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I did not expect this, is Jordan actually my neighbor?! A million thoughts raced through my mind, as my eyes glued to Jordan’s IG story. I mean I know we were attending the same college, but now he is also my neighbor?!
The first day of school on any campus is a pain to navigate, on top of the usual bad school traffic, there are people making wrong turns, and everybody seems to be circling in the parking lot. It took me a while, but at last, I found open space for parking on the 3rd floor of the parking structure.
This was my last year of general education, and on my schedule, there were classes like introduction to anthropology, English 1B, and Introduction to Statistics. I did already go through a tour of the school during the summer after enrollment, so I found my classes pretty easily.
When I entered my anthropology class I saw him, Jordan, sitting in the left row towards the back of the class. He looked better in person than in the photos he posted on Instagram. Since the last time I saw him, he differently put on some more muscles and looked more mature. Although he still kept the same hairstyle as he did back in middle school. The seat to his right was empty, so I seized the opportunity and took the seat to his right.
“Hey, Nate! It’s nice to see you again, how’s it been man?” Jordan asked with a friendly smile. I don’t know why, but Jordan’s smile is the type of smile that made you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, and I just cannot get enough of it.
“Hi,” I said sheepishly, fuck, I must sound terrible to him.
The anthro professor announced the start of our class. After the announcement, the syllabus, and how the grading system worked, we got into the ice breaker part of the class.
“Turn to the person to the left of you and ask them what their favorite sport, food, and TV shows are, additionally I would also suggest you guys exchange contact information with your peers, you guys are each other’s greatest resource,” the professor said, you can tell by the voice that he is super straight, the type of guy that will watch a football game on the weekends while drinking some beer.
“Lol, it looks istanbul travesti like I’m getting your number after all Nathaniel Norman” Jordan said, referring to the last time he asked for my phone number. I of course exchanged my phone number with him and saved him in my contacts. It’s funny to me that Jordan pronounced “lol” like “lole” instead of “el-oh-el”. I feel my lips involuntarily pointed upward, and I mirrored Jordan’s smile.
Oh wait! That’s what’s so lifeless about my sketches, there was no smile, how could I ever forget to include Jordan’s smile in my sketchbook?!
As I talked with Jordan, I started the discussion around food, since I figured that he posts a lot of food items on Instagram this would be a topic he would most likely be willing to talk about and not find boring.
“My favorite food is actually Poke bowls” Jordan answered with an infectious smile on his face, although I don’t know what a poke bowl is, I bet it is something good just by the way he said it.
“What is Poke?”
“You don’t know what Poke is?!” Jordan looked at me with a shocking impression, “Before I explain it, what is your favorite food, Nate?”
“My favorite food is Sushi,” I said, I mean what else can I say? Sushi is just really really good
“I had a feeling you were going to say that, pretty much everyone’s response is always Pizza, Burgers, or Sushi. Poke is basically sushi but in a bowl, you get the same fish, rice, and seaweed, if you love Sushi you’ll definitely love Poke”
“Ah, thank you, I will go and try out some Poke place later on”. I lied in fact, I do know what a Poke bowl is, I was half expecting Jordan to say that he would take me to a Poke place to eat, but I already knew that it was not going to happen because to Jordan, I’m probably a nobody.
We then discussed what our favorite TV shows are, and it turns out Jordan likes Anime, Death Note, Attack on Titan, Sword Art Online, etc. I enjoy hearing him give a brief description of what each show is about. I watched most of those shows myself, and we discussed plots, theories, character arcs, and what we like and dislike about each show. istanbul travestileri It is truly amazing to see the geeky side of Jordan, something I did not expect from him. The conversation with Jordan was amazingly fun. And last but not least, as expected, his favorite sport is swimming
I wanted to ask him if he was my neighbor, but my tongue froze just as I was about to ask him the question. How should I phrase my sentence? Are you my neighbor? Where do you live? No, that sounds creepy, or maybe it doesn’t?
The rest of the school day went by pretty uneventfully. Normally during lunchtime, I would go to the classroom of one of my teachers that allowed me to eat lunch there. However, since this is the first day of school and I don’t know the teachers that well, I instead found a quiet place next to the cafeteria under a tree to eat my lunch.
As I got home from school, I put my backpack on my desk and hopped onto my bed. I need to wind down from this long day. I laid sideways and turned my phone on to browse Jordan’s IG story again. I already had a pretty good feeling that he was going to be my neighbor and my suspicions will soon be confirmed later that night when my mom sent me to check our mailbox.
As I walked through the front gate, I noticed a silver Toyota Prius slowly driving towards my way. The garage door of the house diagonally across from my house opened, and the Prius parked inside of the garage. A familiar silhouette emerged from the driver’s side of the car. The hairstyle, the body frame, the legs, it was unmistakable know, Jordan was, indeed, my neighbor.
Jordan then walked outside of his garage door and waved at me before going back inside his house. I feel both joy and anxiety with now, the confirmed fact, that Jordan is my neighbor. After handing the mails to my mom, I went upstairs and saw one unread message on my phone, and it is from Jordan.
Jordan: Hey Nate, I didn’t know we lived so close, did you smell the laundry detergent this morning?
Me: Yeah, it was a weird start for the first day of school, my mom and I think someone’s laundry machine must have been broken.
Jordan: travesti istanbul Hey do you want to try out a Poke place tomorrow after class? I know a place that’s pretty good and close to campus.
Me: That would be nice, thanks.
I told my mom about Jordan, how he is my classmate and our neighbor. At first, my mom didn’t recall who Jordan was, but I reminded her that it was the cashier that rang us up at the grocery store.
“That’s great, this is the first time in a while that you’re hanging out with someone at your school.” My mom had a joyful look on her face, a smile that was sincerely happy.
“You should invite him over once we fully settle in this house,” my mom said as she looked at some of the boxes that were still present in the living room.
“I’ll think about it, but I don’t really like people to come over”, I lied. Well…I partially lied. Normally I would not want anyone from school to come over to our house, but with Jordan, he’s different, I want to be around him, and I do want him in my room, and I am content if we just talked about anime and other stuff.
When bedtime came, my thoughts drifted into my fantasy world. In my fantasy world, there are magical robots, dragons, angels, and fairies. They live in the clouds in a floating futuristic city. Damn, this makes a good drawing project.
My thoughts then inevitably drifted back to Jordan. I’m picturing his naked body, his pecs, and arms, his quads, and his legs. Blood rushed to my dick once again, and I felt pretty horny. I involuntarily started to hump the pillow that was positioned between my legs.
I imagined Jordan sneaking in the window and coming to my room. I imagined him taking off his shirt and jumping into my bed. I imagined him kissing me in the neck, his body weight on me. I tried to imagine the sensation of how it feels when his skin touches mine, and when his chest sticks to my back. I imagine his hands rubbing on my arms. Then I imagined him slowly grinding his dick on my ass, in the middle of my buttcrack.
I started to pant and moan, lost in my own erotic fantasy. I imagined that I’m Jordan and the pillow that I was humping was me. Soon I feel on the edge of cumming as I hump my pillow more and more aggressively. With a few last thrusts, cum burst from my dick and onto my pillowcase. And then I felt the familiar euphoria after cumming, and with that, I soon fell asleep.
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