Chapter 3 The College Years - The Bareback Sex Stories

Cruising

By the time I woke up the next morning, Steve was gone. My ass ached but in a good way as I took off the panties and got into the shower to wash Steve's cum off my well-fucked body.

As I thought about the night before and dreamed of Steve's hard cock penetrating my nearly virgin ass I started to get hard again. I also stopped dreaming about falling in love. I mean, I knew I was crushing on Steve, but also knew that he had a bitch - I mean a girlfriend that he had fucked right before doing me!

My second day of classes were due to start so I forced myself not to go back into Steve's bed and masturbate while smelling his masculine scent all over the sheets.

It was a beautiful fall day outside and my hormones were racing. It seemed like everywhere I looked there was another hot guy. I also noticed that the girls were not really all that. Some of them looked like they hadn't bothered to wash their hair!

Classes were pretty dull. For the most part the professors were just taking our names, giving us an overview of what we were going to study that semester and handing out the course syllabus. On of my teachers, Mr. Blanchard was a total hottie - about 30 years old with lean muscles and arms that caused my cock to throb in my pants but I knew I was not confident enough to try to go with an older man.

Besides Steve was probably back at the dorm by now waiting for me to come home and pleasure him.

With that thought in mind I went off to the university bookstore and cruised around the clothing racks until I found a college jersey that made me look fine. It had blue stitching that perfectly matched my eyes. I knew that Steve would love it.

I changed in the store bathroom after paying for my hot shirt and practically ran back to my dorm room.

When I got up the stairs though I was confused - there was a dirty sock hanging on the doorknob!

What the fuck was that all about? Pulling the sock off the knob I started to insert my key when I heard a voice behind me.

"Yo freshman, what the fuck you doing?" the older student behind me said. "Don't you know about the sock rule?"

"No. I just know that's my room."

"Well it's Steve's room too and if there is a sock on the door that means he's with a girl, so bug off until he's done," the student said inching towards me so that his strong arms practically touched my chest.

Fuck. It couldn't be true! Steve was already fucking her again! Yet, we had made love the night before. With tears in my eyes I gathered up my books and decided to go to the library to get in some study time.

It took about 20 minutes to walk to the library and I have to say I was glad for the time. By the time I got there I had managed to brush the tears away from my eyes and pull myself together. I didn't want to look like a freak on my second day at school!

I hit the Pepsi machine and sat down in a corner so I could stare at my books and try to figure out what was going on with my life. The past 48 hours had been a whirlwind of sex. Fuck I could still feel a little bit of Steve's cum in my ass and remember the strong scent of his dick so clearly!

After about an hour the Pepsi started getting to me and I realized I had to find the bathroom. Moving through the stacks I soon found a sign pointing to the basement.

I walked down and once inside took a quick look at my face. There were still stains on my face so I quickly washed them off before going into a stall.

Sitting down I started to notice a strange sound coming from the stall next door. It sounded squishy yet somehow familiar. Turning to my side I noticed a small hole in the wall connecting the two stalls together.

Unable to fight my curiosity I took a look and saw a guy beating his meat. I jumped back must have made some noise because the next thing I knew the guy in the next stall said, "You like what you see?"

Turning back I saw that he had thrust his cock through the hole and it was rock hard and inches from my face. My heart started beating incredibly quickly and my dick suddenly became hard as a rock. I could feel it pulse in my jeans and began to feel light headed as the blood flowed from my brain.

Like I was in a trance, I found myself falling to my knees in front of this anonymous cock. It smelled like heaven. So manly. A mixture of skin, soap and sweat as I grabbed the shaft and eased the head into my mouth.

The rush of feeling through my body was incredible. My entire world was this cock. I didn't care who it belonged to. I didn't care how young or old or good looking the guy was. All I cared about was pulling that cock as far into my face as possible.

I moved my head away. I licked the piss slit. I could taste his pre-cum. It was better than any drug I had ever tasted. I eased one of my hands into my pants and started to stroke my own cock as I continued to suck this wonderful prick.

I could hear the cock's owner start to moan in the other stall. As I kept rubbing my own cock it began to get wet with my own juices and my hand felt so good sliding up and down myself.

My jaw started to hurt and I began to notice that this cock was quite a bit bigger than Steve's. For some reason that caused my heart to beat even faster and suddenly I came in my pants.

This wonderful stranger must have heard my moans because suddenly he too started to pant and I felt the first wonderful jets of his sperm splash into the back of my throat.

I felt so content and complete as a feeling of absolute calm descended over my body. It was just as good as servicing Steve - yet I didn't have to deal with knowing who the guy was.

I stayed there on the floor panting as I heard the man leave. When I was sure he was gone I stepped out of the stall and went to clean myself up.

While washing my hands and rising out my mouth in the sink curiosity started to get the better of me. Looking to make sure no one was around I went into the stall where my dream cock had been born.

Right above the hole I saw a message: "For more Deerfield Park after dark."

Gingerly I moved my hand over the ink and it smeared off. It was still wet - it had to be left by my stud.

I don't think I'd ever been happier about being in college. Surprisingly even though I had just come minutes before I could feel my dick coming back to life and starting to tent my pants again.

