Back to your dorm

{if trentProgress==0}You arrived back at your dorm, angered by the events at practice. Miraculously, your head no longer hurt. There wasn't even a blemish where it hit the wall. {else}You arrived back at your dorm and took the stairs to your floor.{endif} When you exited the stairwell, you heard the sounds of a gathering coming from your room. You opened the door and saw a group of guys sitting around the room. There were at least ten people, which meant your tiny dorm room was packed. In the center of the room was a card table with several guys playing poker.

The weekly poker game, but why is it being held in my room?

Mateo stood and spread his arms wide.

"Adam, awesome! We are playing Texas Hold'em. The buy-in is $20. We'll deal you in the next hand."

The conversation in the room faded. Most of these guys were the ones that had ostracised and ridiculed you over the past few weeks, you doubted they were going to welcome you with open arms.

Jake stood up.

"Come on, Matty, no one wants the perv around."

All conversation in the room stopped; you could hear a pin drop. Deshawn, who only occasionally hung out with this crowd, stood up.

"What the fuck is your problem, Jake? He has told you a thousand times, his name is Mateo, not Matty, you racist mother fucker. I have had just about enough of your... no, WE have had enough of your bullshit. Apologize to Mateo and sit down, or get out."

What the fuck is going on? This is a new group dynamic.

Mateo held up his hand.

"It's ok Deshawn, Jakey doesn't mean to behave like a douche; it's just his default setting. Isn't that right, Jake?"

Jake looked down at the floor and sat down.

"Sorry, Jake. I didn't catch that."

Jake muttered a "sorry," no one really seemed satisfied, but Mateo brought the conversation back to you.

"This, my friends, is a night for new beginnings. We have started our "Build a Better Jake" project, and also, we welcome Adam back into the fold."

Mateo bounded across the room, wrapped his arms around you, and lifted you off the ground.

"You are heavier than you look, man. Everyone here wants to start over. You game?"

You looked around the room, not everyone appeared as welcoming as Mateo, but most were. Mateo set you back on the ground.

"Deal me in."

You hoisted Mateo onto your shoulder and walked over to the table. Everyone laughed. Mateo's struggle almost upended the card table when you set him down. There were no open seats, but Deshawn offered a solution.

"Jake should give up his seat. Besides, we need someone to get ice."

Jake looked around the room for support, seeing none, he got up and headed for the door. You called after him,

"Jake"

He turned back to you.

"Here is $5 that should be enough for 2 bags of ice. That way, you won't have to make a second trip later."

Jake grabbed the money and headed out. You took your seat between Mateo and Deshawn.

Initially, there were a few hold outs, guys who clearly did not want you around. After all, you were the campus pervert and resident sex offender. But as the night wore on and the drinks and conversation flowed, differences seemed to melt away; everyone had a great time. Nearly everyone, Jake, usually the center of attention, sat in relative isolation. You and Mateo were the life of the party. You had never been this at ease and in command of a room of people before. You practically oozed charm. You knew exactly what to say and do to make everyone feel welcome. It didn't help you much with your poker game, you lost repeatedly, but you didn't care. The problems of the last few weeks were a memory. You had friends again.

There was a knock at the door, and three good looking girls walked in. Mateo greeted them.

"Ladies, welcome! I am so glad you could make it. Guys make room for our guests."

You and Deshawn gave up your seats at the table; you had lost most of your money anyway. Mateo moved so that two women sat next to him and one behind him. You served drinks while Mateo provided conversational merriment. You propped up pillows on your bed and leaned back, enjoying the show that Mateo was putting on. Mateo made sure that everyone was having a good time, but he gave extra attention to one of the girls, Sonia. Soon she was sitting in Mateo's lap and placing his bets.

Deshawn leaned back on the bed beside you, he tossed a blanket over your laps. You felt him unbuttoning your shorts. He leaned over, licked your ear, and whispered,

"Welcome back to the group. Think you can help me out?"

He guided your hand to his cock; he was already hard. Quietly you stoked one another cocks. Deshawn produced an insane amount of precum. Without thinking, you lifted your hand to your mouth and tasted it.

Deshawn smile at you.

"Enjoy it, all the boys get addicted to my cream."

Jim surged to his feet as he won a huge pot, taking everyone out of the game except Mateo. There were three more hands, but Jim emerged as the winner. It was late, and the party was breaking up. You and Deshawn, still hard, zipped up and helped with clean up. Soon, everyone was gone except you, Jake, Mateo, Sonia, and Deshawn. While Mateo and Jake returned the card table to the storage room, Sonia chatted with you and Deshawn. It became apparent that she thought Mateo, not Jake, was your roommate. Then she dropped a bomb.

"Hope you don't mind if I spend the night."

She leaned in close.

"I think it would be hot if you two had sex in the room while Mateo and I fucked."