[FM] The time I cheated on my boyfriend with a BBC at a frat party

Apologies for the incredibly bland title!

So this story happened last year in the Spring semester of college, back when social distancing just meant staying away from the person at the party that looks like they’ve had one too many.

I think a lot of the reason i’m posting this, and why i’m posting it here, is because this is one of the few times in my life that i’ve actually felt like a slut – something I usually try to stay away from (no offense!) Another large event that has had a massive impact on my free time has been the current global pandemic, which has left me with a lot of time to write, fantasize and reflect.

Finally, I feel kinda obligated to say that I love my boyfriend very much and that most of the time he’s a really great (and sweet!) guy and I really should feel bad about all of this. There was a large amount of time after this all happened that I *did* feel bad about this – but that was B.C. – before COVID. Now it’s become one of my go to fantasies.

Anyways, with that all out of the way…

…cut to last year: it’s the Spring semester and my boyfriend and I are pre-gaming with a few friends of his in his dorm room before we go to yet another frat party. I always thought frat parties were gross and a bit sketchy but it was all there really was to do since we couldn’t go to the bars and he had just recently gotten into one and had to “be there.”

I’m sure most of you are well aware of pre-gaming, but if you aren’t then you should know that my boyfriend and his friends were taking shots before our Uber got there. My bf and his friends had previously taken wayyy too long trying to finish a game of beer pong, the Uber was there, and the girls in our group were getting pretty eager to go to the party.

So we told them to go on ahead and that we’d catch up with them once the game was over, leaving me to hang back with the guys while they tried to make this last cup. It finally ended, we got another Uber, and headed outside to meet it.

So, picture this: i’m in this cute little blue and white sundress feeling very underappreciated while waiting with a bunch of drunk guys to carpool to a party I never was super excited for in the first place. Earlier that day, when my guy was sober, he had asked me not to wear panties cause, duh, that’s pretty hot and he wanted easy access. He had it, for a bit, but his half-drunken attempts to feel my ass up through / under the sundress were quickly forgotten about now that he was pretty smashed with his friends, leaving me semi-worked up and very annoyed.

We waited a few minutes, the Uber showed up, and we stuff ourselves into the back of this nice man’s car, taking what might have been the bumpiest car ride in history. Seems like the perfect time to play a little grab-ass with your girlfriend, right? Wrong. Boo-hoo.

We finally make it to this gross looking frat house and as soon as my bf gets out of the car he pukes. The frat guys at the door see this and refuse to let him in, saying he’s too drunk and they’re trying to keep a good ratio of guys to girls. He and his friends protest a bit but it’s clear they’re getting nowhere. They don’t know the right people, my boyfriend’s looking a little gross, and he’s an underclassman. Blah blah blah.

My bf isn’t feeling too well now and he’s already bitching about wanting to just go back to his place and play some more games or something. I’m, obviously, a little upset with these developments having already told my girlfriends that i’d be there. His friends, can sensing this, offer to wait outside with him for a ride so that I can get inside and connect with my friends.. After a little back and forth I relent, making sure that he’s ok before adjusting myself and heading inside. The frat guys don’t mind letting another girl into their party and I promise my barely cognizant boyfriend that of course i’ll be safe and come back soon.

I enter the frat house and immediately start to look around for my friends. The lights are dim and it was incredibly crowded and they had one of those tiny disco-balls you’d get at Wal-Mart nailed to the ceiling. Feeling the shots of alcohol I took from before we left and finally being freed from a drunken group of boys, I decide to head onto the makeshift “dancefloor” to look for my friends and see where they were serving drinks.

So you probably know where this is going by now, but almost the moment I enter this cramped sweaty little room I lock eyes with the most attractive guy i’ve seen. He’s well over 6 feet tall, built like a brick house, and had *the* most intense eyes i’ve ever seen. He had on this tight shirt with the letters of some frat but I had never seen him before. He must have noticed that I was staring and made his way over to me. As he got closer I saw just how hot he was – jawdropping. Muscular. Confident. Black.

I’m just this tiny way-too-pale girl in comparison, he really dwarfed me. It’s one of the hottest things that’s ever happened to me.

We danced in front of each other for about a minute or so before he said anything. He had a confidence about him that was infectious. I should have probably cut it off there and tried to find my friends, but something in me (probably the drinks and earlier arousal) wouldn’t let that happen.

Eventually he leans in to compliment my dress and asks if it’s just as pretty from behind. Now, i’m not some ditzy little girl that just lets those kinds of lines work on me, but, well…

Nervously, I tell him that I thought it was. He says with a smile “I’ll see about that” and turns me around. After a few seconds he leans in and whispers in my ear “you were right,” then slowly presses his groin up against my butt. As soon as I felt him I was shocked, I should have pulled away and made an excuse to see my friends but I have never felt anything so big in my life. It just felt so good pressed against my ass that I didn’t want it to leave.

With they way we were swaying, grinding with the music, it just felt like it should be there, like it deserved to be. A few songs go by and I am completely euphoric now. The alcohol had fully hit me and I had the biggest cock I’ve ever felt pressed up against my ass. The dance floor was packed and there was little room to move. My pussy was completely drenched at this point. With every thrust he would make against me, with every time his hands would grab my hips, my sides I could feel myself getting closer.

I could barely believe it – I seriously thought that he was about to make me cum in the middle of this frat house surrounded by strangers. That thought itself was helping push me closer and closer to this edge.

