University had been an experience, that was for sure. It was really more of a community college, if Leo was being honest, but if that was the way the place wanted to market itself, far be it from him to contradict the message. “Refuge Point University” looked better on a résumé than “Refuge Point Community College,” anyway.

If he’d had the option, Leo would have gone to Bandler, the private university just outside of town. He’d been there on a tour once, and nearly fainted when he saw the figure for the cost of tuition. The number was considerably more than the dojo made in a year, and it didn’t even include other essential expenses like housing, textbooks, equipment, and food.

There were some full-ride scholarships on offer, but Leo wasn’t nearly smart enough to qualify for the scarce handful of those. He had enough going on in his life that he was fine not having to worry about competing with Refuge Point’s best and brightest.

He didn’t really mind it, though. He had his ambitions, his dreams of being successful, just like any other guy. He hoped that one day, he’d be able to make it big and pay Trevor back for taking him in, but he didn’t think that going to a private institution was a prerequisite for all that. It was a leg up, for sure, but an advantage was all that it was.

Leo didn’t even really want to go to a private university. Maybe it was a silly ego thing, but it wasn’t like there hadn’t been success stories out of RPU. Miranda Stendler used to go to RPU, and now she was a billionaire. Jonis Flynt barely graduated from RPU but was now running a multinational.

He wanted to prove that he had what it took to be one of those people. He wanted to show the world that it was true—that a person didn’t need to be born with a silver spoon to make it big in the end.

Leo understood that there would be fewer doors for him compared to the kids that went to Bandler, but honestly, part of him was proud of that. He’d been playing life on hard mode, born with a lead spoon more than a silver spoon, but he liked to think that he’d done pretty well for himself.

He’d had to work hard for everything that he had, so that made his accomplishments way more valuable, as far as he was concerned. He certainly didn’t think that someone who went to a private university was better than him by default.

Those guys just had a head start. Leo was sure he could overtake them, just as long as he worked hard enough. The problem was, he’d recently hit a bit of a stumbling block. It didn’t even have anything to do with university directly; it was just that things were a bit weird at home.

He was sitting in his kinesiology class, but his attention was elsewhere entirely. His mind kept wandering back to the shit that had happened earlier in the day.

Leo wasn’t sure if the others were blind or if they were just pretending not to notice what was going on. The atmosphere had been so charged with sexual energy lately and he didn’t know what to make of it.

Honestly, part of him was scared of bumping into anyone else at home. Things felt so tense and wound up that he was afraid he’d just randomly pop a boner the moment he made physical contact with one of his brothers. Or worse, he’d notice that they had a massive hard-on of their own.

Gods. The sexual tension was so thick in the air when everyone was home that Leo sometimes felt like he could cut it with a knife. He couldn’t help but wonder, sometimes, if some secret government program had somehow leaked powerful aphrodisiacs into the water supply.

It was especially bad whenever Trevor was around. Leo couldn’t help but flush as the image of his father came to the fore of his mind, unbidden.

Leo had never had occasion to question his sexuality. He’d always thought he was straight, though he’d never really shown any particular interest in women. It was just that he’d never imagined he was anything except straight.

The way Trevor was dressing, though… It was as if his father had done a complete 180 in terms of fashion sense. Everything was fitted. Everything was revealing.

It wasn’t just the clothes, though, now that Leo was thinking about it. The way Trevor was acting had changed, too. It was as if Trevor was showing off.

Leo didn’t want to say that Trevor was showing off for him specifically. That was probably a step too far in the narcissistic, self-important direction. Sometimes, though, he just couldn’t help but wonder.

He tried not to. Wonder, that was. He didn’t want to insult the image of his adoptive father by thinking those things. And besides, it was wrong for a dad to have those sorts of intentions toward his son. Even if they weren’t related by blood.

Still, it did look that way sometimes. Not that Leo could blame Trevor for wanting to show off, though. His dad’s body was one that deserved to be put on display and grab attention.

Leo was torn. He wanted to be proud of Trevor for being more body positive. Scratch that. He was proud. It was just that at the same time, it was making things weird. It was giving him thoughts. Thoughts that should have been and that he knew to be wrong, but thoughts that he couldn’t resist, anyway.

