An average saturday night for me is sitting alone, drinking alcohol and playing ps4 with my boys, until eventually my roomate comes home with yet another beautiful bitch that he fucks raw and thoroughly in our shared bedroom barracks room. His bed is about 10 feet away from my desk, so i hear everything. Their whispers, her giggles, and of course the sex. This particular night, I just decided to grow some balls. I hear them laughing, which is usual, but this time i hear a loud SMACK. (on her ass). She proceeds to laugh, and i suddenly start shaking. "Dont do it.'' I think to myself. "Dont do it. Dont do it. Dont do it." I hear another smack. That was it for me. I stormed over to his side of the room, where i hover over his bed and yell something to the extent of "IM SICK OF YOU RUBBING IT IN MY FACE EVERY FUCKING NIGHT THAT YOU GET PUSSY AND THAT IM A FUCKING LOSER. I CANT FUCKING TAKE THIS SHIT ANYMORE.'' Their reactions were the same. Wide eyed silence. He had an expression on his face that I had never seen on a person before. He looked actually scared of me. The girl he was with's beautiful blue eyes were wide open too, but I was almost blacked out at this point and everything felt like a dream. This was the most powerful i have ever felt in my entire life. I went back and layed my head on my desk. The shaking slowly cooled down. They both gathered her things and left, and about 20 minutes later two guys from our platoon came to check up on me. i just told them i need a new roomate and they agreed to see about getting me moved. The only interactions ive had with my roomate since Saturday is awkward eye contact and silent movements around our room.
