“Chris!” I yelled as he was walking up to me. His next class was in the class room I had just left. He looked over and saw me, and lit up with a huge smile. Then he spread his big wingspan and we moved toward each other. We embraced each other tightly, almost squeezing the air out of each other. But this time was different. As we started to move apart, he left a soft kiss on my cheek. Now this was very peculiar for three reasons. First, he had a girl friend whom I had met on various occasions. Second, I had never been kissed by someone with a scratchy beard. And third, there was a crowd of people around us made up of our peers and friends.

I was not quite sure what to think. This was extremely unexpected. One of our friends asked him about what he had just done, and Chris’s response was simply “I am feeling kind of feminine today”. I stayed dumbstruck for about a minute. When I finally had enough time to compute what was going on, Chris and the rest of the next class had moved into the classroom. I walked back to the dorms with my some of my friends, most of whom made little bewildered comments about what had just happened.

It was all I could think about for the next couple of days. It was just a peck on the cheek, but my goodness he was so hot. He had a brilliant smile and twinkling eyes. He worked out to maintain his herculean physic, and every girl I knew went gah-gah over him. In fact, I was harboring a little bit of a crush on him, and now the thought of the little peck made my cheek tingle.

But I wasn’t sure what anything had meant. I was pretty sure that it had been some weird reflex, and so it was unlikely that the kiss stemmed from any subconscious desire for me. And it wasn’t like he had grabbed my ass and licked my ear. But still it made me wonder if there was perhaps a chance that I could score an opportunity to get a little farther with Chris.

I figured at least I needed to talk to him about it. Just to clear the air if there was air that needed cleaning. But I waited a couple days so as to not seem too inquisitive or abrasive. So two nights latter I walked down to the first floor to see if he was there. It was like ten o’clock and most college kids would just be starting their homework. But Chris was usually done with his homework at three in the afternoon two days before it was due. If I was lucky, he would be awake.

And boy was I lucky. As I walked down the hallway, I noticed his door was open. So I walked in. Chris was sitting on his chair in only his boxers, checking his Facebook. This was not a truly uncommon sight though, as he was often seen in just boxers in his room. I knocked on the door politely and asked if I could come in. He replied with a warm smile and said of course I could.

I pushed the door open and moved into the room. It was so immaculately clean. He stood up and opened his arms so as to provide me a place to grab a hold of his tight body. I gladly did so, and squeezed until I felt the blood start to rush to my cock. I did not want to freak him out. Then he sat back down and turned back to his computer. As he did so he asked “Well my friend is there something I can do for you?” making me feel very safe for some reason.

I was torn between being subtle or jumping on his lap and kissing him all over. I decided subtlety was a better plan and so I innocently moved behind him and asked him what he was doing. He started explaining the conversation he and his girlfriend were having electronically. I started to massage his shoulders, an action I had carried out countless times. He continued with his story and I rubbed those perfect shoulders in an almost sensual way, employing sensitive touch instead of brute force.

I stopped massaging once his story was done, and sat down in his roommate’s chair. He turned around to face me so we could continue the conversation. He leaned back in his chair and spread his legs for balance. As he did so he put his arms behind his head, providing me with an amazing view of every muscle in his body.

And so we talked about Facebook, and school, and other topics if a “shoot the breeze” nature. I looked at the clock and it was now approximately ten forty-five. Chris was starting to hint that it was bed time, and I could see in his face that he was tired, but trying not to be rude. So I got up and moved towards the door. I told him I was going to let him get to sleep, and he told me thank you and he moved in for another hug.

As we embraced I sort of pushed my head into the crook of his neck, and in response he did the same thing. I decided to not try my luck and so I pushed away and said good night. He cordially responded, and I left to go to bed.

The next day started like any other. I woke up, went to my math class, came back to my room and changed into my swim stuff, and then went to swim. I swim in a Speedo, but as that is not really something to walk across campus in, I usually wear board-shorts over it until I get there. But today I decided to wear some tight American Eagle low rise boot cut pants over my Speedo. Today was great because my last two classes of the day had been canceled so all I had to do was finish swim. It was a pretty hard work out, but it felt really good.

I was walking back with my friend Brad, who was also in the class, when we happened across Chris. Brad and I had a very, well, intimate relationship, and though we weren’t dating Brad liked to be a little possessive. Chris and I exchanged hugs and then he walked with us back to the dorms. Brad had a class on the way so I hugged him goodbye and as we hugged he slid his hand down my pants and squeezed my ass. I didn’t think Chris noticed, as he didn’t say anything as we continued on to the dorms.