His thoughts turned back to this morning. He was a heavy sleeper sometimes. To the point that an alarm clock blaring right next to his ear wasn’t normally enough to wake him up. Derek was usually the one to shake him awake, but he supposed Trevor must have been home when his clock went off this time.

Trevor was home much later into the day than he used to be. It was the new job, if Leo had to guess. The hours were more reasonable, which he was pretty happy about, but it meant that Trevor had taken over for Derek when it came to waking him up.

He had been bleary-eyed and half-asleep when Trevor shook him awake. His alarm had been ringing, so he’d sat up halfway and reached over, realizing only once he’d hit the snooze that he was staring Trevor right in the crotch—and that Trevor was wearing just a pair of briefs that were struggling to contain his morning wood.

Leo licked his lips and shook his head. He stared hard at the blank page his notebook was open to, trying not to relive the events of the morning. He should have been paying attention to the lecture and writing things down instead of dwelling on something so perverse, but it was all coming in one ear and going out the other.

His cock twitched in his pants. Remembering the sight of Trevor’s massive dick print twitching mere inches in front of his face was enough to get him horny again. It was just like this morning. He felt his whole body heat up. His ears felt like they were going to burst into flames.

This really wasn’t the kind of thing Leo should have been thinking about. Today’s lecture was supposed to be an important one. But he couldn’t help himself. For all the discipline and mental fortitude that his martial arts training was supposed to have taught him, it was like he was back there, in bed, Trevor’s bulge hovering just in front of his face all over again. And he felt just as helpless now as he had at the time.

He chewed on his lower lip. He could practically still feel the heat radiating from that dick print. The memory was that vivid. He’d stared at it. For way longer than was appropriate to stare at any man’s dick, and especially his adoptive dad’s.

Leo had wanted so badly to just stick his head forward a bit—to press his lips against the obscene outline of Trevor’s cock. He couldn’t even begin to describe just how powerful the urge had been.

He had never thought of himself as gay, or even remotely bisexual before. He’d never seen other guys in that sort of way. Sure, he could tell when a guy was attractive, but guys had never been attractive to him. And yet the compulsion to kiss his own adoptive dad’s fat dick had been so overwhelming all the same.

Leo’s cock pressed up against his leg. He was fucking leaking. He wanted nothing more than to fish it out and jerk it, but he was in class.

He bit down on the knuckles of one hand. He balled the other into a fist and thumped it on the desk. He ended up being a bit more forceful than he’d intended, drawing some looks from the people sitting closest to him.

Leo ducked his head. It was embarrassing. Even though people were looking at him as if he’d gone crazy, the only thought going through his head was whether they’d notice if he slipped a hand down the front of his pants.

As if things weren’t bad enough with Trevor, his brothers were acting weird, too. They might have thought that he was too caught up in his own world to notice, but he wasn’t blind.

It wasn’t like they’d ever had anything to hide. Living in a house with four other guys meant that, at this point, Leo had seen all his brothers naked. And they’d definitely seen him naked, too.

It was just another fact of life, another aspect of living in close proximity to four other dudes. It never used to matter if they bumped into one of the others naked while getting out of the shower.

The awkwardness was new, and Leo hated it. He didn’t know, exactly, when things changed, only that it was recently.

Everyone was so jumpy now. They used to be a very physical, touchy-feely family, but he could hardly remember the last time Marcus hugged him. Or the last time Derek clapped a hand on his shoulder.

The bathroom was an especially sore spot. Trevor was pretty much the only one that still seemed to do things as usual. Marcus, Tristan, and Derek, on the other hand, all acted super weird whenever they bumped into anyone else right after taking a shower.

Leo had noticed the lingering glances, too. He’d caught his brothers eyeing him a couple of times when they thought he wasn’t paying attention. They always pretended they weren’t looking when he tried to catch them, but he’d never felt so watched in his home.

It would have been creepy if he’d felt that they were suspicious of him, but the vibe he was getting was entirely different. They were looking at him as if they wanted to do unspeakable things to him. Not horrible things, necessarily, just deeply disturbing and perverse things.

The worst part was that there was a small part of Leo that wanted them to try.

The thing was, he wasn’t an innocent party in all of this. He’d been just as awkward and skittish as the rest of his brothers, afraid they’d see him in a different light if they found out he was popping random boners every time he bumped into one of them.

