***THIS IS MY CUCKOLD STORY. THERE ARE MANY LIKE IT, BUT THIS ONE IS MINE. MY STORY IS MY BEST FRIEND. IT IS MY LIFE.***
Sorry, I couldn't resist going 'full metal jacket' on you guys. *Hi*, my name is Jake.
I've written a saga about my experience getting cucked in college. I wouldn't call it a 'standard' cuckold story. For one, it involves a girl I had a huge crush on. Her name is Alicia. And we never actually dated. What I experienced was more akin to being 'friendzoned' by Alicia, while she started an intense fuck buddy relationship with a black guy. And this other guy happened to be a close friend as mine. I still think it's accurate to say that I was 'cucked' though.
And why do I call it a 'saga'? Well, I initially planned on writing just one post. But once I started, I couldn't stop. I needed to get EVERYTHING off my chest.
You see, my cuckold journey was something I previously kept buried deep inside me and locked away out of shame. But once I started writing about it, I found it therapeutic. Even now, as I re-read my story and recall the memories, it still gets me hard as fuck.
**So what started as just 1 post morphed into over 20 detailed chapters.** Covering the events of my entire 3 years in college. As well as the months after graduation. It took me ages to flesh out and polish the story. You can call it a fucking novel. The Cuck Odyssey. The Simp Bible.
Because of my situation, I was able to witness plenty of sex in college. And I describe this as explicitly as I can. Alot of the sex involved Alicia and Alphonso. But there were multiple other girls also involved.
Fair warning though, I don't just write smut. There is plenty of that, but I also focus alot on the emotional roller coaster I went through.
Like I said, there are over 20 chapters. If there is enough interest, I might post 1 or 2 chapters a day, or something like that. **Please feel free to leave comments and messages. Any support is greatly appreciated.**
Enjoy!
**
**Chapter 1: How it all began**
I'll start Chapter 1 with a brief description about myself. My 'origin' story as a cuck, if you will. And what started my obsession with voyeurism.
So, back when I was in high school, I was a bit of a loner. Now, it wasn't like I was bullied, or that I was ugly. I mostly kept to myself, avoided parties and had a couple close friends. I was just *that* guy who was comfortable staying out of the limelight.
My issue was that I was shy. *Painfully* shy. The socially awkward, quiet type. I had always been like this for as long as I can remember. And when puberty hit, I had trouble talking to girls. I never had the guts to ask a girl out. I reeked of low self-esteem. I would watch in envy as other guys in my class hooked up with girls and started their first relationships.
Needless to say, I graduated high school a virgin. And I went off to college.
Being the naive, young, 19 year old I was at the time, I was actually excited to go to college. I thought it was a chance to reinvent myself. To be more outgoing and confident. Basically to correct all the mistakes I made in high school and get more experience with girls. I made a sacred vow to myself that I wouldn't graduate college as a virgin.
During the first couple months in college, I actually *did* try hard. I introduced myself to everyone. Went to parties and went clubbing. Spoke with girls. I tried my damn hardest to break out of my shell. After all, nobody knew me; I was starting with a clean slate and had nothing to lose.
But for whatever reason, I just couldn't follow through. I always ended up doing the same, lame routine. I'm sure plenty of readers here can relate - at parties, I would get self-conscious after a few minutes and just end up taking aimless walks, pretending to be finding someone or on a phone call. When I went clubbing, I would sit at the bar, pretending to take a breather from the dance floor - as I watched others have the time of their lives. If I did chat with a girl, the conversation would always peter out. And I'd get that sinking feeling as I notice the girl lose interest. I could never seal the deal.
Perhaps I was naive for thinking I could just transform my personality through sheer willpower.
Eventually, after so many failed social outings, I fell into the same old habits I had in high school. I shied away from people. I mostly stayed in my dorm room or studied in the library. I reverted to my old self. This wasn't the 'college experience' I had envisioned, for fucks sake.
By the end of my first year at uni, I was still a virgin. I managed to get *one* girl to agree to a date - but she bailed at the last moment. Yeah, *thanks*.
**
As is typical in my college, 2nd year students had to move out of student dorms and find private accomodation to rent.
I was in a bit of a pickle as I didn't have many friends. I dreaded having to put up an ad asking strangers if they needed a housemate.
That's when my life flipped. I kind of got lucky. Like, really lucky. There was this one guy. *Alphonso*. And he asked if I was looking for a housemate.
