Foreign College Student doesn’t like to share his Cumdump.

All characters are 18+Prequel: https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/s/YRDMkf0biwThis story happened months after Mike moved in.On a random Saturday morning, Mike barged in my room while I was watching porn. My bottom was naked, seeing this, he hugged me and put his hands on my butt. I wasn’t prepared to lay down and let him use me, so I resisted but he didn’t let go. He squeezed my buttcheeks and pulled me in closer. I could feel our cocks were getting hard through the fabric of his shorts. Mike was going commando. I finally said yes but he had to let me prepare. Hearing this, he walked out of my room with a smirk on his face.After drilling me, he collapsed on his bed and told me to take a shower, his friends were coming over.I spent 30 minutes in the shower, overthinking everything. I was a bit disappointed. As a friend, I wanted Mike to feel like he was mine alone. In the beginning, he did for the first couple of months. But then I heard laughter coming from outside, and I knew it had to be them. I threw on my usual outfit, a turtleneck, sweatpants and silently stepped out of the bathroom.They were gathered there, laughing and talking about something that seemed to involve me. Mike was in the middle of it all. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but it felt personal, and a sense of betrayal stirred in me. Just then, Mike walked toward the bathroom and spotted me leaning on the doorframe of my bedroom. His expression was normal, he was looking at me with those beautiful eyes and a satisfied smirk. I wasted no time and pulled him into my room.With all my strength, I pushed him against the wall and demanded to know why he had shared our secret with his friends. He seemed genuinely confused and explained that he hadn’t. He told me they were simply talking about how lucky and grateful he was to have found a place to stay. At that moment, I realized I might have been too loud, as the hallway had gone completely silent. Embarrassed, I apologized, and we moved past it. Mike then invited me into his room, where he introduced me to his friends as the homeowner. They all expressed their gratitude for letting them hang out there, explaining that their dorm’s air conditioning had broken, and the heat was unbearable.One by one, they introduced themselves. I recognize them from somewhere. It turned out they were my classmates, though they always sat in the front row during lectures, so I hadn’t really interacted with them before. There was Alex and Charlie, both tall at about 5’10, followed by Peter, who was just a little shorter than they were. Then there was Thomas, he was massive, at least 6’7. Talking to him meant hurting my neck, which was an unfamiliar experience for me. But for this story, I’ll only focus on Charlie. He was white, with pale skin, curly brown hair, and dark eyes, a typical college student I’d say.Not long after, I returned to my room. A few minutes later, I heard a knock on my door. It was Charlie. He asked if we could speak in private, so I invited him in and shut the door behind him. What happened next caught me completely off guard. Charlie asked if I was gay. I froze, unsure of how to respond. He quickly explained that he’d accidentally walked into my room earlier, thinking it was Mike’s, and noticed COMICS open on my laptop. Before anyone else could see, he’d closed it. His question lingered in the air, leaving me stunned and unsure of what to say.“Did you tell anyone?” I asked nervously.“No one. I haven’t told anyone.” He swore.I let out a sigh of relief and answered yes. We sat down on my bed, and I opened up about my story, leaving out anything related to Mike. Charlie listened intently, completely absorbed in what I was sharing. Yet, I couldn’t anticipate what would come next. Once I finished talking, he confessed something that caught me off guard. He admitted he’d had a crush on me ever since we shared a moment of eye contact in the cafeteria. He went on to say he’d been jealous of Mike for being my flatmate. His words were heartfelt, and I was genuinely touched, but the situation was complicated. I had Mike. I couldn’t just turn my back on him for someone else. Besides, Charlie was still a stranger to me. All I really knew about him was his name and where he lived.I felt torn, and before I could think it through, I leaned in, hoping he wouldn’t notice right away. When he realized what was happening, I quickly placed my hands on his cheeks and kissed him, completely catching him off guard. His reaction, surprise and confusion, told me everything I needed to know. Charlie wasn’t really into guys; he was drawn to people who didn’t appear overly masculine. The realization hit me, and I pulled back, telling him to leave my room. But instead of leaving, Charlie pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I could have easily fought back, kicking him in his nuts but I didn’t want to escalate it any further.“What now?” I whispered in his face. He sighed.