"Hey Aaron," Gerry said as we left the classroom. "I think we should work on the project together."
I just stood there. I didn't know what to say. Gerry had never spoken to me before. This was the beginning of our senior year in college. We lived in the same dorm and had many of the same classes since we both had the same major, but never said a word up until now.
"Ahh. Sure. That would be good." I finally managed to say. Gerry was good-looking, worked out regularly, and was pretty much the perfect male specimen. He had a part time job at the school gym, was popular, and always had a steady girlfriend. I on the other hand, studied more than I socialized, was scrawny but strong from working on my family's property, probably weighed half as much as Gerry, and was gay, completely gay.
"How about tomorrow afternoon. Meet up in the library at 2?"
"OK. Yeah, looking forward to it." I said, because who says no to someone that looked that good.
Surprisingly, we worked together well. Gerry had a funny sense of humor and was a smart guy. Really smart. He could have done the work himself, and I could have too. Not sure why he wanted to work together, but I really liked him, and it did make the project more interesting. I could tell from his stories that he had a big ego. He knew he was attractive and used it to his advantage. He was also very competitive. Always having to win at everything. I was doing my best to focus on the work, but it wasn't easy. Sometimes I'd catch myself staring at his muscular arms or chest, his meaty crotch, wondering what he had down there. Wondering what sex would be like.
One day Gerry said, "Why don't tomorrow you come by my room instead of meeting at the library. We can finish up the assignment there." I agreed. It was easier plus I hadn't seen his room before and I was curious. You can learn a lot about a guy based on how he lives. Turns out his room was just like mine, though much cleaner, more organized. Seems he excelled at everything. It didn't take us long to finish up the work.
"I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat." It wasn't really phrased as a question. It was more of a command. That's just how Gerry said things. Always setting the agenda, his agenda.
"Sure."
"Wait a minute. Let me change first. I don't like what I'm wearing." He had on a button-down shirt and jeans. It seemed fine, but there was no point in arguing. He was going to do what he wanted anyway. I thought this could be entertaining. I've no objection to guys taking their clothes off. In fact, seeing guys in their underwear is my weakness. Bulging briefs and beefy butts with that fold of fabric sliding up their crack sends me over the edge. I'd have to play it cool, and pretend I didn't care. I didn't want to spook Gerry. But hopefully I could get some great inspiration for jacking off. He had already inspired several loads of cum and that was with his clothes on.
Eventually he found what he was looking for, another shirt and different jeans. He stood there making small talk and started to disrobe. Of course, with all the time he spent in locker rooms he probably thought nothing of it, but to me it was like Christmas morning. Removing his shirt revealed a form-fitting red t-shirt stretched over his muscular chest. Dropping his pants exposed well filled blue briefs that were stretched just as tight over his perfectly rounded ass. I was in heaven.
"Geez dude," I said. "You look like a fucking superhero." I couldn't help myself. It just came right out and was completely true.
Gerry gave a satisfied smile and said, "You think so?" Then proceeded to strike several superhero poses to show off his fit body. My eyes were soaking it all in. I was growing increasingly uncomfortable and incredibly turned on at the same time. My cock was rapidly getting stiff in my own underwear.
"I thought we were going to go eat?" I said tentatively, trying to change the subject.
"You know with a little work you could have a superhero body too. You're not big but you've got a good frame, the basics. I could help you get started. You wouldn't need to bulk up too much. At least I don't think so, but I haven't seen you without your clothes. Take them off and let me see what you got."
I said, "Maybe another time," and shifted uncomfortably on the edge of his bed. The problem was, even though I wasn't a big guy, I did have a big dick and a 10-inch throbbing erection isn't easy to hide, even with pants on. If I stood up it would be game over. He wasn't gay, and I had no idea how he would react. "I really should be going," I said nervously and edged closer to the door while staying seated on the bed, trying to hide the hard cock tenting my pants.
"Relax man. Don't be embarrassed. I've seen plenty of guys without clothes." He seemed to lose interest in putting on his own clothes. Instead he came closer to me on the bed. His pointed nipples straining against his red t-shirt, right at eye level. I desperately wanted to nibble them. The ridge of his cock head visible and laying to the left. If only I could run my hands over his ass and those strained blue briefs. I thought I could even smell the scent of his crotch, or maybe I was imaging that. Either way, I was having trouble breathing.
He knew exactly what he was doing. He was using the same techniques he always used to get his way. At this point, I wasn't sure whether he wanted sex or if he just wanted to torment me, prove he had control over me.
"No, I'm not embarrassed," I lied. "I'm just hungry," I said unconvincingly.
"You're hungry all right," he replied with a seductive smile. "I see the way you're looking at me," and then reached down, adjusting his briefs, casually squeezing his bulge.
After a moment I mumbled, "I thought you had a girlfriend?"
