Chapter 1 The Beginning of Bareback Michael - Bareback Sex Stories

Hi! I'm back- the one from "the basement"? Ringing any bells? I'm the soon-to-be freshman in college and you might have even read something about me before. Well, before I go on, I have to come clean on something. I made up everything I wrote before. Why? Because, someday, I want to be a writer when I'm all grown up. Even though I'm kind of grown up already. I actually plagiarized from a standard porno magazine I stole a few weeks ago. You're probably wondering why a young guy who stole a magazine, and then admits to plagiarizing, is even worth listening to. I did it for two very good reasons. If you want to know what the reasons are, then you'll have to read on. Otherwise, keep jerking off to bad porn while you wonder if you're missing out on an unbelievable story.

I thought so. As you can tell from the last comment, there are some things I'm confident about. Like when I'm writing. I feel like the page is a four-lane highway with all the lanes going in one direction. A black firebird driving at 100 MPH in whatever direction I want it to go. I don't have any obstacles here. Reality is usually the only enemy I have. Well, I've gotten off topic. Two reasons why you should continue reading on despite the deception from earlier.

First, I'm really going to put myself in this article. No more plagiarizing. I've learned my lesson. I want you to know me for who I am, not some cheesy stereotype that uses dumb words like buttcheeks, newbie, or groin. I mean really, who uses the word "gobbled" in the same sentence as intercourse? Who even uses that word, period? Very nasty if you ask me. I'm no writer but I'm sure I could figure out better words than that to describe sex! The truth is that I want to tell you what I'm really like and what it really feels like to walk around in my boots. You'll have to trust me on this one. Please?

Secondly, you can't be too hard on me. I'm only 19 and I'm sure you probably made a lot of mistakes at my age. And for those of you who are my age, "You know what's up"! Okay, are you ready? Here it goes for real...

I don't really know if I'm cute or not. People have told me that I'm beautiful but since I don't really feel it, who cares. I have long hair, not too long though. It curls around my ears and feels soft. I have green eyes. Green like the ocean. Nice features I guess. Full red lips. My lips look redder than they really are because I bite them a lot. I bite them when I'm nervous. As far as my body goes, its pretty good. I'm in shape and I spent the last four years on the High School swimming team. My skin is smooth. Very smooth and I've got good health. My teeth are white but I know that the joints I've smoked are going to change that someday. It's worth it to me though. I don't like to drink but I'm sure that will change when I get to college. Which reminds me, that's when I'll probably stop writing this column. I'll have to focus all my energy on books and college stuff and I' wanted to give you a head's up on that one. In case you decide you'll actually miss me! When it comes time for us to part ways.

So now that you have an idea of what I look like (always good to hold back as much as possible), I'm going to have to admit that I'm still a virgin. I've fooled around with other guys before but I really haven't had sex with one yet. I guess I should start by telling you the closest I've come to having all out sex with another guy. Close your eyes and please don't judge. I just couldn't help myself. I really mean that. Christ, I'm only 19!

A year ago, my older brother came back from college to visit in on me and my Mom. He usually brings his friend Adam and it turns into a non-stop session about how Adam's into some really cute girl. Whenever he told us the stories, Adam had a habit of hinting at things he really wanted to say out loud but was too afraid to. I wonder if he thought I noticed it? For example, "She had me and wouldn't let go" he explained, holding something imaginary in his huge hands, one on top of the other. To be honest with you, I didn't really care to hear the stories and I actually found myself getting annoyed after awhile.

That night, I wound up sleeping in a closet. Literally. Well, not literally but it may as well have been a closet. Our apartment is small so I wound up giving my bed to Adam in the room I used to share with my older brother. While the two of them went to the room, I dragged a mattress over to a reconverted closet. The space itself was really small and besides the mattress, not much else could fit in the room. A small window in the back of the room had a view of the street that was now completely blacked out by a dark curtain, which hung over it. When the door was closed, it almost felt like being in deep space. When I was younger, I would hide underneath a pile of blankets that were thrown in the room and it would take him forever to find me. But I'm not little anymore and I would prefer being in my own bed as opposed to the solitude of the dark room I now found myself in.

