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Chapter 1: Chris, Part 1
First, I'd like to tell you about Chris. He wasn't my first, but he was the best.
It was my first semester at the small state school. Chris and I were in the same Intro to Management class. Very boring stuff, you can imagine. I never missed a class, though. Maybe you can guess why.
The first time I saw Chris, I was immediately turned on. I may have even been salivating a bit. I was already seated when he walked in, and my eyes were immediately drawn to this very fit and handsome Greek boy. He was about six feet tall, had short black curly hair and dark brown eyes. He was wearing a tight gray t-shirt, perfect to show off his pecs and his arms. His black nylon workout pants were prominently displaying a sizeable bulge. I watched out of the side of my eye as he walked toward me, my eyes trying to surreptitiously take in as much of him as they could. He stopped two rows before mine, put his bag down, and grabbed his balls before sitting down. Damn. That one little act caused my breathing to quicken, my heart rate to increase. I closed my eyes to try to burn the image of his beautiful bulge into my mind. I would need this for later.
I held off masturbating until I got in bed that night, since waiting always makes it more intense. Fuck, he was beautiful. Perfectly sculpted features. Tan skin. Dark eyes. Those muscular arms. That bulge. Oh my God, that bulge. It was mouth-watering. He must be hung. Oh yeah, that bulge. Mmmm. I bet he's got a big uncut cock with huge hairy balls. Yeah. I want to see that cock. I want it in my hand, in my mouth, in my ass. I want him inside of me so badly. Oh yeah. Those huge balls. I bet he shoots so much when he orgasms. I want his cum all over me. All over my face, in my mouth, all over my body. I want to rub it into my skin. I want to feel him on top of me, pressing down on me, grunting into my ear as he shoots his load in my ass.
Well, that's better.
I discovered during the second week of the semester that Chris and I lived in the same building. This really pleased me.
As the weeks went on, I always tried to sit behind and diagonal to Chris. That was the best view, in my experience, to see a guy's underwear when he leans over. Chris rarely disappointed. He liked Calvin Klein boxer briefs, usually gray. Unfortunately, he didn't wear the workout pants too often. He seemed to prefer jeans most days, but that was almost better, in a way. His jeans had holes ripped in them at the knees and sometimes the thigh. I loved it when a patch of his hairy, muscular thigh was visible through a hole. He was definitely a hairy boy.
No matter what kind of pants he was wearing, Chris always wore a tight short-sleeved t-shirt. And when I say tight, I mean his shirt perfectly outlined his pecs, his shoulders, and his six-pack. His shirts left little to the imagination, but I had no idea how hairy his body was. I really wanted to find out.
I spent the whole semester jerking off to thoughts about Chris. We didn't really talk much, since I don't really talk to anyone. During the Spring semester we had a statistics class together. I knew I couldn't stand watching him for another semester without doing something about my lust. That's when I formed my plan.
Three weeks later, the preparations were complete. It was a Friday night. I got dressed in my party best: dark jeans, black boots, a blue button-down shirt, and a black jacket. I made my way over to the student apartments where there was a big party that I had heard Chris talk about. I went inside and waited.
I was standing by myself, but no one really noticed, since the apartment was crowded and most people were already drunk by the time they showed up. I don't normally drink, and tonight was no exception, since I needed a totally clear head. After about an hour, I saw Chris walk in. He was with his roommate Antonio and a blonde girl. I couldn't tell if the girl was with Chris or Antonio, but I was hoping she wasn't with Chris, since that might ruin the plan.
I watched Chris for the next two hours, trying not to make myself noticed. He was drinking quite a bit, but he seemed to handle himself well. He wasn't falling over or starting fights or pissing in a plant or anything. After another few minutes, Antonio and the blonde girl finally left, which was just what I wanted.
I waited until Chris was alone and approached him.
"Hey, Chris. How's it going?" I asked.
"Hey, not bad, dude. Not bad. Hey, we're in the same stats class, right?"
"Yeah, we are. Listen, dude, are you okay? You look like you're about to pass out."
"Nah, man, I'm good. I'm good."
"I could walk you back to your room if you want. I was headed out of here, anyway."
"I told you I'm good, dude. Don't worry about it."
He stumbled a bit, nearly falling down.
"On second thought, you sure you don't mind walking me over? I live in Cromwell."
"Hey, me too," I replied.
So Chris and I began to make our way from the party back to our dormitory. After a few yards he put his arm around my shoulders to steady himself. I could feel his strength even in the way he was drunkenly holding onto me. I put my arm around his waist. He was solid muscle. I couldn't wait for what would happen next.
We finally reached Cromwell, Chris's arm still around my shoulders. We got into the elevator.
"I'm on the third floor, dude," he told me.
"I know. Let's make a quick stop at my room, though. It's on five."
He didn't reply. Maybe he didn't hear me. He looked like he was out of it at this point.
We reached the fifth floor and we walked down the hallway to my room. I was feeling a bit adventurous, so I wrapped my arm around Chris's waist again, then slid my hand down to his ass and grabbed it.
"Hey dude, what...?" he trailed off.
His ass was perfectly round and hard. I wanted to stand there groping his hot, hard body. But I had to pace myself. There would be plenty of time later.
We reached my room and I opened the door. Chris walked in ahead of me. I took this opportunity to remove the syringe filled with tranquilizer from my pocket and injected it in his arm. Chris looked at me with wide eyes for a second, before they closed. I quickly grabbed him so he wouldn't fall down. He was completely limp now.
I had overestimated how heavy he was, and it took some work to get him on my bed. After a minute of struggling with his dead weight, I lay him face up on my bed. He looked so peaceful and gorgeous - like a sleeping god.
I began by straddling him, my arms holding me up on either side of him. I pressed my lips against his. They were smooth and soft. I put my tongue into his unyielding mouth. He tasted like beer, so I didn't continue. Instead, I began to kiss around his mouth, his chin, and his neck. Aside from the smell of alcohol, there was also a faint musky scent, which really turned me on.
I sat back and looked down at his upper body, clad in one of his ubiquitous tight t-shirts. He had arrived at the party with a jacket, but I guess it got lost sometime during the night. I rubbed my hands along the taut fabric, feeling his muscular pecs, pinching at his nipples. My hands moved down to his abs. I could actually feel the six-pack beneath the shirt. I had never been with a man in such great shape. I could hardly contain myself.
I removed his shirt, revealing his gorgeous chest and stomach, all covered in trimmed dark hair. I sniffed his t-shirt before dropping it on the floor. It smelled of sweat and cologne and got me even more excited. I rubbed my hands all over his body again, this time without the barrier of fabric. His skin was so warm. I breathed in the scent of his body, a strong, masculine scent. I licked his right nipple while playing with the left. They both began to harden. I lightly bit the left one while rubbing my hand along his torso. This was making me so hot.
I looked into his face. His eyes were still closed. His breathing was slow and regular. Soon, he would be giving me the ultimate pleasure without even realizing it.