I returned to my books and made my way to the cafeteria to get some food and more soda and have a chance to calm down. For some reason even though there had been no emotions involved in my bathroom encounter the session had left me even more thrilled than any of my encounters with Steve. I felt like "The Man."

It seemed like hours before darkness arrived. I know I was one of the last students to leave the cafeteria - but I don't remember much else about that time. My mind was in the clouds. I kept trying to concentrate on my food and my books but my mind kept coming back and thinking about beautiful cocks.

The stranger's size had really been incredible and I felt proud that I had taken it in my mouth. My cock throbbed every time I thought about it.

Finally I decided it was dark enough and left the building to find one of the large outdoor maps that dotted our campus.

I quickly realized that Deerfield Park was only about 15 minutes away. Still I walked as slowly as possible. Part of me was convinced that everyone I passed knew what I was up to and thought I was some kind of pervert. So I did my best to play it cool. Luckily my nervousness kept my cock in check so I wasn't walking like I had a dividing rod in my pants!

When I go to the park it seemed deserted. There were no lights on anywhere and no people that I could make out. Just a lot of trees and bushes. Figuring I had nothing to lose and that my beautiful stranger might try to find me, I sat on a bench.

Never before had I wished I was a smoker! It would have given me something to do!

After about 20 minutes I saw a car pull up near the park and an older man get out. He looked both ways as though he wanted to make sure no one was watching him. I knew how he felt!

I thought he would walk my way so I was somewhat surprised when he entered a group of bushes over the side and disappeared.

A few minutes later another car pulled up and another older man did the same thing. I was so confused! I mean at first I thought the guy had gone to take a leak but by this point he had been there at least 10 minutes and it doesn't take that long to water the flowers!

I had to know what was going on. Very softly so no one would hear me walked over to the foliage and peered inside.

Oh, My God!

The first man I had seen pull up was on his hands and knees sucking the cock of the second man. My cock immediately burst to life as I witnessed the expert ministrations of this older, yet very muscled man. On of his hands gripped the guy's ass. The other worked his cock.

My right hand involuntarily moved to the front of my pants and started caressing my hardness through my jeans. I could smell the cocks of both men. This was the first time I had ever seen two had cocks at once. It was beautiful. I felt so naughty yet also thrilled to be alive.

Suddenly I felt a strong hand on my back push me into the bushes. I was terrified. Someone had caught me. Would they beat me up? Was I going to be outed all over campus.

The strong hand turned me around and I looked up into the face of a man in his early 30s with muscles on top of muscles. He had at least eight earrings and a very sexy set of tattoos up and down his arms.

Both hands settled on my shoulders as he pushed me to my knees in the bushes. I could still hear the wet sucking sounds of the other men nearby as I looked up to see my new lovers cock hovering over me.

I opened my mouth and for the second time that day took a hard cock through my lips. I felt like I was becoming a natural as I heard the older man began to make low sounds from the bottom of his throat.

It was so sexy! Here was an adult older man, craving my mouth. All I could think about was trying to find ways to please him. I started squeezing his ass the way I had seen the first man do as I jerked him hard with my other hand and sucked as hard as I could.

I started to realize that all men taste and smell different. Don't get me wrong. Every cock I had tasted had been wonderful, but they are all like snowflakes. Each unique in its own beautiful way.

That's when I started to feel another set of hands caressing my ass. Confused at first I realized that one of the other men must have heard us and come to check out what was going on.

Stopping what I was doing for a second I turned around to see who it was.

"Take off your pants, bitch," the man behind me said.

I looked at the man I had been sucking - silently asking for his permission. He nodded, so my jeans and boxers fell to the ground as I got back on all fours.

I started sucking again for all I was worth - desperate to taste that man meat one more time.

As his dick penetrated my lips, I felt another wonderfully hard cock start to bang against my ass as if trying to punish or spank me. I knew I was a naughty boy. I knew I needed to be punished.

"You like that bitch?"

"God yes," I moaned when I had a chance to take my mouth away from the cock for a few seconds.

Soon I felt my ass start to open up as the man behind me slowly started to push his dick into my crack. It felt sinfully delicious.

Here I was on my second day of college with one hard cock in my mouth and other invading my ass. My entire world right now was about pleasuring men and there cocks.

I knew my place in the world. I was destined to make bigger older men happy. My own cock was throbbing and pulsing.

With each thrust from my lovers it would graze the ground slightly sending thrills up and down my body. I was no longer capable of rational thought. I just kept sucking as hard as I could and trying to push back with my ass in order to get as much of that cock inside me as possible. Both men were moaning hard now and the pace was getting faster and faster.

As the thrusts grew harder my cock started rubbing more and more against the dirt. Everything was building inside me now. I loved life. I loved cock. I loved the smell. I loved the feel. I loved being at the center of all this wonderful masculine attention!

Then the man in front of me started groaning hard and pulled his cock forcefully out of my mouth. He aimed his veined weapon right at me and shot all of his come in my face and all over my hair. My dick started throbbing even more.

This seemed to set off the guy behind me as he then pulled out of my ass, let out a moan and started shooting ropes of seaman right over my back.

Next thing I new my own cock started erupting like a geyser beneath me and my seed mixed in with the fertile soil.

I collapsed on the ground with one thought in my mind:

"Fuck Steve. He can have all the pussy he wants. I've found better."

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