“You’re even more pretty up close.” He got closer and whispered back.I felt myself blush at the compliment. Mike had never said anything like that to me before. He gently brushed my hair aside and kissed my forehead. As his head tilted downward, his lips came so close that I couldn’t resist, so I leaned in and kissed him again. He didn’t hesitate and kissed me passionately in return. We pulled away when we heard Mike’s door open. Worried his friends might catch us, we quickly exchanged numbers before he headed back to Mike’s room.A few hours later, Mike barged into my room without knocking again and asked what was for dinner. I was reading some gay stories gone wild, so I quickly switched tabs. Annoyed, I asked him why he didn’t knock. He apologized, saying he forgot. I let it go and asked what his friends wanted to eat. He went back to his room and returned a minute later, saying pizza delivery was fine, but steaks would be even better. I told him to give me an hour.I headed to the local butcher and bought four pounds of sirloin. As soon as I got back, I got straight to work. Even though I grew up with maids, my parents never let them cook, not because they didn’t trust them, but because they enjoyed cooking themselves and were better at it. The maids only handled the cooking when both of my parents were too tired. They taught me to cook from a young age hoping I would cook for them during holidays. Their favorite meal was steak and mashed potatoes.The boys smelled the aroma and came out of Mike’s room to see what I was doing. Mike wasn’t particularly surprised, he knew that I could cook, the rest were impressed and Charlie was awed. I told them to sit down while I was finishing the sauce. Charlie and I ate in silence while they talked about college life and girls. They joked around, saying that Mike was super lucky to have me as his friend and flatmate, Mike laughed it off saying his luck was his middle name. Funny, very funny, Mike. They thanked me for the meal and offered to clean the dishes. I refused, they were guests after all. How could I let my guests clean my dishes, especially after watching Charlie happily gobbled up 10 ounces worth of steak. So this is why my parents taught me how to cook, I understand it now. After I finished washing the dishes, Charlie approached me from behind like Mike did, although he was more gentle and sensitive. He asked if it would be possible for me to share my bed. Since there wasn’t enough room for four people, Alex, Mike, and Peter decided to sleep sideways on his bed. I agreed and then asked about Thomas. He explained that Thomas would take up too much space and crush us all if he slept in the same bed, so he was given the choice to sleep on the floor or the couch. I went over to Thomas and told him he could sleep in my bed because he was too tall to sleep on the couch, while Charlie and I could share the couch. Thomas thanked me and dove in my bed, quickly falling asleep. “The couch could fit both of us, but we’d need to squeeze.” I told Charlie. He glanced at me and did The Rock emoji, smirking. I burst out laughing.Later that night, I quietly slipped into Mike’s room without making a sound. They were fast asleep, curled up on top of each other. It was so adorable that I snapped a picture with my phone. I forgot to turn off the sound and flash, but luckily, it didn’t wake anyone, or so I thought. On my way out, I shut the door in a way that it would make a loud noise if someone opened it. Back in my room, I grabbed the special bag to take outside. That’s when I noticed Thomas on my bed, snoring and hugging my pillows. I couldn’t help but think, “Damn, he’d be one hell of a mountain to climb.” Soon after, I returned to Charlie and got on top of him, pushing him against the couch. We started making out. He was a good kisser. His hands explored my body while his tongue went wild in my mouth. I couldn’t think of anything else except what was in front of me. I grabbed his cock through his shorts and I felt it in my hand. It was average, 5’ hard but didn’t matter to me. All I wanted then to do was to have this boy’s cock inside my mouth. (I still want to now).I sat down underneath him and leaned on his crotch. Then I pulled down his shorts and his cock recoiled but I didn’t flinch, it hit my chin so I repositioned it onto my lips. Next, I started stroking his cock slowly while licking his tip. He was leaking so much. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t maintain eye contact, and had to look away, I was driving him insane. I stopped playing around and cupped his balls. He let out a moan , it’s quite cute, but I was just getting started. I licked his shaft up and down before I engulfed his tip.“Jake. Where did you learn this?” He asked while moaning softly.“Comics.” I pulled out and replied.“Don’t stop.” He groaned.I gave him a blowjob he’d remember for the rest of his life. It was so good, by the end of it, he grabbed my head and pulled me down into his crotch. It was fully in and I could barely breathe. His cum was thick, much thicker than Mike’s and I could feel it linger on the top of my throat after I pulled out. Charlie wasn’t done. He politely asked me if he could fuck me. His face was so cute. I agreed and he quickly undressed me. That’s when he saw the marks on my shoulders. He caressed them and asked me:“These are new. Is this Rebound?”“I can explain.” Then I froze trying to think of what to say. I couldn’t say that Mike did it, that would make things awkward for all of us.“I don’t care anymore. Come here.” Charlie threw me onto my stomach and locked my legs together. I was overwhelmed and forgot protection. He lubed me up and grinded on my ass for a moment before putting it inside. His cock was steaming hot. Next, he pressed my wrists on my lower back really hard. My arms soon got tired. He thrusted faster and faster. His cock didn’t go deep, but it hit the right spot every time it went in. I squirted before coming. When he was close, he quickly pulled out and turned me over. It was right in my face so I stuck my tongue out to get a taste of his precum. Again, sweet, just like him. He stood up and came all over my face. I quickly went to the bathroom and cleaned up. While in the bathroom, I secretly wiped the cum on my face into my mouth. When I came back, Charlie was already asleep. There was not much space left so I squeezed into the side of his stomach and moved his arms around me. Then I repositioned our legs to be intertwined and kissed him before falling asleep in his chest.When we woke up, I turned around to see the boys were looking at us. Mike’s eyes were switching between my bag and me, the rest joked about how we were doing such a gay thing. This time, Mike wasn’t laughing, he looked serious.