Now, Alphonso isn't a bully. He didnt torment me. He didn't 'cuck' me in the traditional sense. He's actually a nice guy, and to this day I would still regard him as a friend. We knew each other through class.
**But appearance-wise, we couldn't be any more different.** Alphonsa was tall. Black. Muscular. A basketball player, he was in peak physical condition. Chiseled, ruggedly handsome face, with a bit of a bad-boy aura about him. And he had the brains to back it up too - he regularly got better grades than me.
And when it came to the ladies, well... there was no competition.
Alphonso was wildly successful with girls. A self confessed man-whore. If Urban Dictionary needed a definition for 'Alpha Male', then all they needed to do was post a photo of Alphonso with his *******-eating grin as he flexed his muscles.
He wasn't even arrogant about it either. He just wanted to have *fun*. And the girls knew that too.
Now, I'm no psychologist. I won't proclaim to understand the inner workings of the female mind. But there was something really unique about how girls behaved around Alphonso. I could probably write a PhD thesis about it based on my observations.
So, Alphonso just likes to have *fun*, right. He's not looking for commitment. He doesn't get emotionally attached to girls. He likes to keep it casual and easy-going. For him, sex really is the be-all and end-all. That's all he wants. **And he was totally upfront about this to girls too**. Like, he didn't even bother to hide this fact. He was still respectful towards the girls - on his terms. *Want dick? Then I'm your guy. But don't expect anything else.*. That's his mindset.
The crazy thing is, *it fucking worked*. I wasn't surprised that *some* girls would be fine with just being his FWB or his one night stand. We were in college after all. But Alphonso was different. He was fucking dozens of girls. **Dozens**. Who were all eager to have no-strings-attached sex with him. I wouldn't be surprised if his body count was over 100. I lost track at some point. *Insane.*
For girls, sex with Alphonso was like slipping into a pool where the water was at the perfect temperature. It was easy from the jump and just so hard to leave.
**
How did he do it? Like I said, that deserves a full-blown thesis by itself. But I'll highlight a few factors.
Alphonso was suave. Charming. He had just the perfect balance of confidence and street-smarts which turned girls to putty. And a big cock to back it up.
Girls literally gravitated towards him. I witnessed this first hand. The way girls smiled at him. Blushed in his presence. Girls would stare into his eyes, vying for his attention. It was his combination of looks and personality that they couldn't resist. That, combined with the fact that he was an all-star athlete.
The subtle girls would just flirt with him innocently, like ask him if he had been working out recently. The more blatant girls would just ask him point blank if he was free that night.
And it was obvious he was great in bed. If he fucked Girl A, then she would rave and gush about how great the sex was to her friend, Girl B. More often than not, this would pique Girl B's curiosity. And *she* would invite Alphonso to her room, and he would fuck her. Then Girl C would hear rumours about Alphonso hooking up with Girls A and B. And *she'd* get curious about why he was so in demand - and would ask him if he was down to fuck.
This sort of weird, 'word of mouth' chain of events would happen multiple times. Basically it got to a point where his sheer reputation was enough to make girls fall in his lap. He didn't even have to make the first move on a girl. Incredible, right? Yeah, I thought so too.
All the girls knew the deal. There would be no 'dating' with Alphonso. The only date was with his cock. *And they were hooked on it*. All sorts of girls fell under his spell.
There were pretty-faced, prim and proper girls. The girl-next-door types, who used Alphonso to let loose and express their repressed sexual desires. To experiment with kinks they would normally be too shy to admit. Alphonso was their safe zone for that.
There were your typical big booty thots who just craved the feel of his cock. Who regarded it as a badge of honor to fuck the star player on the college basketball team.
There were girls in committed relationships, who cheated on their boyfriends with Alphonso. Either because they had fights with their boyfriends, or they weren't satisfied with their sex lives, or they were in long distance relationships and just needed to fuck. I dunno, sometimes I wasn't even sure why they were fucking him. But it must have given him an ego boost - to know that he was basically cucking a bunch of guys without them even knowing it.
There were even girls who were not attending college. They would fly in or drive into town, solely for the purpose of draining Alphonso's balls over the weekend. I won't even go into detail about who these girls were.
**
How did I know about all of this? Well, I was Alphonso's friend, so he was more than willing to spill the beans to me. He made plenty of off-hand remarks even before we became housemates.
