Pick up the burrito by the knife and take a bite. Let the battle begin.

Drew smiled at you.

"Damn, you did not just boost my rito! I am a swole water polo warrior, and I need my b-fast rito."

You shoved the burrito into his open mouth.

"Anything thing to shut you up."

You started feeding Andrew the burrito. He took exaggerated aggressive bites. You picked up a sausage and held it just out of reach.

"You want this?"

Drew smiled and nodded his head. You pulled the sausage away.

"Can't hear you."

Andrew tried to grab the sausage and knocked over his water.

"Well, now you've done it. Way to go. Made a mess of everything."

You grabbed a handful of napkins.

"Get over here; let's get you cleaned up."

Drew walked around the table and stood in front of you. You were seated between him and the rest of the dining hall. Pretending to wipe him off, you unbuttoned his shorts and snaked your hand into his underwear and squeezed his ass.

"I usually make the first move."

"I got tired of waiting. Besides, you had me at 'bro bump.'"

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 and pantsed you.

"Now you did it. BRO BUMP!"

You charged Drew. He squealed. It was not the sort of sound you expected from such a big guy. He tried to run, but the room was not that large. You tackled him on the bed and pulled his shirt up over his head, leaving his arms trapped inside the shirt.

"Hey. No fair. Foul!"

You pressed him back onto the bed, leaned down, and blew a raspberry in the gap between his pecs. Drew laughed and fought to sit up, but he did not put much effort into it.

"You motorboated my pecs?!?"

You unbuttoned his shorts, pulled off his shorts and underwear, and threw them across the room. You got off him, grabbed him by the legs, and pulled him to the bed's edge.

"Ok. Ok. Wait a sec."

Drew sat up and pulled his shirt off. He reached over to his nightstand, rummaged through a drawer, and tossed a tub of Boy Butter and condom onto the bed. Then he returned to the edge of the bed and held up his legs.

"Resume."

You removed your shirt, leaned down, and motorboated his pecs.

"I am offering myself on a platter, and this is what you want to do?"

You coated your middle finger with the lube and pressed insistently against the outer ring of his backdoor. Drew stopped talking and inhaled sharply.

"I don't bottom very often. Go slow."

You pressed harder; your finger slipped in. Drew grunted and looked up at you, worried.

"Finally, you've stopped talking. Listen up because I won't explain myself twice. You are on your back with my finger up your rusty starfish. If you want to stop, let me know now. Otherwise, this is going down the way I say it is going down. I like you, but while I fuck you, the only thing I want to hear from you is how much harder and deeper you want it. Understand."

"Rusty starfish?"

You pushed your finger in up to the knuckle; Drew abruptly stopped talking.

" Let's put your mouth to better use."

You turned Drew onto his side and held your cock in front of his mouth.

"Here is another burrito for you."

"Hardly a burr.."

You hooked your finger and pistoned it in his hole.

"Ahhh ha ha ha"

"I can do this all day. Shut up and suck."

Andrew smiled and took your cock into his mouth; His technique was outstanding. He used a handjob blowjob combination. Drew slid his mouth down your shaft and applied a twisting motion with his hand as he drew back. His mouth was soft and warm, and he knew precisely where to apply pressure with his hand. You continued to prepare his hole now using two fingers. Every time you brushed against his prostate, Drew moaned around your cock. He tried to deep throat you a few times, but had a sensitive gag reflex and pulled back each time.

Fucking tease. Let my cock down that throat.

You put your free hand on the back of his head and pushed your cock down his throat. Drew gagged and tried to pull back, but you insisted.

"Just a little further. Relax that throat."

You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of your cock entering his throat. Drew placed both his hands on your waist and forcefully tried to pull back. But you held his head in place.

"Yessss."

Drew began to punch your abs. You looked down and were shocked to see that his face was turning an ugly shade of purple. You released his head and stepped back from the bed.

What the hell was I doing?

You reached down to help him up. Drew slapped your hand away and scrambled off the bed.

"What the fuck was that?! Get the hell out of my room."

"Look I am sorry, I lost..."

"No, you look. "

Drew shoved you back and against a wall.

"I don't let anyone treat me that way. I enjoyed your little play at domination. It was cute."

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 just to the left of 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?"