My Roommate Teaches Me - 10. The Payoff and More Sex

Eight o'clock rolls around, so Jake and I head next door to Marcus and Don's room for my prize, er, I mean penalty, for tying for last place in the tomahawk toss contest. Rod and Bill, the major perverts that they are, are already there. Marcus is in his underwear, a look of trepidation on his face.

You and I know the cumming doesn't bother him as much as he's making it out to be. Perhaps it's the public aspect of it that he's dreading.

"OK, the slowpokes are here, let's get this show on the road."

"Impatient much, Rod?"

"Haha, DM. Yeah, I've seen guys cumming on each other on the inte... Oh fuck."

Everybody laughs because Rod has essentially just told us he's watched gay porn.

Marcus laughed. "Care to share more Rod? I bet it's an interesting story."

"Yeah, and he threatened to leave when I jokingly suggested we watch gay porn on Jake's iPad."

"Fuck. OK, yeah, I've checked it out. Not because I'm gay - just curios."

"Yeah, that's what they all say."

We started laughing again.

"OK. Can it, Marcus. I hope Don chooses to cum on your guys' open mouths. What I was going to say is it's got to be pretty hot, even for a non-gay guy to see it in person."

We all decide to let it slide, saying things like 'no problem' or 'that's fair' all the while wondering - well me anyway - how far across the gay fence Rod really is. Besides, I'm pretty sure he's right: I know I'm pretty hot at the prospect - maybe, like Marcus, not so keen on other people watching Don cum on me, but the cumming on me part has definitely piqued my interest.

"Um, I think I might need some visual motivation."

"You want us all to drop our pants, Don?"

"Funny. No Rod, I was thinking maybe Jake can go get his iPad? I should have mentioned it earlier."

"You mean you want me to go alllllll the way back to my room. What a bummer!"

Jake leaves to go get his iPad and returns moments later.

"Wow, do you have a transporter, you made it sound like such a long trip?"

"Yeah, OK, Don."

Jake gets his iPad turned on, opens the link to the internet, and hands it to Don.

"There you go. Find something good for yourself."

Don browses for a couple minutes, indicates he's ready, and takes off his clothes.

"This feels weird. Anyway, Marcus, strip and lie down on your bed, face down."

"How about if I lay on your bed? You know, in case you miss your target, at least it's your cum on YOUR sheets."

"Fine. My bed then... Lie still."

Don puts the iPad down on Marcus' back, starts a video, stands next to Marcus' ass, and starts jerking. After a minute of watching the iPad, he's starting to get hard. He continues stroking himself, and a couple minutes later he leans forward, accidentally on purpose bumping his cock against Marcus' ass.

"Ahhh, I'm cumming."

He shoots a few times on Marcus' ass. Everybody cheers. Don turns red.

"That wasn't so bad. Can someone get some tissues and wipe it off my ass?"

We all look at each other. Finally, Don moves.

"I guess it's my cum, I'll wipe it off. Unless, Rod, you want to lick it off?"

Rod sends visual daggers at Don but doesn't say anything. Don takes the hint and stops giving Rod a hard time. I had brought over a bunch of sodas when we left our room, so everybody took one and we sat and relax while Don recharges for round two. Meanwhile, I'm trying to hide my anticipation. I really don't know why - Jake has cum on me several times, but it just seems so much different with the prospect of Don doing it.

"You ready, DM?"

"I guess so, Don, although you need to be readier than me. I'll just be laying there."

Famous last words, those.

I stripped and lay down on Don's bed. He puts the iPad on my back like he did with Marcus. He starts jerking off above me. I'm glad I'm lying on my stomach because I'm getting harder by the minute. After a few minutes I feel Don lean closer on the bed.

"I'm getting close. Aaaah, ahhhh."

Don cums on my ass. I'm not sure if it was intentional or not, but I feel his dick touch a butt cheek a couple times while he's shooting.

"Oh shit. I'm cumming too."

I quickly flip on to my side to not shoot my whole load on Don's bed and put my hand in front of my dick to try and catch my cum. I feel a small wet spot beneath my hip where I obviously leaked a little. Don's reaching over me to wipe the cum off my backside, inadvertently leaning his dick up against my lower abdomen, fortunately above my dick. Someone hands me a couple tissues so I can clean off my hand. Finally, I realize what's happening.

"Um, Don, can you stop leaning on me?"

"Oh, shit. Sorry, DM."

At this point in time, everybody else is laughing at our predicament. Of course, it's Rod who throws the first insult. Or maybe a better description, he shoots the first bullet.

