My Unexpected Valentine’s Bedmate 02 (Patreon)

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Chapter 2: Skillsets

“What’s your name again?” I said when my eyes opened. For some reason, it was the first thing that came to my mind.

“Alex,” he said, rubbing his eyes, although he was already awake and sitting up. “You actually forgot?”

“I guess I missed when you said it yesterday.”

“You must’ve been distracted,” he said, climbing over me. “You had a long day.” 

His hefty package dragged across my stomach as he crawled over me, stepping onto the floor as he stretched, inadvertently showing off his simply superior body.

I shifted out from under the blanket, dropping my feet to the floor. I wanted out of his bed, suddenly feeling weird about sleeping in another guy’s bed. It was somehow more strange when he wasn’t there. But I felt like I had to be careful about waving my morning wood around. I had developed a certain roommate etiquette with my real roommate, Ryan, and we had both silently acknowledged that no one wants to see that, so we had developed a bit of modesty around our dorm.

But Alex was anything but modest. Not only was he a jock with no inhibitions about his body or his contact with other males, but he was also used to having his own dorm. And it appeared that he didn’t have any plans to change his routine level of exposition just because I was there. The boxer briefs clinging to his muscular orbs of glute were so tight it was like he was naked as he walked to the en suite bathroom. There wasn’t a single secret under that thin fabric, front or back. He headed to the bathroom and left the door open as he peed. I watched him from behind. Just a bit of his ass peeked out as he faced the toilet and pulled himself out. I watched the relief sink through his body as his stream hit the water. 

When he was done, he bent over to drop his underwear completely, and I saw his pink hole, surrounded by a light layer of soft fur. I had never looked directly at a guy’s ass before. It was just a bit mesmerizing for whatever reason. 

He walked back into the room naked, leaving his underwear on the floor, digging through his drawers.

I was still sitting at the edge of his bed, thinking about ways to manage my morning wood, when he opted to make a comment.

“Your morning buddy still here?” he said, glancing down at my crotch from the side. 

His jawline looked like he could be in movies. His haircut looked fresh, his lips were pink, and I was suddenly filled with a sort of envy. It was unfair that he was jacked, handsome, and he had a huge cock too. I almost felt like some sort of incel, envious to a fault and thinking cynically about how girls only want guys like him, despite plenty of evidence to the contrary.

“Yeah, I got a bit of morning wood,” I said with a sigh as I flicked my dick through my underwear, making it bounce.

“I took care of mine already. Surprised you didn’t wake up actually. Thought you’d join in again,” he said nonchalantly as he started putting on some gym clothes.

My eyes closed on their own. I started slowly turning my head left to right, like my brain was saying no, this can’t be real. He had literally jerked off in bed with me again, this time while I was asleep. 

“You gonna take care of yours right now?” he asked. 

“I can wait ‘til you leave,” I said, like it was obvious.

“Doesn’t bother me,” he said back, slipping on his tank top.

My dick throbbed in my underwear, but I didn’t dare to touch it. Not in the cold light of day. The shame was weighing down on me. I wasn’t the exhibitionist that Alex was.

I just tried to laugh it off, finally getting up to go to the bathroom myself. I left the door open, just like he did. Maybe he will rub off on me a bit while I’m here, I thought to myself, we do have the rest of the semester.

I came out just as the door shut. He was gone. I was alone in some jock dude’s dorm, my own stuff in a pile on a sad-looking bedframe across the room. There was only one desk. I noted how the room felt somehow colder without him in it. 

—[]—

I spent Sunday frantically calling school people, hitting up friends, doing everything I could to acquire a mattress or a new place to stay. No one had space for me. Even people with couches had already allotted the space to other displaced people from my dorm. 

My real roommate, Ryan, apparently was even less lucky than I was. We shared an iced coffee in the quad around lunch time. The weather was snowing a tiny bit, like a little flurry, but we still wanted the coffee to be iced. 

“Be grateful he’s cool enough to share his bed with you!” he shouted, having no patience for my woes. “The original room they put me in was TWO GIRLS, and the admin people refused to acknowledge the accident! The girls didn’t even know me and I wasn’t about to make them endure a random dude staying with them, so I slept in the lounge last night! On the floor! There was already a dude on the couch!”

“Oh damn,” I said, “I guess it could be worse.”