It was mildly disturbing, if he was being honest. They were supposed to be family. He wasn’t supposed to have these sorts of thoughts. But his brothers were attractive. He couldn’t deny that. He’d tried, but he couldn’t.

Leo was just as guilty of staring and pretending not to when he was caught. He was part of why there was so much sexual tension in the house. There were girls that had made his body respond like this before, but these days, his brothers were having the same effect on him.

The random boners were awkward and inconvenient. He always had to try to hide them before anyone noticed. And he had to pretend that he didn’t see his brothers doing the same.

There was a part of Leo that wanted to just say fuck it and make the first move. He was the youngest, anyway. The most immature by default. If he’d been misreading the signals and things went wrong, then they were probably going to think he was just playing a prank or being a little shit.

He couldn’t, though. It was wrong. It was taboo. These were his brothers. His family. He couldn’t think of them that way.

Leo was just pent up. That was all it was. He had to blow off some steam and it would soon pass. He hoped it would, anyway. He didn’t know how much longer things were going to be tenable at home.

He needed relief, and fast. Things were a powder keg at home. He was afraid an orgy might break out at the slightest provocation. And the fucked up thing was that he didn’t think he would particularly mind right now.

Leo was about to moan when he realized he was rubbing his cock through his pants. He hadn’t even registered that he was moving his hand down between his legs. It was a good thing that he’d caught himself.

Suddenly, people started packing up their desks. He looked around in confusion. It was supposed to be a three-hour lecture, but it had only been about 15 minutes, he was pretty sure.

Leo glanced at the clock on his phone, eyes growing wide. His heart sank. He’d been more out of it than he thought. Kinesiology happened to be his favorite class, and he usually had no problem paying attention to the lectures.

He looked up and saw that there were numbers on the whiteboard, but no context for them. They looked like page numbers—assigned reading, maybe?—but he couldn’t be sure.

The class instructor was Malcolm McInnes, a doctoral candidate. He was a handsome guy, which Leo noticed before but never really appreciated until recently. He also clearly worked out because even though he wore button-up shirts to class, they were well-fitted enough to hint at the physique that hid underneath.

“Quick reminder, before you all dash out and I lose you to the hustle and bustle of college life? Midterm papers are due in about three weeks.” McInnes waved a sheaf of submissions in the air. “And if you haven’t already submitted a shortlist of topics for pre-approval, you should do that by the end of this week at the latest so that you have enough time to finish your paper by the deadline.”

Leo’s heart skipped a beat. McInnes was looking straight at him.

“Mr. Chan?” said McInnes, “If you could stay for just a few minutes. There’s something I want to talk to you about. Just as long as it won’t be a major inconvenience.”

Leo was mortified. Some of the students in the immediate vicinity gave him a look. His super-hearing let him in on the fact that they were speculating about why McInnes was holding him back.

He wanted to tell them to mind their own fucking business, but he bit his tongue. As he waited for everyone else to leave, he took the opportunity to think. He couldn’t quite grasp why McInnes would have asked to talk to him.

“Usually, when I ask students to stay behind for a bit, they come down to the front to talk,” said McInnes, once he and Leo were the only people in the lecture hall.

Leo was flustered. It was only as he tried to get up from his seat that he realized he had a massive erection. His shirt wasn’t long enough to cover up, and his pants were too tight to hide it.

If he got up now, McInnes was going to see that he was as stiff as a steel rod. But if he didn’t get up, McInnes was going to think he was being weird. Maybe it was juvenile, but the last thing that he wanted was for McInnes to think that he was weird.

Leo stared at his things on the desk and took a breath. He had no choice. He grabbed his notebook off the table but didn’t put it in his backpack. Instead, he held it in front of his crotch as he got up, trying not to look too suspicious as he did so.

He felt like an idiot as he gingerly stepped around the chairs in his row. As soon as he was in one of the aisles, he made his way down to the front.

The closer he got to the desk and projector, the more he couldn’t help but realize just how truly handsome McInnes was. The guy could be on the cover of a fashion magazine and he’d look right at home.

Leo’s cock jumped a bit at the realization. Before he knew it, his face was heating up. He used all his willpower to fight down the blush, but it was useless. His cheeks felt like they were about to burst into flames.

“I was starting to think that you were going to make me come up to you, Leo,” said McInnes.

