This happened ten years ago and was the catalyst for getting into the lifestyle as a bull.

I went to university in London and my friend from college also got into the same university. Celebrated, had a summer holiday, then moved into separate dorms but promised to see a lot of each other, and help each other get settled.

I spent most of that year racking up experience. I studied hard and played hard, did a whole lot of experimenting with women I met who were also eager to get experience under their belt. My friend on the other hand fell head over heels for one specific girl, and spent all his time pursuing her, even though she clearly wasn't interested and dated around him. But she kept him close too because he fawned so much over her. I hung out with them both, and also my friend on his own sometimes - all he'd talk about was her.

Fast forward to second year when we moved out of dorms. He suggested we find a place together, so I agreed. It ended up being me, him, his crush and another girl we knew. He orchestrated things so that he had the room next to his crush, of course. I found it really sad and pathetic but didn't really say anything - it was no skin off my back what he decided to do.

After about 3 months passed, I think his crush had had enough, living with him was entirely different when we was just constantly harassing her and begging her time and attention. I was drinking in the kitchen with the other housemate and she joined us for a bit and complained about him all night. We jokingly suggested that she should just hook up with a guy in her room, and he'd hear it since they were next door to each other and the walls were paper thin. She laughed, and said it would be cruel, and we brushed it off. I'd always been a bit flirtatious with her, playfully - we're both attractive and my friend is sadly quite ugly, no point lying about it.

Less than a week after that, she threw a fit when she found out he'd stolen a pair of her used panties. She was livid, cursing so much, and just gave me a look and pulled me into her room.

'This has to stop. I can't handle him anymore. Fuck me tonight.'

I'd brought home girls during the period we'd lived together and not exactly been quiet or discreet about it, so she must have been pretty aware that I wasn't an amateur. I took one look at her - a gorgeous, petite Indian girl - and thought to myself, bro code be damned.

We sat down and laid down some rules and limits about what the main point of this was, whether this was a one-off or more, etc. We did a bit of playful fondling just to make sure we were compatible for this, which turned into kissing and heavy petting. While this went on for a while, we waited til evening when he'd come back from classes to properly begin.

I waited in her room and heard her go down to greet him, getting some water from the kitchen, and telling her she had a guest so not to wait up for her to watch TV or anything. Then she came up, shut the door behind her, and gave me a very mischievous grin.

She walked over to the bed and took her top off, throwing it to the floor, while I pulled her onto the bed. We made out passionately, both moaning loudly during it - that was the point, after all. We could have left it at that, or even faked it and not even kissed. But like I said, we'd flirted tentatively for about a year and a half at this point, there was a reasonable amount of tension and we were young enough to risk a friendship for a frivolous, physically exhilarating experience.

I spent the next hour or so manhandling her beautiful body, making sure the impact of flesh on flesh was audible, groaning, making her moan, choke, gag, and gasp. I very nearly told her we should take some photos to show him if it started getting any worse but I bit my tongue and just relished her beautiful face, lips around my cock, slurping, spitting and sucking away.

When I started going down on her and she began quivering and actually making porn-level sounds, we both heard my friend's door slam from outside the room. I stopped for about two seconds to look up at her before I buried two fingers in her cunt, curled them up to press her G spot, and sucked her clit so hard that she was almost squealing. I just couldn't stop thinking about both the beautiful girl I was about to fuck in front of me, and my friend who was being utterly emasculated next door.

I grabbed a condom and unwrapped it while she went back to giving me some incredible head, then pushed her back, put it on, and started sliding into her. She writhed under me, immediately trying to stifle the noise but then remembering what we were trying to do and moaning loudly. I started with long, slow strokes, teasing her with just the head a few times. I got close to her ears and told her to beg me for it, and she obliged eagerly, even saying my name, which made me wide-eyed for about half a second before I started ploughing into her.

We transitioned through a bunch of positions til eventually I had her on the floor, on her hands and knees on the rug in her room, a handful of her hair in my fist, my other hand gripped the flesh on her hip for leverage. I announced that I was getting close to coming, and she once again begged, telling me to come inside her. I obliged, fucking her into the rug so all my weight was on her and she was lying on her stomach, no longer supported by her hands and knees. I thrust one last time and felt myself throbbing again and again as I came into the condom inside her. We must have stayed like that for about two minutes til I started getting soft inside her.

I gave her a little kiss on her cheek before I withdrew, took off the condom and tied it. She looked absolutely radiant, and a little bit shy.

I grabbed my clothes, left the room naked, and headed towards my room. I did hear his door open slightly on my way, so I know he got a quick look at the culprit. I jerked off about three more times that evening to the thought, and that didn't end up being the last time we hooked up - it set a precedent for the rest of the year we lived together.

That's where my kink for being a bull began.