“Yeah,” he said, “What’s your guy like, anyway… is he cool?”

“He’s not bad,” I said, “A bit of a slob, but it’s better than nothing.”

He shrugged, taking a sip of the coffee.

“We jerked off together last night,” I said abruptly, watching him literally spit out the coffee onto the snowy ground.

He started cracking up. “What??”

“It just happened,” I said, “It wasn’t as weird as you’d think.”

“Dude,” he said, “That’s so gay. Why did you even do that?”

“I don’t know. We were telling stories about girls and then we just needed to take care of it.”

“That never happened with us though!” he said. 

Believe it or not, I actually saw a little pang of jealousy in his eyes. He and I were almost proud of how close we had gotten over the year. We had talked about being best man at each other’s weddings someday. He was just a little hurt that I had done something that seemed like a “best bro” type thing with someone else, even if he would never think about wanting to do that. 

“Maybe if we had to share a bed,” I said with a shrug, putting a hand on his shoulder. “If I had to pick someone to jerk off with though, it’d be you buddy.”

His face cringed, but I saw a hint of appreciation that I had acknowledged that he was still my true ride or die.

“Thanks,” he said, pushing my hand off his shoulder, but smiling at the joke. “Freak.”

—[]—

After a few hours at the library doing school stuff, I trekked back home. I accidentally went to my original dorm first, without even thinking about it. I was looking down at my phone until I got all the way to the door. The yellow caution tape across the window brought me back to the realization that my life had changed.

I sighed as I slowly scanned upward, looking at the building. It looked the same from the outside. Old. Four stories tall. Brick. “Ivy League” coded little gargoyles on the faux balconies. The chaos inside it from Friday night came back to me. I’m sure it looked like a moldy, water damaged hellscape at this point. I turned around to head back to Alex’s room. 

I guess it was our room now.

I stopped by the little cafe in the center of the quad for a hot chocolate, and when I got to the dorm, he was still gone. I sat at the desk with my cocoa, and sent yet another desperate, futile plea to the administration that they might find me a mattress before bed that night. 

He came back after a hard day of working out, dripping sweat. I smelled him before I saw him. It was fresh sweat, animalistic and pheromonal. He grunted hello before he stepped into the bathroom. He stripped with the door partly open, turning on the shower and taking a piss without even holding himself. He put his hands on his hips, and I could see the exhaustion in his body as he finished up and stepped into the shower. He closed the glass door, and his body was obscured by the steam.

I realized I had been staring, and slapped myself internally. It was a bizarre feeling to be so mesmerized by a guy. His physical superiority sparked a lot of emotion in me, and his brazen openness was some sort of turning point the night before. I had descended into the depths of immodest exhibitionism right next to him without even an ounce of prodding from him. His gravitational field had grabbed me before I even realized.

I turned to my screen and tried to start up some schoolwork, but found it impossible. I scrolled my phone instead. The reels that came up gave me some insight.

It felt like the algorithm was “listening” to my thoughts. I started to see some working out content on my feed, which I had never really seen before. Every fifth video was some sort of homoerotic “Here’s how you do the perfect bench press” style clip where a dude clearly just wanted girls and gay guys to watch it. 

But, it’s 2026, and the algorithm runs our lives most of the time , whether we like it or not. 

I threw down my phone again and went back to my computer. It was time to journal down some of my thoughts, but just as I started to write the date at the top, Alex appeared in the bathroom doorway. He wore a towel, some modicum of modesty having apparently found its way into his comportment.

“You jerkin’ it?” he said casually, leaning against the doorway.

“No,” I said, forcing a chuckle through my nose, “Just working on stuff.”

“On a Sunday? That’s no fun,” he said, dropping his towel as he meandered over to his dresser.

Of course he was naked again. I wondered why he even had the towel on in the first place. I tried to avert my eyes, but I couldn’t help it. I glanced down at his big rod, almost just to see if it was really as big as I remembered. The floppy meat tube was as big as ever, maybe even a half chub at the moment. I couldn’t be sure. I turned back to the screen

“C’mon, let’s go have some fun,” he said. 

“But it’s Sunday night, class tomorrow at 10am. Don’t you normally wind down a bit?”

“I mean,” he said, looking for the right words.