Leo’s eyes widened. “I-I can’t—I won’t—I wouldn’t ever do that,” he said, tripping over himself in his haste to explain. “I-I promise I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful. I-I just spaced out.”

“Relax, Leo,” said McInnes. “This isn’t anything as serious as you’re imagining.”

“It isn’t? Thank the gods,” Leo breathed. “I’m so sorry, Sir. It’s just that I’ve got a lot of things on my mind.”

Part of him wanted to say that McInnes was on his mind. But that was stupid. He couldn’t say that. He would get in trouble. And he had better stop thinking about it before he said it out loud. It was only when he saw the confused little smile McInnes was wearing that he realized he had said it out loud.

McInnes cleared his throat and gave Leo a knowing look. He had the grace to steer clear of the comment, though. "Look, the only reason I asked you to stay behind is that I’ve noticed a bit of a decline in your participation.

"Now, I’m not really the kind of guy to be harping on about these things, since I was never much of a good student myself, but I promised I would be a better teacher than I was a student.

“And one thing I’ve noticed is that you’ve been increasingly distracted these past few days. I just wanted to check in and make sure that everything was alright. Here and at home.”

“I-I’m fine, Sir, just… head full with other things,” said Leo, his cheeks heating up even further.

“Things are a bit weird at home but—” He was about to elaborate when he managed to bite his tongue. He felt like a schoolgirl with a massive crush, losing all semblance of social skills in the presence of their infatuation.

It took nearly all of Leo’s willpower to stop himself from blabbering on. “It’ll be fine, Sir. It’s just some circumstances have changed, but we’re adjusting and things will settle, eventually. It’s just going to take some time, that’s all.”

“Well, alright. If you say so,” said McInnes. “But remember, if you need anything, just ask. Oh, also, I think this is a good time to remind you that you’ve missed three assignment hand-ins.”

“Oh, I’m so, so sorry, Sir. I’ll get those to you ASAP,” said Leo, even more mortified at this point than before.

“It’s alright. Next time, if you’re dealing with stuff, just ask for an extension. As long as you’re being reasonable and acting in good faith, I’d be more than happy to accommodate your needs,” said McInnes.

Leo couldn’t help but blush. His cock twitched in his pants. Words came to his lips, “I’ve got some needs that I’d like you to accommodate, Sir,” but never left them, thank the gods.

He scratched his cheek and gave McInnes a curd nod. “Thank you, Sir,” he said, “I’m genuinely grateful and I appreciate knowing someone’s looking out for me.”

“It’s no big deal,” said McInnes. “I just want all my students to succeed.”

That was heartening to hear, but Leo didn’t remember McInnes approaching any other student like this. He didn’t want to give himself any ideas, but it definitely felt like he was being given special treatment.

McInnes reached over and squeezed Leo’s shoulder. “I see a lot of untapped potential in you, Leo. It’s my duty as your teacher to help you realize it. Because it would be a shame to squander those talents.”

Leo blushed even harder. “Thank you for the compliment, Sir. I-I’ll do my best to make sure your faith in me isn’t misplaced.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” said McInnes with a laugh. “Anyway, that’s all I wanted to talk to you about. We should get out of here before the next class comes in. Besides, you know what my office hours are. If you have any questions or even if you just want to talk, you can come see me. Or send an email, that’s alright too. I always try to respond as soon as I can.”

“Thank you, Sir, I appreciate that. I hope you have a good day.”

“You too.”

---

Outside the lecture hall, Leo bumped into the closest thing he had to a best friend. He didn’t share any classes with Yuri, but the two of them had a free period immediately after his kinesiology lecture.

“Hey, man. What was that about?” said Yuri. “I heard McInnes asked you to stay behind.”

Leo felt the tips of his ears get hot, but he just waved away Yuri’s question. “He just wanted to talk about my missed assignments.”

“Wait. Whoa. Hold on. Hang on a minute. You have missed assignments? Mr. Perfect Little Student, you have missed assignments?” said Yuri. “I thought you were a better student than that, man!”

Leo sighed.

Yuri’s expression shifted to one of concern. He draped an arm over Leo’s shoulder as he quietly said, “Well, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” Leo looked over his shoulder just in time to see McInnes exit the lecture hall. Their gazes met and McInnes gave him a smile and a little wave.

