Yeah...It's weird. I didn't even see him in that way...Until ya know.
So where to begin? My name is Dante (M20). I'm a college student. I play for their basketball team, which I'm pretty good at, being a starter. I'm a pretty popular guy. I'm 6'4, slim, black, with lovely curly hair, and light brown eyes. While I usually fuck around with whoever I want and hoop. I really only have one close friend, named Kriss (M19).
Kriss is my complete opposite in every way. 5'9, pasty white, blonde hair, blue eyes, and introverted. He only comes outside to hang out with me. I liked Kriss, but he always seemed a little weird to me. For one thing, he was built super feminine. I never knew whether it was an accident, but he had curvy hips and a sizable ass. Like it even jiggled sometimes, that's how nice it was. In my senior year in high school after PE, I smacked his ass to say 'good game' and it made a healthy bounce as the room echoed with my hit. He yelped and looked back at me with shy eyes. He never yelled at me, in fact looking back on it he might've been hoping for another smack. Speaking of...
Another weird thing about Kriss is that he seems to be so close to me. In middle school I relentlessly bullied him, I'll admit. I was a shithead. He was tough, though. Kriss would always stand up to me until freshman year. I slowed up on the bullying, and he kinda stuck by me since he only knew me in school. While I still teased him, It was more friendly little barbs and pushes. Kriss never seemed to mind.
When we got to college, we were roommates. It seemed like for the last few months he's been bating me to bully him. He'd call me names and tempt me to push him around. I'd do it, like the dumbass I am.
Last night was the night I realized his scheme.
I was in my shorts and nothing else. I often freeballed in my shorts, letting my balls breathe after a hot shower. I was in my bed, scrolling through Twitter on my phone. Kriss walked into the dorm room. He was fresh out of the shower, his hair still wet. He had a towel over his body, I assume he had shorts over it, like me. Nope. He dropped them, revealing he had bright red panties on. What made it worse he bent over to pick up the towel, giving me a perfect view of those panties hugging his ass perfectly. I was shocked, I gawked at them. Kriss turned, blushing.
"D-Don't look...queer." He said.
Embarrassed with a hard-on coming, I covered myself with a blanket and scoffed. "You're wearing panties, and I'M the queer?!"
