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By the time I was clean, my buzz was fading, and all I wanted to do was jerk off and crash. When I returned from the bathroom, there was still no note on the door indicating Gage was inside, so I entered the empty room. Needing another beer, I grabbed one from the small fridge and downed it in two gulps. Still needing to relax, I crawled into bed, fired up my favorite porn site, and started to go to town.
Only to realize at some point that Gage had walked in alone and was watching me.
4
GAGE
Still Seventeen Years Ago– Eighteen Years Old
Holy fucking shit.
I wasn’t expecting to see Chase back in our dorm room so soon, and I especially didn’t expect to walk in on him jacking off.
But there he was.
Naked.
With his fist wrapped around his hard dick.
And for some reason, I couldn’t stop staring.
“Dude, close the door.”
Embarrassed that he’d probably noticed me watching him, I spun around and pushed the door closed. Without the light from the hallway, I couldn’t see a thing. I stumbled toward my bed and stubbed my toe on my desk chair. “Fuck.”
Chase chuckled. “You can turn on the light.”
I flipped on the small desk lamp on my side of the room, but kept my back to him, not wanting to make things even more awkward. “Sorry for barging in. I assumed you were still with Miranda.”
“Nah. That ended the second she puked all over me.”
“She what?” I faced him out of surprise and noticed he had covered himself with his sheet.
“You heard me. We made it back to her place, but before anything could happen, she hurled.”
I dropped onto my bed. “That’s gross, man. I didn’t realize she was that drunk when you guys left.”
“Neither did I.” He shrugged. “What about you? Where’s Lisa?”
“We got in a stupid fight, and she decided to go home.”
Chase chuckled. “Damn, so neither of us are getting laid tonight?”
“Doesn’t look that way.”
The room was silent for a few minutes before he asked, “You want to get drunk instead?”
“Sure.”
He climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants, but not before I caught another glimpse of his dick. Why the hell did I keep looking at it? It wasn’t as though we hadn’t seen each other naked before. I would have blamed it on the beer, except I was barely buzzed. Maybe the massive case of blue balls Lisa had left me with had me on edge.
Chase grabbed the bottle of vodka we had hidden behind the mini-fridge and a couple of shot glasses before pouring us each one. I threw the shot back as soon as he handed it to me, hoping the alcohol would help me chill the fuck out and stop thinking about my roommate’s crotch.
“So, what’d you and Lisa fight about?” he asked as he sat next to me on my bed and poured me another shot.
I scooted over since sitting close to him was fucking with my head. “Just the usual shit. She wants us to be exclusive, which really just means she doesn’t want me dating other chicks. She has no problems flirting with other guys, though.”
“Seriously?”
