he meant, Greg stood up, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside. He grabbed a towel, like he always did on the way to the shower, but then he dropped his underwear completely.

He stood there fully nude, not posing, not acting flirty or anything. Just… letting me see. My eyes went wide. I looked down at an honestly decent dick, and a toned body.

“So,” he said, “Do you get turned on by this?”

It wasn’t mocking. He was genuinely asking.

I took a second look at him, at his body, thick in some areas, and built, his dick hanging over his balls. I waited for the spark I felt with Brody. The taboo of doing something naughty. I thought about jerking off together, doing the stuff we had done. I had a flicker of interest in my dick, maybe even my ass, but for whatever reason, I didn’t want to let anything on to Greg.

I shook my head. “Nope.”

Greg shrugged and chuckled. “Sure you don’t.”

He walked naked into the suite bathroom and left the door open as he turned on the shower. I heard him pee in the toilet, then turned to watch as he stepped into the steamy water.