Like when he told me there was only one girl he hadn't fucked on his dorm floor. Which was a ridiculous feat- considering that a dorm floor would usually have at least 8 girls. The one girl he didn't fuck was because she wasn't attractive enough for him.
Or when we were in class, he would point me towards a stunning blonde in the front row and brag that she had sucked him off and swallowed his nut just before class. The same girl that I *knew* had a boyfriend back in her home town.
Or when I was sitting in the college cafeteria behind a group of girls. And they were all exchanging stories about the crazy sex *each* of them had with Alphonso. Sharing details on the various sex positions he tried on them, and what they liked the most. Giggling about how obsessed he was with getting head. Fawning over his ability to make them cum. And basically agreeing that he was the best they ever had. His own little fanclub of absolute babes. I mean... Jesus.
Like I said, girls were *hooked* on him.
**
*He had it so fucking easy*. I wondered if he knew that there was actually an alternate universe. An alternate universe in which *I* lived, where girls wouldn't so much as even *look* at me, let alone have sex with me.
Suffice to say, I was kind of taken aback when he asked if I wanted to live with him for the 2nd year of uni. More like I was in shock and awe.
Not gonna lie - I was kinda proud he asked me. He could have lived anywhere. He had plenty of friends. And I jumped at the opportunity. I felt an overwhelming sense of relief that I didn't have to live with strangers.
And maybe it was selfish of me, but I thought that if I was his housemate, it would elevate my own social standing. I could use this to hook up with girls. Alphonso was my golden ticket to get out of my barren spell.
As for why Alphonso wanted to live with *me*? To this day, I'm still not sure. But I have my theories. For one thing, I think that Alphonso viewed me as a bit of a pushover. A doormat. I never balked at his requests or confronted him in any way. No, that's just not my personality - I was always someone he could rely on for friendly support. Easy to get along with. No drama.
**
Anyways... we found a nice little house to rent. A 2-floored terrace house.
On the ground floor there was a huge master bedroom, right next to the kitchen and common bathroom. On the first floor, there were 2 small bedrooms.
I offered the master bedroom on the ground floor to Alphonso - he didnt even have to ask. That's how desperate I was to have him as a housemate. I was petrified that he might change his mind.
I stayed in one of the tiny bedrooms on the first floor, which basically just had space for a single bed and a small desk. The other bedroom on the 1st floor was empty. We agreed to use it for any guests that might need a place to crash.
**
The first couple weeks when we moved in together, things were pretty uneventful. We were both just trying to get into the groove of college life and sorting our ******* out.
But soon enough, the inevitable happened. The thing that I was dreading. And shamefully, also excited about.
**Alphonso started bringing girls over.**
It started with a girl on Friday night. Then *another* girl on Saturday. Then - I guess Alphonso wasn't just horny on weekends - he brought yet another girl on Monday night. Then another girl on Thursday. This sort of pattern repeated each week.
Now, he was usually very discrete about it. He only brought over a girl late at night and was careful not to disturb me. It helped that his bedroom was on a separate floor.
**But being the horny, desperate guy I was, I couldn't resist eavesdropping.** If I couldn't get any action myself, the best alternative was for me to listen to Alphonso fuck a seemingly endless parade of girls.
You have to bear in mind - I had never, *ever*, been in such close physical contact with girls. Having a girl stay over at my house - even if she was mostly hanging out with Alphonso in *his* room - was like entering a new dimension for me.
And not just *any girls*, mind you. I'm talking about the most drop-dead gorgeous girls at uni. **As prolific as Alphonso was, he was also quite selective about which girls he would fuck.**
*All* of them were just.. stunning. 10s all across the board, with the occasional 9. Exactly the kind of girls I drooled over.
Leggy, coed models who featured on the runway during University Fashion Week. Ditzy, blonde cheerleaders. Big-titted, IG thots who went to uni just because they wanted to party.
White girls. Asian girls. Latinas. He went multi-racial with it. As long as she had a pretty face, a banging body featuring a nice set of tits and a pert ass that jiggled when he spanked it, she was invited to fuck. Every morning, I woke up excitedly thinking about which new girl Alphonso might lure into his bedroom.
I'm embarrased to admit it, but most of my nights ended up with me secretly kneeling at the foot of his bedroom door for hours on end. Pressing my ear against his door. Like a sick little pervert, trying to catch as much of the intimate conversations and sex noises coming from the other side of the door when he had a girl over. **And feverishly stroking my cock through it all.**
It was pathetic. I knew it was wrong, but I couldnt help myself. **Whatever shame I felt at being a voyeur was overwhelmed by the sheer arousal of hearing a girl scream and moan as Alphonso absolutely fucked the living daylights out of her.** It was better than any porn.