"Oh God, DM! Did Don cumming on you turn you on so much for you to cum? Are you gay or something? Geez. I'm out of here. Don't be jerking off around me anymore, Domenico. I don't need to be the target of your faggy fantasies."

Rod storms out without even giving me a chance to respond. Although, how would I respond? Any attempt at an explanation would sound phony. I roll over to face away from the others and all the emotions I've been holding in from my family dying, Uncle Asshole abandoning me, plus now essentially proving myself to be gay in front of the others, come pouring out. I'm embarrassed to be crying in front of them all, but I can't help it.

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry."

I got up and left the room as well, heading back to my room, not caring that I left my clothes behind. Fortunately, nobody picked that moment to come back to their rooms. Four more people knowing I'm gay is bad enough. It would have been horrible if more kids saw me walking naked from another room. I flop down on my bed, crying my head off. I hear Jake come back in but have no desire to talk to anybody. Jake senses that and just sits next to me, trying to console me just by touching my arm. I'm inconsolable, so I pull away and curl up against the wall.

"OK, DM. I'll leave you be. But I'm here when you're ready to talk."

I hear him through my sobs and then hear him sit on his bed. I continue crying for a few more minutes, mumbling about mom, dad and Stefano. After another little while, I drop off to sleep.

Over in Rod and Bill's room, Rod is venting with Bill.

"I don't care what you do, but I'm not doing anything with him. I'll eat by myself if you all want to hang with that fag. I hope you would have my back on this, but I guess I'll understand if you don't hate him. I'm done with him though."

"You'll calm down and see that it's no big deal. Haven't you ever gotten a boner when you least expect it? I'm sure that's all that happened to Domenico. He just ended up cumming too. It doesn't mean he's gay."

"No. I've seen the way he watches us when we have our jerkoff sessions. That, and the way he and Jake are always looking at each other for no reason. I bet Jake's gay too. I don't want any part of either of them. If you want to hang with the faggots, fine, I'll see if someone wants to switch rooms. Maybe I can find someone else who doesn't want to put up with that shit."

Bill sees it would be pointless to try to change Rod's mind, so he just shuts up.

October 2

I woke up early. I don't know what time I fell asleep, but it's only 5:30 AM, not even light out yet. Jake's asleep sitting up on his bed. He must have waited for me for a long time and then fell asleep himself. He did get up at some point and put a blanket over me. I throw on a pair of shorts so I can relieve the pressure in my bladder. I peek out the door to make sure nobody's around and head to the bathroom.

I go into a stall even though I just need to pee. I need to be alone and don't want to risk someone else coming in and striking up a conversation. I just sat there wondering how my life could have turned to total shit in such a short time. Just 3 months ago, everything was fine. I had a family, maybe not many good friends, but I was a normal 13-year-old kid. Now, I'm a total gay mess, and my life is so fucked up. After a while, I'm just sitting there, not even thinking about anything, numb. I hear the door open.

"Domenico, are you in here?"

Jake walks up to the stall door.

"Is that you in there? ... Must be, anyone else would say it's not you. Come back to the room and we can talk about this."

I still just sit there. I'm not sure I want to interact with anybody right now, least of all Jake. I can't blame him for making me gay, but I sure can for bringing it out of me.

"Just go away."

"I can sit out here and wait for you all day. It's Sunday, nothing going on."

"Fine. Sit there. I don't give a fuck what you do."

Jake doesn't say anything else, but he's also not leaving. I see him sitting up against the divider between the stalls next to my door. Great. I can't even leave and hide somewhere else. Well, I'm sure I can sit here longer than he can. Even sitting on a toilet must be more comfortable than the floor.

I don't know how long it's been, but people start coming in and out of the bathroom to pee or shower. I imagine Jake is getting strange looks, but as far as I can tell, nobody says anything to him. Fuck, is it all over the floor now? Somebody would ask why he's sitting there if they didn't already know why. After another little while it gets quiet out there. I stand up and open the stall door. The room is empty except for Jake.

"Come back to the room with me?"

"I guess so. It doesn't matter where I sulk."

We walked back to the room. Once again, I get lucky, and the hall is empty. I sit back down on my bed and just put my head down onto my hands. I'm not ready to talk about this. I know it's not justified, but I'm still blaming him for my situation. After a while there's a lot of noise out in the hall. I look at the clock and see it's time for breakfast. Hopefully, Jake will leave me alone and then I can get dressed and go somewhere else where I can really be alone. It's still a few minutes more before Jake says anything.

