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Chapter 1 The College Years - The Bareback Sex Stories

I Always Knew It Would Be Like This

Hi. It's me again. Michael. Sorry to leave that last story on a cliff hanger. I may go back to it again - but so much has happened lately. I just need to talk about it. I wrote those last stories when I was 19 and was just getting ready to go to college. My first year of university was very hard - but very rewarding as well - both academically and socially.

I need to talk about it.

College is about change. About discovering yourself and who you are. For the first time you are cut free from the apron strings of your normal life. You don't have mom to run home to. The people you meet don't know your history. You can really become anyone. It's a way to start over.

For me my biggest challenge was to overcome my shyness. As I've said before I've always been the type of person that needs people to approach them. It's very hard for me to go up and just start talking with people I don't know. I guess I've always lived with a lot of guilty. I've never really trusted myself that much.

Part of it is that deep down inside I've always known that I was different. I didn't know why. All I knew is that I just wanted to be like other people. To be accepted. To be part of the group.

That's why going to college was such a huge deal for me. This was my chance to redefine myself. I knew that I wanted to do well in school, but for me that didn't just mean getting good grades and passing my classes. I wanted to learn how to be social.

I needed to learn how to become part of the human race.

That's where my head was when my mom dropped me off in front of my dorm room. She wanted to come in and meet my roommates and hang around the campus. But I knew that the longer she stayed the harder it would be for me to let go. I needed to take that first step. I needed her to push me out of the nest so that I could fly.

With tears in my eyes I told her I could carry my stuff and find my room on my own. Something about what I said must have reminded her of her college years because when she saw the look in my eye she handed me some "surprise money", got in the car and let me spread my wings.

I clutched the wad of twenties in my hand, stuffed them in the back pocket of my jeans and began my first walk alone into the building that would become the center of my life for the next year.

Part of me was full of confidence. After all I was a year older than most of the freshman. But part of me was also scared. As I looked around the grassy areas around the campus I saw all sorts of couples holding hands, kissing, exploring their bodies and their feelings.

I also saw groups of people playing haky sack and ultimate Frisbee. Everyone seemed to be with someone else.

I was alone - my only companions the dead presidents on the bills in my back pocket.

While walking to the dorm I thought back to a book I read when I was about 16. It was about a group of kids at university doing drugs, having sex. Guys fucking girls. Guys fucking guys, girls fucking girls. The first time I read the book it made me excited. My cock would swell and I would find myself slowly stroking it. Then when I got older the book made me sad. It started off with a drunken girl in her first month at the school losing her virginity during a violent rape. When it was over the bleeding woman says "I always knew it would be like this."

What was my fate? Drugs and sex and happiness? Or inevitable sadness - a march towards a life of blood with no possible retreat or surrender?

That's what went through my skinny body as I lugged my two suitcases up three flights of stairs to my room. Obsessed with ideas of openings and closings.

Finally I dropped my bags in the hallway and struggled to get my key in the lock. The door pushed open and there he was - my roommate.

Tall, with short brown hair. An Abercrombie sweater and baggy jeans from Structure - lying on his bed with his legs slightly spread.

A large poster of Britney Spears in lacy underwear pinned above his bed.

"Dude, you must be Michael," he said. "I'm Steve. I'm from Houston."

"Hi," I responded barely mumbling the name of the city I came from as I noticed the La Crosse sticks leaning against the wall.

Here I was about to be living with exactly what had scared me my entire life -a jock. Beautiful. Athletic. Popular. Life was always so fucking easy for these creeps - but still part of me wanted to worship them. I hated myself for that.

Over the next hour while I unpacked my bags we got to talking. Steve was a sophomore so he was my age and already had friends on campus. He was supposed to be rooming with a friend of his from freshman year - but his friend had gotten his girlfriend pregnant and dropped out over the summer.

"Man, I am fucking keeping little Steve gloved up no matter what the bitches say about being on the fucking pill," Steve remarked. "No pussy is worth a fucking baby over."

"That's true," I said needing in some way to contribute to the conversation.

As the conversation went on I found myself liking Steve more and more and getting less and less shy. This, after all, was why I was in college. He had no reason to judge me. He didn't know that I had never even kissed a girl. He had never heard any rumors about me going to The Bar or heard anyone call me "faggot."

I felt like I could belong.

We started to grow more comfortable and eventually Steve lit up a joint and started playing MP3s. Good smoke and Eminem on the speakers. Songs about bitches and violence, an athletic boy in my bedroom.

I always knew it would be like this.

Soon there was a knock on the door and amidst a bunch of giggles two girls walked in with a couple six packs. Rolling Rock cold. Beads of sweat up and down the green bottles.

Steve's girlfriend, Denise. Her friend Stacy. My head floating. The cold beer driving away the munchies. A little nervous from the pot but the booze keeping that at bay.

Steve and his girlfriend kissing on the bed. Wet sucking sounds. Stacy starts talking to me - impressed that I'm from the big city. Her hand every so often punctuating a sentence by touching my shoulder or my chest.

