Lean back in your chair, stretch an arm behind your head showing off you biceps and giving him a peek at your abs.

Drew smiled at you.

"It's cool; I know what you're trying to do."

"Sorry?"

Drew pulled his chair around the table and sat down next to you. Under the table, he put his hands on your leg.

"Let's cut through all the games and bullshit. You are into me. No need to answer; it is a rhetorical question."

He slid his hand up your leg and squeezed your inner thigh. Startled, you jumped up and knocked over your water.

"Well, now you've done it."

You remained standing while Andrew grabbed a handful of napkins. He was seated between you and the rest of the dining hall. Pretending to wipe you down, Drew unbuttoned your shorts, snaked his hand into your underwear, and squeezed your ass.

"Nice and muscular. Just how I like 'em."

He pulled up your t-shirt, groped your cock, and rubbed your abs.

"Excellent assets in the front as well. But of course, I already knew that I've been checking you out since we met. How about we take this back to my room? That was also rhetorical; we're leaving now."

You left the dining hall and walked to Drew's dorm. He had a single. An oversized architect's desk dominated the room, and crudely drawn sketches of buildings and bridges hung on the walls.

Bro Bump wants to be an artist? Architect? Would not have been my first guess.

As you looked around the room, Drew came up behind you, pantsed you, and pushed you face down onto his bed. He came up behind you, grabbed you by the waist, and pulled you back so you bent over the bed's edge. You felt him pressing against your ass. With one hand, he jerked your head up by your hair as he dry humped your ass.

"You want some of this?"

"Do I want your shorts pressed against my ass? I was hoping for..."

Drew delivered a firm slap to your ass.

"Buzz. Sorry, wrong answer. The answer we were looking for was. 'I need you to fuck me in my leather cheerio.'"

You started laughing.

"Leather cheer..."

"Buzz. Two strikes."

"I want some of that in my leather...I can't say it."

Drew grabbed you around the waist and flipped you over onto your back.

He is stronger than I thought.

Drew removed his shirt and shorts and tossed them across the room. He reached over to his nightstand and tossed a condom and tub of Boy Butter onto the bed. He returned to the edge of the bed and threw one of your legs onto his shoulder.

"All the men I bring home want some."

"So you bring home a lot of men?"

Drew looked you in the eyes. Then he let your leg slide off his shoulders and sat down next to you on the bed.

"I am doing this all wrong, aren't I?

You sat up next to him and put your arm over his shoulder.

"I'm having fun."

"No. I need to come clean. There have not been a lot of men. I'm not a prude, but I've been on an extended break, working on myself, I guess you could say. I wasn't lying earlier when I said that I've been checking you out. When I saw you at practice, it was like... I don't know. It was like fireworks. God, I kept inventing those stupid games at practice to create excuses to touch you."

"I don't know, balls in the air was fun."

Andrew chucked.

"So I guess what I am saying is, I think we could have some fun together if you're game?"

You turned and tackled him. He laughed.

You made out for a while. Drew had a great body and was a very energetic partner. He also had a thick cock, just a hair shorter than yours, but thicker. You decided to 69 one another. You were on top. Because Drew's penis was so thick, you mostly used your hand. Drew was giving you a fantastic blowjob. You were so turned on that you started thrusting into his mouth. You got more forceful, and it caused Drew to gag a few times.

"Don't..."

He gagged again.

Fuck that feels good.

You ground into him. Drew pushed you off him.

"I said don't"

You sat up and accidentally kicked Drew's head. He angrily jumped off the bed.

"What the fuck?"

You stood and laughed.

"Sorry, it was an accident."

Drew jabbed you in the chest and backed you into a wall.

"The hell it was. I told you to stop. You think that's funny?!"

Woah, this got out of control fast.

"No, that's not what I meant. Calm down."

You put your hand on Drew's shoulder. He smacked your hand away and exploded in rage.

"Don't you touch me! You don't ever touch me!"

Drew grabbed you by the throat and held you up against the wall. His eyes were glowing red when you looked at him, and his face was distorted; he barely looked like Drew. You were so startled that you didn't think to fight back.

"If you think you can hurt me again..."

Again? What was going on with his voice? He punched you in the gut. You doubled over but Drew slammed your head back against the wall. He lifted you off the ground with one hand and squeezed harder. You could not breathe.

How the fuck is he this strong.

You clawed at his arm. His glowing red eyes seemed to burn into your head. Spittle flew from his mouth as Drew hissed at you.

"You should never have come here. This one is mine. Leave, or I WILL END YOU, GODLING!"

You felt lightheaded; the room began to spin. Drew punched a hole in the wall inches from your head. He suddenly dropped to the floor ****, and you slid down the wall to the floor beside him.

Your throat hurt like hell. You checked Drew; he was breathing. You shook him gently, and his eyes fluttered open.

"Oh god. What did I do this time?"