Everyone in this story are over 18 years old at the time of these events.

This happened five years ago when I was still in college. I was truly in my slut era, hooking up with guys left and right. I don’t think I ever went to the clinic without an STI of some kind. Obviously, I was on prep.

At the time, I did swimming, diving, and polo. You can guess how shredded I was, so getting guys has never been a problem.

One night, I was on Grindr, and I noticed I got a bunch of messages from a guy a few floors above me in my dorm block. I had seen him before, and he had messaged me nearly every day since the semester started.

I hadn’t responded to him much at all up until this point, but he seemed extra horny that night, and his messages were starting to make me hard.

You probably wouldn’t have blamed me for not responding. He looked like a geek—super lanky, 6’ and probably only 130lbs soaking wet. His nipple hair was long, and his big bush was poking out of his hanes boxer briefs. His main redeeming factor was his huge, girthy cock, which he was not shy about photographing for me.

In any case, I invite him down to mine. I opened the door completely naked, and he is visibly shocked. He was holding a six pack of beers; I guess he was thinking there would be more lead up.

“Holy shit,” he said, quietly putting the beer down on my nightstand. I could see the outline of his dong in his sweatpants.

“You like?” I asked, feeling my own body.

“I do,” he nodded with a milquetoast expression. He started to feel and squeeze my chest and shoulders for a moment. He put one hand around my arm. “You’re big,” he commented with a weak smile.

I laughed, and went in to kiss him. He was a good kisser, but I needed that cock in my mouth.

I knelt down and pulled down his pants—he was free balling and there was a small puddle of precum in his pants. I took his huge cock in my mouth while he took off his loose shirt.

I could taste his salty precum as I glided up and down to get every inch of his hog in my throat. His dick stank so good. I looked up at his pleased expression. I knit my brows and groaned to show him I was loving this.

After a few minutes of this, he pushed my head away. “I’m getting too close; I wanna fuck you.” He seemed out of breath.

I reached toward the beer where I noticed he had stashed a condom. He looked at me questioningly with the condom in his hand, and I shook my head. He smiled and put it back. That smile made my day.

I got onto my twin bed with my face buried in my pillow. I put lube on my hole; he put some on his cock.

With little thrusts, he began to slip his huge cock in me. This man had done this a lot before.

Until this point, he hadn’t been too vocal. But once he started thrusting, he started moaning loudly. “Fuck yeah, man. You feel so good.”

“Fuck yeah dude. Fucking own my hole.”

It took him two minutes to blow his load into me. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” He was covered in red splotches, and I could see some sweat around his curly hairline.

“Let’s have a beer, and you can fuck me more,” I replied, wiping my hole with a Kleenex. I grabbed my vape and took a deep breath.

“Perfect,” he grinned, still breathing hard.

We chatted and cuddled for about an hour before he was ready to go again. He studied computer science and Portuguese, which seemed like an odd combo.

We were spooning when he slipped his cock in me and began rocking back and forth. “Going to use my cum as lube,” he whispered.

Before long he was fucking me in all directions—standing, missionary, doggy, flat on my stomach—everything.

We both came, and I showed him out, arranging for him to pop by in the morning for him to fuck me more.

Later that semester, I had found out he was telling people that he had fucked me. I was embarrassed, so we never hooked up again after that morning.