I had an experience when I was nineteen and in college that I’ll never forget. My college was not a “commuter college”. Most of us lived on or near campus and there weren’t any restrictions on overnight guests so hooking up with coeds was my favorite pastime. I had more than my share of luck my first semester because word quickly got out that I sported a solid ten inches. It’s funny how women will talk about things like that and how best friends will stab each other in the back just to get to a cock like mine.
Halfway through my freshman year, however, everything changed when I met Liz. She was thin and athletic but had tits you would normally find on much larger girls. As she wasn’t big on giving blow jobs, she never once swallowed, she more than made up for it by letting me fuck those gorgeous tits. She explained that my dick nestled in between those beauties gave her immense pleasure. She would sometimes get off when I squirted on them “just like in the movies” she used to say.
I was disappointed when she would get off that way because she was like me, a one shot wonder. Neither of us would roll over and go to sleep but we were just both too sensitive to continue. An hour later was a whole other story.
Women on campus continued to flirt and ask me if what they heard was true but I was in love with Liz and getting more than enough sex to keep me happy so I became a one woman man. Things were great until she got a grant to study abroad the second semester of our sophomore year. We lived off phone sex during the separation until we got our first phone bills. We were college students and there was no way we could afford more bills like that. We agreed to email erotic letters instead but it wasn’t the same. Luckily or not, most women had given up on me, assuming I was taken so I wasn’t faced with the temptation that I’m sure I would have given into.
The only upside was my grades were going way up and my body was getting ripped. I had nothing to do but work out and study and both my grades and body were getting A’s. I was always skinny but my 5’ 11” frame with my 32” waist finally grew shoulders and a chest. I was riding on advice from the bigger guys I met in the gym. They seemed to give me more attention than the women around campus but I never thought twice about that until one night while studying.
I was in an area known as the “vault”. It was at the bottom of the library and almost no one ever went there. There were rumors it was haunted but not really, it was just a quiet place to study. At about eleven at night I needed to stretch my legs and pee so I made my way to the vault’s restroom. For security reasons there was only a men’s room on this floor, women had to go up two flights.
While I used the urinal I was caught off guard by someone stepping up to the urinal next to me. I thought I was alone on the floor. The kid looked my age and was a bit shorter than I was and looked like I did before I started lifting weights, trim and sleek. We both did business in silence until he said, “Twenty bucks.”
“What?” I said, not understanding.
“How about a bet for twenty bucks?”
