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Jock Pussy Roommate

I swear I was in that old movie 'Inception' as I walked down the dorm hallway, that's how much the room was spinning. But I wasn't drunk. I'm by no means a lightweight, and it takes a lot to get me wasted. That's the good thing about being a 6'5" 250 lbs BEAST like me, I'd normally need an entire keg to get faded. So that means there's no way I'm drunk.

Which is weird because when I finally reached the door to my apartment, I fumbled with my keys. Damn, did I have more keys than I started with? What the fuck are all these keys for? Or maybe I'm seeing double.

But that doesn't mean I'm drunk.

Finally finding the right key, I kept trying to jam it into the lock but was missing every time. Damn, was it always this hard? Like threading a needle. I'm usually an expert at fitting things into tight holes, if you get what I mean.

I'm talking about my dick.

"Come on FUCKER!" I groaned as I reared back and thrust my hand holding the key with all my might... only for the door to suddenly swing open, causing me to stumble forward and nearly collapse on top of my best friend.

"Seriously, Monty? It's fucking Thursday night," Justin grumbled, trying his best to hold up my massive frame. Just was by no means a small guy. After all, he was on the soccer team. But even the strongest soccer player might have trouble holding up a big hulking tight-end like me.

"Bro, I'm not drunk, it was just a few drinks. Don't get your panties in a twist!" Justin just frowned at me. Okay, ...

... okay, maybe I was a teensy tiny itty bit drunk. Doesn't mean Just has to look at me like I'm a wet dog who got into the house. Doesn't fit his handsome face to be honest. Justin was a good looking guy. Blond hair, lightly tanned skin, crystal blue eyes. Dude could have been on one of those teen shows, Riverdale or some shit. A face like that should never be scowling.

Just put his arm underneath my armpit and across my back, trying to lead me to my bedroom. He was such a good bro, the fucking best. I knew I could count on Just. We've been bros since the first day of Freshman year, we were assigned roomies but hit it off instantly.

I remember walking in and seeing this smaller guy with curly blond hair unpacking his stuff. He had a tight body - Just wasn't short, he was a solid 5'10" but compared to me everyone looked small. Still, his body was all compact muscle and I could tell he ran a lot because his glutes were fucking huge. I've never seen glutes that big before, to be honest.

We were buddies almost immediately. We bonded over both being jocks, even though we played different sports, but otherwise we had so much in common. Justin was a little bit more serious than me, but still a goofball. That's why I was a little shocked when I found out there was one huge difference between us.

"Monty, I'm gay," Justin said to me matter-of-factly one day in our tiny dorm room.

"Wah?" I thought I had misheard him. Or maybe he was putting himself down, like 'this shit is ...