Sunday Evening

Walking back into his dorm room after Dinner on Sunday Night, Mark was very much ready to sleep off his terrible hangover.

Entering the locked room with his key, Mark saw something he very much wish he hadn’t. Inside the room was Dale jerking off in front of his large laptop screen.

“Ahh Jesus Christ,” Mark said, putting his hand to his eyes as Dale quickly covered himself, making sure his cock was back inside his boxer shorts. As Mark put his hand back down, he saw what was actually on the screen.

Dale tried to exit it as quick as he could but wanting to know how on earth he had this image, Mark stopped him by pushing his wheely chair aside so he couldn’t get rid of it.

“Holy shit, that’s Miranda... how the fuck did you get this??” Mark said, inspected a naked mirror selfie of the busty blonde.

“She sent it to me...” he lied, looking down at his feet.

That was an absolute lie. There was no circumstances that Miranda, one of the most popular and hottest chicks known for her spectacular rack, would ever send Dirty Dale nudes. “Bullshit,” he told him.

The picture was one that looked to be sent to someone on her phone. She was inside one of the campus bathrooms, leaning up against the basin. In this image, you couldn’t see anything below her waist, her vagina out of sight. But her most drooled about feature, her tits, were there in all their glory.

Her large round melons sat at the perfect position on her chest, her decently sized pink nipples appeared soft. Miranda was only slightly smirking as she looked into her phone in the nude selfie.

“How did you get this?” he asked again, very confused how this could happen, “Otherwise I’ll ask her myself.”

“No! No! No! Please don’t!” he suddenly begged.

Mark remained silent looking at him, just waiting for him to give him a reason.

“I’ll tell you but just please don’t say anything,” he begged Mark. He agreed, he didn’t have any reason to get this guy in trouble, he just had so much curiosity and wanted to know how.

“I can hack phones...” he said, dropping his head again.

“Hack them?” Mark asked curiously.

“Yes. Anything that logs on and connects to the wifi here, I can pretty much hack into their phones and see all their data that they have saved to their phones,” he explained. “That’s how I got this, but I’m not going to post it or send it anywhere, i promise.”

Mark had probably never heard him talk this much before. Having him beg for his word to keep quiet on this, Mark felt another sense of power. He had control of his roommate from this day on.

“Soo, you can just steal photos?” he asked, still unsure how this worked.

“Photos, texts, so on...”

As good as this was to see images like this one that were perfect for getting off on, Mark also saw another benefit to this. Text messages would be an enormous benefit to Mark to find out if he another chance with Tiffany or any other girl that ever spoke about him to someone online.

“Look I’ll keep your secret dude but I might need a favour back from you one day,” he told him, very much interested in exploiting this one day.

“Anything, I mean it!”

Dale put out his hand to shake in agreement. Mark was almost about to do the same until he remembered where that hand had been just minutes earlier. “Uhh you know what,” he said, pulling his hand back, “We can shake on this another time.”