“Look, they will find their way back. Pretty much everyone here lives on campus and Uber exists… or they’ll walk! I’m not their mother.”
Something must have happened… I had never seen Janice being this annoyed. It is not surprising though. From my experience, a party can end up in only two ways: some people end up fucking, some others end up miserable, and sometimes it can be both of these things.
I was not feeling so well myself and decided to go back with Janice.
On the way back, she said:
“You’re not interested in me Tyler?” She did not look at me as she was driving.
“No… Not really Janice.”
Clearly, this evening was not getting any better and she did not reply.
We returned to building C. She took the stairs to the second floor and I took the elevators. I was still wearing Austin sweaty shirt. At least, I had that. I could jerk off while sniffing it in my room.
I went back to 403, opened the door, and for the second time in one hour, I stumbled on people having sex… And pretty rough sex!
This time, I was welcomed by Austin’s muscular ass and notorious birthmarks as he was fucking Ashley doggystyle on the floor. She was moaning. He turned his face towards me, his hard dick still deep inside Ashley’s asshole, he body was wet with sweat or maybe it was juice from Ashley’s pussy: “Oh…”
Instantly blushing, I shouted: “sorry Guys! I’ll come back later”.
I shut the door as I could not believe this was happening… again! Although, this time, it was not exciting at all. I was just feeling intense jealousy. When will I get to be part of the action and not merely a spectator?
Austin found me half an hour later in the kitchen of the first floor. I was eating some leftover pancakes. He was wearing some shorts and a tank top.
“Sorry about that bro.”
I did not respond.
“The room is now clear.” He smiled.
I was pissed off but did not want him to know.
“Ok”. I said.
Back in the room, Austin tried to reengage the conversation.
“Well, I’d say this was a pretty good night!” He tried to lighten the mood. “Man, the whole party was insane!” He probably wanted me to ask him more details about how he ended up fucking Ashley in the ass but I did not want to know anything more about this.
I took my — well, his, – shirt off and gave it back to him.
“Here. Thanks for your shirt. You can take it back now.”
“Ok…” Austin looked confused. “Bro, don’t be like this. Next time, I’ll put a sock on the door. And when it is your turn, we’ll do the same.” Again, he was trying to be conciliatory. He seemed surprised that I was this bothered.
“It will never be my turn.”
“What are you saying Ty?” I should not have said that. We were moving in a very dangerous and intimate territory.
“Nothing, good night, Austin”.
I lied down in my bed, still wearing my jeans. Austin did not respond but I could sense he was starting to get annoyed by my behavior too. I could not blame him.
He was always patient and nice to me, always making sure I would feel comfortable. He was including me in his group of friends, introducing me to girls, respected my privacy… And I was just acting like an asshole, resenting him for not liking me the way I would like him to, or resenting myself for not being like him.
“Good night, Ty” he said.
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