"A Straight Guy and Seven Tops"

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Locked.

You must remember this, since you intend to do something very "private," you must eliminate the possibility of being seen by anyone, so it's best to be cautious and avoid trouble for yourself.

I fell in love with a straight guy. He's my roommate, and in our dorm room, there are eight people, including him. The other seven are all also straight. Basically, whenever he tries to find a girlfriend at school and anticipates an exciting first night together, the rest of us make weekly plans to go to nightclubs, not even keeping track of how many butts we've had.

On Saturday nights, he would always be left alone in the dormitory. I bet he must be masturbating in secret. Other dormitories would always exchange their adult movie resources, but unfortunately, our dormitory only has softcore movies. So whenever he borrowed our computer, he would be extremely cautious, afraid of clicking on the wrong file. However, not long ago, when I used his computer to copy some materials, I discovered that my most precious collection was found on his computer.

I pretended to shut down my computer as if I knew nothing, but I couldn't help but imagine him pulling the curtains closed, lying on the bed, watching adult videos, and pleasuring himself.

Then, all my fantasies switched to him. His well-defined physique, his tight, untouched buttocks, all seduced me.

He slept on the bunk bed above mine, and when he climbed up and down, I couldn't help but stare at his lower body, completely transfixed.

Once, unintentionally, I playfully patted his buttocks, producing a delightful sound that sent a tingling sensation through my palm. Afterward, I was anxious that he might have noticed something, causing my heart to beat faster. However, all he did was climb onto the bed and smile down at me. In that moment, I realized I would do anything for that smile.

Don't think that I want his body, really, I don't. What I want is him as a person. I want him to call my name when he masturbates. It's a two-way desire.

I tried to get closer to him, hoping to improve our relationship.

It was after one of our meals, when we walked around to digest our full stomachs, that he started talking to me about matters of the heart. He mentioned that there was a girl who had been getting close to him recently, and they had made plans to watch a late-night movie together on the weekend, with the possibility of staying out for the night.

"Does she have any interest in me? Should I... prepare a condom just in case?"

I really want to say that she absolutely isn't interested in you. All of this is just a test to see if you genuinely like her or if you just want a fling.

So I spoke up and said, "Be prepared with a good plan, don't disappoint her when the time comes."

One shot is enough, regardless of success or failure, she will feel that you don't genuinely like her anymore.

How many serious guys are there at this age?

Just a bunch of beasts who think with their lower halves.

Then, on the weekend, he really went out and didn't come back all night. He bought condoms and put them in his wallet.

He was extremely nervous. Before leaving the house, he fidgeted in front of the mirror for a long time. There was still a considerable amount of time before the agreed-upon meeting time, but he couldn't sit still. He ran over to me and asked what he should do.

He wouldn't know that he was getting closer and closer to being dumped. Subconsciously, I glanced at the wallet tightly clenched in his hand while comforting his emotions, and all the while thinking about how passionate it would be if the two of us used it.

Every time I talk to him, I feel an irresistible urge in my heart, pushing me to confess. I want to directly tell him, "I want to be with you physically, so if you dare, accept it."

I feel that desires are truly terrifying, and within those desires, I myself am equally frightening.

After he left, I couldn't continue playing the game. I turned off my computer and lay on the bed, flipping over and over, thinking about him sweetly having dinner with that girl. I imagined the two of them watching a movie, where their hands naturally held together after an accidental collision. I even thought about the possibility of them going to a hotel together. What if that girl turned out to be a hypocrite, appearing innocent on the outside but actually promiscuous on the inside? I felt disappointed, but strangely enough, I blamed him for it. I truly regretted everything.

Imagining is too heartbreaking, and I am even more enviously going crazy in my heart. Maybe my movement of flipping over was too loud, as the bed was kicked, followed by hearing a sentence, "Unsatisfied desires, huh?"

I replied to him unhappily, "Yes, the desire is unfulfilled!"

I turned around and faced the wall, no longer wanting to deal with anyone. But I heard movement behind me, and Lao San climbed onto the bed, feeling my butt and even giving it a couple of smacks. It was outright harassment! I couldn't bear it, so I turned around to fight back, only to be pressed down on the bed right away. The other five guys were all playing games, but now they all looked up, a bunch of assholes with a gleam of excitement in their eyes, encouraging Lao San to help me "satisfy my desires".

The feeling of being looked down upon by someone is not pleasant. Lao San's strength has also surpassed mine by a lot. Even though I have a fierce appearance, I still appear weak.

This is what they call the clash of two offensive forces, where one is bound to be at the receiving end.

The problem is that no one wants to be the submissive one. The problem is that every attacker thinks the other person should be the submissive one. The problem is that in our dorm room, out of the seven attackers, six of them want to make me the submissive one.

It's not that I'm narcissistic, nor am I overthinking it. They truly look at me differently, or rather, we are all vulgar folks who never pretend to be noble gentlemen.

