𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐁𝐗𝐁

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"Hey man, I was wondering if you could be a little quieter?"

I raised my fist to knock on my roommate's door for the hundredth time, but something stopped me. Meaningless. If he's drunk enough to fuck the chick he brought home late tonight, my action won't mean anything to him.

Not wanting to screw up during my first semester of college, I focused more on my studies than I did in high school because I wasn't as lucky as my roommate Matt or his rich, jock friends. If I was going to leave the small town where I had spent my entire life and study in an expensive city like New York, I needed to get a scholarship and also get a part-time job as a waiter to cover my own expenses. This was making me very tired, so I could work my ass off to get a few more hours of sleep in the evening.

"Hey Matt, did you hear me?"

"AHHUGGHGOD FUUUCKKK!"

Damn.

My hand fell helplessly to the floor, a deep sigh escaped my chest, and all this carried my feet back to my room. I slammed the door and lay down to stare at the ceiling for a moment before collapsing onto my bed, leaning my back against the wall and placing my book on my knees. 

I heard a deep rumble in the corridor, the sounds in the next room ending in terrible grunts. The door opened, then closed, and some footsteps moved towards our shared bathroom. When I heard the street door of the penthouse apartment close, I realized that Matt's night girl had decided to leave early. But unfortunately I had to pee.

I hated him right now, and running into a naked Matt in the bathroom wasn't my greatest wish. Despite this, I went into the bathroom because I didn't want to pee in my basketball shorts. It irritated me to hear its cheerful little whistle under the thick cloud of steam that filled the interior. I lifted the toilet and heard the shower stall open before pulling my shorts over my hips. 

When a naked Matt stuck his head out he let out a little scream, "Dude, you gotta stop ghosting around the house. You're scaring me!"

I didn't look at him. Still, out of the corner of my eye, I could see the beads of water illuminating his chest and the solid masses of muscle against his well-tanned skin, because he was on vacation in his hometown until the end of the summer. I've never been one of those popular guys that girls are eager to drool over. I didn't have a fancy car, expensive clothes, or a good haircut. That's exactly what Matt was, though, so I'm not mad that he fucked every woman who came within twenty feet of him. Being on my exam week doesn't help though.

"Can you pass me the towel, loser?"

I was used to him making fun of me often, in a cute way. He giggled as he took a small look at my dick, which looked too busy peeing. Contempt, that was the emotion in his eyes as always because he would get mad at me for not being like him and try to convince me that college life was all about fucking as many chicks as possible. That's right, I'm just like that. He tried to drag me to campus parties and talked about finding cheerleaders to meet girls, I wasn't interested at all.

"The apartment building we live in is almost fifty years old," I said, pulling my shorts up to my ass, "You know that, right? The walls aren't soundproofed." I leaned over and pouted as I handed him the fluffy towel he had thrown on the floor before getting into the shower, "It's exam week buddy, can't you be a little more careful?"

He took the towel from me, turned around, looked at himself in the mirror and showed me his muscular and round ass, shaking his head from side to side as all the wetness from his hair washed my face, laughed cheekily and fixed his eyes on me from the mirror, "If you don't blow some chick's ass in a few days, I have to believe you're gay."