Author's Note: This is my first attempt to write one of these stories from a guy's perspective. I've been doing more of it recently in my mainstream writing with varying results. I thought it might be fun to try to write something more erotic. It was an entertaining process, but it was a struggle to keep the point of view correct in my head (and no, it wasn't because I was writing this story with the experience of having done something like this for one of my boyfriends' roommates).
All in all, I was fairly pleased with the result of this story and may try writing another one at some point. Whether this one turned out well or not--I'll leave that to you, the readers, to decide.
***All characters are at least 18 years old***
"Hey Rogers! Think fast!"
A football streaked down the dorm hallway toward Alan like it was fired out of a cannon. He had no time to react as he rounded the corner from the elevators. He barely managed to get his hands up but couldn't get them in front of the ball. It slammed into his stomach, knocking the air out of him and made his eyes water. Somehow, he was able to hang onto the ball and cradle it into his body.
Paul, a lanky boy with shaggy blonde hair, was standing at the other end of the hallway and pumped both his fists in the air. "Oh! Good shit, Rogers!"
A short, stocky boy still battling acne was standing near the corner and gave Alan a thumbs up. "Great catch, dude."
"Thanks," Alan said. He could hardly speak. He handed the ball off to the stocky boy while trying to keep his body upright and resist the urge to collapse to his knees. He shuffled past and continued to his door. The ball sailed behind him as he opened it and went in. As soon as the door shut behind him, he dropped to the floor, clutching his abdomen. It took a full minute of rocking on his knees on the floor before the discomfort went away and he was able to get back up.
He wiped his eyes with his hands and took off his backpack and tossed it onto his desk. As he went to the mini fridge to get a bottle of water, his phone buzzed with a text.
bringin a shorty thru 2nite
Alan threw up his hands. "Oh, for fuck's sake." His dorm roommate Jahlil intended to turn their room into a sexual rec room for the night.
According to 'Bro Code,' Alan needed to vacate the room. He had just come from studying at the library, and it was already late. He didn't feel like leaving the room and wasting the next couple of hours just so Jahlil could fuck one of his 'bitches.' Alan had planned to eat some leftover pizza, play a little Call of Duty, and go to sleep. But now what? Maybe he'd just go downstairs and take a nap in the student lounge.
Alan grumbled and walked over to his bed. He flipped up the blanket and grabbed the edge of the sheet underneath, intending to take it with him downstairs. He tugged, but it was caught on something. He set his feet, twisted, and gave it a hard yank. There was a ripping sound as it came free. He held the sheet out at arm's length and looked it over. There was a 6-inch tear along the bottom half of the sheet. Alan lifted the end of the mattress and saw the culprit--the sheet had gotten snagged on one of the exposed bed springs under the mattress.
Alan balled up the sheet, pressed it against his face, and screamed into it. After he let it out, he wrapped the sheet around his head and fell onto the bed face first, not bothering to take off his shoes. He'd get up in a minute or so, eat his pizza, and then go downstairs. He'd take his laptop with him. Might as well try to get some homework done.
But instead, he dozed off.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The football game was still going in the hallway.
Alan rolled over in his bed and buried his head beneath his pillow. His sheet was no longer wrapped around his head and was now draped over his shoulders. At some point during his nap, he'd gotten under his blanket. He was a little warm but not warm enough to take off the blanket. It didn't really matter anyway. The only thing he wanted to do was try to go back to sleep and get back his dream about his biology professor. She was a total MILF. Long blonde hair. Emerald green eyes. Long legs. Huge tits.
Alan shut his eyes and desperately willed himself to go back to sleep, but the slapping sound was making it impossible.
What was it?
At first, it sounded like the guys were still playing football in the hall. But the sound was closer. Whatever it was, it was coming from the other side of the room. It took a few seconds more for Alan to realize what the sound was--Jahlil was going at it with the girl he said he was bringing over.
Jahlil was usually somewhat discreet about it and would text Alan in advance to let him know he was bringing a girl over like he'd done earlier. Other times, Jahlil brought girls over while Alan was in the room studying or playing video games. Alan could always tell where things were headed when Jahlil started pawing at the girl's body. Before long, Jahlil would pull out his dick or start taking the girl's shirt off. Alan would try to make himself invisible while trying to catch a glimpse of a bra strap--or better yet, what was under the bra. But usually, the girl would catch him and whisper something to Jahlil who would in turn casually gesture for Alan to leave the room.
On rare occasions such as tonight, Jahlil would sneak the girl into their room during the night, in violation of the dorm visitation policy, while Alan was sleeping. Alan would either wake up in the morning to find her curled up in bed with Jahlil or wake up during the night to the hushed sounds of sex.
The truth was that the late-night visits were a rare treat for Alan. He didn't have a girlfriend of his own or even a 'friend with benefits.' Porn and his hand were all he had. Being able to hear and sometimes see it live always gave him a thrill that stuck in his mind and fueled a week's worth of jerk-off sessions.
On this night, Jahlil and the girl must've been too caught up in the moment to bother waking him after coming in and finding him on his bed with a sheet wrapped over his head. They might've even thought he was drunk and passed out because they were making no effort to hide what they were doing. The sound of skin slapping against skin pierced the pillow over Alan's head, keeping him wide awake. And hard.
He had been enjoying his sleep and didn't want Jahlil to know he was awake and kick him out. Still, he was desperate to take a look. Against his better judgement, he lifted the edge of the pillow and peeked out.
In the darkness, he could barely make out movement. The overhead lights were off, but Jahlil's desk lamp was on. As Alan's eyes adjusted, he could see a black girl on all fours in the middle of Jahlil's bed. Jahlil was knelt behind her, hands wrapped around her waist. The girl had dark skin and high, well-defined cheekbones. Long, thin braids were tied back in a ponytail that hung over her shoulder and reached down to the bed. Alan had seen the girl before but couldn't remember her name. But the way Jahlil ran through girls, it was impossible to keep track.
The girl lowered her head to the bed. Jahlil slammed his hips against her, each thrust driving her face into the mattress. Jahlil's sheets and blanket were a tangled mess that was bunched up at the other end of the bed. Behind them, their shadows danced against the wall. Alan was mesmerized by the display. He flexed his hips and pressed his hard dick against his mattress.
Laniyah. That was her name. Alan remembered Jahlil mentioning it in passing a few days before.
Laniyah moaned softly, but her voice was muffled by the mattress. Jahlil's biceps flexed as he shifted his grip to Laniyah's ass to gain more leverage. Even from Alan's angle across the room, he could tell that there was plenty enough there for Jahlil to use.
