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I only downloaded the app out of curiosity. Honestly! I never planned to actually use it. It was just fuel for fantasy during horny jerk off sessions. Checking out the pictures of the guys in my area who were on the app, looking for hook ups, fantasizing about meeting up with them, it all got me off.
I'm in a relationship, have been for five years now. Brad is everything I wanted in a guy. Cute, sweet, total bottom who loves my big dick. Yeah, the sex has become a bit routine, but that's what jerk off fantasies are for, right? I'd never cheat, that wasn't me. It was just fun to pretend I might. I didn't even put any pictures on my profile. I didn't actually want anyone to contact me.
That Friday had been hell at work. All I wanted was to get back to my apartment, have a drink, and plow my boyfriend's ass. When I walked through the door, I knew that there would be no joy for me that night, however. Brad was dressed up for clubbing. I'd completely forgotten that he was going out with his two best friends, one of whom had just been dumped.
I kissed Brad goodbye and told him to have fun. We had complete trust between us, I didn't worry about these occasional nights with his boys. They'd get plastered and flirt with guys and dance the night away and then all crash at our place or one of the other guys' apartments. I'd been invited along, but it really wasn't my scene.
After Brad left, I took a shower to wash away the work week. Dropping my towel afterward and looking at myself in the full length mirror next to our bed, I appreciated the view. I made sure to hit the gym a couple times a week to keep in shape, and the fact that I was 26 and had good genes helped, too. I wasn't a gym bunny, but I had nice pecs and abs, my ass was firm and round. My dick was the real prize, seven and a half thick inches.
Looking at myself naked just increased the horniness that had been building up all day. I'd really been looking forward to bending Brad over and shoving my dick inside him. Normally, we had 'nice' sex, screwing slow and lovingly in bed. Brad liked me to fuck him from behind, my arms wrapped around him, while we lay in bed and both stared at ourselves in the mirror. It was sweet. Sometimes, he'd straddle me and bounce on my cock, that was a nice change, to just lay back and look up at him doing all the work. Other times, we'd just 69 or jerk each other. It was all good, really. Nothing to complain about.
Every once in a while, though, one of us would get into a mood and then the sex would be more like what it was in the beginning, when we met in college: rough and dirty. Those times were the best. I was in just that sort of mood tonight, too.
I grabbed my laptop and began to search various porn outlets while slowly stroking myself on the bed. Nothing quite grabbed me the right way, though, so after about half an hour I tossed the laptop aside and grabbed my phone. I opened up the app and began to look at those near me who were looking for sex. There were quite a few and some really hot pictures and profiles. I started to stroke in earnest, imagining taking that step and cheating on Brad with some random guy.
I don't know what made me do it, exactly. I guess I just felt like it would be fun to take the fantasy one step further and talk with some of the guys. My blank profile would never lead to that, though, so I jumped up and took a few photos. No face, of course, just a shot of my torso in the mirror, an ass shot, and one of my rock hard cock. I uploaded them to my profile quickly, before I could change my mind.
It worked. I started getting messages almost immediately from guys in my area, complementing me on my pics and asking what I was into. My dick was throbbing like crazy as I chatted and imagined myself letting things go all the way.
Time passed and I was on the verge of shooting my load, talking to a hot guy who wanted to come to my place and fuck my ass (something that I didn't get with Brad, but wasn't usually into anyway), when I got a message from a profile that had just come online. The message was simple: "Hey. I love your big cock." I smiled and glanced at the profile. There were no face pics, but several ass shots and one shadowy torso shot. Very nice body, but no cock pics, I noticed. His profile described him as a 'slutty college freshman looking to get fucked in my dorm room'.
His distance from me meant he had to go to State, which was where I'd gone myself until I'd graduated four years earlier. My kid brother Noah was a freshman there now. Maybe that's what made me stop talking to the 30 something guy who wanted to come over and pound my ass, and turn my attention to this college student. It was kind of hot, in a way, thinking that he might be in classes with my kid bro. It added to the fantasy.
