There’s this guy that I’ve known ever since we were preteens. We live close in range and now go to the same in-state college. I know for a fact that he’s bi and is willing to do things. He isn’t the ugliest person in the world, but he’s pretty passable. We used to hang out in early high school and I would sometimes playfully slap his a** (but really I did it just to touch it; I can still feel the sensation of his thick a** against the palm of my hand), but I noticed that he liked whenever I did it.

He’s also one of those guys who’s willing to mess around easily. This is because I found out that someone I know got messaged from him on Facebook and wanted him to come over and do things. Well, even though so many years have passed, the last time I saw him was last spring semester and we said hi to each other as we passed through the halls.

In a perfect world, I’d message him and get it on. F*** his s***** girlfriends. They’re all cover-ups anyway. If I didn’t have a fear of him telling anyone, I’d ask to come over the next time he’s home alone and go to town.

I’d give him a good spanking and make him shake it for me.

I just hope he didn’t lose that wonderful bubble b*** of his.