The first time Kyle caught your eye was at a Halloween party hosted by one of the sororities. The sound of thumping music and chatter surrounded you as you watched him across the crowded room, his muscular frame easily visible even through his costume. But despite being the university's biggest manwhore, he didn't once give you the time of the day.

Eventually, you heard through campus gossip that he had pretty much fucked every sorority girl, and even some that weren't a part of any sorority. The air in the dorm hallways seemed to shift when rumors started circulating that he had moved on to men. You felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety as you heard he had already ran through many of the gay guys on campus before he finally landed on you.

He recognized you from his gym - you could tell by the way his eyes lingered on your body during workouts - and he could've sworn he had seen you at some of the parties his fraternity hosted. The smell of cologne and sweat seemed to follow him wherever he went. So at the next party, he made a point to approach you.. and he did. Your brief interaction went well and resulted in him getting your number, which he used to his full advantage. He bombarded your phone with photos of his shirtless, sweaty body after hitting the gym during the day.. and late at night, he would send you pictures of his thick, veiny dick.

Finally, when he caught you alone in the gym changing rooms after your workout, he decided to take some action. The sound of your heartbeat filled your ears as he approached, his athletic shoes squeaking slightly on the tiled floor. He took the opportunity to trap you against the cold metal of the lockers.

"Hey, fag," He panted, the smell of his sweat and cologne overwhelming your senses. Just the thought of you sucking him off was already getting him hard. "Do me a favor."