I was not yet ready for the next big step. I wonder even now if I would have agreed to do that if Greg had requested it? I honestly do not know. But I... know I did want to please him. It did not take long for Greg’s movements to become more intense, more frantic. He started to moan as his hips rocked forward to meet the trusts of my fist. I could see the tiny slit of his urethra at the tip of his boner open slightly as I pulled the skin tight on each down stroke. I was getting quite an education. It may have been a rational argument, but it sounded like bullshit at that moment and we actually quarreled about it, I didn’t realize how possessive I had become. The first month we saw each other every weekend. I basically dropped out of the frat to which I had devoted my first three years. Part of that development was due to my fractured relationship with Nick, who was the president, but I mostly lost interest in partying, and I devoted all my energy during the week to finishing my work so I. . the slight sexual attraction to him, I was finding it very hard for me to simply walk up to him and say hi.But then I clearly heard him say, "Where's Tim?" and my heart started to race in hope he felt... different about my existence. I didn't even know I was walking towards him until I was practically standing in front of him, but then after an awkward moment, my eyes watered up and I gave him a hug."God, you've grown," I moaned before letting him go."Uhm, yeah, I guess," Eric said a bit. The interior of the house was clean, freshly painted and fully furnished. The furniture was dated but that was easily correctable when Steve’s furnishings were delivered by the movers. Steve was interested in this house and loved the view of the lake the large picture window in the living room afforded of it. When Sally told him what the asking price was and then said him what she thought the sellers would take he told her to make that offer. Steve thought there was no reason for him to look at.