While I was drifting off to sleep, I tried to imagine what Adam and my brother were talking about now. If it weren't how many girls Adam had met in the last semester at school, then it would probably be my brother's modeling audition for an upcoming motorbike ad. He already had a photo of himself on a dirt bike when he was sixteen. He was sporting a crew cut, a black football jersey, and a baseball cap pushed to the side. I couldn't believe we came from the same person since he was so good looking but in fact, I had already turned down an opportunity to do the same thing. I just didn't feel it was me. Anyway, my thoughts sort of trailed off and that's when I heard the doorknob turn. Before I could even turn around, the door closed behind and it was dark again. Whoever it was now slid down against the wall and sat across from me, staring out from legs that were spread apart, feet resting on the floor next to the mattress. My eyes strained to adjust themselves on the figure in front of me, the thinnest bar of light squeezing through the bottom of the door like a persistent but unwelcome visitor. A part of me knew I should have been afraid but I wasn't. I guess the reasons ultimately didn't matter.

I could hear breathing and I just knew it had to be him. I pretended to shift in my sleep and threw my hand off the side of the bed, allowing it to come to rest over the top of a foot. I didn't move. Now, I could feel a foot being moved from beneath my arm and, although I couldn't see it, I knew that whoever was there had just moved closer to where I was lying. A figure was bent over me and I could hear soft breathing. The breaths were quick and that's when I knew that whoever was standing, no- kneeling over me wanted to be close to me somehow. I wondered if whoever was kneeling in front of me knew I was also starting to take shorter and shorter breaths. Without warning, I turned and propped myself up on my elbows. I could hear a slight shifting of weight in the darkness as legs bulged inside of sweatpants, moving themselves closer to me. I pushed forward on my elbows and in almost total darkness; I felt something come into contact with my face. I knew it was behind soft pants and I reached up, instinct guiding my hands to a pair of solid hips, pulling downward. Now, it bounced into my face and I felt it growing, pushing harder against a flushed cheek. Something warm and sticky made an invisible line across my neck as I made my way up his body, burying my face in soft hair above the thing that was growing longer and longer. Before I could go any further, I could hear him turn around.

I was actually terrified. What if my brother walked in, or maybe my Mom, looking for something useless at almost one in the morning, no less. It didn't matter at that moment but it didn't take the fear away either. I reached forward and with each hand, grabbed something large and soft. I could feel it spreading apart and once again, despite inexperience and the near total absence of light, I let instinct guide me. I buried my face in the things that I now grabbed in my hands and spread them apart even further. I could feel a smooth, pink opening at the very edge of my tongue and it made me want to push even further, to pull apart with even more force. I put my hands as close to the opening as I could go and pulled. My tongue felt like it could disappear and I heard him take a quick breath, louder than normal but still lower than a whisper. I let go with one hand and felt a pair of soft, heavy, testicles that dangled against my chin. I grabbed them and pulled, imagining how much they were carrying inside. I could feel myself growing stiffer in the second I had the thought. Now, I moved my hand further out and began grabbing it. I kept going and when I got to the end, I could feel something warm and sticky dripping out of him. I couldn't help myself and I had to push my finger inside of a huge slit. As my finger was entering, I could feel his back lowering until it touched the floor. I knew what I wanted to do but I was still really nervous. About everything.

I pulled back and froze for a second. The figure turned to me and brought his face close to mine. Although I couldn't see him, I could hear a sound pushed from around a solitary finger that rested over his lips. Shhhhhhhhhhh. A hand was pushing me slowly against the mattress and in the next second, I was lying on my back. I was still completely hard and all of a sudden, he pulled my cock and let it smack against my stomach, the head bouncing against a soft trail of hair just below my belly button. He lifted it up again and suddenly; I could feel it being covered by something slippery and warm. I could hear one of his knees pop and I knew he was now squatting over me. As it began sliding inside of him, I heard a gasping noise. Suddenly, it was smacking against my stomach again. It was too big to go in just like that!, I thought to myself. Now, I could hear a tongue licking the surface of his hand and felt huge fingers wrapping around it, directing it back inside. It was sliding in again but he was still going inch by inch.