"Hey. Thanks. That's a sweet ass."
"It's so hungry, it really needs a cock like yours right now."
"You want to take this cock in your dorm room?"
"Yes, sir. I really do."
Sir. That was hot. I was definitely in the mood for dirty talk. "What about your roommate? He gonna watch while you whore yourself out, slut?"
"I have a private room, sir. Please come and fuck my slutty hole. I'm ready and waiting."
Damn. This was really hot. I knew I wouldn't actually do it, but I was getting off on picturing myself shoving my rock hard dick in a pair of sweat pants, driving the fifteen minutes to the campus and slipping into this kid's room and then his ass.
"Really? Just laying their waiting for my dick, huh?"
"Yes sir. I want it to be anonymous. I want to leave my room unlocked and just have you show up and pound my hole. No names, no faces. You cum and go."
Fuck! That sounded so hot. My dick was aching at the thought. "You do this a lot, slut?"
"As much as I can, sir. I can't get enough cock."
"What dorm?"
"Avery."
Fuck, that's the dorm Noah is in! The thought of fucking some freshman in the dorm while Noah was right there in the building somewhere, that added an extra kink.
My kid brother was eight years younger than me, so we hadn't really grown up together in a real sense. I hadn't given him too much thought as anything other than a little kid until Brad and I attended his graduation party last June. I'd noticed at the party how hot some of his buddies were, but in the car going back to our apartment afterward it was Brad who mentioned that Noah himself was very easy on the eyes.
I checked out his Instagram later and realized that my boyfriend was right. Noah had a nice tight muscular body and a cute face. No surprise, really, since we do have the same genes. He'd done a surfing trip over Spring Break a few months before with some buddies and there were a couple of shots of him in a wet suit that really highlighted his bubble butt. My kid bro was all grown up. I only hoped whatever girl was getting all that appreciated it and treated him right. Meanwhile, I added some of his buddies Instagram profiles to my favorites for future jerk off material.
"Avery, huh? What room?" This fantasy was going to make me bust my nut. I had no idea what room Noah was in exactly, but I knew he was on the sixth floor. I was hoping the guy would reply that he was on that floor, too. Imagine fucking him while Noah might be right on the other side of the wall, hearing the sound of his hall mate getting pounded and never dreaming it was his gay older brother providing the service!
"425. Right by the fire exit stairs. I will tape the lock on the stairway door, you can just come right up and slip into my room. Please hurry."
Following this message came a picture of this kid's delicious looking ass spread wide, showing off his tight pink hole, and then another of it up in the air as he lay face down on the bed, waiting.
Shit, that was so hot. He was on the fourth floor, so that killed the kinky Noah listening in part of the fantasy, but was much safer if I really did show up, since I wouldn't want to run into my brother while cheating on my boyfriend.
Wait, was I really thinking about going? I took my hand off my dick. I couldn't cheat. But... this was such a hot fantasy, this college freshman waiting for me in his dorm room, ass in the air, no names, no faces. No possible way for Brad to ever know.
I'm not a cheater, but I'm so horny. It's been such a shitty week and I really needed some good, hot fucking tonight. If I just did it once... Brad couldn't possibly be hurt by it since he'd never know and the guy would never even be able to identify me... it was almost like a free pass, in a way. I really needed this tonight.
Maybe I could just go, see if this was even real. The guy could be lying, after all. I mean, I never really intended to go through with the hook up. Maybe he didn't, either. It could just be a fantasy for him, too.
"On my way. Have that hole ready for me."
I stared at the message I just sent. Fuck. I wasn't really going to do this, was I?
"It's ready, sir, all lubed up and waiting."
I threw on a t-shirt and a pair of gray sweat pants and grabbed my keys.
The drive was a blur, my heart pounding and my dick throbbing the whole way. I can't really do this. It's just a fantasy. I can't, I need to turn around. That was my head speaking. My dick, on the other hand, was leading the way in more ways than one as I parked in visitor parking at Avery and made my way to the side of the building, where the fire exit stairs were.
