I’m now a few years older, but every so often I think back to the days I spent as a RA in residence.

I (19 M) was allowed to have relationships with my residents as long as it wouldn’t interfere with my role as a RA, but I never searched for one within my building just to be safe. However, little did I know that one of my residents has a crush on me.

I’ve always been built like a bear. Hairy, chubby, and thick shouldered. I didn’t realize I could attract the building’s lone University team football player (19 M), but I did!

We’ll call him Jaden. Tall, muscular, lithe, and very tanned. He lived on a different floor than I, but we still bumped into eachother often. I always thought of him as very sweet and kind, almost shy, our chats stayed friendly and nothing beyond what you’d expect for an RA-resident relationship. Until the day he started messaging me after summer break.

Before the break, he had messaged me wishing me a good break—I felt grateful he thought of me and our chats and continued with my break, sexually dry as ever. One day, a week or so before the start of the semester, he starts messaging me again—we’re in the same class, how exciting!

After we chat about classes and where we’re staying, me in a dorm not as an RA, and he in an apartment off campus. He then says, “Hey there, going to be back on campus in a few days. Wanna meet up?” I respond in the positive and suggest getting a coffee or going bowling, and he responds with a responds that stops the blood in my veins, “Well honestly I’ve kinda had my eye on you for quite a while.” He suggests we get together and have some fun at his apartment.

Having sex with a football player is on my bucket list, and I really liked this guy, so I said yes, and added him on Snapchat.

We sent pictures back and forth, and oh my, he was beautiful! Clean shaven and muscular, 8” and uncut. He wanted me badly he said, and I wanted him too.

Unfortunately, he had suffered an injury earlier in the year and left the university before we could meet up, moving home back across the continent as he couldn’t play football anymore. He stopped responding to my Snaps, but I still think of him. If only I had known he liked me beforehand, I would’ve cuddled with him every night.

Maybe one day we’ll meet again? If so, you’ll be the first to know