He smiled and waved back, then ducked his head and blushed with embarrassment when he realized what that little interaction must have looked like.

“What was that about?” said Yuri. He’d watched the whole interaction unfold and had asked before looking at Leo and seeing the reaction. “Wait. You’re blushing. Oh, my god. You’re blushing. Holy shit, man. The professor?”

Leo swatted Yuri on the arm, shushing him as he dragged him down the hall, further down the opposite direction from where McInnes had headed. “He’s a doctoral candidate, not a professor!” he said.

“Well, he’s teaching your class, isn’t he, so what difference does it make, Leo?” said Yuri. “Is that why you’re trying to hide that you have a massive stiffy right now?”

“You should shut the fuck up, man,” Leo growled under his breath, his face turning a dark shade of scarlet. But after a few moments of awkward silence, he admitted, “Well… Honestly? I don’t know. The only thing I’m sure about is that I’m horny as hell, bro.”

Yuri made a quick, mostly discreet jerking motion with his hand. “You should take care of that before anyone notices.”

Leo grabbed Yuri by the wrist and forced him to put his hand down. “I can’t do that at school!” he said.

Yuri shrugged. “You don’t have to, bro. I’ve got a dorm. My jackass roommate isn’t supposed to be back until the evening, anyway.”

Leo steered the both of them down a less busy hallway. Thank goodness he did, because Yuri took the chance to grab himself through his pants and said, “Honestly, you’ve got me all horned up, too. We could probably jerk off together.”

His cock twitched. Before he could stop himself, he’d already blurted out, “I think that could be hot.”

Yuri grinned. “I didn’t think you’d agree,” he said.

Well, Leo was never a prude. Trevor had taught him to have a positive relationship with sex. It was just one of those things that tended not to come up in casual conversation, though.

And again, he’d always thought of himself as straight. The notion of experimenting had never even crossed his mind. But if he was going to experiment and explore his sexuality, was he ever going to find a better opportunity to do that than with Yuri?

“Shh. I don’t want to think about it, man,” said Leo. He really didn’t. Because that way lay second thoughts and he just needed this right now. “I just want to get my rocks off. I feel like I’m about to explode.”

Yuri laughed. “Fine by me,” he said.

---

Yuri’s side of the dorm room was quite neat. There was a bisexual pride flag hung up on the wall. His bed was made and everything that could have been put away, was.

The other half of the room was less orderly. It wasn’t a dump, but it was pretty obvious that the person who occupied that half didn’t care nearly as much as Yuri did about keeping things tidy. The sheets were in a crumpled heap in the middle of the bed, for one.

There was a football on the nightstand. There was a pair of crossed flags for the college team pinned to the wall. “Does Bart have to be so obnoxiously straight?” said Leo, shaking his head and rolling his eyes as he turned away.

Yuri chuckled. “The guy’s probably so deep in the closet he’s in Narnia, man. Don’t knock him for trying to fit in.”

Leo gave Yuri a small smile. He was a lot less excited about this than he had been. At the start, the idea had been fresh, and the horniness had been at its worst. Now he was a lot more nervous, and it only got worse as he sat down on the edge of Yuri’s bed.

They were quiet for a moment. Then the mattress dipped as Yuri took a seat beside Leo, making his heart skip a beat.

“H-how are we going to do this?” Leo stammered.

Yuri tilted his head and looked at Leo as if he’d grown two heads. “What do you mean?” he said with a quiet laugh. “We’re gonna do it the same way men throughout history have done it. We’re going to get naked, whip our cocks out, and jerk off.”

“A-am I gonna have to touch yours?” Leo said, rather timidly, as he stole a glance between Yuri’s legs.

Yuri snorted. “Not unless you want to,” he said.

Leo licked his lips. The bulge in Yuri’s pants was sizable, he had to admit. “Well…”

If he was being honest, this had gone maybe a bit too far. He wasn’t even sure he should be doing this. He didn’t want to damage his and Yuri’s friendship in case things went wrong. Fuck. He hoped it wasn’t too late to back out now.

“Oh, stop overthinking and just go with the flow, man. It doesn’t have to be as complicated as all that,” said Yuri. “Touch my cock. Don’t touch my cock. As long as you touch yours and get your rocks off, I don’t really care.”

