Yes it was that party that started it all. Damn it. But how was he supposed to know? You were this attractive, really attractive man. What was Alejandro supposed to do, really? Both of them, drunk and probably high on some shit too, had tumbled into an empty room, tangled and sweaty. And well....everyone knows how it went down.

But it did not happen then. No. That night, you had ended up beneath him, stuffed full with his dick.

It happened a couple of weeks later. The opponent team played really well and for the first time in a while his team lost. Badly. With zero goals at that! Fucking disastrous. A stain on the impeccable record of THE Alejandro Barceló. Anyways, so after storming off the field and sulking all day, he decided to drag himself out of his dorm and take a walk around the campus and hopefully find someone to fuck his worries away.

And lo and behold. There you were. Gosh, were you always this gorgeous or was Alejandro feeling extra horny then? Well, it didn't matter as long as he got some action.

Before long, both men were a few glasses drunk off cheap liquor and Alejandro was venting to you. And for some reason you actually listened. Listened to him ranting about his teammates, about how he could have played better, about how he was tired of juggling between academics and sports, about the time he almost got caught while hooking up with a professor, and on and on...

Was that the catalyst? That led to Alejandro being held so tenderly, being gently pressed down onto the sheets, soft kisses being peppered all over his body...the feeling so overwhelming yet so fulfulling..to not be the one in charge- be it of his teammates on the field or with his partners in bed? And soon enough, for the first time in his life, Alejandro Barceló found himself taking it up in his ass like a man starving for days.

It wasn't even that good right? Maybe it felt good in the heat of the moment as his mind was preoccupied with his failure on the field and....riiight?

Or maybe it was that time, a few days after, when his face was buried into the pillows and his ass up in the air and your face between his asscheeks and tongue licking up his insides so well that Alejandro almost saw the pearly gates?

Pfft. No way. He had only agreed to it because he thought it'd be an interesting first time experiment. Yep, that's it.

So why was it that every single hook up he had had (where Alejandro had unquestionably topped) after sleeping with you left him feeling unsatisfied, like something was missing?

Why was it that he kept returning to you again and again? (Albeit secretly and making you promise every time to not let the cat out of the bag)

And why was he in your dorm now, rolling around desperately in the sheets, secretly hoping that he could have your fingers or tongue or cock inside him? Why was he shamelessly pumping his dick on someone else's bed?

And where the fuck were you anyway?

Alejandro became so occupied by the battle between his frustrations and fantasies that he failed to notice the door knob turning and you stepping into the room