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I dated way out of my league my senior year in high school, probably because she was younger than me. She was the hottest girl I’ve ever been with, and it’s not even close—sexy, fit, brown-haired soccer girl with the best hips and ass I’ve ever seen and great tits.
When she got to college, I knew I was going to have issues. I already knew the whole town was jerking off to her Instagram pictures, so what the fuck were college guys going to think? On top of that, she was a heavy partier.
When she finally started her freshman year, I was cooked. My jealousy had almost completely taken over. I’d ask her about everything, and her posting snaps with her tits out and hanging with guys sure didn’t help, but what was I going to do?
Then I finally went to visit her, and I saw the lust firsthand. How slutty she dressed had become completely over the top, and the attention she was getting—even with me there—was intense. We ended up going to a party at the football house. Before me, she loved dating Black guys, and the place was filled with jacked dudes full of T—things I definitely wasn’t.
We got separated, and I ended up finding her in the basement with this shirtless Black guy, flirting like crazy. I knew something was up. I questioned her about it, but she denied everything. She ended up blacking out, and I took her home.
I knew the end was near. About a week later, while I was back at my college, I got a call from her saying we had to talk. She confessed that she ended up fucking that Black guy. My anger erupted—along with my cock getting harder than it ever had, which was new to me. I started to think about how fucking hot it was.
I knew they talked about me before. She gripped his huge dick with her hands, and during me yelling, she told me he was hung. I imagined her slowly gagging on it until he got hard enough to rail the girl I loved.
At first I was mad, but I cooled down. I think I only cooled down because I was so fucking hard. She went on to tell me that we were over and then hung up.
Thinking it would hurt me, she went on to text me details: his huge cock, how he bent her over in her dorm, how every single one of her friends knew. The thing that finally made me bust in my pants was that he creampied her. She would never let me do that, but she was so turned on by him that she let him fill her.
Turns out this unlocked a completely new side of me. I had never been more turned on. I couldn’t stop jerking off to her pictures and thinking about all the guys she was sucking and fucking in college.
It’s been five years now, and I’m still a cuck to this day. Every girl I get with, I think about them fucking other guys and me watching. But at least once a month, I still think about her cheating and fucking the BBC, and I cum.