Bi Guy Jerk Off: Exclusive Must-See Dorm Show

So my roommate had already crashed on the other side of the room, and I figured it was safe, so I just went for it—the whole bi guy jerk off thing wasn’t planned or anything, it just happened. I was lying on my bed, phone in one hand, sheets kicked off, the fan humming that low dorm hum, and I started slow, just kind of absentmindedly at first. But then I heard his breathing change across the room, that little shift that told me he wasn’t fully asleep, and my heart started pounding—not from fear, more like this weird electric thrill that someone might be watching. I kept going, quieter, slower, letting my hand move in that lazy rhythm, feeling the heat build under my skin, my thighs tensing, that ache spreading low in my belly. I turned my head just a little and caught him peeking through half-closed eyes, and instead of stopping I just let out this shaky breath and kept stroking, staring right back. It got intense fast—sweat on my forehead, sheets twisted, my mind spinning with the fact that we were both pretending, both caught up in this silent thing. When I finally came, I bit my lip hard to stay quiet, and he rolled over like nothing happened, but we both knew.