Rest

When I came back to my room, I found it weird that it was unlocked and Ethan was already back from his “all day gone with his girlfriend”. He was sitting on his bed playing in his Switch.

“Aren't you supposed to be out? Like, all day out?”

He answered without lowering his game.

“Yeah, lad. Apparently my girlfriend got a roommate now and I can't be there all the time.” He was bothered, for what I could tell.

“That sucks.” I said.

I jumped in my bed and checked my phone for a while until Ethan noticed I'd arrived with my gym bag.

“You went to the gym? Is it open today?” He pointed towards it.

“No, it's not. My—” I cleared my throat. “Friend got the keys.”

“What?! How? You arrived here two days ago. How could you possibly have met someone who has free access to it?” He blurted out.

“I—” I was speechless. So, Ethan, I joined The Fuck Club where you hump a bunch of fit guys and get magical pass to everything this college has to offer. How could I easily explain this to a straight guy?

“Don't tell me you're messing around with the hot receptionist. Man, she’s so hot, right?! Are you tapping that?” He laughed.

“I don’t!” I laughed at his boyish manner of talking about girls.

“Come on now, lad! Tell me. I had to change my entire workout plan because of this gym’s schedule.” He pleaded. “Tell me.”

“Fine, I'll tell you: I sort of joined a gay society club and one of the guys has access anytime.” I told him, sweating cold. I paused for a moment waiting for him to comment on that new information I gave him.

“Oh, that's alright.” He was shocked for a moment and went back to his game. “Can I come too?”

“I don't even know if I could've told you that.” I said.

“That's not fair! What does a guy have to do to manage to workout on weekends? Turn himself gay?”

“Do you want the button?” I laughed.

He was still focusing on his game and he didn’t think before answering me.

“Huh… I wish.”

After scrolling down some app, my phone buzzed again with a Snapchat notification. And, once again, there it was! The snake that was inside my mouth not so long ago. This picture of Carl showed him in his gray Adidas boxer, with his cock slipping from the right leg. “This is your fault. Solve it ASAP” was written in the middle of the screen and I laughed thinking of responding to him soon at the same level.