When I went to college my last year, I was surprised when I met the Assistant Area Complex Director. His name was Derek, and his biceps immediately caught my attention. Hurls of strength that looked smooth enough to taste. He was standing there at 6'03." A football and CDs at the entrance to his apartment, and I knew that I would be glad to see him as much as I could. The first weeks went by and I had the pleasure to call him to fix problems in my apartment. If it wasn't the bathroom sink not working properly, it was the broken curtain rod, or a sticking door. I would call him to ask him residence life questions, and I think that after a while he even started to remember who I was. See, I was not very popular on campus. I stood at 5'10", brown hair and eyes, and weighted around 170 lbs. I wasn't the most attractive college senior either, but I could hold an intelligent conversation. The semester went along, and I made it a routine to walk by his apartment on the way to mine. I got really lucky at the start because he would there seated at his lounge chair without a shirt with the curtains drawn open. His bare chest with a well-defined six-pack always gave me some material to jack off to when I got back to my apartment. I can still remember those yellow shorts that he always wore. It was like he never got tired of them because every night like clockwork, there he was seated there watching television in those yellow shorts. As the weeks went by, Derek would look at me when I walked by and nod. His clean-shaven smile would make me hard on the spot, but being that I was in the dark, I do not think he could tell. I have a small cock, around 6" when hard, not like those artificially hyped ones that most erotic stories claim. The weeks drudged on, and I saw less of Derek. Either his curtains were drawn, or our schedules conflicted, but I didn't see him. I tried to arrive at his window at different times, but nothing seemed to work. One weekend, I happened to visit his apartment window when I saw her. The splendor of her appearance made me cringe because I knew that Derek had a girlfriend. She was standing with her back to me, washing dishes with Derek at her side. My hopes of becoming Derek's friend dwindled. Why become a friend with a loser when you have a girl to screw? At least that is what I thought at the time. I still wanted to see more of Derek. He lived on the first floor of this outside apartment complex. So I counted out where he lived and would now walk along the backside of the building to see if I could get a glimpse in his bedroom window. The first couple times I looked in the wrong window and saw a clutter room with dirty clothes all around, or an empty bedroom of a vacant apartment. I finally found his apartment's back window, but the curtains were drawn. They were always drawn. Sometimes I would be lucky and I could see the light turn on, but that was it. (Now isn't this story a waste of your time?? Well, it is not over yet.) Derek definitely was a pipe dream, but I could handle an attractive apartment manager. I think he was a football player, but I never could find him on the campus website. My attraction to Derek had become a fixation. I would wake up to dreams about him, and call him all the time and hang up. I had to see more of him, or at least him. It had been over a month since I saw him with a woman, and I needed him. My grades were slipping, and I wasn't getting along with roommate. I found it an opportune time to schedule a meeting with him. I called him up. "Hi, Derek. This is Mike in 401. I need to talk to someone." Derek and I scheduled a time, and I jacked off all night while thinking about the possibilities of this encounter. The night arrived and I wore my best "college guy" attire, loose khakis that were loose to slide down to show my boxers when I walked, a short-sleeve light blue shirt, and a pair of sandals. I knocked and Derek came to the door. That moment right before he opened the door was the best moment of my life. My heart was pounding as it tried to escape my chest, my mouth went dry, and I turned my head to run away. "Wait, Mike... What do you... Oh yeah, we are meeting tonight." I turned to face him and immediately got hard. There Derek was just like I remembered, shirtless in yellow shorts and a smile on his face. Our conversation was not very interesting. I told him about my grades and my problems with my roommate. He stated the procedures to getting a new room/roommate. We talked for what seemed like hours, but my attention kept drifting to his body. The curves of his shorts as he shifted while speaking to me. The right nipple and the six pack. I could watch him forever. "So do you have an more questions? Mike? Do you?" My attention was somewhere else. Derek waved his hand in front of my eyes. "No, I think you answered them. Thanks for the help." I got up, ready to leave. He got up to see me leave, but at that moment, I saw something. Derek's yellow shorts were tented. It may have been my imagination, but I saw something. Then Derek's hand went to his shorts and he adjusted his cock. Nothing. Now I could see nothing. As the screen door slammed shut, I felt an urge to turn around. I ran around the building and there was Derek. The blinds were left open a crack and centered in my vision, Derek was removing his yellow shorts. His brown hair looked so delicious, fluffed up right above his cock. It was semi-erect, 6 1/2 inches or so. He turned to go into the bathroom and I saw a cute bubble butt. I wanted to knock on the window, or sneak in. I never got up the nerve to confront him, but my jack off sessions will never be the same after seeing Derek naked.