It hit me that he didn’t have to worry about this kind of stuff. He wasn’t really here for the school part. His transcript was just a means to a degree, not a stepping stone in a career like it was for me. I envied him and judged him at the same time.

“Like, I don’t wanna be hung over or anything, but we can like, go talk to girls at least.”

I chuckled. He really was smart in his own way. 

“Sure,” I said, “Honestly a good idea. You would know better than I would how to talk to girls.”

He laughed. “Bet!”

—[]—

We hung out in the student lounge in the quad for a good couple hours, chatting with people. He gravitated toward the girls, as he naturally did. I watched the easy way he started conversations with anyone. It wasn’t fair because he was just such a good-looking guy. As soon as he walked into a room, girls started to hope that he would talk to them. I could see it in their eyes. All he had to do was say “hey” and address some flimsy connection, and the conversation had itself from there.

I finally got him to leave with me around 10pm, earlier than he wanted, but a good idea on a school night. Maybe some of my good habits will rub off on him, I thought to myself, just like his carefree attitude is already working its magic on me. 

Once we got back to the room, he fell face forward onto the bed, like he was tired, even though he had been as animated as ever five minutes prior with the girls.

Here comes the awkward part, I thought as I disrobed down to my underwear, getting ready to join him in bed.

I sat on the edge of the bed as I took off my socks, the last article of clothing I intended to remove. He scooted over without speaking, making room for me as he pulled out his phone and started playing with it. 

I turned off the light, and just as I was getting under the covers, he turned to me.

“Should we do it again?” he said. 

My stomach panged a bit, but I pretended not to know what he meant. I was still in denial about how much fun it was, and the logical, cynical part of my brain wanted to make sure it didn’t become some homoerotic habit.

“Do what?”

He pulled out some porn on his phone, ignoring my false attempt at ignorance of his intentions. 

“This is a good one,” he said, just as a big titty girl appeared on the screen on her knees, surrounded by five or six college jock dudes ready to share her.

My dick throbbed in my pants. 

He whipped out his half hard dong and started rubbing it, squeezing the tip as it came to life. I watched in real time as the veins appeared, the blood flowing in as it started to throb with a mind of its own, all while a girl choked on dicks on a little screen in front of us.

“Fuck it,” I muttered. 

I whipped out my hard dick and started going to town, watching his video and his giant cock getting stroked in front of it. He alternated fast and slow rhythms, and sometimes didn’t stroke at all. We stroked it side by side for several minutes, before I picked up the pace, ready to blast out another tense load.

“Don’t cum,” he said suddenly without looking at me, “Just wait.”

I did what he said. Maybe he wanted me to use his sock again so I didn’t get cum on his sheets, but he never offered a sock. I started stroking again, and just as I was at the edge again, he said it again.

“Don’t cum,” he said, in the same tone as before, like he was basically snoozing an alarm.

But after the tenth time he said that, I finally realized that there was no natural end to this. He just wanted us to edge forever. 

“You’re a gooner,” I said.

“Gooner for life,” he said unapologetically, letting his phone rest against a fold in the blanket as he threw an arm behind his head. The smell of his arm pits hit me like a small slap in the face. I breathed in a big whiff through my nose without even meaning to do it. It smelled good, in a way that was both nasty and appealing at the same time. 

I really need a girl, I thought to myself.

—[]— 

The rational side of my brain noted that it was well past midnight and I had class at 10am. This gooner sesh would have to end soon or I’d be fucked int he morning. But even if I just finished, he was going to keep gooning all night while we shared a bed, and there were no other places on the entire campus for me to escape to, unless I wanted to sleep on a rug with Ryan. I had to figure a way out of this.

The irrational side of my brain somehow landed on a specific method of getting this to end. My brain must have been gooned to hell itself, because I somehow decided that if he wasn’t going to cum, then I would have to do it myself. I reached over and grabbed the thick base of his shaft, my fingers unable to even meet on the other side of it.

Surprisingly, he didn’t flinch, just let go of himself while I started to stroke his warm pole. It was almost like he expected it. He put both hands behind his head and kept his eyes on the porn. The heat coming off of his dick was weirdly surprising, like I hadn’t thought about what it would actually feel like in my hands. I could feel a pulse, maybe his heartbeat, as I held it tight and stroked it up and down. It was so much different than mine, a behemoth of man meat that made mine look like a finger, even though I’m a totally respectable size myself.