"I'm going to run down to the cafeteria to get us something to eat."

I don't bother responding. I wait for a couple minutes to make sure he's not coming right back. I get dressed, grab my key - am I really coming back here? I don't know, but I leave the room and head out of the dorm in the opposite direction of the school and cafeteria. I'm not going to be invisible anywhere, but if I go sit up against the outer fence, maybe nobody will notice me right away. So that's what I do. I found a spot where there's a little hill between the main grounds and the fence. I sit down there and all I see is grass. Someone will have to get close to notice me.

We'll take another trip out of Domenico's head and be with Jake for a while.

I get back to the room, and as I'm opening the door...

"I brought some bacon, eggs and ju..."

I notice Domenico isn't here. I look at the closet doors, doubtful there's even enough room for him in one of them but open them anyway. No Domenico. I start to panic a little bit and head back to the cafeteria. On the way I checked the bathroom and common room, no luck. I get to the cafeteria and the other four are still sitting there, having their breakfast.

"Domenico's not in our room. I checked the bathroom and common room. He's gone."

"Fine with me."

I try to say calmly, but fail, "Rod, you've been his friend for a few weeks now. Why are you being such an asshole?"

"Because I didn't know he was a faggot until last night."

A handful of boys at the next table turn to look at us when Rod says faggot. Great, now it's going to spread all over the school unless I cut it off right here. I glared at the next table.

"Nobody's a faggot, and if you guys say anything to anybody, you'll have to answer to me. If rumors start about anyone being gay, you guys will pay."

They all indicate they'll be quiet about it. Of course, I'm not so sure Rod will remain quiet, but I try to prevent it anyway.

"That goes for you too, Rod. Not a word - to anybody."

I sit down, waiting for them to finish breakfast.

"Will you guys come with me and start looking for him?"

Bill, Marcus and Don all say yes. Nothing from Rod. But he gets up and leaves, alone. The rest clean up their plates and garbage and we head out, sans Rod.

"I guess it's best if we split up. Text the rest of us if anybody finds him. If we don't see him in the next 30 minutes, I'm going to talk to Jim."

They all agree, and we go off in separate directions. Thirty minutes went by and nobody has texted. I sent them all a text saying I'm going to Jim's room, and to let me know if he turns up. Back on the second floor, I knock on Jim's door.

"Hey Jake. How's it going."

"Not good. Can I come in?"

"Sure... What's on your mind?"

"I don't want to go into the why right now, other than saying Domenico is upset. He's missing. I left to get breakfast and when I got back, he wasn't in our room. I checked the bathroom and common room, a few of the guys and I have been walking around the campus looking for him for a half-hour. No sign of him. I doubt he left the campus, he always tells me, but this time... Who knows?"

"Okay. We'll need to get into this more at some point, but the first priority is finding him. Let me call security, hopefully they saw him on one or more of the cameras around the school."

"Security office, this is Vince, how can I help you?"

"Hi, Vince. We have a missing boy. Domenico Martini."

"He's probably out wandering around. How long has he been missing?"

"About an hour now we think. But every time he's left the campus, he's told his roommate, Jake, where he was going. Something upset him this morning..."

"Last night actually."

"Last night."

"Okay, why don't you and his roommate come over to security so you can give me more details. I can't justify a search based on what I've heard so far."

"We're on our way."

Jim and I go to the security office and this huge guy lets us in.

"Come on in, I'm Vince. Who wants to tell me what happened?"

I don't want to give him details, but I'm afraid I'll have to.

"We were hanging out with a few of the guys, our neighbors, last night. Things were said and Domenico went back to our room, crying. When I got up this morning, he wasn't there but I found him right away in the bathroom, just sitting in a stall. After a while he agreed to come back to the room with me. When breakfast time rolled around, I stepped out to grab us some food. I got back; he was gone. I looked in the bathroom, common room, and a few of us walked around the campus looking for him. I decided after a half hour of looking I would tell Jim. Since then, nobody's said they've seen him."

"OK. We've got cameras all over the place. The video feeds are all digital, so we can look at the past while they're still recording. What time did you leave for breakfast, and from where?"

"I'd say 5 or 10 after 9. We're in dorm 1."

Vince cycled through the videos and got to the dorm 1 camera. At 9:12, we see Domenico leaving the dorm.

"That's him."

"OK, let's follow him."

Domenico turns away from the cafeteria and starts walking. He leaves the view from that camera and Vince switches cameras. We see him walking toward the fence. He goes down a little hill and disappears. We waited for a couple minutes, and he apparently didn’t move.

