Why I’ll Never Go Sharking Again Chapter 3

If you've been following along, you'll know what I went through yesterday. A few days ago, I was a normal college student. Actually, a few days ago, I was a normal HETEROSEXUAL college student, but now I'm not sure what to make of myself. I share an apartment with my friend Jason and we're not gay, but due to stupid behavior we have found ourselves in a new "relationship" and we definitely don't wear the pants.

So in case you forgot, my name is Marcus and our day took this unexpected turn when we decided to go "sharking." That's when you either sneak up on a girl and quickly pull her top off or pull her shorts down and run. And we had fun doing it until I picked the wrong girl, one with a 10 inch dick. Pulling Ashley's shorts down got me raped in an alley, brutally at that. Jason sped off without me (or so I thought, I later found out he video-taped my encounter) and I was forced to ride the bus home. The one redeeming quality of the day is Ashley eventually returned with her friend Jessica to extract revenge on Jason as well.

Since then I've been avoiding Jason as much as one can with a roommate. Largely in part because after Ashley cam inside Jason, she forced me to clean him up with my tongue and worst of all, he liked it. So after we were attacked I immediately went to my room and locked the door and didn't come out till the next day. I was able to avoid Jason the following day completely. I only left my room to eat and spent the rest of my time in my room. A couple of times while coming or going I would be forced to walk past Jason, but I never made eye contact and almost completely ignored him.

So that night I went to bed, relived that Ashley and Jessica didn't return like they said they would and also glad that I didn't have to speak to Jason, but both of these would end tomorrow. I woke up the next day, around 9am or so, headed into the living room only to see Ashley sitting on the couch getting a blow job from Jason. Immediately I thought I need to run back into my room, when I realized someone was behind me.