Her clothes are beautiful - cut just right and a sweet smell of perfume.

"I've got some more beer back in my room if you can help me carry it over," Stacy says to me.

"Sure," I manage to get out thinking that my first day of college is not starting off so badly after all.

Stacy leads me practically halfway across campus to a different dorm room. Everything was getting pretty hazy at that point and I found myself leaning against her in order to not fall down and further embarrass myself.

"Keep it together man, you can't fuck up your first day," I kept thinking to myself as her arm weaved itself around me to keep me upright.

"Here we are," Stacey said as we stumbled into her room. "No need to rush, I think those two will be a little "busy" for a while if you get my drift."

Moving to the fridge Stacy pulled out two more beers and handed one to me. I took a very small sip hoping to keep everything in focus.

Things start to blur. Stacy's mouth is on mine tasting of old weed and stank beer. Her hands seem to be everywhere, grabbing and pushing.

I realize we are both naked and she's pushing my head between her legs. I smell piss and for a second almost think I hear her fart. Her cunt looks like some evil sea creature waiting to eat me alive.

"Make me wet," she says although from what I can taste there has been liquid between her thighs recently enough.

Struggling not to puke I move up her body and start kissing her. Her hands move back to my cock.

"Come on, get hard," she demands.

My cock feels like it is filled with Novocain. My head pressed up against her body and I can feel and smell the sweat in her hair.

"What are you some kind of fag," is the last thing I hear her say as I stumble out into the night. Half naked, having no real idea where I am going.

I pull my clothes on and try to move in the general direction I remember us walking. By this point I'm shaking with embarrassment but somehow after what seems like hours find myself in front of that dorm that I had looked at with so much hope only hours before.

I open the door to my room to find Steve inside alone.

"What happened to Denise?" I ask.

"Stacy called and seemed pretty upset so she went back. What the fuck happened?"

I collapsed to the floor and started crying. This is not how I wanted my first day of college to go.

Why had I drunk so much?

Why had I gotten so stoned?

Why had I let Stacy put her arms around me on the walk to her dorm?

Why did I hate my life?

Why was I such a fucking failure?

That's when I felt Steve's arm around me. I could feel the muscles of his arm pressing against his back. I could smell the sweat on his body from whatever had happened here while I was gone. It smelled nice.

"It's ok, man," he said. "Talk to me. They are just bitches. Bros before hoes man. Bros before hoes."

I was at a loss for words. I looked him straight in the eyes and could not believe what I saw. He seemed to understand. Here I was sitting in my dorm room with a Greek god with his arms wrapped around me, staring into my eyes.

My heart was beating faster than it ever had before.
"Yeah," I said. "Bros before hoes."

"Yeah, well this bro never got his hoe tonight," Steve's suddenly commanding voice replied. "And little Steve is pissed as shit.

His strong arms began pushing my face down. I let my eyes drop and his fly was undone. His cock was sticking out of his jeans. It looked wet and demanding. Hard as steel it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.

Instinct started to take over. My mouth moved to his cock like a magnate. It smelled so warm and so masculine. The "v" about his thighs was like an arrow pointing to the playing field.

I wrapped my lips around his shaft and started sucking on his wonderful dick. His hands were behind my head pushing me into him.

"Yeah, you are my little bitch. You gonna be my little bitch all year."

"Yes, yes yes," I said to myself.

Suddenly things got a little scary. He pulled my head up by my hair and told me to take off my clothes. I did what I was told.

Then, he slapped me hard across the face.

"Bitch, get on your hands and knees and let me see your asshole."

"Look, I've never done that. I'm scared."

He punched me hard in the face. When I felt the sting on my cheek my heart started beating faster and my dick got harder and harder.

"You like this shit. Just fucking do it."

Tears streaming down my face and precum leaking off my cock I got down in my hands and knees.

"Crack" I heard as he painfully slapped my ass. Then I heard him opening a tube of something up and felt his greasy finger slip into my hole.

It hurt. It felt good. His finger became my world.

"Beg for it bitch."

"Please no! I'm nervous."

"Crack!" and as the pain in my ass made me more and more aroused I gave in.

"Please, please do it!"

Then I felt his chest on top of my back and his mouth kissing my neck as his cock started to work its way inside. It felt much too big. I felt like I was being torn apart. I gritted my teeth. Part of me could not wait for it to be over and part of me hoped it would never end.

That's when it happened. The pain suddenly subsided. Instead I felt a rush more through me. His cock continued to hammer home and I felt my emotions adapt. I felt good from the tip of my head to the bottom of my toes. I was being used by a big jock - and I liked it.

I was freely giving up my virginity - back my ass up to get as much of his unprotected cock into me as possible;

"Fuck I'm coming," Steve said as I felt a warm rush escape his cock and flood my bowels.

Then I felt the hugest orgasm ever wash over my body and I felt my soul move from fear of my roommate to a much more intimate emotion.

I lay in his arms and as I drifted off thought:

I always knew it would be like this.

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