"We can see enough of the fence here and he didn't go to it and climb over. I think there's a little depression there, no pun intended, where someone would be out of sight from the cameras. Let's go take a walk over there and see what we can find out."

We leave the office and head back toward our dorm. We passed it and continued in the direction Domenico was going. After a minute, we got to the top of the little hill. Domenico is sleeping on the grass in the ‘little depression,’ as Vince called it. I send a quick text to the guys that we found him, and that I'll fill them in back at the dorm in a little while.

"Let me go to him alone. Not that he can get anywhere, but if we all gang up on him, he may just run."

Vince agrees, "OK. You know your friend best."

I walk down the hill the few steps to where he is sleeping and kneel next to him.

"Hey, Domenico. Wake up."

"Mmmmf?"

"It looks like you took a walk and fell asleep again."

"Oh, Hi Jake. I, um, wanted to be alone. I'll stay right here. Can you leave me alone for a while longer?"

"I don't think that's a good idea. Jim and I had to go to Security to get their help looking for you. Come on back with us."

"I guess if it was just you, you might let me, but I guess I don't have a choice since you called in the cavalry."

"Right. Come on."

We all head back to the security office. Vince told us he needed to make out a report and that if Domenico has been that upset, he should probably visit the counselor. He calls her, says we have a severely depressed child, and asks if she can meet us at her office.

"I'm home, so I can be there in around fifteen minutes. You can meet me outside the admin building unless it's open. If so, I'll meet you outside my office."

Vince confirms, "We'll be there, Dr. Paulson."

"Um, can I take him back to the room for a minute? I brought some food for us. It's probably cold now, but if he is going to be with the counselor for long..."

"Sure, we'll go with you. I can't let him leave my sight until he's with Dr. Paulson."

We all head back to our room, so Domenico and I can have a little bit of food. Cold bacon isn't bad, but the cold scrambled eggs didn't taste so good after a couple mouthfuls. We head over to the admin building and wait outside Dr. Paulson's office for about five minutes before she arrives.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Paulson, and who do we have here, Vince?"

"This one,” pointing at Domenico, “is your patient, Domenico Martini. This one is Jake Mason, his roommate. And lastly Jim Parkins, the dorm monitor."

"OK. Vince, you can go back to work. Jim, will you sit here with Domenico while I talk to Jake for a few minutes and get some background?"

They both agree. Vince leaves, Jim and Domenico sit in the outer office while I follow Dr. Paulson into her office proper.

"OK Jake. You may not be the patient, but anything you tell me about Dom and this situation is confidential. I'll bring up his record in the meantime."

"OK. He doesn't like his name shortened, so please call him Domenico. I don't know if that might set him off or not, but in this state of mind, he may just shut you out."

"So noted. Continue."

"Well, I guess it started when one of our next-door neighbors, um, found out that Domenico is gay. He said some things and Domenico left their room crying."

"Who was the boy and what did he say?"

"Um, I don't want to get him in trouble. He didn't say anything bad really, mostly that he didn't want to hang out with a gay boy. He might have said the word fag, but I can't remember for sure. But when I got back to our room, he was crying and kept mentioning his mom, dad and brother."

"Hmmm. OK, hold on a minute while I go through his record. But who was this other boy?"

"Do I really have to say?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. But again, it's between you, me and Domenico. I won't talk to the other boy unless I feel that he's done something wrong."

"OK, it's Rod Quincy."

"Thank you..."

She sits quietly for a minute going over whatever is in Domenico's record.

"Has he seemed depressed lately about what happened to his family? And do you know what happened?"

"Yes, he told me. After that, the only other time he brought it up was about three weeks ago. It was his brother's birthday. But aside from some quiet time alone, he seemed OK the rest of the day."

"And you said he was crying over them this morning?"

"Yeah."

"He may have been repressing or just avoiding the memories. Something over the course of his getting upset last night must have triggered memories. I think I have what I need from you for now. If he's not very forthcoming, I may get back to you with more questions. I'll let you leave now. Have Jim bring him in, and I will call one of you to come back for him if I don't think he'll do himself harm."

She confirmed my cell number in case Jim was tied up with something, and I said thank you and left. She followed me to the door and asked Domenico to come in. She told Jim she'd call him if she wanted him to take him back to the dorm. The way she said it, I didn't get the feeling he'd be coming back right away. Domenico’s attitude didn’t do anything to change that thought. Jim and I head back to the dorm, he to his room, me to mine, but all I can do is just sit there wondering.

Next Up - "Probing into Domenico's Psyche."