“So, I hear you’re the guy to see,” he said, his voice dripping with innuendo. “I was jerking off, and he asked if I wanted help. Some nights it was Lochlan, some nights Zack. The room was dark, but I could see the faint glisten of precum on the tip of his cock. It was warm, pulsing with life as I began to stroke him. If he was down, that meant I was officially the dorm’s designated cum dump. The first night in the dorm was supposed to be about unpacking, adjusting, and maybe a little awkward small talk. “Let’s see what you got,” he said, leaning back on his elbows. “Fuck, you’re good,” he muttered, his head falling back. He literally thought a straight friend was just that cool with jerking him off.