His ebony skin shone in the sunlight. I leaned further out onto the balcony to get a closer look. Oh, how I longed to run my tongue over his smooth pecs and washboard stomach. The more I thought of him the more aroused I became. Quickly, I walked back into my room before anyone could notice me lusting after him. The last thing I needed was one of my homophobic frats finding out. I hated the fact that my parents had practically forced me to join this fraternity. They said it would help me make long lasting connections and allow me become a well-rounded man. Although, so far, all I had become was a chronic masturbator. With all this testosterone around me I couldn’t help but stay in a constant state of arousal.

I gave my hard on a tug and lay down on my bed. Thoughts of Charles lying out by the pool continued to fill my head. Of all the guys here, I thought of him the most. He seemed to be the most forbidden and, unfortunately, he was also the most homophobic. He was always going on and on about how he had bagged some sorority girl or cheerleader. It was all stereotypical machismo. Although deep down, I wondered if that was all talk.

I stuck my hand inside my shorts and encouraged the blood flow to my cock. I just knew if given the chance I could show Charles I was better than any dumb sorority slut. A smile crossed my face as I thought of him feeding me his big black cock. My fingers wrapped around the base of my erection. “Mmmm, Charles.”

“Eww, Rick you fag! What are you doing?”

I shot straight up and pulled my hand out of my pants. “Steve you ass, haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” I gave him my dirtiest look in the hopes of intimidating him.

“I did,” he said taking a seat on my bed, “but you were too busy dreaming of Charles.”

I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them tightly. “Shut up, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” I looked away from him. I couldn’t bear to face his accusing stare.

Steve threw his head back in laughter. “Chill man, it’s cool with me.” He looked at me with a mischievous smile. “Besides, he’s not all that. Trust me.”

What was he talking about? Had he been with Charles? I wondered.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He said. “He was wasted and thought I was his girlfriend.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Hell yeah I did. Like you wouldn’t?”

I looked down.

“But anyways, like I said,” he continued. “He was not all I thought he was going to be.”

Steve raised his pinky and waved it in the air.

I laughed. “He wasn’t.”

“Oh yeah he was. Charles does not fit the black man stereotype.”

We both erupted in laughter. It felt so good to have someone in the house to share these thoughts and feelings with. For the first time I really looked at Steve. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, a bit of a nerd, but in a cute way. His hair was naturally streaked blonde by afternoons of swimming, which also contributed to his slim build. The best thing about him was the way he laughed. It was a strange mixture of shyness and giddiness that made me laugh that much harder.

“Ok,” I said quieting