This is my second story...enjoy!
Derrek and I had been really good friends ever since we met the summer before our freshman year at the University in a co-ed art seminar for new students. I still remember the day I met him...I was 18 years old and having an awesome summer with high school behind me, finally! It was a hot July morning and I was checking my belongings into the old dorm for the week-long seminar. I was saying goodbye to my parents when I saw him: about 6' tall, caramel skin, and a yellow bandana covering his curly hair. I could tell he was an athlete. I was immediately attracted to him.
Over the course of the week we became buddies. We ate lunch together, worked out together, and made fun of the profs together too. At the end of the week, we exchanged phone numbers and e-mails so that we could keep in touch with one another until we came back to the University in the fall. Once fall arrived we accompanied each other to football games, frat parties, and smoked the "good green" together too.
When our first year of college was over, I moved back home about an hour away and Derrick was staying at the University for the summer. After being home for a week, I was hating living with my parents again, missing my friends and the college life, but most of all missing Derrick. I called him up and he told be that there were jobs on campus for the summer and that I could probably stay in his dorm building if I really wanted to come back. I made the necessary phone calls and I was back at the University two days later.
That summer we spent pretty much every day together. We would have 'mini-parties' in our rooms because there weren't many students around campus, it being summer and all. Occasionally, we'd get pretty tanked in Darrek's room and I'd end up passing out in his bed (too lazy to walk the 5 steps to my own room across the hall). And occasionally my passing out in his bed would lead to drunken fondling here and there, but it never went any further than that. Once I remember lying in his bed with my back to him and feeling his his erect cock against my lower back. Ever since then I've wanted a better look, but the opportunity hasn't presented itself.
So now, two years since we met, Derreck and I are the best of friends. Sometimes when we're really high, we tell people that we're cousins. It's summertime again, but now we're got our own apartments, no more dorms! June is finally here and it's not cold anymore. This particular Thursday, I hanging out at Derrick's goofing off, having a bit to drink (and smoke), waiting for the Lakers/Nets game to start.
"Hey, D!" I yell over the music blaring from his room. "Yo" he answers.