I hadn't lived in Avery, but all the dorms were fairly similar. There were fire doors at the end of the building that didn't lock, leading into an inner staircase with locked doors at the end of each hall. When I was a student in the dorms, we were always leaving them propped open for friends, and for general convenience since the exit was usually by the parking lot. The RAs would pitch a fit once in a while, but mostly they looked the other way.
I opened the door and started up the stairs. I could hear voices father up and a thought suddenly occurred to me: what if Noah was coming down from the sixth floor and saw me there? How could I explain it, especially the fact that my dick was rock hard and very obvious in the sweatpants I was wearing? What the hell was I doing?
Whoever it was must have been going up, not down. I heard a door close and then there was silence. I reached the fourth floor, my heart pounding. The door had a little window in it and I peeked inside. I could see several open doors along the hallway, but there was no one out in the hall itself.
Room 425 was right there, next to the fire door, as promised. I could be inside in a matter of seconds, cheating on Brad with some hot college slut. Or I could stop this madness and turn around and go home. I looked down at the app, which now showed me just a few feet away from the guy I'd been talking to. So, he was definitely in there and he probably could see how close I now was.
Fuck it! I tried the door and found that it opened right up, the lock having been taped down. Before I could change my mind I was inside and closing the door of room 425 behind me. Like the private rooms I remembered from my own dorm days, it was small. It was fairly dark in the room, the blinds tightly closed and the overhead light turned out. There was a small night light of sorts plugged into the wall which perfectly illuminated the lower half of the bed that was closest to the door.
In that patch of light was the ass I'd seen in the pictures. He was laying on his stomach, with his ass up in the air. When he heard me close the door, he let out a soft moan and wagged his ass slightly from side to side. I moved forward and slapped one of his ass cheeks lightly. The sound was loud in the small room and was immediately followed by his moan of pleasure.
I dropped my sweatpants and smacked my rock hard dick on his hole a couple of times. "Ohhh yeah..." he whimpered softly.
"You want it slut?" I asked in a low growl, making my voice a bit deeper than it usually is.
"I need it, please..." he was practically sobbing, I could hear the hunger in his voice.
I slipped a few fingers inside of him. He pushed back against them in a needy way and I discovered that he was just as well lubed as he'd claimed.
"Condom?" Shit. In my fiery haste to make this fantasy a reality, I'd forgotten to bring a condom. Brad and I had stopped using them together years ago.
"On the dresser. But you don't have to," he whispered. Fuuuckkk! This kid was a real slut. I was tempted. That ass looked so good, and I wasn't used to having to wear a condom any more.
Safety first, though. I grabbed the condom and made quick work of putting it on. I spit on my dick and lined it up with his lubed hole. Before I could even start to push inside, the slut pushed backwards, taking me in and groaning. "Oh, yes! Yes!"
It was tight and warm. I was fucking a stranger. I was cheating on my boyfriend. Fuck, this was so hot! "Yeah, you got it now, slut. This what you wanted?" I panted as I began pounding him.
"Yes sir, yes!" He was loud. My thoughts went again to my fantasy of Noah overhearing us. Somewhere, two floors up, my kid brother was going about his Friday night, clueless as to what his big brother was doing right under his nose.
Fantasy becoming reality, me becoming a cheater, and that hot, tight ass squeezing my cock, all made quick work of things. I pounded him for a good five minutes and then pulled my cock out, ripped off the condom, and painted my load all over his sweaty back with a groan.
"Thank you, sir," he moaned.
I pulled up the sweatpants bunched around my ankles, guilt flooding through me. "Yeah. Thanks," I muttered and quickly turned to the door.
"Hit me up if you see me on the app, I'd love to take that dick again," he whispered. I opened the door and darted quickly out the fire exit and down the stairs, each one of my echoing footsteps feeling like an accusation: Cheater! Cheater! Cheater! What the fuck did I do?
