A cocky frat boy picks up a twink at the gym

Spoiler alert: Things ended up not working out with Drew. And don’t get me wrong, things were great in the bedroom, or on the kitchen counter for that matter! I could never get enough of his big fat cock in my newfound boycunt. While we were still together, Drew nailed me in all kinds of positions: standing up pinned down against the wall, doggy-style on the kitchen floor, on my knees with my hands tied in my back. I couldn’t have asked for a better teacher. Having banged dozens of chicks in my life, it drove me crazy to be a newbie when it came to man-on-man sex. Drew taught me all kinds of things that I’ll be able to carry over to my next relationships.

But, as we found out, amazing sex was not enough to keep our relationship going. Neither of us had ever been in a serious relationship before and we would have had to make adjustments we weren’t always willing to make. And even though the age difference between us was only two years; me being 21 and him being 23, we were at completely different stages in our lives. I was still in college and my entire life revolved around classes and the frat house while Drew was already in the start-up world, working hard to meet project deadlines, and worrying about his stock options.

I was made to bottom. I found out right away when that guy Brandon popped my cherry the first time I got with a dude. I was hooked! There’s nothing like the feeling of a big fat cock filling up my boycunt. And as it turned out, I also loved the feeling of being dominated by another dude. Drew was no exception. And being dominated by a skinny dude who was half my size but acted so dominant brought submission to a whole new level. But the night when I railed Logan in the frat house, it awakened something inside me. Something that had been dormant since I started getting banged by dudes but had never completely gone away. It turned out that, once in a while, I still loved sticking my 8-incher into another guy’s hole. I loved talking dirty to Logan. And I loved the power trip of my dick bringing to Logan pleasures he didn’t even know existed and forcing him to release his manjuice against his own will.

When I asked Drew if I could top him, even just one time, it was to no avail. Drew was an exclusive top and never agreed to bottom for me, not even once. This ended up creating tensions in our couple. I felt like it was healthy in a relationship to flip-flop from time to time. I was fine with him topping and me bottoming most of the time. I just didn’t want it to be 100%. But Drew had never bottomed before and had no interest in trying, even with his boyfriend. The thought of bottoming for the rest of my life, and never being able to top ever again, was weighing down on me. I felt like I was trapped in a box I could never get out of.

I also didn’t think I was ready to be exclusive and only have sex with Drew for the rest of my life. Drew was only my third guy, and I still wanted to explore, the way I always had when I was banging chicks. The temptations were too plentiful for me to resist. I live in a frat house full of guys who run around shirtless all the time. My eyes also love wandering on hot guys at the gym. And being on a campus with 45,000 students there was a lot of eye candy that got my hormones raging. So many fish in the sea, I didn’t think Drew would be enough to satisfy my hunger. I just wasn’t ready to settle.

But what really changed the dynamics between us was the incident at the coffee shop, when Logan crashed our date. Damn Logan! Even though Logan was a homophobic dick just being himself on that day, it dawned on me it wouldn’t be the last time that people made fun of us. There was no denying that Drew and I formed an odd couple, me being a 200-lb muscular jock and Drew being a 130-lb twink. I knew people were talking behind our backs. And I wasn’t fully comfortable with the thought of it. If Drew had been a jock just like me and we could pass as bros, my coming out to the world would have been easier to navigate. But the size difference made me very self-conscious. I didn’t feel I could introduce Drew to my frat brothers, even to the ones that were cool with my sexuality. I didn’t think coming out to my parents would be easy either if I ever brought Drew home. I just didn’t want my relationship to be a secret forever, but the differences between me and Drew made things more complicated to deal with.

Not only we were an odd couple, but the fact that he was the top and me the bottom made me feel very self-conscious. Even though who’s the top and who’s the bottom was nobody else’s business, I knew that at some point the topic would come up in the conversation with my bros, since sex talks could get pretty graphic over a beer. And the fact that I was the submissive bottom and Drew was the dominant top made things awkward. It really made me question my manliness and was weighing down on me… big time! I was also afraid it would make me an easier bullying target at the frat house and Logan trying to rape me would not be an isolated incident.

I’m the one who first addressed the elephant in the room with Drew, but in the end, it was a mutual agreement to split as we both realized things would not work out long-term.

On a more positive note, Logan ended up leaving the frat house. It had nothing to do with me. Last year, he had applied to do a semester abroad. But being the cocky dick that he was, he had only applied to a handful of prestigious programs, thinking he’d get in easily, and didn’t even have a fallback option. He ended up being turned down across the board. After that, he reapplied to less selective programs and got accepted at some random university in Scotland that I had never heard of, not that I know any Scottish university anyway. It kind of sucked to do his semester abroad during his last semester at school. That meant he was going to miss his graduation ceremony and all the partying afterwards. But it was either that or not studying abroad at all. He left just a month after our bathroom ‘encounter’. Although we tried to avoid each other and never had ‘the talk’ about what went down, it sounded like he had no recollection of that night after I got him even more drunk than he already was. I won’t miss him!

Even though it was the end of my sexual adventures with Drew, it was only the beginning of my discovery journey. I was ready for more dick!

(The end)