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---------- "Drew": Chapter 1
Every time I think of it, I still cannot believe it. People ask me all the time how Drew and I got together? and I just usually give them a quick ?just lucky I guess? explanation to get them off my back.
It is true that Drew and I are an unlikely couple. I am 5?9? at the most, Drew is 6?1?. I am more of a quiet guy while Drew is more social and gregarious. No surprise there, as most college athletes (AKA Jocks) have that personality trait. He is built and the most I could ever be is ?toned?.
I think back on the first time we met and I cannot believe how it all started either. I just don't think that I want to talk about how it really happened with anybody else other than my man. We look back at it and we both laugh (not to mention starting a round of hot sex).
Well, as these stories go, the prelude is the part that is supposed to hook you into reading the story and set the stage for what is to come. I am Rob Smith, and like my name, I am pretty nondescript. Basically, I am the kind of guy that blends into the background and that nobody really notices. Like some small mammal on a TV nature show that depends on camouflage to survive, it can be said that keeping to myself helped me stay out of trouble while I was in high school. It wasn?t easy but I was able to avoid getting my ass kicked or bullied by insecure asshole looking to bash a fag. I was never really a flamer, just a kid who acted like any other high school guy. Of course, the exception was that I always kept a keen, but discrete eye out for sexy jocks in the locker room and was a chronic masturbator spending my alone time getting my nut while thinking about hot guys. While I have never done anything sexual with a guy, I became a quick study on being gay by studying the stories on the Nifty Adult Archive.
I am an only child and have 2 awesome parents who are doing their best to help me get through my second year of college. I came out to them in my Senior year of high school and they were very accepting. That being said, I am not focusing on my family or my college. It serves my story just to know that I live in a college town about 5 hours from home.
My first year of college came and went. Yes, I was all freaked out about being alone by myself so far from home. While I had never been hornier in my life, I avoided all the LGBQ organizations and just kept my nose to the grindstone. Yup, this means that I am still a virgin. I just state the obvious without putting any emphasis or stigma on still being cherry in my Sophomore year of college. My Freshman year was a typical one. I got into my classes, became familiar with the school, made some acquaintances, but still just kept to myself. I was lucky that I did not have to deal with life in the dorms. One of my grandmothers passed away and left some money for my college education. My parents looked for a place for me to live and found a small enclave of about 10 duplex condo units off the beaten path but near the college. They purchased one for me to live in and hence was able to live by myself. They were on a wonderfully shady street and it gave them a lot of charm. Although my parents did not buy the condo furnished, the previous owner did leave a lot of furniture behind. This helped me out tremendously and I felt like I was living in an actual home setting instead of using cinder blocks and 2x4?s as shelves. The only drawback was that I did not have a car. This was not really an issue as I could always walk or ride my bike to school.
Anyway, it all started that Fall semester when I came home from my first biology lab. It was more of an orientation than cutting things open, so we were let go after about 45 minutes. I jumped on my bike and was glad to be done for the day. I drove down the shady street and saw that the leaves were starting to change. As I coasted into the driveway for my unit I noted that my neighbor had a new car in the driveway; new bright red Chevy Camaro. At the end of last year, an older gentleman was living next door, but he moved into an assisted living facility and his family had sold or rented the condo. A freshman student named Brad had moved in and although we said our fair share of ?Heys? to each other, we had not really spoken at all. I knew that the Camaro could not be Brad?s car, because his Honda coupe was sitting next to it in his driveway.
I continued into my place and It felt good to get inside. While as a general rule, it was cooler in the autumn, it was still kind of hot outside. I grabbed myself a cold bottle of water and downed it. I decided to open the sliding glass door, leaving the screen closed. It was stuffy inside and I thought that the cool air would be nice. I went into my room and was going to change into some shorts, but after a quick pit stop in the bathroom, I never made it to the next step and was walking around in my tight whites and Tee. I opened my bedroom window for even more fresh air and flopped down on my bed.
As I was laying there I heard some voices outside of my window. This part of the condo shared a wall with Brad?s and the window was closest to his part of the split backyard. There were two guys talking and I recognized Brad?s voice. The other voice was new to me. I liked it though. As I was laying there thinking deep thoughts, I could not help but listen to what was going on. The two guys were talking about sports, classes, and of course? girls. As I was listening and letting my mind wander, I heard Brad offer his buddy some beer a few times.
"Drew, you want another beer bro?"
"Sure Brad, I will take one."
That was when I learned that the other guy's name was Drew.
Since I had been up early that day, I eventually fell asleep. I woke up just as the sun had set and it was getting dark. I heard Brad and Drew still talking and when Brad asked again if Drew wanted another beer, he declined saying that he had to get going. Brad acknowledged him and must have gone to take some of the beer cans inside as I heard his sliding glass door open and close. I got up out of bed and was going to start making something for dinner when I heard Drew. He was near my window! As I listened, I heard him mumble something about having to pee.