Getting back in my car, I pulled out my phone and deleted the app. Never again!
I'm in a relationship, have been for five years now. Brad is everything I wanted in a guy. Cute, sweet, total bottom who loves my big dick. Yeah, the sex has become a bit routine, but that's what jerk off fantasies are for, right? I'd never cheat, that wasn't me. It was just fun to pretend I might. I didn't even put any pictures on my profile. I didn't actually want anyone to contact me.
That Friday had been hell at work. All I wanted was to get back to my apartment, have a drink, and plow my boyfriend's ass. When I walked through the door, I knew that there would be no joy for me that night, however. Brad was dressed up for clubbing. I'd completely forgotten that he was going out with his two best friends, one of whom had just been dumped.
I kissed Brad goodbye and told him to have fun. We had complete trust between us, I didn't worry about these occasional nights with his boys. They'd get plastered and flirt with guys and dance the night away and then all crash at our place or one of the other guys' apartments. I'd been invited along, but it really wasn't my scene.
After Brad left, I took a shower to wash away the work week. Dropping my towel afterward and looking at myself in the full length mirror next to our bed, I appreciated the view. I made sure to hit the gym a couple times a week to keep in shape, and the fact that I was 26 and had good genes helped, too. I wasn't a gym bunny, but I had nice pecs and abs, my ass was firm and round. My dick was the real prize, seven and a half thick inches.
Looking at myself naked just increased the horniness that had been building up all day. I'd really been looking forward to bending Brad over and shoving my dick inside him. Normally, we had 'nice' sex, screwing slow and lovingly in bed. Brad liked me to fuck him from behind, my arms wrapped around him, while we lay in bed and both stared at ourselves in the mirror. It was sweet. Sometimes, he'd straddle me and bounce on my cock, that was a nice change, to just lay back and look up at him doing all the work. Other times, we'd just 69 or jerk each other. It was all good, really. Nothing to complain about.
Every once in a while, though, one of us would get into a mood and then the sex would be more like what it was in the beginning, when we met in college: rough and dirty. Those times were the best. I was in just that sort of mood tonight, too.
I grabbed my laptop and began to search various porn outlets while slowly stroking myself on the bed. Nothing quite grabbed me the right way, though, so after about half an hour I tossed the laptop aside and grabbed my phone. I opened up the app and began to look at those near me who were looking for sex. There were quite a few and some really hot pictures and profiles. I started to stroke in earnest, imagining taking that step and cheating on Brad with some random guy.
I don't know what made me do it, exactly. I guess I just felt like it would be fun to take the fantasy one step further and talk with some of the guys. My blank profile would never lead to that, though, so I jumped up and took a few photos. No face, of course, just a shot of my torso in the mirror, an ass shot, and one of my rock hard cock. I uploaded them to my profile quickly, before I could change my mind.
It worked. I started getting messages almost immediately from guys in my area, complementing me on my pics and asking what I was into. My dick was throbbing like crazy as I chatted and imagined myself letting things go all the way.
Time passed and I was on the verge of shooting my load, talking to a hot guy who wanted to come to my place and fuck my ass (something that I didn't get with Brad, but wasn't usually into anyway), when I got a message from a profile that had just come online. The message was simple: "Hey. I love your big cock." I smiled and glanced at the profile. There were no face pics, but several ass shots and one shadowy torso shot. Very nice body, but no cock pics, I noticed. His profile described him as a 'slutty college freshman looking to get fucked in my dorm room'.
His distance from me meant he had to go to State, which was where I'd gone myself until I'd graduated four years earlier. My kid brother Noah was a freshman there now. Maybe that's what made me stop talking to the 30 something guy who wanted to come over and pound my ass, and turn my attention to this college student. It was kind of hot, in a way, thinking that he might be in classes with my kid bro. It added to the fantasy.
"Hey. Thanks. That's a sweet ass."
