Chapter 1: Introduction
Liam looked around the dorm room. The room felt small, even for a freshman's dorm room like theirs. With the combined accumulation of gear, and with four guys all sharing one space, it had turned from just cozy to cramped a while ago. Liam kicked a scattered sports shoe lying tangled with various wires, shoving it vaguely in the direction of the footlocker Emmett called his own, which lay buried under a mountain of gaming consoles, laptops, and chargers.
Now would be the perfect time to find a charger, Liam thought, rummaging through the mess.
He'd been meaning to charge his phone before heading out to the campus library to study - not that he was looking forward to it. He'd rather be anywhere else than stuck in a stuffy room filled with books and quiet, judgmental librarians.
He started with his own desk, pushing aside the textbooks and notebooks that had taken over his workspace. No charger. He moved on to the shared dresser, where their socks and underwear were supposed to be separated by color and type, but had long since turned into a chaotic jumble. Still no charger.
Liam sighed, turning to the last place he wanted to look - Emmett's side of the room. Emmett, the outgoing, confident, and very sexual roommate who seemed to have no filter when it came to talking about his conquests. Liam had to admit, he was a bit jealous of Emmett's ease with his sexuality. He wished he could be so open, so comfortable in his own skin.
Emmett's desk was as cluttered as Liam's, but with a distinct difference.
While Liam's was a mess of books and notes, Emmett's was a chaotic array of lube bottles, sex toys, and an assortment of condoms in various colors and flavors. Liam tried to ignore the sight, focusing instead on the task at hand. He needed that damn charger.
He started to push aside the paraphernalia, his fingers brushing against something unfamiliar. It was a small, unassuming box, tucked away behind a pile of porn magazines. Curiosity piqued, Liam picked it up, turning it over in his hands. It was light, too light to be a charger.
Liam's curiosity got the better of him. He opened the box, revealing a strange, fleshy object nestled inside. It took him a moment to realize what it was - an onahole, a Japanese sex toy designed to mimic the feel of a mouth or a vagina. Liam's face flushed hot, embarrassment and a sudden, unexpected surge of arousal coursing through him.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He knew he should put it back, leave it alone, but his hands seemed to have a mind of their own.
They were already pulling the onahole out of the box, examining it, feeling its soft, yielding texture. It was warm to the touch, almost like real flesh. Liam's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He was hard, his cock straining against his jeans, demanding attention.
Liam looked around the room, guilt clawing at him. He shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be touching Emmett's... things. But the guilt was overshadowed by a stronger, more primal urge. He wanted to know, wanted to feel.
The curiosity was a burning, insistent thing, gnawing at him. He unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, freeing his hard cock. It stood upright, throbbing, leaking precome. Fuck, he was so turned on, so ready.
Liam glanced at the door, his heart pounding. What if Emmett walked in? What if someone saw him like this, with Emmett's onahole in his hand, his cock out, ready to fuck it? The thought should have scared him, should have made him stop.