I was completely enthralled by him. At this point he could have done anything to me and I would’ve allowed it. No, I take that back – I would’ve encouraged it. By now his body is completely pressed up against mine and I’m leaning back against him. The only thing on my mind is how big his cock feels, how large his hands are, how he could use me like one of those sex toys. I grab his hand and tug, desperately. He gets the hint and slowly brings his hand down my sundress, toying with the hem. As he gets closer to my pussy I can feel myself begin to throb. Usually I have a hard time cumming but I know that the slightest touch right then would’ve sent me over the edge.

Once again I’m thinking to myself “am I really about to cum in this dirty frat house? Is this really happening??” I should have been trying to catch up with my friends, but at this point my mind was singularly focused. It was more than just being drunk, for the first time in a long time I felt so wanted, so desired. He was making me feel this way – I was completely lost in the moment. He continued to grind against me and manhandle me for what felt like forever before whispering in my ear “why don’t we take this upstairs?” All I could muster in response was a head nod.

The weight and reality of the situation was hitting me and I was trembling now as he pushed our way through the crowd to the stairs. He motioned for me to go first. I make my way up the stairs as he obviously checks me out. I can feel his eyes fixated on my ass. I feel like a piece of meat but it makes me so wet. “Who am I right now?” I think to myself as I nearly shudder.

We get to the top of the steps and, as usual, there is a line for the bathroom and all the rooms look like they’re being used. We’re finally exposed to some more light now and I decided to peek again at his cock. It is massive. His bulge looks like it is about to burst through his jeans and it is absurdly thick. Standing next to him made me feel so small. I desperately wanted to unzip him and take it all right there. I whimper to myself at the long line and drop my shoulders in frustration. He pulls me close again and grabs my ass. He is obviously aware of my commando situation and keeps spreading my ass apart, groping one whole cheek in a hand at a time, playing with it. I felt like I was a piece of meat to him, waiting to be used, and wondered how many times had he done this before. But I didn’t mind.

After a minute or so of him playing my ass, I can sense his frustration at the situation. He walks down the long hall and makes his way to one of the rooms, knocking on the door and saying rather loudly that “it was time to be done in there, he needed his room back.” He gave it a few seconds before he opened the door, allowing another guy and girl to almost run out of the room. He motioned for me to come to him. I make my way down the hall with my head down. The gravity of the situation is hitting me and I sober up for a second. I am praying that no one in the bathroom line recognizes me.

I enter the room and quickly close the door. For the first time I’m actually getting cold feet. I’m incredibly nervous now that we’re alone and this may actually happen. Before I can muster up the courage to say anything he is pressed up against me again, his lips on my neck. His hand working it’s way up under my dress again, playing with my ass before he pulls away and pushes me up against the bed. He pushes me down onto my back, not even telling me what he wanted me to do. He’shovering over me and I watch as he wraps one of those massive hands around my neck.

Once again, I’m trembling. He starts to play with my pussy at the same time his hand grips around my neck and begins to squeeze it. Now, i’ve been choked before, but this… this was a whole different ball game. It felt like he could wrap the whole thing around my throat, even if that wasn’t really the case. I’m so embarrassingly wet that he is having no issues fitting two of his fingers inside, stuffing me and doing the classic “come hither” motion. I’m cumming within seconds, my legs going numb and the most guttural moan i’ve ever made slipping past my lips. He laughs – laughs and flips me over as I still am trying to catch up to everything going on as he’s pulling me a bit off the bed, my legs shaking as I find myself bent over this bed,my ass sticking out in the air for him to take. It is his.

In that moment I am totally his.

He wastes no time and lifts up my dress. I heard him chuckle. His hands are on my ass again, spreading it. He must’ve removed his pants when he was fingering me because now I finally see it. The biggest, thickest porn-esque BBC I have ever seen. The tip barely fit inside my pussy but once he got it in it felt like his dick never ended. I was almost cumming again before I even took all of him. He then picks up the pace and absolutely tears me apart from behind. He’s grunting, thrusting into me faster and faster as he just uses me and I’m about to cum again and my moans are getting louder and louder, moaning into this random bed to try and muffle myself even as he makes no similar attempt to do so. At point point he even stops fucking me to bend over and whisper into my ear that I need to try and be quiet.

Idk why but it was the hottest thing ever, I was completely at his mercy. He then motioned for me to climb on the bed and lay on my back. He got on top and hit it in missionary. Once again I was shocked at how big he was and was barely hanging on. I had cum again by this point but he was yet to finish, picking up the pace again before telling me to “shush,” pressing his finger against my lips.

I came against instantly. I never knew being shushed was so hot. He pulled out shortly after and finished all over my chest. We laid there together for a few minutes and Idk why but I just hugged him tightly the entire time. I didn’t want to let go. I could not believe what just happened. After a little bit I made an excuse to leave and called an Uber.

When I got back outside, and had cleaned myself up a bit, I called my bf to find out he had passed out as soon as he got back to his dorm. I told him that I left shortly after when I couldn’t find our friends.

No one knows about this and I’ve made every excuse to never go back to that frat again. I don’t even know if he was a brother or not. I just know that if I ever see him again I don’t think I will be able to control myself.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i0bw2g/fm_the_time_i_cheated_on_my_boyfriend_with_a_bbc