True to his reciprocating, bro-ish personality, he reached a hand under my arm and started jerking me off as well. 

I hated to admit it to myself, but the sensation was immediately amazing. 

“I’ve never even gotten a handjob,” I said between breaths as the sensations started to feel like a bit too much. I wasn’t sure if I was going to cum or pass out.

“Don’t worry,” he said, his voice sounding almost zoned out and zombie-ish. “Bro is here for you.”

I just sort of nodded while I looked closely at his big pole in my hand, as he found all the perfect spots around the head of my dick to stimulate me.

“It takes a guy to know what a guy needs,” he said in his zoned out voice.

Suddenly, he squirted up into the air. I was surprised he finished first, and didn’t even warn me. His pole tensed against my palm as I held him tight for a second, and his juice flew all over. The load was so big, much bigger than mine had ever been. I let go before it even stopped, overstimulated by what was going on. 

A thick rope of his jizz landed right on my dick, and he kept jerking me, now with his cum as lube now. I noticed, but didn’t want to acknowledge to myself what was happening. The boundaries of what was normal had been blurred by my hormones. Alex had instigated yet another night of debauchery and roped me into it.

He brought his other hand to his dick and milked out the rest of his load, then brought it over to hold the base of my dick, jerking me furiously like he was determined to get me off. 

“You’re a real bro,” I said, almost hiccuping or coughing between the words as my body spasmed and he moved his second hand lower down my crotch.

My abdomen tensed in waves. It was so stimulating to have one of his hands gripping my balls and tugging on them. He slowed down, like he was edging me or something, while his second hand started rubbing the jizz into my balls and the space beneath.

A distant part of the back of my brain was disgusted by his jizz being on me, but I was overwhelmed by sexual stimulation and had no interest in stopping what was happening as I approached the edge. 

He pressed his thumb firmly into my taint, making me thrust my hips upward and tighten my ass in response. He slowed his stroking down, almost stopping completely, but kept a tight grip on my slimy, cummy boy pole. I started thrusting involuntarily, completely losing control of my body as I fucked his fist up into the air. He started to release his fingers from gripping me, first his pinkie, then the next, and then the next, until he was just making a circle with his thumb and index finger, barely giving me any stimulation at all as I humped wildly. 

His second hand massaged my taint deeply until it moved down, my legs open enough for him to access whatever he wanted. I looked down and saw his gooner zombie face as I kept thrusting my hips into the air, desperately trying to cum. It was like he was on autopilot as his gooey, cummy thumb approached my hole, and I didn’t even flinch when he started rubbing it in circles. 

I was past the point of inhibitions.

It felt strangely amazing to be fucking the loose ring he made with his hand. It was like an “OK” sign, and the subtlety of the pressure on me made it even better. I humped his hand for just a few more seconds before it was obvious I was finally about to cum.

“You want me to put my thumb inside?” he said.

My face was scrunched up, and I barely even registered what he said. My only response was a continued groan that was coming out of my chest involuntarily. 

Just as I reached the point of no return, I felt the nirvana of finally reaching orgasm mixed with his thumb pressing deeply into my hole. I saw stars as my body writhed under his touch. He finally gripped my whole dick again and jerked me off, giving me basically a second orgasm right after the first. 

It took several seconds before I started to come down enough to even realize that my ass was clamped down onto his thumb. He pulled it out slowly as he milked the rest of my seed onto my body. The warm, watery puddle I had made extended up to my neck and streaked down to my crotch. He dropped my dick and  lifted up his hand, tentatively keeping it away from himself, the familiar, male, post-orgasm dance of trying to keep oneself clean from the mess. 

He reached down and pulled off his socks, just like the night before. This time they were long, white, athletic socks, just as smelly and moist as the ones the night before. 

He dropped one onto my abs, right near the epicenter of my boy puddle, and used the other to wipe himself off, his heavy load having decorated his entire upper body in streaks.

As I wiped myself down, he chuckled to himself for a second.

“You have a good grip,” he said.

I laughed. “Maybe I should be a pitcher too.”

He narrowed his eyes like he was thinking about it. Then he leaned into my ear and I froze, bracing for what he was going to do. My ears tingled as he started to whisper. 

“I actually see you as more of a catcher.”