Bareback College: Stunning Must-Have Jock Encounter

So this bareback college thing happened last semester and I still think about it when I’m trying to fall asleep, honestly. My roommate Beau had been texting this guy Rocky from his stats class for weeks, just harmless flirting that turned into something else after a late-night study session, and I ended up right there in the middle of it. One minute we’re all sprawled on the couch with textbooks everywhere, the next Rocky’s hand is on my thigh and Beau is watching us with this knowing grin like he’s been waiting for it. I remember the weight of Rocky’s body pressing me into the cushions, the scratch of his stubble against my neck, how Beau leaned in and whispered for us to take it slow. There was fumbling with clothes, a condom wrapper tossed aside because nobody wanted to stop, and this raw heat that built between the three of us, slick skin and shallow breaths and the kind of closeness you don’t get from a hookup app. When Rocky finally pushed inside me I gripped Beau’s wrist hard enough to leave marks, and the three of us moved together until it all fell apart in the best way. We never talked about it the next morning, just made coffee and pretended to study, but that quiet understanding between us has never really gone away.