My name is Dylan. I am hot, much hotter than anyone I have encountered in the past 20 years. I have rippling waves of abs, each of which are equally as ripped as the next. The girls crawl over me, leaving no spot unattended to. My smooth back, toned legs (hairless of course) and curved ass. I keep up with a nice tan, all over. I am drooled over and named the Adonis of my graduating class.
College came easy since I had everyone under my spell. Just a wink and nod and mounds of girls were at my feet. Yeah, I am a player, and I am proud of it. They don't care for a relationship anyway, just the experience in bed.
I have a secret, however. I caved in once to a male. I topped, of course, but I found fucking a guy much more pleasurable than a chick. I guess just the scene of a tough man surrendering himself excites me. I kept my secret life hidden, fucking guys here and there for the thrill. Soon enough, it became a game. I would no longer give in to the male beggars. I would go after the tough football players, the arrogant soccer athletes, and the proud, all around perfect studs. Slowly gathering their trust, I would use my irresistible charm to attract them to bed. With enough money to stride through college lacking a roommate, I have no worries of a paranoid watcher.
My favorite experience was with Dustin. Dustin was the head soccer player. He had chestnut hair, feathered with layers of a darker brown. His hair topped his chiseled face. Dustin's eyes were a deeper blue, a darker hue. They captivated you with their acres of emotion. He was not an overly muscular man, but perfectly toned. His body was kept hairless, as is the style of my college. He as well was lightly tanned, resulting from his constant activity in soccer. Dustin's chest was sculpted perfectly. Pecks were not too powerful, just perfect. He had abs like mine, solid as rock. His arms were toned to the desired degree, what every guy aimed for. As a soccer player, Dustin's legs resembled a work of art. They had no flaw, perfect skin and perfect curves. I discovered his dick to be a great 8" with an above average thickness. The best physical feature was his ass. It bubbled, but it bubbled from muscle rather than fat. It was not overly bubbled, just perfect like Dustin's other features.
What made me go after Dustin was his attitude. He looked down to all of the student population. He was the best, in his eyes. He had the looks to be. Hell, he had about as many girls by his side as I did! His cocky tone was one which made the college freshmen cower. I just had to see him submissive, I had to see him surrender to me.
I pulled the average moves, getting close to him slowly at first. We began to hang out at the bar together, visit each other's cribs, etcetera. He looked to me as an equal. While not playing any sports, I did happen to sport the criteria to fit his needs. He began to choose to go see me than see his other friends. I knew it would be about time.
I brought him over to my place. It was football season, and I flipped on the Eagles/Giants game. He sat down on my couch, across from me. He was wearing plaid shorts which shaped around his formed legs. His Abercrombie shirt clung to his chiseled muscles as though to claim them as its own. We watched the game in anticipation of the final score. Eagles won, 30-27 in overtime. Pumped from the victory, Dustin hugged me tightly. It was a manly hug, more to prove strength rather than emotion. I grabbed back, enjoying the closeness. That ass was soon to be mine.
The hug lasted unusually long. I let go before Dustin, leaving him in an awkward stance. He then took another seat down, with me sitting next to him.
"Whoo! I am SO pumped, man!" he said. I remember the words exactly.
"I know, but remember I am still crushing you in the football pool."
