Everyone is over eighteen.
The night that Hunter left for the party was the first night I invaded his privacy. Was I proud of myself for it? No, I most certainly wasn't, but how could I control the urge to pull his sweat soaked boxer briefs from his bundle of damp clothing? How could I stop myself from draping his warm, moist underwear over my face and huffing the ripe scent of the most handsome man in the world, deep into my body? How could I deny myself the most intense, toe curling orgasm that I'd ever had, whilst tasting the saltiness from the snail-trail stains that he'd leaked throughout the day? You're right, I couldn't.
Stealing Hunter's underwear became a hobby of mine. Every opportunity that came up, which allowed me to swipe a pair of worn boxer briefs, had me unnaturally horny. Every morning, when I woke with a stiff cock, my mind instantly craved him. Every day, as I sat in lecture after lecture, the only thoughts in my head were of Hunter. Every night as I lay there listening to him snore, I could do nothing but fantasise about how different my life would be if I was born a woman. Every second of every minute of every hour of every day. I was obsessed with him, and there wasn't a single thing I could do about it.
The fact that Hunter was both handsome and kind, confused me to no end. Every hot guy I'd ever known had been an asshole. It was like an unwritten rule in the Handsome Asshole Handbook, but Hunter wasn't like that at all. He regularly checked in on me, sometimes taking the time out to come back from the gym just to ask me if I wanted to hang out with him and his friends. Unfortunately for me, my confidence was still on the floor from high school, so I politely declined every invitation.
He was extremely popular. I'd watched him over the weeks as everybody began to fall in love with him, and before long, even the seniors seemed to love him. I mean, I wasn't surprised. He was bizarrely talented at almost everything. He played football and soccer, and if he found the time between practice and the gym, Hunter could usually be found in the swimming pool. It was easy to see how he'd gotten the body of a god.
"Bro, you have to come out with us tonight" he told me one Friday evening as he stood with a towel around his waist. "Everyone's going to this party, so who knows, you might even find yourself a boyfriend, huh?" He grinned at me, revealing his stunningly white teeth, but as usual, I declined.
"I'll get you out one night" he joked, and dropped his towel as he pulled on a pair of crisp white boxer briefs. I caught a quick glimpse of his amazing cock, but not enough for my obsessed mind.
Hunter left shortly after, and I instantly swiped the underwear he'd shed before his shower. I hated myself for knowing that Hunter was a heavy leaker. His boxer briefs were almost always drenched in his own juices to the point that it soaked through to the front. Sucking the wet fabric was like receiving a mouthful of his pre-cum, and it provided me with endless arousal to spend the entirety of my Friday night jerking off.
It was late when he returned. The room was in darkness, and I lay in bed half asleep. I listened to him hiccup and then stumble over the chair that he used as a closet. "Fuck" he mumbled, trying to pick up the clothes in the dark. I smiled to myself.
"You can turn on the light if you want" I said, startling him.
"Shit, sorry bro" he hiccuped, "didn't mean to wake you".
"I was already awake" I lied, and squinted as the light came on.
Hunter was noticeably drunk. His hair was messy and he had a drunken smile on his face. Even in his intoxicated state, he was undeniably stunning.
"I'm gonna be so fucked tomorrow" he groaned, giving up his cleaning spree and sitting down on the chair instead. I watched as he kicked his shoes off. "You know what's good for hangovers, Corey?"
"What?"
"More beer" he laughed, and a trail of drool spilled down his chin as he crumbled off the edge of the chair and continued laughing from the floor. I chuckled and stood up, only realising that I was in my boxers when I reached him.
"Hey" he beamed, "I can see your balls".
My face flashed red as I looked down, until Hunter cracked up again and took my hand. "I'm just fucking with you, bro" he said, as I helped him toward his bed.
He flopped down on the mattress and managed to get half of his shirt off before he became trapped in it. "Help me out, man" he giggled, so I took hold of it and eased it over his head. "You're a good guy, Corey" he continued, unzipping his jeans, "you deserve a nice boy to look after you".
"Thanks" I smiled, unsure whether to help him with his jeans or not. He got them to his knees and gave up, so I did.
"No, seriously" he nodded, though his eyes were half closed. "You need to get out there so other gay guys can see what they're missing".
I'd never been good with compliments so I laughed awkwardly and pulled his jeans from his feet. Hunter grabbed my wrist and I froze as he looked up at me.
"Why are you so nervous?" He asked, and I swallowed. "Do I make you nervous?"
"No… No it's not that" I said, trying not to picture myself sniffing and sucking his underwear every single day for the last month.
"Good" he nodded, still keeping his hand around my wrist and jerking me slightly closer to him. "Because I don't want you to be nervous around me, Corey".
I was close enough now that I could smell a mixture of beer and mint from his warm breath. I couldn't even speak as I stared into his stunning eyes, and suddenly Hunter was naked, and his boxer briefs hung from the end of his finger.
"I had a teddy bear when I was a kid" he laughed, "he had big brown eyes like you".
I wasn't sure what to say. I desperately tried to keep my eyes from his large, flaccid cock which was now inches from my hand.
"You'd make a nice teddy bear, Corey" he hiccuped again, and with his strong arm, Hunter wrapped himself around my waist and dragged me onto his single bed. I grunted as he dropped his arm over me, and I stared at the ceiling in shock as he nuzzled into me.
"Goodnight bro" he mumbled, sliding his bare leg over mine until I could feel the heat of his crotch against my thigh.
"Um…. Goodnight" I managed, and moments later, Hunter was snoring again.
I had no idea how I'd gotten to this point, but was I upset by it? Absolutely fucking not.