When the straight guy is not around, we would drink in the dormitory, lay out grass mats on the floor, buy a bunch of snacks, and watch movies together or play cards.

When they got drunk, they would sleep on the straw mat, lying together haphazardly.

But there was one time when we all climbed onto the bed to sleep. Old Wu was drunk and climbed onto my bed, so I ended up sleeping with him. I distinctly remember wearing pants, very clearly.

When I woke up, I was naked.

I was instantly bewildered, and Lao Wu also woke up. He calmly looked at my lower body. My pants and underwear were thrown on the ground, but there was no strange liquid on me, at least not now. My head was dizzy and I couldn't remember what happened last night. Feeling embarrassed, I awkwardly pulled out new clothes from the wardrobe and didn't dare to say a word to Lao Wu.

And he just kept watching me do all this, without saying a word of explanation.

Extremely embarrassed, a few days later, while I was in a dream, I felt someone's hand slide down my lower back and into my pants, touching my buttocks. My heart began to pound in anxiety. I pretended to turn over, only to catch a glimpse of Lao Wu's figure in the darkness.

In addition, there was another time when I went to a bar with the boss. While I was leaning against a wall, feeling a mix of confusion and desire, the boss suddenly stood behind me, inexplicably placing his hand on my waist and pressing his burning lower body against my buttocks. I didn't know if he mistook me for someone else or if he really wanted to do something, but either way, it sent a shiver down my spine.

As for the second eldest, it is not because of his age that he is ranked second, but because of "that" enormous thing that earned him this position. One day, while we were in class sitting together, we talked about our sex lives. He mentioned he got hard. I joked whether he would burst his pants because of being too big. I laughed, only to realize that he wasn't laughing.

He looked at me seriously instead and asked if I wanted to take a look. Nervously, I glanced around, but he immediately took hold of my hand and reached over. I couldn't react at all, and he started hinting that he wanted to take back the favor. I didn't really care, thinking that he just wanted to touch over my pants, but it turned out that he wanted to touch my butt.

Third Brother, he really likes to trap me against the wall. Whenever he passes by me, he occasionally corners me between the wall and himself, sometimes on a seat, sometimes on a bed. Just like now, I have no idea what he wants to do. But everyone is urging him to pull down my pants, and I'm afraid he might actually do something. I become anxious and angry, and forcefully push him away, making him leave the bed.

The person I like is currently with a girl, but all the guys in the dormitory want to take off my pants.

Forgot to mention Fourth Brother. He's the only person who knows that I like straight guys. He would mock me almost every day, saying that I'm timid and afraid to confess, afraid to make the first move. His famous line is, "If you're a man, just press him against the wall and give him a forceful kiss!" And every time Third Brother pushes me against the wall, he would sarcastically say, "What's the point of pushing if you're not going to forcefully kiss?" And he is also... the only person who has ever forcefully kissed me.

On this very evening.

I felt unease in my heart. As the only person who knew the truth, he naturally became the subject of my narration.

He said, "Why don't we go out for a drink and talk to console ourselves, and maybe smoke a cigarette while we're at it." I agreed.

We sneaked up to the rooftop and got drunk. I told him everything, and he asked me what had happened in the evening.

"Are you really that thirsty for unsatisfied desires?" he asked me.

I lazily replied, "Yeah, those who I want to eat might be eaten by girls tonight."

He squinted his eyes and looked at me, asking, "So, what should I do? If I fall in love with a straight guy, should I really force myself onto him and risk being hated by him?"

I was a little drunk and remembered the words he said the most. I replied, "Yeah, that's how men should be, if you want something, just go for it." Feeling a bit self-destructive, I thought he would try to convince me otherwise, but he just stared at me, our eyes locked, and then he kissed me.

I felt dazed, only aware of myself gazing at the dark starry sky. My head was heavy and dizzy from alcohol. He kissed me for a long time, then after it ended, he asked me, "Next, are you planning to accept me or dislike me?"

"You want me to be the bottom too?" I asked, puzzled.

He said, "I only work upstairs."

I replied to him, "If you are willing to be taken by me, then I accept."

No one likes to be forced, but everyone would never refuse something delivered to their doorstep. It's a grandchild's duty to seize any opportunity for a benefit.

The next day, the straight guy came back and told me that it was the girl who took the initiative last night, so he really did it.

I was even more dumbfounded and furious, and felt a blow to my confidence. Perhaps out of embarrassment, I asked him, "So you're willing when someone takes the initiative?"

I'm currently very unreasonably disappointed in his integrity, but I'm just angry, I can't hold it in anymore, so I directly spoke up and asked, "If I'm willing to be a zero, would you take advantage of me?"

He stood there dumbfounded.

In the silence, I also calmed down. Perhaps it was the kiss from last night that left me in a daze until now. I apologized, saying, "Lao Liu, I was just being impulsive."

But he answered, "Yes."

I think, my spring has arrived.