I met George the first day of university. He wasn't one of those guys who attracts attention just by seeing them arrive, but after a few moments of conversation I realized that he wanted to continue discovering him. He was smart, and that turns me on a lot more than a nice body. We became accomplices from the first moment. We were two totally opposite beings. Him, beard, a few extra kilos and a look that said absolutely nothing. Me, skinny, tall, clear eyes, nice tits and an ass impossible not to turn around to look at. Furthermore, our personalities were also opposed. He is super calm, serene, measured in his words. I ate the world with each step.
One afternoon, while we were drinking mate on my balcony, I asked him if something was wrong with me. The question caught him totally by surprise, just as it did me when I asked it. I wasn't physically attracted to him, I didn't think of him as a man, as romance or conquest. He hadn't given any indication of any interest beyond keeping us company either. He helped me a lot with my homework, made me laugh and listened to me like never before. Why did I ask you that question then? I still do not know. All I know is that he triggered a series of hot encounters worthy of an XXX saga.