Pic of Damon above^^^ (Isn't he just devine?)

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DAMON

It's almost midnight and still Chris hasn't returned. I hadn't seen him since the altercation and now that I think about it, I was way too harsh. Yes, I caught him hooking up with a lecturer and yes, I shouldn't have overreacted like I did... especially since I've hooked up with more lecturers than I cared to remember. But they were all females. 

I guess I've always thought of him as the quiet straight dude I shared a room with.

Or maybe it was because I felt so comfortable around him that I never saw the need to be fully clothed or wondered if he got hard at the sight of me.

I shook my mind clear of all thoughts as my phone beeped and unlocked my screen as a few messages pinged from unknown numbers. A smirk became permanently plastered onto my face as I saw the huge tits on my screen. Before my mouth had time to drool another pic came through and I sat back on my bed as I just stared at the different angles that the girl sent me.

I really didn't care who she was; from what I could see, she had a huge ass, nice tits and the hottest little front I'd come across for the week.

I scanned the clock once more and decided that Chris wouldn't be back for the night and so I quickly stripped out from my clothes and got underneath my covers. I could already feel myself standing at attention and I bit my lower lip as my right hand slowly stroked and my left strolled.

It made no sense for me to pleasure myself when I could easily get it in her but I wasn't in the mood to move nor did I want anyone coming over. This will just have to do. 

A pic of her legs spread apart, exposing her awesome middle came through and I moved my hand faster as I let slip a groan. It was unbelievably pink and I second guessed my decision of not actually banging her. A girl with this kind of body was bound to have a sweet face and I dropped my phone as I imagined what she looked like.

My heart was hammering so fast and I couldn't hear a thing as all the blood in my body travelled south. I felt my chest starting to tighten and I gradually increased my movements as I prepared myself both physically and mentally while gripping onto the sheet.

The opening of the door had me halting my movements and my insides protested as my eyes connected with Chris'.

"Sorry. I thought you were asleep." He said softly, clearly afraid of me. "Did you wait up to finish the job?"

I wanted to roll my eyes at him or actually finish the job of kicking his gay ass but what I really wanted was for him to leave, even just for a few seconds so I could finish jacking off. I ignored his question and instead stared at the wall as I subtly removed the hand wrapped around my erect shaft and hoped that by some miracle it would go down.

"Are you not gonna answer me?"

I looked back up at him and he still hadn't moved from the door. Luckily, his eyes weren't on me and I tried to think of anything that would distract my mind.

"Damon... Damon." 

When it was made clear that I wouldn't answer him, he locked the door and walked over to his side of the room.

"You know, I get why you're mad at me. I didn't tell you I was gay since you clearly have a problem with it and therefore didn't give you enough time to get a new roomie but let me just say... I expected a lot more from you. I get the beating part, cause I know you're a bully but I just..."

He stopped talking and my eyes finally connected with his. "I expected better."

It was clear to me that the little stare competition we were having meant that he expected me to say something and I sighed deeply before my lips uttered the word, that under normal circumstances, I would never.

"I'm sorry, Chris."

His eyes fluttered shut and his head rests against the wall behind him as he sighs deeply. His brown hair falls wildly and covers his green eyes and I could see his tiny frame relax as he exhaled.

He reaches out a hand and fixes his mess of brown hair before half smiling at me. "I promise you, I'll keep my distance. I won't talk to you unless you do first, I won't look at you, I'll hardly be in the room and no one else will ever know."

Grabbing his towel, he quickly goes into the bathroom and I exhale as finally I'd gotten rid of him; at least for ten minutes. Peeking under my sheet I rolled my eyes and let out a small groan at the sight of a clearly, 'still going strong' boner. 

Chancing utter humiliation, I once more looked at the closed bathroom door and listened closely for the running of water before deciding to quickly finish the job. Ten minutes was still a long time and I was positive I'd be done before then.

I awkwardly got up and grabbed the first piece of clothing I saw before climbing back into bed. I contemplated covering my naked body with the sheet but thought against it since I'd be done in no time and he was a slow bathe-er.

Dropping the shirt onto my lap, I braced my head on the headrest and closed my eyes as I encircled my erection. I bit my lips to keep in my groans and slowly started stroking. I could feel the blood once more rushing down and I let out a silent groan as I felt the shiver travel throughout me.

My breathing became labored as my actions increased and I felt my release coming very close. Grabbing onto the sheet, I leaned forward to grab the shirt and my eyes landed on a very flustered Chris as he stared wide-eyed from me to my releasing boner and the shirt that was just out of reach. 

I squeezed my length in hopes of stopping the inevitable and my brain recieved it as a pleasure tactic causing me to come shockingly hard and my mouth let scape a loud groan as I came everywhere.