You see, you have to place yourself in my position. I was a virgin who never even caught a glimpse of a girl's naked body in the flesh. So to now *live* in the same house where *real, full-on, hardcore sex* was happening... that was mind-blowing to me.
Not to mention how much of a twisted adrenaline rush it was - to be kneeling in such an exposed and risky position outside Alphonso's bedroom - while I heard his bed violently shake. And a girl howl in ecstacy and orgasm multiple times.
**
Now, the moans and screams of pleasure from the girls were a sound to behold. But what really blew my mind was the sheer level of *dirty talk* that came along with it.
You see, Alphonso had a bit of a kink. When he was in the zone and absolutely railing a girl, he gets very... dominant. All sorts of shocking profanities would fly out of his mouth. **He took dirty talking to the extreme.**
I felt like some of the things he said were a little degrading. I wondered how the girls even put up with it.
But I swear to God, in the heat of the moment - when the girls were being jack-hammered to submission - they actually *loved* his dirty talk. They were so cock-******* that they either let it slide, or they even played along.
**
Alphonso's routine when he was my housemate was pretty straight-forward. Find a hot girl at a party or club. Or if he was feeling lazy, slide into a girl's DMs, or just respond to any number of girls who were constantly sending him flirty messages. Chat the girl up and invite her over. **Fuck her all night.**
And then the following morning, he would be in the kitchen with the girl, fixing her a light snack.
**He would then ask the girl for 'Round 2' after breakfast.** Sometimes the girl would be so worn out from the previous night that she wouldn't be in the mood. But in those situations, more often than not, he would still manage to convince the girl to at least give him a nice, long morning blowjob to start his day.
For a while, I never actually witnessed any of the sex with my own eyes. At most, I would catch a glimpse of the girl, wearing just a bathrobe when she scurried to the bathroom. Or I'd walk into the kitchen and find a girl with her hands all over Alphonso as they chatted and ate breakfast.
But I listened in enough times through his door to get a vivid picture of what he was doing to a girl. What real sex sounded like.
And things started to get more intense real quick...
Sorry, I couldn't resist going 'full metal jacket' on you guys. *Hi*, my name is Jake.
I've written a saga about my experience getting cucked in college. I wouldn't call it a 'standard' cuckold story. For one, it involves a girl I had a huge crush on. Her name is Alicia. And we never actually dated. What I experienced was more akin to being 'friendzoned' by Alicia, while she started an intense fuck buddy relationship with a black guy. And this other guy happened to be a close friend as mine. I still think it's accurate to say that I was 'cucked' though.
And why do I call it a 'saga'? Well, I initially planned on writing just one post. But once I started, I couldn't stop. I needed to get EVERYTHING off my chest.
You see, my cuckold journey was something I previously kept buried deep inside me and locked away out of shame. But once I started writing about it, I found it therapeutic. Even now, as I re-read my story and recall the memories, it still gets me hard as fuck.
**So what started as just 1 post morphed into over 20 detailed chapters.** Covering the events of my entire 3 years in college. As well as the months after graduation. It took me ages to flesh out and polish the story. You can call it a fucking novel. The Cuck Odyssey. The Simp Bible.
Because of my situation, I was able to witness plenty of sex in college. And I describe this as explicitly as I can. Alot of the sex involved Alicia and Alphonso. But there were multiple other girls also involved.
Fair warning though, I don't just write smut. There is plenty of that, but I also focus alot on the emotional roller coaster I went through.
Like I said, there are over 20 chapters. If there is enough interest, I might post 1 or 2 chapters a day, or something like that. **Please feel free to leave comments and messages. Any support is greatly appreciated.**
Enjoy!
**
**Chapter 1: How it all began**
I'll start Chapter 1 with a brief description about myself. My 'origin' story as a cuck, if you will. And what started my obsession with voyeurism.
So, back when I was in high school, I was a bit of a loner. Now, it wasn't like I was bullied, or that I was ugly. I mostly kept to myself, avoided parties and had a couple close friends. I was just *that* guy who was comfortable staying out of the limelight.
