**Me**
Anders. 18 years old at the time. 6’1”, slim / athletic build, long dirty blond hair, blue eyes. Fairly open about my sexuality by this point. If people asked me, I would admit that I’d been with both girls and guys. Not afraid to use my body to get people I wanted into my bed.
**The Mark**
Sigmund or Sig for short. 6’3”, slim build, pale freckled complexion, strawberry red hair, pale blue eyes. Not entirely sure what his age was but he was a grad student so he was 23 or 24. He came from old money (hence the name) and acted like it. He dressed in clothes that cost more than most people lived on for a month. He was the type of guy who would talk shit about someone for wearing a Rolex because they are so basic and boring. He was so attractive that I was willing to overlook all his faults though.
**The Setup**
Sig was the TA for one of my painful freshman courses my first year at college. The professor was one of those who never had office hours and instead had his grad students cover for him and answer students’ questions. I’d butted heads with Sig a few times when he acted like he couldn’t be bothered to help me when I had questions. The last time I spoke with him I was so frustrated I wanted to strangle him.
**The Encounter**
It was a Thursday night. Most of my friends were out drinking because what else would you be doing on a Thursday night at college? It had been weeks since I’d had any action, which was an atypically long dry spell for me. I was a bit more desperate than I’d like to admit. I considered hitting up a few straight friends who I knew were out drinking to see if any felt like crashing at my place for some late night snuggles, but that just didn’t seem like enough in my current state.
I admitted defeat and fired up the app that I hated. My profile was vague, just like every other one on the app. The only photo I had was one of my abs. Being on a college campus, there were a few dozen options very close to my location. I began browsing through to see if any seemed interesting. I was about to quit the app and toss my phone on my bed when I got a message. It was from a photoless profile, my least favorite thing to deal with.
*Hey, wyd?* Wow - he was so eloquent.
*Nmu* I decided to follow his lead with shit tier conversation.
*Looking?* No genius, I’m hanging out on this shitty app looking for someone to discuss politics with.
*Yea, you?* I hated stooping to this level.
Then he sent the photo. It didn’t include his face, of course, but it showed a pale freckled chest and bright red pubes. It didn’t show his dick. I guess he wanted to leave something to the imagination. That or he was small. I’ll be honest, red heads turned me on so I was suddenly interested in this stranger. After a brief exchange I got an address from him and I headed off into the cool fall night.
As I walked up to the apartment I was a bit confused. This wasn’t one of the normal student apartments. It was a block of upscale condos. I didn’t bother to ask how old he was when we were messaging because I assumed he was my age, but seeing where he lived I suddenly thought that I was about to meet someone my dad’s age. *Fuck it.* I walked up and rang the bell.
The look on Sig’s face when he opened the door was priceless. I’m not sure what he was expecting. He was meeting up with dudes from campus, surely he knew there was a chance he would eventually run into someone in one of his classes. “Oh, it’s you.” He didn’t sound upset, just a bit unsure of what my reaction was going to be. He eyed me up and down.