“W-well, I’m not exactly opposed to the idea…” Leo mumbled.

“Well, there you go then,” said Yuri as he reached over to tug on the bottom hem of Leo’s shirt. “Now, you’re overdressed for this. Let’s get this off.”

Leo didn’t resist. He obediently raised his arms over his head as Yuri peeled his shirt off. It was while his face was covered with the fabric of his shirt that he heard Yuri whistle and say, “Damn, Leo. You look great without a shirt on.”

Heat bloomed across Leo’s cheeks as Yuri peeled the shirt the rest of the way off his torso. He felt strangely vulnerable and self-conscious. Yuri’s gaze was on him, and he could feel it.

As soon as the shirt was out of the way, Yuri placed a hand on Leo’s stomach. “I always thought you’d look great under that shirt but damn, you’ve been holding back on me, man. When were you gonna tell me I had a friend with a six-pack?”

Leo shivered, his stomach tensing as Yuri’s fingers dipped through the ridges and valleys of his stomach. “I-It’s not that impressive,” he said. “You should see my older brothers. M-my dad!”

The image of Trevor came to Leo’s mind unbidden at the mention. His cock twitched in response and he could only hope that Yuri hadn’t noticed.

“Well, I don’t care about them,” said Yuri. “You’re the one who’s in front of me.”

It was weird. Part of him felt like he should take the dismissiveness as an insult, but, then again, for the first time in his life, he didn’t feel overshadowed by the other men in his family.

Leo’s cock throbbed. It was almost painful how hard he was. He liked the attention. He’d never realized how good it could feel for someone to find him attractive, but now he kind of couldn’t get enough of it.

Yuri pulled back and grinned. “Here, return the favor,” he said, raising his arms over his head as he cast a pointed glance at the bottom hem of his shirt.

Leo felt like a clumsy idiot as he fumbled with Yuri’s shirt. It was such a simple task and yet, somehow, he managed to bungle it.

Yuri didn’t complain, though. He just leaned back and let Leo do his thing. The bulge between his legs visibly twitched, though. He was pretty clearly enjoying this. Leo couldn’t help but look.

When the shirt was finally gone, Yuri leaned forward and looked at Leo. “Take your cock out,” he said as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and slipped them off.

Under his jeans, Yuri was wearing a pair of bikini briefs. As soon as he’d kicked his pants away, he sat on the edge of the bed with his legs spread, his cock barely contained by his underwear.

Yuri pulled the pouch of his briefs to the side. The fabric was stained dark, probably with pre-cum. As soon as he freed it, his cock sprang up, throbbing and very clearly leaking.

Leo had seen bigger dicks, but never in this kind of context. It was kind of hot, he had to admit, having another man’s cock so hard and so close.

“Like what you see?” said Yuri with a grin.

Leo could only nod.

Yuri thrust his hips up, making his dick bounce. “You can touch it if you want.”

Leo’s breath caught in his throat. Maybe just a little touch. A single little touch couldn’t harm, right?

He reached over and loosely wrapped his fingers around the shaft of Yuri’s erection. It wasn’t like he’d never held a cock before, but he’d never held one that wasn’t his own.

The weight, texture, and feel were all different. It was alien and exciting. Not to mention, he could feel the pulse of Yuri’s heartbeat racing through his meat.

The weird thing was that Leo didn’t feel awkward at all, gripping Yuri’s cock. It felt… natural, somehow.

“Bro, I’m not made out of glass,” said Yuri with a laugh. “It’s not gonna snap if you hold it tighter.”

“O-oh. I’m sorry,” Leo muttered. He did as he was told, though, marveling at the way that Yuri’s cock felt in his hand.

Yuri sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth. His cheeks flushed a faint pink. The next time he took a breath, he sounded a bit shaky. “Wow. You’re surprisingly good at this.”

Leo flushed at the compliment. It gave him the push he needed to keep going. He tightened his grip more, moving his hand up and down Yuri’s cock at an even, but quickly improving pace.

A quiet moan spilled from Yuri’s lips as he bucked his hips and fucked the loose ring that Leo’s fingers made. At the same time, he reached across and grabbed Leo’s cock.

The response was immediate. Leo’s erection jumped, bringing a low groan to his lips. A single touch and he was leaking profusely already.