My issue was that I was shy. *Painfully* shy. The socially awkward, quiet type. I had always been like this for as long as I can remember. And when puberty hit, I had trouble talking to girls. I never had the guts to ask a girl out. I reeked of low self-esteem. I would watch in envy as other guys in my class hooked up with girls and started their first relationships.
Needless to say, I graduated high school a virgin. And I went off to college.
Being the naive, young, 19 year old I was at the time, I was actually excited to go to college. I thought it was a chance to reinvent myself. To be more outgoing and confident. Basically to correct all the mistakes I made in high school and get more experience with girls. I made a sacred vow to myself that I wouldn't graduate college as a virgin.
During the first couple months in college, I actually *did* try hard. I introduced myself to everyone. Went to parties and went clubbing. Spoke with girls. I tried my damn hardest to break out of my shell. After all, nobody knew me; I was starting with a clean slate and had nothing to lose.
But for whatever reason, I just couldn't follow through. I always ended up doing the same, lame routine. I'm sure plenty of readers here can relate - at parties, I would get self-conscious after a few minutes and just end up taking aimless walks, pretending to be finding someone or on a phone call. When I went clubbing, I would sit at the bar, pretending to take a breather from the dance floor - as I watched others have the time of their lives. If I did chat with a girl, the conversation would always peter out. And I'd get that sinking feeling as I notice the girl lose interest. I could never seal the deal.
Perhaps I was naive for thinking I could just transform my personality through sheer willpower.
Eventually, after so many failed social outings, I fell into the same old habits I had in high school. I shied away from people. I mostly stayed in my dorm room or studied in the library. I reverted to my old self. This wasn't the 'college experience' I had envisioned, for fucks sake.
By the end of my first year at uni, I was still a virgin. I managed to get *one* girl to agree to a date - but she bailed at the last moment. Yeah, *thanks*.
**
As is typical in my college, 2nd year students had to move out of student dorms and find private accomodation to rent.
I was in a bit of a pickle as I didn't have many friends. I dreaded having to put up an ad asking strangers if they needed a housemate.
That's when my life flipped. I kind of got lucky. Like, really lucky. There was this one guy. *Alphonso*. And he asked if I was looking for a housemate.
Now, Alphonso isn't a bully. He didnt torment me. He didn't 'cuck' me in the traditional sense. He's actually a nice guy, and to this day I would still regard him as a friend. We knew each other through class.
**But appearance-wise, we couldn't be any more different.** Alphonsa was tall. Black. Muscular. A basketball player, he was in peak physical condition. Chiseled, ruggedly handsome face, with a bit of a bad-boy aura about him. And he had the brains to back it up too - he regularly got better grades than me.
And when it came to the ladies, well... there was no competition.
Alphonso was wildly successful with girls. A self confessed man-whore. If Urban Dictionary needed a definition for 'Alpha Male', then all they needed to do was post a photo of Alphonso with his *******-eating grin as he flexed his muscles.
He wasn't even arrogant about it either. He just wanted to have *fun*. And the girls knew that too.
Now, I'm no psychologist. I won't proclaim to understand the inner workings of the female mind. But there was something really unique about how girls behaved around Alphonso. I could probably write a PhD thesis about it based on my observations.
So, Alphonso just likes to have *fun*, right. He's not looking for commitment. He doesn't get emotionally attached to girls. He likes to keep it casual and easy-going. For him, sex really is the be-all and end-all. That's all he wants. **And he was totally upfront about this to girls too**. Like, he didn't even bother to hide this fact. He was still respectful towards the girls - on his terms. *Want dick? Then I'm your guy. But don't expect anything else.*. That's his mindset.
The crazy thing is, *it fucking worked*. I wasn't surprised that *some* girls would be fine with just being his FWB or his one night stand. We were in college after all. But Alphonso was different. He was fucking dozens of girls. **Dozens**. Who were all eager to have no-strings-attached sex with him. I wouldn't be surprised if his body count was over 100. I lost track at some point. *Insane.*
For girls, sex with Alphonso was like slipping into a pool where the water was at the perfect temperature. It was easy from the jump and just so hard to leave.
**
How did he do it? Like I said, that deserves a full-blown thesis by itself. But I'll highlight a few factors.
Alphonso was suave. Charming. He had just the perfect balance of confidence and street-smarts which turned girls to putty. And a big cock to back it up.
Girls literally gravitated towards him. I witnessed this first hand. The way girls smiled at him. Blushed in his presence. Girls would stare into his eyes, vying for his attention. It was his combination of looks and personality that they couldn't resist. That, combined with the fact that he was an all-star athlete.