"Damn, I did not realize I had to piss so bad!"
A few moments later, I heard the sound of him pissing off to the side of Brad's patio. Since it was getting dark and there we no lights on in my Condo, I did not worry about being seen and looked outside the window. I was shocked and chagrined with what I saw!
There was this awesomely handsome guy built as fuck, wrangling a huge to take a piss. It was soft, but it was thick with a big knob on it. It must have been 5- or 6-inches soft hanging in his hand. I remember as I look back that I thought that he would have a very respectable cock if he was a "shower" but that he would be hung huge if he was a "grower"!
I had to push back a gasp as I stood there in the dark looking at this hot guy take a whiz. I decided that I was going to take in everything I could about what I was looking at so that I could remember it. He had a dark forceful stream of piss jetting from his cock. A got a whiff of it as he kept peeing. I did not think to be grossed out or anything. It kind of excited me. I felt my own dick jump in my pants and start throbbing. I must have been about sharing the intimacy of this moment with this guy? even though he did not know I was there. I noticed that I could not see his balls (most guys don't take their balls out when they are peeing) and that he had a trimmed bush. He had a little bit of a treasure trail running up past his waistline which I thought was sexy as fuck.
Drew had the perfect face: not too round, not too long, with a square jaw. He looked like a guy who was leaving being a teenager behind and who was becoming a man.
I stood there in awe of this guy. He had finished peeing and was tucking his cock back into his jeans. He turned away and I saw his jean-clad ass. As soon as the image hit my brain my dick jumped and a big drop of precum squirted into my stretched-out underwear. I was quite simply mesmerized as Drew walked away and entered Brad's condo.
I heard Brad?s front door open and I rushed to the front of the house so I could sneak a look outside. Drew gave Brad a bro-hug and pulled out his keys and made the red Camaro come to life. The car auto-started and unlocked. Drew opened the door and got in and adjusted his seat belt. I was simply in awe of this guy! As he was getting ready to back out, I saw Drew look straight at me. He cocked his head slightly and smiled. As he started to back out his lights came on brighter? and I got momentarily blinded by his high beams! Shit! I should have ducked back but I was caught by surprise! Did he see me looking at him? I was freaking out as Drew backed out of the driveway and drove off. The sound of his car?s engine was just as impressive as the guy driving it!
In spite of me being panicked by the thought of Drew having seen me? I was still rock hard in my tight whites. The front of them and my cock head were smeared by a large amount of precum. I was almost running as I made my way through the dark condo and jumped on my bed. I took the waistband of my underwear and pulled the waistband down under my balls. My balls are bigger than an average guy?s? as least from what I have seen in porn and on the internet. Although my cock is kind of slender it is a little over 7 inches long with a medium mushroom head. As soon as the waistband was tucked under my nuts I had my hands jacking my cock.
After about 25 seconds, I took the fingers of my other hand and ran them over my knob. I covered them in my precum and brought them up to my face. I could smell my cum and breathed in deeply. I opened my mouth and quickly licked them clean? the whole time still flailing my hard cock. I had begun playing back those ultra-recent memories of Drew. The site of his big cock, the smell of his dark piss, his treasure trail?and his handsome face.
Looking back, it was Drew?s BWC that first got to me. This is what became the start of Drew?s BWC fixation. In my mind, I thought over and over what it would be like to taste his cock and hints of his leftover piss and cum. I found that I was edging myself. I was driving myself into overdrive jacking my cock like a mad man up until I was going to cum?then scooping up my pre?and slurping it off my fingers. The smell of my sweaty ball sack, precum, and cock filled the room. I think I would have kept on edging for another 30 minutes but a part of my brain had a thought.
"Feed me your cum Drew! I want to swallow your load!"
As soon as that thought was fully formed, my big sack pulled up and I shot volley after volley of hot bleachy-smelling cum up on to my chest. While most of it absorbed into my Tee, three huge globs of it landed on my chin and around my mouth. As I came, my hips bucked over and over and I felt my asshole repeatedly contract as I got my nut.
I let out a big sigh and just relaxed. The whole room smelled like cock and cum. Twenty seconds after I shot my load, I was still horned up enough thinking about Drew that I scooped up the cum around my mouth and ate it. All of it! I kind of got off on it? pretending it was Drew?s sperm that he shot all over my mouth. A few minutes later, I sat up, peeled off my Tee? and used it as a milk towel. I wipe up my sweaty balls, cock, and mouth, throwing it under the side of my bed.
I got up, threw some shorts on and went about cooking dinner.
As I was lying in bed that night, I felt a sense of excitement. I had to find out more about Drew and had to meet him. If my luck held out, he would be over visiting Brad again soon. Too bad that he did not know that I even existed. Oh wait, I suddenly remembered that he saw me looking out the window at him. I started to panic again wondering if he saw me in my underwear with my hard dick stretching out the front. Fuck! What have I gotten myself into?
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