"It's so hungry, it really needs a cock like yours right now."
"You want to take this cock in your dorm room?"
"Yes, sir. I really do."
Sir. That was hot. I was definitely in the mood for dirty talk. "What about your roommate? He gonna watch while you whore yourself out, slut?"
"I have a private room, sir. Please come and fuck my slutty hole. I'm ready and waiting."
Damn. This was really hot. I knew I wouldn't actually do it, but I was getting off on picturing myself shoving my rock hard dick in a pair of sweat pants, driving the fifteen minutes to the campus and slipping into this kid's room and then his ass.
"Really? Just laying their waiting for my dick, huh?"
"Yes sir. I want it to be anonymous. I want to leave my room unlocked and just have you show up and pound my hole. No names, no faces. You cum and go."
Fuck! That sounded so hot. My dick was aching at the thought. "You do this a lot, slut?"
"As much as I can, sir. I can't get enough cock."
"What dorm?"
"Avery."
Fuck, that's the dorm Noah is in! The thought of fucking some freshman in the dorm while Noah was right there in the building somewhere, that added an extra kink.
My kid brother was eight years younger than me, so we hadn't really grown up together in a real sense. I hadn't given him too much thought as anything other than a little kid until Brad and I attended his graduation party last June. I'd noticed at the party how hot some of his buddies were, but in the car going back to our apartment afterward it was Brad who mentioned that Noah himself was very easy on the eyes.
I checked out his Instagram later and realized that my boyfriend was right. Noah had a nice tight muscular body and a cute face. No surprise, really, since we do have the same genes. He'd done a surfing trip over Spring Break a few months before with some buddies and there were a couple of shots of him in a wet suit that really highlighted his bubble butt. My kid bro was all grown up. I only hoped whatever girl was getting all that appreciated it and treated him right. Meanwhile, I added some of his buddies Instagram profiles to my favorites for future jerk off material.
"Avery, huh? What room?" This fantasy was going to make me bust my nut. I had no idea what room Noah was in exactly, but I knew he was on the sixth floor. I was hoping the guy would reply that he was on that floor, too. Imagine fucking him while Noah might be right on the other side of the wall, hearing the sound of his hall mate getting pounded and never dreaming it was his gay older brother providing the service!
"425. Right by the fire exit stairs. I will tape the lock on the stairway door, you can just come right up and slip into my room. Please hurry."
Following this message came a picture of this kid's delicious looking ass spread wide, showing off his tight pink hole, and then another of it up in the air as he lay face down on the bed, waiting.
Shit, that was so hot. He was on the fourth floor, so that killed the kinky Noah listening in part of the fantasy, but was much safer if I really did show up, since I wouldn't want to run into my brother while cheating on my boyfriend.
Wait, was I really thinking about going? I took my hand off my dick. I couldn't cheat. But... this was such a hot fantasy, this college freshman waiting for me in his dorm room, ass in the air, no names, no faces. No possible way for Brad to ever know.
I'm not a cheater, but I'm so horny. It's been such a shitty week and I really needed some good, hot fucking tonight. If I just did it once... Brad couldn't possibly be hurt by it since he'd never know and the guy would never even be able to identify me... it was almost like a free pass, in a way. I really needed this tonight.
Maybe I could just go, see if this was even real. The guy could be lying, after all. I mean, I never really intended to go through with the hook up. Maybe he didn't, either. It could just be a fantasy for him, too.
"On my way. Have that hole ready for me."
I stared at the message I just sent. Fuck. I wasn't really going to do this, was I?
"It's ready, sir, all lubed up and waiting."
I threw on a t-shirt and a pair of gray sweat pants and grabbed my keys.
The drive was a blur, my heart pounding and my dick throbbing the whole way. I can't really do this. It's just a fantasy. I can't, I need to turn around. That was my head speaking. My dick, on the other hand, was leading the way in more ways than one as I parked in visitor parking at Avery and made my way to the side of the building, where the fire exit stairs were.