Leo looked up and met Yuri’s gaze. “Fuck. Thank you. This feels so fucking good,” he groaned.

Yuri laughed. “If you think this is good, you should see what else is possible,” he said.

“W-what else can I do?” said Leo.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Yuri’s mouth. “If you come back for a second round one of these days, I’ll think about showing you then.”

“S-sure,” Leo moaned, his own hips starting to move on their own.

Yuri got bolder. He turned toward Leo. He ran his free hand all over Leo’s body, his fingers exploring the contours of all of Leo’s hard muscles.

“You should have told me you were this fucking hot,” said Yuri. “I would have told you that you need to show it off more.”

Those words triggered Leo’s memory of Trevor’s outfits over the past little while. He couldn’t help but imagine wearing the same things. Fuck. He’d look great in some of those outfits, too, and it was such a turn-on, knowing that.

Leo’s cheeks took on a deep shade of red. He moaned as Yuri’s thumb rubbed slow circles around his glans, the copious pre-cum leaking from him making his dick slick and slippery in Yuri’s hand.

The hornier that Leo got, the faster he jerked Yuri’s dick. For a moment, the only sound that could be heard in the room was the sound of two guys jerking each other off.

Yuri was dripping all over Leo’s hand. His pre-cum had covered Leo’s knuckles a few layers deep. “I can’t… I can’t hold on any longer,” he said, his cock straining hard in Leo’s grip even as Leo pumped his fist faster and faster along the length of Yuri’s dick.

“I-I’m gonna…” Yuri never finished the sentence. He tilted his head back and moaned, his hips bucking desperately as he fucked Leo’s fingers. A moment later, he was shooting.

Leo watched, enraptured, as the first spurt of cum shot out of Yuri’s dick. It arced beautifully through the air, landing on Yuri, of course. Thick ropes of hot cum burst out of Yuri’s cock, drenching him and Leo’s hand at the same time.

Like dominoes falling one after the other, seeing Yuri come set Leo off, too. A surge of arousal more powerful than anything he’d ever experienced washed over him. His entire body locked up. His toes curled. He’d have moaned if he could, but it was as if the sound was trapped in his throat.

Leo had barely started shooting when the door suddenly banged open. Into the room swaggered Bart, the roommate. His first words were, “Sup, faggot?” before he even took a look inside the room.

At the same time, Leo and Yuri both noticed that Bart wasn’t alone. There were a bunch of football goons behind him. And everyone looked shocked.

Leo was mortified, but there was no stopping what had already been set in motion. He turned to face the door, his cock slipping out of Yuri’s hand, and then the first shot went off.

Rope after rope of hot, thick cum blasted into the air, only to land right back on Leo. He couldn’t help but moan, either, the sound slipping out of him before he could stop himself. Suffice it to say, he’d made a spectacle of himself for their audience.

There was stunned silence for a moment, and then snide looks and snickering. Bart snorted and said, “So this is what you degenerate freaks get up to when you think I’m going to be away. Well, I should have known. I’m only surprised it didn’t happen sooner.”

Bart narrowed his eyes at Yuri. “I figured it was only going to be a matter of time before I caught you doing some sick, perverted shit.” Behind Bart, his goons laughed snidely.

Leo was beet red. Of all the times for Yuri’s roommate to come back to their dorm room with friends… He was mortified. He couldn’t show his face again at the university. He had to move cities and change names.

Well, there was one other thing he had to do first: get out. Cheeks burning with shame and humiliation, he snatched his clothes up and scurried out, his cock still hanging out of his pants.

“Wait, Leo!” Yuri called out after him, but too late.

“Yeah, that’s right, you little fucking queer! Walk of shame! Walk of shame!” Bart brayed at the top of his lungs.

The racket drew the students out of their rooms, or at least had them peeking to see what was causing all the commotion. Leo tried to get out of there as quickly as possible, but he was hounded the whole way by Bart and his goons, chanting “Walk of Shame!” over and over again.

It was the single most humiliating thing that Leo had experienced in his life. And yet, for some reason, his cock still hadn’t gone down.

He ducked into a side hallway and made sure to adjust himself. It wasn’t much, but considering how fucking horny he was, he had to at least try to hide his shame. It was going to be substantially more difficult trying to clean up from all the cum that had landed on him.

Leo was just going to have to hope that no one would notice.