Mike and Alex had a great time!

Monday morning hit hard. Alex dragged himself to class after a restless night. His mind replayed scenes of Riley and Mike. What if they talked more? What if she let him close? The thought twisted his gut. He spotted Mike in the hallway between lectures.

"Hey, man," Alex said. He kept his voice steady.

Mike turned. "Yo, Alex. Rough weekend?"

"Nah, just busy," Alex lied. "So, you and Riley. Did you guys do something? Like, on your date?"

Mike laughed. "Date? It wasn't a date. We just grabbed coffee in the cafe. Talked about classes and books. Nothing big."

Alex's heart sank. He pictured them sitting close. Riley's hand on Mike's arm. Her body shifting, that hidden cock stirring under her jeans. He **** a smile. Inside, he died a little. Jealousy burned hot.

"Oh, cool," Alex said. He said nothing more. No push. No questions. Just nodded.

"Yeah, she's smart," Mike went on. "We might study together sometime. She mentioned a group project."

Alex swallowed hard. "Sounds good."

They parted ways. Alex headed to his next class. But focus failed him. The professor droned on about history. Alex doodled in his notebook. Sketches of Riley. Her face. Her body. Naked. Cock hard and pointing at him.

Why does Mike get to talk to her? Alex thought. He knows nothing about her. I saw it all. That thick shaft. Veins pulsing as she stroked it.

Lunchtime came. Alex ate alone in the cafeteria. Mike texted about meeting later. Alex replied short. He watched the doors. Hoping not to see Riley with Mike.

Afternoon classes blurred. Back in the dorm, Riley was out. Her bed made neat. Alex paced. He sat on his bed and opened his laptop. But instead of homework, he searched for futanari stories. Read one about a roommate secret. The guy submits. Sucks the cock. Swallows cum.

His dick hardened. He unzipped. Wrapped his hand around it. Pumped slow. Imagined Riley coming in. Seeing him. Joining. Her bigger cock pressing against his thigh.

He edged himself. Stopped. Wanted to wait. But the jealousy pushed him over. He came hard. Semen shot onto his shirt. He cleaned up fast.

Riley returned as he finished. She dropped her bag.

"Hey," she said.

"Hi," Alex replied. Acted normal.

She sat at her desk. Pulled out notes. They worked in silence. Alex stole glances. Her profile sharp. Neck smooth. He wondered if she thought about Mike.

Dinner with Mike that night. They met at a pizza place off campus. Mike talked nonstop.

"Riley's cool," he said. "We clicked on sci-fi. She's read all the classics."

Alex nodded. Picked at his slice. "Yeah? What else?"

"Just talked. No deep stuff. She's guarded, but nice."

Guarded. Alex knew why. Her body. That secret. Mike would run if he knew.

"You like her?" Alex asked. Voice flat.

Mike shrugged. "Maybe. She's different. Not fake like some girls."

Alex died inside again. Said nothing. **** laughs at Mike's jokes. Paid the bill. Walked back alone.

In bed that night, Riley showered. Water ran. Alex listened. Imagined her soaping that cock. Balls heavy. He touched himself under the sheets. Stroked to the rhythm of the water.

Pictured Mike touching her. No. Her choosing him. Pushing Mike away. Mounting Alex. Cock sliding into his mouth.

He bit his lip. Cum leaked out. He wiped it quiet.

Sleep came slow. Dreams mixed jealousy and lust. Riley's voice. "Choose me."

Tuesday brought more tension. Alex avoided Mike. Focused on classes. But Riley filled his head. Her walk. Her scent in the room.

He needed to know more. But asking felt risky. For now, he held it in. The fire built.