I couldn't believe that my first experience with intercourse was in total darkness but that's just the unadorned truth of it. In fact, looking back on it now, it made it a lot more exciting. Although at the time, I didn't think so. I could feel it sliding down and when I got it halfway inside of him, I could feel something poke against my stomach. Holy shit, I thought, trying to imagine how long it must have looked in full light. I grabbed it and pulled slowly. It was so long, and not that thin either. As I pulled it, I could feel the last few considerable inches disappear and now, I was inside of him entirely. I froze again for a moment, partly from the shock of it all and realized just how quiet it was in the room. My thin body tensed and that's when I felt it-

Unbelievable. I could feel him squeezing around me and I grew even harder. I could feel myself throbbing inside of him and now, he pulled up, squeezing over ever inch of it, all the way to a throbbing head. And then he fell on top of it, letting it slide down, his weight coming to rest against my hips. I could hear the sound of something that was wet, every inch of it sliding into a smooth opening. I leaned forward and took him inside of my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it and my mouth filled with an indescribably sweet, salty taste. He was growing inside of my mouth and there was a moment where I could feel myself buried deep inside of him, while he pushed it into the opening of my throat. I couldn't help it and the next time he squeezed on me, I felt myself exploding inside of him. My jaws spread apart in ecstasy as it kept throbbing, pulsing uncontrollably. I grabbed him and pulled him up and as I lifted him off of it, I was still shooting. If the lights had been on, I would have seen an opening that was slow to close, something warm and sticky dripping out of it. I would have seen the opening suddenly widen again, as he began coming over me, shooting it into my open mouth, across my face, over my neck, in my black curly hair, splattering against the blue cotton pillow case behind me. I would have seen an opening tighten in a spasm one last time, as the remaining spurts continued landing over the rest of my face. But I couldn't see anything and when I finished wiping my face off, the man who was responsible for the warm, thick shower I had just taken, quickly got up, pulled his sweatpants back on, and walked out into a dark, silent hallway, returning to his room.

Lying in bed, I could still feel myself throbbing and I reached down to grab it. My hand felt something long and sticky, warm, wet. I wiped the front of my hand over my face and began pulling at it again. It was as if it hadn't been enough and I continued stroking it. The noise it made was loud since I was now using three different fluids and the sound of my hand going up and down felt as if it would wake everyone up. I imagined being back inside of him, the moments I could feel him squeezing tightly around my cock and the moment I felt it shooting inside of him. I was getting sore but I couldn't stop. Whatever had taken hold of me was not going to let go until I took care of things. I imagined myself shooting inside of a large opening I had created and when I remembered how it had sounded, how it felt when he shot in my mouth, I began exploding again, this time, it felt like it was coming out of an even tighter opening. Something landed on my right shoulder, a puddle filling my belly button, trailing off in a thin watery stream down a shaft and over my fingers, my mouth opening even wider this time in total silence. Finally, in complete exhaustion, I pulled the covers over and fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, the room was still dark. I got up and ran my fingers through my hair, something dry crumbling in white flecks over my stomach. I threw on an Army T-shirt that read "Aim High" in gold letters, along with a pair of faded jeans and walked into the hallway. The house was empty and in the kitchen, my Mom had prepared scrambled eggs with two fat sausage links, and left it under a plate with a note on top...


Hi hon,

I saved you some breakfast so make sure you eat it. I don't like you being thin. Sorry about throwing you in that tiny room. Adam wound up having to drive back to school last night and I sent your brother in to wake you up but you were already asleep. Next time!

Love Mom

I read the note about thirty times and when I finally put it down, I went into my brother's room. A photo of a guy on a dirt bike, black pants straddling a dull silver engine, hung on the wall. I walked over to his bed and picked up a pair of sweatpants that were thrown by the bedside. I picked them up and put my face inside of them, pressing my nose against a patch of something that was still damp. I didn't need to look down to see what was happening to me. I could feel it. I threw the sweatpants on the floor and looked back up to the wall. If you looked at the picture carefully enough, you could see it. Something that bulged out distinctly to one side. I couldn't take my eye off it and finally decided that he must have a dozen pictures just like it...

So you see, I'm still a virgin in one sense. That was a year ago. I've had a lot of interesting experiences since then and I'm sure I'll have plenty more. So just keep checking in with me. You never know, one day you might be in a bookstore and you'll spot a cover featuring a young, handsome guy with long hair, but not too long, irresistibly smooth skin, full red lips, and a smile that will immediately make you forget whatever it was you liked about me to begin with. See you next time.

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