I felt a little desperate...too
This is the second part
of the 4 part I Felt a Little Desperate... series.
Title: I felt a little desperate...too
Paring: Alex and his memories is really what it's about in this one
I felt a little desperate...too
I sat up right in my messy bed with my messy head and messy thoughts. It was sweet that my roommate would do something like that for me. I didn't know he had a heart to began with. He saw me going through his stacks of porn under his bed one day and it was almost unbelievable that he didn't care that I was cutting off their heads and replacing them with male ones. I like doing things like that to get him ticked off. One day I thought it'd be funny to do something that would really get him so mad, steam would come out of his ears and nostrils. I laugh at his keyboard at the corner of the room every time I think about it.
My hair was getting a bit bit too long and my partner was complaining about it because it tickled his nose every time he blew me. I took a pair of scissors (his) and dragged out the keyboard onto the floor. I undid my belt and pulled my pants down to my ankles with my boxers. I took the scissors and uncurled each strand then cut it so that they would land upon the white and black keys. I imagined him walking in with his hands in fists and stomping his feet.
He did walk in, however, he sat on his bed and stared at me.
I looked up at him and winked then cut a few more strands.
He loosened his tie but that was all that i got from him.
"I didn't mean to do this but the waste basket is full and it was the only thing I could...(i chuckled) sorry."
He still looked at he then at his keyboard, then at my cock, half fuzzy half cleaned. He crossed his legs and murmured, "Just don't get carried away with the scissors and have you blood stain those keys." He got up and went to the bathroom closing the door after himself. I finally realized he doesn't care and therefore doesn't have a heart. I zipped up my pants and left the keyboard as it was with the hairs weaving in and out of the keys.
I don't think he's had sex since I've been his roommate. He never goes out, even when I'm putting myself into somebody else. He remains in the room reading his books. You might find it quite creepy that I'm shagging someone in the presence of someone else but the truth is that he doesn't give a shit and therefore doesn't bother me, doesn't bother the person I'm with, and everything is fine. But if you find it kinky then meet me in South Russell dorm building room number 169 and I'll let you in on the treat.
I was feeling like a loner sitting in my room with my shirt on the dirty carpet and thinking about my roommate and his pubic hair covered keyboard. I looked through my drawers and found something to wear to the pub tonight where my friends where having a get-together. As I crossed the street to McFee's Pub, I came across Bobbeh, a good friend of mine and we went inside together. Bobbeh was the more obvious kind in the sense of he obviously can't get enough of me. It's almost everyday that he comes into my room accidentally all because of this one day. I guess I really have to think about it don't I.
He was walking through my dorm building asking for some condoms because the Tesco a few blocks away was currently being robed. At that time, I was about to use one myself. This girl, Hannah, was in my Russian Propaganda Constructivist Art class and she really was a smart girl with an incredibly amazing body I couldn't wait to get into. She was lying on my bed in her underwear daring me to strip some for her. I stood up from where I was sitting on the bed and unbuttoned my shirt slowly. I thought I heard the door creak but I ignored it because my cock got the best of me. I pulled one side of it off my shoulder and shimmed it off until it tumbled onto the carpet that wasn't vacuumed in over 4 months. She sighed a bit and fixed her eyes on my fuzzy navel. I rubbed my chest with my fingertips making my bulge more defiant from the touch. I slowly moved my hands down below my ribs and onto my belt buckle almost painfully too slowly unbuckling it and staring at her in the most seductive way that I could. I pulled the belt out of the loops and cracked it like a whip and then let it fall ont my shirt on the floor. She bit her lip and folded her arms behind her head. The door creaked again but I rather wanted Hannah, the girl on my bed in only her bra and panties to see the best part of me first. The sound of the zipper was the loudest thing, louder than the rain pounding against the window, stabbing it as hard as it could leaving a streak of its blood where every wound was made. Now i undid the button and it was as if I was releasing the sun from my pants. I felt a radiating gold flash as my pants crawled down to my ankles. She gasped and stared.
But not at me.
At the door.
I was afraid it was the bloke I bumped into who turned out to be my English Lit professor, but when I turned my neck then my full body to the doorway I saw this boy with a cherubic face staring at mini me (don't let that fool you) with one hand on the door knob and the other on, well, another knob of his own. Later that night, after I shagged her of course, I asked her who it was, what was his name. She told me he's Robert Hardy but everyone calls him Bobbeh. He seemed to be a nice guy if you took out the extremely curious part. A week later after I found out what he was going around the dorms for that night, I asked if he ever did get that condom. He did but never got to use it because the girl had gone back to her sorority house after about 10 minutes of his absence. The guy was a virgin. I don't understand how some people could go on like that for so long in our university. There's tits and dicks all over the place! If you prefer one or the other that's fine and for both the better!
I took another Gin and Tonic as my friends were talking about some girl they saw at a party last night and whether her lovely lady lumps were god given or surgically given. As I saw Bobbeh staring at me from the corner of the booth we were all squished in, i brought myself to give him a grin that seemed a bit teasing. He blushed a little more than he already was and rubbed his fingers up and down the neck of the Heineken he was drinking from. Bobbeh did want sex, I could tell. but I couldn't give it to him because I made a promise to myself and my grades were bound to improve from this. I couldn't think of any guy or object that might help him tonight or any other night for that matter. I looked back up and stared into into Bobbeh's eyes and he stared back into mine.
They were blue.
A shade of blue Ive seen on another paint pallet. A paint pallet with an ugly shade of yellow green, a shade of thick black glasses, and another shade of nasty professor sweater with a tint of occasional bow-tie.
"So Bobbeh, I'd like to introduce you to someone I know. Do you know Nick McCarthy by the way?"
