His roommate walks in

He has his pants around his ankles and saucy pics of boys working in customer service in various state of undress on his monitor, when he's caught red handed by his roommate entering the dorm.

Fuck.

In a previous life Justin's roommate Oliver was a real intolerant ass. He was the head of the conservative youth in politics club, and had very strong opinions about gay people. He was the last person Justin would have ever trusted telling he was gay to. He was a lanky 5'11 redhead dickwad, who wore nothing but button ups and turtle necks. He worshipped elon musk and laughed at his own mean spirited jokes. Justin simply tolerated him more than anything. They had never been very close. Now Oliver was standing right in front of Justin, half naked in a swivel chair with his clitdick hanging out and his juices all over the chair. For a hot second Justin was moments away from a panic attack before he stopped for a moment and took in the Oliver in front of him right now. This was not at all the Oliver Justin feared and loathed from before. He stood at 5'7 with a hoodie one cropped just below the collar bone. His belly button pierced, and his short skirt pleated. He wore the cutest pastel thigh high socks, and his hips flared considerably. Most shocking of all however, Oliver didnt look surprised or mad or upset to have caught justin wet handed. Rather his face was a bright shade of pink. Oliver bit his lower lip before turning to stare in any other direction.

"Sorry Justin, I should have knocked. Just wanted to grab my switch was all. It's funny Oliver never had much interest in his old world, but Justin's first thought was about how often he loses that damn thing. An image flashes through his eyes as he realized he knows where it is.

"I think I remember it being on my bed last. I saw it between the mattress and the wall this morning." He says standing up, to gesture towards his room.

Somehow Oliver's face turns a deeper shade of red as he mumbles.

"Oh, I must have left it there after last night."

"Wait what were you doing in my room last night?" Justin wonders out loud.

"S- stop, you know how easy I am to tease!" He pouts.

"Huh?"

"Oh I say playing dumb. M-maybe you need me to remind you?" Oliver says suddenly stepping in real close.

Suddenly Justins face turns a very similar red hue as he's now distinctly aware he never pulled up his pants. He can feel Olivers bulge up against his wet mound, and his warm breath on his neck.

"Oliver, I–"

"Bleh that's olive to you mister. Only my parents call me Oliver you know that." He says, scrunching up his face.

"Olive-" Justin starts again right before his roommate disappears right in front of him.

Olive is on his knees before Justin could blink.

"Ohhh, oh fuck." Justin shudders, as he realizes what's happening.

Olive slowly starts kissing his way up Justins thigh, while still maintaining eye contact. His hands naturally find their resting spot tangled in Olives curly hair, as Justin's quick hardening chaulk rises to attention. Olive kisses my wet mounds outer lips working his way to my happy button. He kisses the glans before licking the length of it, and getting under the hood. He teases the bean for a while before sucking on it, as Justin pushes his head onto his clitdick. Olive swirls his tongue around it as Justin steps out of the pants around his ankles. Justin pulls him off by his hair, and Olive looks up at him like he kicked his pet dog. With his knees beneath him, and his arch backed, from this angle Justin realizes he has a perfect view of his ass from above. He can almost hear Olive whimper as he hold him away from his bean. Being the merciful master he is Justin guides him lower down his slit. Olive drinks up his juices, as he dives nose deep into Justin's boy pussy. Olive eats him out like its the only meal he's ever had.

Justin can feel himself getting closer, and not wanting it to end too soon he pulls Olive away again. He doesnt have time to react this time however, as Justin lifts him up to his feet by his hoodie. He's surprisingly light Justin muses to himself as he throws Olive back onto the couch behind them. Justin crawls over the armrest onto the couch towards him, taking off his jacket, and Olive's panties in that order. Olive's eyes are filled with shock fear and excitement. Justin lIfts his skirt and gets ready to mount him, when my phone goes off like a perfectly timed cock block time bomb in the jacket he just shed.