This story has no connection to any real person so don’t sue me. Now that I’ve said that, it’s all true. If you’re looking for a romantic story, look elsewhere. This story is meant to be hot and tell you what really happened. I’m still fucking him as often as I can.
I met Bobby in college, when he was a sophomore and I was a senior. At 19, he was a skinny athletic boy whose sharp features and handsome face made him very popular with women. His skater hair and incredible eyes could have put him in an Abercrombie catalog. He could have just about anyone of them he wanted. Even now, at 26 and married, he’s still chiseled and athletic.
When I met him, he was an RA in the dorm next to mine. After meeting him we became friends and did rounds together. Women had long been my, “weapon of choice” but I had done some messing around in my past. I had dated and fucked a lot of women in between, but I hadn’t messed around with another man in a few years.
But Bobby was different. I was drawn to him. He had that kind of friendly energy that always drew people in. During rounds, and hanging out in our dorm, I would direct the conversation to women he was dating, sex, anything to get more info out of him without risking his suspicion. It wasn’t hard; he loved to kiss and tell. He was a self- proclaimed “lip-slut”. He’d make out with any co-ed who showed interest. And at college parties, sorority bashes, and after-game keggers, he always found some cute blond to make out with, fingerfuck, or get a blowjob from. And he enjoyed telling me about it too. We traded all the dirty details of our sex life two college guys could tell.