Once we got there, Chris asked if I could give him a hand with something. I said sure, just I needed to go get out of my bathing suit. He said it would only take a minute, so I said what the hell. We went to his room and apparently he wanted to move a desk over. So we lifted it and shuffled it over to the other side of his room, next to his bed. The desk was quite heavy, and in a dramatic expression of my fatigue, I jumped up on his bed and put the back of my hand on my forehead.

I heard the door close and I looked up. Chris was standing by the door looking at me. I figured this was my queue to look sweet and vulnerable. I gave him an innocent smile and sort of sat up. He came over to me and climbed up next to me on the bed. I sat up all the way and whispered “Chris, I’ll help with whatever else you need.”

His arm reached around me and grabbed my side. He pulled me in close. Our faces were inches away. His breathing was heavy, and I could feel his breath on my neck and face. Then his other hand came around and trapped me in a big bear hug, with his head pressing into my chest. I was quite taken aback by this sudden change in tension, from sexual to uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure what to do. But then I heard soft crying.

I had never seen or heard Chris emote in this way. He was always very happy but very private. I put my hand on the back of his head and softly patted his back, and asked what was wrong. He said his girlfriend had just told him she was moving to Illinois and that she was uninterested in long distance relationships, even though they had been dating for two years.

I continued patting his back and softly rubbing his head, and offered words of sympathy and encouragement. I went through the whole book of suggestions and clichéd responses, and eventually he stopped sobbing. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, much like a child would do, and then gave me a bigger hug. We hugged for what seemed like ten minutes, and all the while I was wondering why people always come to me when they are break up.

You would think this would serve as a turn off, but instead it made me more entranced with him. Here he was, sitting in front of me at his most vulnerable. And yet I could not in good faith make a move. Once we stopped hugging, he said he needed to use the rest room, and I took the opportunity to use the one on this floor too. We left his room and walked down to the bathroom. There are only stalls in the dorm bathrooms, and we filed into adjoining ones.

I didn’t really have to use the restroom; I just really wanted to masturbate. I had developed a massive hard-on and quickly got to work at relieving it. There was loud music coming from a boom box in the bathroom, so Chris couldn’t hear me. I stood there and started working my cock extremely hard. I licked my hand and felt my saliva lubricate my cock, and in less than a minute pumped hot cum into the toilet and on my hands.

I licked the cum off my hand and cleaned up and then zipped up my pants. I exited the stall and found that Chris had already gone back to his room. I washed my hands and then went back to his room.

I pushed the door open and walked into his room. He was sitting in his chair, so I crawled up into his bed, so I could face him. He looked at me and we just started talking. He went on and on about how she was the one, or so he thought, and all the stuff they had done and been through together. Eventually the conversation turned to more about him and his life.

I learned more about his days in high school, the town he grew up in, and so on. I watched as the light outside started to dim, and eventually it was night. I suggested we go to dinner at the dining hall, so we did. It was not anything too special, just food. Afterwards we went back to Chris’s room.

There we resumed the positions we had been in all that day. I jumped up onto his bed and he sat at his computer. He was quieter and looking at pictures on his computer, so I started texting to keep myself occupied. I was starting to get restless. I asked him what he was looking at and he said the pictures were from a trip they both had taken. I told him he had to stop. I said there was no way that this was helpful.

So he closed his laptop and we resumed talking, this time about me. After a few minutes he thanked me for hanging out with him all day. As he said this, he walked over to his dresser and took off his shirt. He continued talking, but removed the rest of his clothes too. Still facing away, he pulled open his drawer and put on some tight American Eagle low cut boxer-briefs and some pajama bottoms and a tight muscle shirt.

He climbed up onto the bed, and I, still mesmerized, wiggled over to give him room as he dangled his legs over. I then realized I was still in my Speedo. I told him I was going to go change. He looked at me in an expectant, so I said I would just change here and go commando if he was okay with that, as my room was “so far away”.

He said it was fine, so I climbed down and then turned and faced away. I slid my pants off, and then pulled my Speedo down. I looked back and Chris was politely looking away. So I replaced my pants, but decided to take my shirt off. I said it was just too warm in here, and he didn’t care. I climbed back up in the bed.

I laid there and we continued talking. Eventually he lay down next to me, me lying on my side with my head on my hand, him staring up at the ceiling. I just drank in his whole body. He sat up and removed his shirt, and then lay back down after slowly rubbing his chest down to his abs. Our conversation started to drop off, and eventually he started to fall asleep.