I hadn't lived in Avery, but all the dorms were fairly similar. There were fire doors at the end of the building that didn't lock, leading into an inner staircase with locked doors at the end of each hall. When I was a student in the dorms, we were always leaving them propped open for friends, and for general convenience since the exit was usually by the parking lot. The RAs would pitch a fit once in a while, but mostly they looked the other way.
I opened the door and started up the stairs. I could hear voices father up and a thought suddenly occurred to me: what if Noah was coming down from the sixth floor and saw me there? How could I explain it, especially the fact that my dick was rock hard and very obvious in the sweatpants I was wearing? What the hell was I doing?
Whoever it was must have been going up, not down. I heard a door close and then there was silence. I reached the fourth floor, my heart pounding. The door had a little window in it and I peeked inside. I could see several open doors along the hallway, but there was no one out in the hall itself.
Room 425 was right there, next to the fire door, as promised. I could be inside in a matter of seconds, cheating on Brad with some hot college slut. Or I could stop this madness and turn around and go home. I looked down at the app, which now showed me just a few feet away from the guy I'd been talking to. So, he was definitely in there and he probably could see how close I now was.
Fuck it! I tried the door and found that it opened right up, the lock having been taped down. Before I could change my mind I was inside and closing the door of room 425 behind me. Like the private rooms I remembered from my own dorm days, it was small. It was fairly dark in the room, the blinds tightly closed and the overhead light turned out. There was a small night light of sorts plugged into the wall which perfectly illuminated the lower half of the bed that was closest to the door.
In that patch of light was the ass I'd seen in the pictures. He was laying on his stomach, with his ass up in the air. When he heard me close the door, he let out a soft moan and wagged his ass slightly from side to side. I moved forward and slapped one of his ass cheeks lightly. The sound was loud in the small room and was immediately followed by his moan of pleasure.
I dropped my sweatpants and smacked my rock hard dick on his hole a couple of times. "Ohhh yeah..." he whimpered softly.
"You want it slut?" I asked in a low growl, making my voice a bit deeper than it usually is.
"I need it, please..." he was practically sobbing, I could hear the hunger in his voice.
I slipped a few fingers inside of him. He pushed back against them in a needy way and I discovered that he was just as well lubed as he'd claimed.
"Condom?" Shit. In my fiery haste to make this fantasy a reality, I'd forgotten to bring a condom. Brad and I had stopped using them together years ago.
"On the dresser. But you don't have to," he whispered. Fuuuckkk! This kid was a real slut. I was tempted. That ass looked so good, and I wasn't used to having to wear a condom any more.
Safety first, though. I grabbed the condom and made quick work of putting it on. I spit on my dick and lined it up with his lubed hole. Before I could even start to push inside, the slut pushed backwards, taking me in and groaning. "Oh, yes! Yes!"
It was tight and warm. I was fucking a stranger. I was cheating on my boyfriend. Fuck, this was so hot! "Yeah, you got it now, slut. This what you wanted?" I panted as I began pounding him.
"Yes sir, yes!" He was loud. My thoughts went again to my fantasy of Noah overhearing us. Somewhere, two floors up, my kid brother was going about his Friday night, clueless as to what his big brother was doing right under his nose.
Fantasy becoming reality, me becoming a cheater, and that hot, tight ass squeezing my cock, all made quick work of things. I pounded him for a good five minutes and then pulled my cock out, ripped off the condom, and painted my load all over his sweaty back with a groan.
"Thank you, sir," he moaned.
I pulled up the sweatpants bunched around my ankles, guilt flooding through me. "Yeah. Thanks," I muttered and quickly turned to the door.
"Hit me up if you see me on the app, I'd love to take that dick again," he whispered. I opened the door and darted quickly out the fire exit and down the stairs, each one of my echoing footsteps feeling like an accusation: Cheater! Cheater! Cheater! What the fuck did I do?
Getting back in my car, I pulled out my phone and deleted the app. Never again!
