i attended undergrad at a popular party school. while back in my hometown over break, a drunk acquaintance approached me at the bar. started talking about how he wanted to come visit. never liked this individual. i shrugged him off.
back at university, he started texting me all the time about coming up to visit. one weekend my housemates and i were throwing a big party. somehow he caught word. despite living hours away, he showed up. even though i did not like him, he wasn’t a terrible person and i wasn’t going to kick him out. nothing to do with me being meek, of course.
this guy was dating nikki. a true princess. tall as me with legs worth crying over. softball sized eyes that literally sparkle and a smile sweeter than candy. cropped russet hair with pretty curls. always wearing mini dresses and heels, but never looking the slightest bit trashy. a personality as alluring as her tight 20-year-old ass.
who knows why our princesses date these idiots. her attendance was the silver lining to his uninvited arrival. too shy to say much more than hi and give her a one-armed hover hug, i simply enjoy being in the same room as her.
some point in the early am, the guy tells me nikki is tired. is it ok if she lies down in my room? i kept my room locked during parties and certainly did not want anyone in there, but it’s not like i could be callous toward a partied-out angel needing a place to rest. the idea of her head on my pillow wasn’t appalling. yet i knew this guy was being conniving. it wasn’t nikki asking; it was him.
an hour or two later we clear the party and i retire to my room. alone, as always. that jackass is sleeping in my bed. with nikki. fortunately i have a spare blanket and i’m drunk enough to sleep on the hardwood floor. they are using both my pillows, so i bunch my hoodie.
as i’m laying there trying to find a position to sleep in the won’t leave me aching in the morning, i hear the wet sounds of drunken kissing. and then a lovely, girly moan. nikki is 10 feet away from me moaning in pleasure. half of those wet sounds are coming from her mouth. so much blood floods into my tiny cock. stretching out beyond its bounds. it hurts.
the kissing gets more intense. her moans become fevered. and i hear the mattress shifting to that dumbass’s humping motions. he’s fucking nikki in my bed. it wasn’t preceded by the rustle of a search. she must be on the pill and letting that jerk inside her without a condom.
i start working up the courage to tell them to show some respect. open my mouth and say the words, but my voice is so quiet that i can barely hear it. why even fight it. i reach down between my legs and start to carefully rub my little hardon. making sure not to make the slightest sound. i don’t want to disturb the drunk couple using my room, my bed, in my sheets.
she’s whimpering and calling out his name in hushed tones. i can hear how wet she is. i can hear him pushing in and out of her. trying to imagine her perfection, but he keeps on slipping into the image and mucking everything up. i can’t believe he gets to make her feel good. can’t believe she’s whispering his name.
i don’t have anything to cum into. the mess goes all over my hand, my stomach, my blanket. i abhor anything sticky being on me, especially my own filth. they’re still going at it. would be awkward to get up and leave the room. i’m too nervous to even move. and i wouldn’t want to interrupt nikki’s soft cries. coupled with his crass grunts. my twisted lullaby.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r5z8rk/wet_lullaby_beta_male_loser_voyeur_college_mf
Wow.. some people… You should of said… Is this your way of asking me if I want to have a 3sum… I bet they would of shit… Or said. Yes.