Convincing the upstairs neighbor to reclaim me regularly: Part 1

A few weeks had passed since I serviced my upstair neighbor - the only that I gave head to after just blowing my date. And I ran into him in the university dining hall. We ended up sitting next to each other and eating. Conversation was pretty platonic initially but I noticed him checking me out.

He started to prod with what I've been up to and I tried to keep it low key - school and stuff. But he kept asking more and more suggestive questions until I started hinting that I had been hooking up around college.

He got very interested in my endeavors and started asking more and more detailed questions. I obliged, giving him more and more details about the past few weeks. The more I told him about all the dicks I've sucked and how many times my roommate's boy toy fucked me, the more his eyes lit up. He seemed to get really turned on by all this.

He asked me if I remember coming up and blowing him with cum covered all over my face and of course I did. He asked who was the guy's cum I smeared his cock with and I told him some details. He absolutely loved it and his voice got lower and sultry.  Apparently he has thought about that night quite frequently since the incident and has even masturbated to it on occasion.

I couldn't believe I had that kind of impact on him, since it was just a spur of the moment type deal but he kept expressing how much he liked it. Before long I started to feel myself get aroused by the topic of conversation.

I also hated how he was wasting perfectly good cum since I lived right downstairs...

I expressed that anytime he is thinking about it, he is more than welcome to stop by and get his cock serviced...

He then asked something crazy. "What if I stopped by right after one of your wild nights out?" obviously insinuating that he wants to plow me after I just got a load of cum pumped inside me. I thought back to my roommate's hookup doubling the amount of sperm in me in just a few hours and instantly became intrigued.

So I get his number, promising him that I would let him know the next time I arrived back to my dorm spent and dirty. And it didn't take long before I called him up...