The subtle girls would just flirt with him innocently, like ask him if he had been working out recently. The more blatant girls would just ask him point blank if he was free that night.
And it was obvious he was great in bed. If he fucked Girl A, then she would rave and gush about how great the sex was to her friend, Girl B. More often than not, this would pique Girl B's curiosity. And *she* would invite Alphonso to her room, and he would fuck her. Then Girl C would hear rumours about Alphonso hooking up with Girls A and B. And *she'd* get curious about why he was so in demand - and would ask him if he was down to fuck.
This sort of weird, 'word of mouth' chain of events would happen multiple times. Basically it got to a point where his sheer reputation was enough to make girls fall in his lap. He didn't even have to make the first move on a girl. Incredible, right? Yeah, I thought so too.
All the girls knew the deal. There would be no 'dating' with Alphonso. The only date was with his cock. *And they were hooked on it*. All sorts of girls fell under his spell.
There were pretty-faced, prim and proper girls. The girl-next-door types, who used Alphonso to let loose and express their repressed sexual desires. To experiment with kinks they would normally be too shy to admit. Alphonso was their safe zone for that.
There were your typical big booty thots who just craved the feel of his cock. Who regarded it as a badge of honor to fuck the star player on the college basketball team.
There were girls in committed relationships, who cheated on their boyfriends with Alphonso. Either because they had fights with their boyfriends, or they weren't satisfied with their sex lives, or they were in long distance relationships and just needed to fuck. I dunno, sometimes I wasn't even sure why they were fucking him. But it must have given him an ego boost - to know that he was basically cucking a bunch of guys without them even knowing it.
There were even girls who were not attending college. They would fly in or drive into town, solely for the purpose of draining Alphonso's balls over the weekend. I won't even go into detail about who these girls were.
**
How did I know about all of this? Well, I was Alphonso's friend, so he was more than willing to spill the beans to me. He made plenty of off-hand remarks even before we became housemates.
Like when he told me there was only one girl he hadn't fucked on his dorm floor. Which was a ridiculous feat- considering that a dorm floor would usually have at least 8 girls. The one girl he didn't fuck was because she wasn't attractive enough for him.
Or when we were in class, he would point me towards a stunning blonde in the front row and brag that she had sucked him off and swallowed his nut just before class. The same girl that I *knew* had a boyfriend back in her home town.
Or when I was sitting in the college cafeteria behind a group of girls. And they were all exchanging stories about the crazy sex *each* of them had with Alphonso. Sharing details on the various sex positions he tried on them, and what they liked the most. Giggling about how obsessed he was with getting head. Fawning over his ability to make them cum. And basically agreeing that he was the best they ever had. His own little fanclub of absolute babes. I mean... Jesus.
Like I said, girls were *hooked* on him.
**
*He had it so fucking easy*. I wondered if he knew that there was actually an alternate universe. An alternate universe in which *I* lived, where girls wouldn't so much as even *look* at me, let alone have sex with me.
Suffice to say, I was kind of taken aback when he asked if I wanted to live with him for the 2nd year of uni. More like I was in shock and awe.
Not gonna lie - I was kinda proud he asked me. He could have lived anywhere. He had plenty of friends. And I jumped at the opportunity. I felt an overwhelming sense of relief that I didn't have to live with strangers.
And maybe it was selfish of me, but I thought that if I was his housemate, it would elevate my own social standing. I could use this to hook up with girls. Alphonso was my golden ticket to get out of my barren spell.
As for why Alphonso wanted to live with *me*? To this day, I'm still not sure. But I have my theories. For one thing, I think that Alphonso viewed me as a bit of a pushover. A doormat. I never balked at his requests or confronted him in any way. No, that's just not my personality - I was always someone he could rely on for friendly support. Easy to get along with. No drama.
**
Anyways... we found a nice little house to rent. A 2-floored terrace house.
On the ground floor there was a huge master bedroom, right next to the kitchen and common bathroom. On the first floor, there were 2 small bedrooms.
I offered the master bedroom on the ground floor to Alphonso - he didnt even have to ask. That's how desperate I was to have him as a housemate. I was petrified that he might change his mind.
I stayed in one of the tiny bedrooms on the first floor, which basically just had space for a single bed and a small desk. The other bedroom on the 1st floor was empty. We agreed to use it for any guests that might need a place to crash.