Title: I felt a little desperate...too
Paring: Alex and his memories is really what it's about in this one
I felt a little desperate...too
I sat up right in my messy bed with my messy head and messy thoughts. It was sweet that my roommate would do something like that for me. I didn't know he had a heart to began with. He saw me going through his stacks of porn under his bed one day and it was almost unbelievable that he didn't care that I was cutting off their heads and replacing them with male ones. I like doing things like that to get him ticked off. One day I thought it'd be funny to do something that would really get him so mad, steam would come out of his ears and nostrils. I laugh at his keyboard at the corner of the room every time I think about it.
My hair was getting a bit bit too long and my partner was complaining about it because it tickled his nose every time he blew me. I took a pair of scissors (his) and dragged out the keyboard onto the floor. I undid my belt and pulled my pants down to my ankles with my boxers. I took the scissors and uncurled each strand then cut it so that they would land upon the white and black keys. I imagined him walking in with his hands in fists and stomping his feet.
He did walk in, however, he sat on his bed and stared at me.
I looked up at him and winked then cut a few more strands.
He loosened his tie but that was all that i got from him.
"I didn't mean to do this but the waste basket is full and it was the only thing I could...(i chuckled) sorry."
He still looked at he then at his keyboard, then at my cock, half fuzzy half cleaned. He crossed his legs and murmured, "Just don't get carried away with the scissors and have you blood stain those keys." He got up and went to the bathroom closing the door after himself. I finally realized he doesn't care and therefore doesn't have a heart. I zipped up my pants and left the keyboard as it was with the hairs weaving in and out of the keys.
I don't think he's had sex since I've been his roommate. He never goes out, even when I'm putting myself into somebody else. He remains in the room reading his books. You might find it quite creepy that I'm shagging someone in the presence of someone else but the truth is that he doesn't give a shit and therefore doesn't bother me, doesn't bother the person I'm with, and everything is fine. But if you find it kinky then meet me in South Russell dorm building room number 169 and I'll let you in on the treat.
I was feeling like a loner sitting in my room with my shirt on the dirty carpet and thinking about my roommate and his pubic hair covered keyboard. I looked through my drawers and found something to wear to the pub tonight where my friends where having a get-together. As I crossed the street to McFee's Pub, I came across Bobbeh, a good friend of mine and we went inside together. Bobbeh was the more obvious kind in the sense of he obviously can't get enough of me. It's almost everyday that he comes into my room accidentally all because of this one day. I guess I really have to think about it don't I.
He was walking through my dorm building asking for some condoms because the Tesco a few blocks away was currently being robed. At that time, I was about to use one myself. This girl, Hannah, was in my Russian Propaganda Constructivist Art class and she really was a smart girl with an incredibly amazing body I couldn't wait to get into. She was lying on my bed in her underwear daring me to strip some for her. I stood up from where I was sitting on the bed and unbuttoned my shirt slowly. I thought I heard the door creak but I ignored it because my cock got the best of me. I pulled one side of it off my shoulder and shimmed it off until it tumbled onto the carpet that wasn't vacuumed in over 4 months. She sighed a bit and fixed her eyes on my fuzzy navel. I rubbed my chest with my fingertips making my bulge more defiant from the touch. I slowly moved my hands down below my ribs and onto my belt buckle almost painfully too slowly unbuckling it and staring at her in the most seductive way that I could. I pulled the belt out of the loops and cracked it like a whip and then let it fall ont my shirt on the floor. She bit her lip and folded her arms behind her head. The door creaked again but I rather wanted Hannah, the girl on my bed in only her bra and panties to see the best part of me first. The sound of the zipper was the loudest thing, louder than the rain pounding against the window, stabbing it as hard as it could leaving a streak of its blood where every wound was made. Now i undid the button and it was as if I was releasing the sun from my pants. I felt a radiating gold flash as my pants crawled down to my ankles. She gasped and stared.
But not at me.
At the door.
I was afraid it was the bloke I bumped into who turned out to be my English Lit professor, but when I turned my neck then my full body to the doorway I saw this boy with a cherubic face staring at mini me (don't let that fool you) with one hand on the door knob and the other on, well, another knob of his own. Later that night, after I shagged her of course, I asked her who it was, what was his name. She told me he's Robert Hardy but everyone calls him Bobbeh. He seemed to be a nice guy if you took out the extremely curious part. A week later after I found out what he was going around the dorms for that night, I asked if he ever did get that condom. He did but never got to use it because the girl had gone back to her sorority house after about 10 minutes of his absence. The guy was a virgin. I don't understand how some people could go on like that for so long in our university. There's tits and dicks all over the place! If you prefer one or the other that's fine and for both the better!
I took another Gin and Tonic as my friends were talking about some girl they saw at a party last night and whether her lovely lady lumps were god given or surgically given. As I saw Bobbeh staring at me from the corner of the booth we were all squished in, i brought myself to give him a grin that seemed a bit teasing. He blushed a little more than he already was and rubbed his fingers up and down the neck of the Heineken he was drinking from. Bobbeh did want sex, I could tell. but I couldn't give it to him because I made a promise to myself and my grades were bound to improve from this. I couldn't think of any guy or object that might help him tonight or any other night for that matter. I looked back up and stared into into Bobbeh's eyes and he stared back into mine.
They were blue.
A shade of blue Ive seen on another paint pallet. A paint pallet with an ugly shade of yellow green, a shade of thick black glasses, and another shade of nasty professor sweater with a tint of occasional bow-tie.
"So Bobbeh, I'd like to introduce you to someone I know. Do you know Nick McCarthy by the way?"