**
The first couple weeks when we moved in together, things were pretty uneventful. We were both just trying to get into the groove of college life and sorting our ******* out.
But soon enough, the inevitable happened. The thing that I was dreading. And shamefully, also excited about.
**Alphonso started bringing girls over.**
It started with a girl on Friday night. Then *another* girl on Saturday. Then - I guess Alphonso wasn't just horny on weekends - he brought yet another girl on Monday night. Then another girl on Thursday. This sort of pattern repeated each week.
Now, he was usually very discrete about it. He only brought over a girl late at night and was careful not to disturb me. It helped that his bedroom was on a separate floor.
**But being the horny, desperate guy I was, I couldn't resist eavesdropping.** If I couldn't get any action myself, the best alternative was for me to listen to Alphonso fuck a seemingly endless parade of girls.
You have to bear in mind - I had never, *ever*, been in such close physical contact with girls. Having a girl stay over at my house - even if she was mostly hanging out with Alphonso in *his* room - was like entering a new dimension for me.
And not just *any girls*, mind you. I'm talking about the most drop-dead gorgeous girls at uni. **As prolific as Alphonso was, he was also quite selective about which girls he would fuck.**
*All* of them were just.. stunning. 10s all across the board, with the occasional 9. Exactly the kind of girls I drooled over.
Leggy, coed models who featured on the runway during University Fashion Week. Ditzy, blonde cheerleaders. Big-titted, IG thots who went to uni just because they wanted to party.
White girls. Asian girls. Latinas. He went multi-racial with it. As long as she had a pretty face, a banging body featuring a nice set of tits and a pert ass that jiggled when he spanked it, she was invited to fuck. Every morning, I woke up excitedly thinking about which new girl Alphonso might lure into his bedroom.
I'm embarrased to admit it, but most of my nights ended up with me secretly kneeling at the foot of his bedroom door for hours on end. Pressing my ear against his door. Like a sick little pervert, trying to catch as much of the intimate conversations and sex noises coming from the other side of the door when he had a girl over. **And feverishly stroking my cock through it all.**
It was pathetic. I knew it was wrong, but I couldnt help myself. **Whatever shame I felt at being a voyeur was overwhelmed by the sheer arousal of hearing a girl scream and moan as Alphonso absolutely fucked the living daylights out of her.** It was better than any porn.
You see, you have to place yourself in my position. I was a virgin who never even caught a glimpse of a girl's naked body in the flesh. So to now *live* in the same house where *real, full-on, hardcore sex* was happening... that was mind-blowing to me.
Not to mention how much of a twisted adrenaline rush it was - to be kneeling in such an exposed and risky position outside Alphonso's bedroom - while I heard his bed violently shake. And a girl howl in ecstacy and orgasm multiple times.
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Now, the moans and screams of pleasure from the girls were a sound to behold. But what really blew my mind was the sheer level of *dirty talk* that came along with it.
You see, Alphonso had a bit of a kink. When he was in the zone and absolutely railing a girl, he gets very... dominant. All sorts of shocking profanities would fly out of his mouth. **He took dirty talking to the extreme.**
I felt like some of the things he said were a little degrading. I wondered how the girls even put up with it.
But I swear to God, in the heat of the moment - when the girls were being jack-hammered to submission - they actually *loved* his dirty talk. They were so cock-******* that they either let it slide, or they even played along.
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Alphonso's routine when he was my housemate was pretty straight-forward. Find a hot girl at a party or club. Or if he was feeling lazy, slide into a girl's DMs, or just respond to any number of girls who were constantly sending him flirty messages. Chat the girl up and invite her over. **Fuck her all night.**
And then the following morning, he would be in the kitchen with the girl, fixing her a light snack.
**He would then ask the girl for 'Round 2' after breakfast.** Sometimes the girl would be so worn out from the previous night that she wouldn't be in the mood. But in those situations, more often than not, he would still manage to convince the girl to at least give him a nice, long morning blowjob to start his day.
For a while, I never actually witnessed any of the sex with my own eyes. At most, I would catch a glimpse of the girl, wearing just a bathrobe when she scurried to the bathroom. Or I'd walk into the kitchen and find a girl with her hands all over Alphonso as they chatted and ate breakfast.
But I listened in enough times through his door to get a vivid picture of what he was doing to a girl. What real sex sounded like.
And things started to get more intense real quick...
