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Chapter 8 The College Years - The Bareback Sex Stories

Golden Boy

I went home that night with hundreds of dollars in my pocket. Not only was I whore now; I was a well-paid one at that.

As I approached my dormitory I could still smell the sweat and cum from my client all over my body. I knew I had to shower as soon as I got in the door.

I slowly eased open the door to my room - only to find my roommate on his bed, quickly covering himself. It was obvious he had just been jerking off. I hate to admit it - because he had been such a dick to me - but it was somehow exciting.

I walked over to my side of the room and started taking off my clothes - while checking out my roommate out of the corner of my eye. God, he is so fine. All those muscles and so fucking butch. My dick was twitching as my clothes started to hit the floor.

While I moved my naked body towards the shower, Steve, suddenly pulled the covers back away from his now naked crotch.

God, he was so fucking hard. My mouth watered and my own cock started pointing towards the ceiling. This was so wrong. I was hard in front of my straight roommate while covered with my client's sperm.

It felt so good and slutty and wrong.

Before I could make it to the shower, Steve grabbed my arm and pulled me over to him.

"Bitch, where the fuck you been?" he asked while pushing me to the ground.

"Away from you and your slut girlfriend," I mumbled.

Steve grabbed my hair and pushed my face into his crotch. God, that musky smell always makes me forget about right and wrong and just forces me into a place where my body responds before my mind and stop it.

I licked the head of his piss slit and started rubbing my hands up and down his taut thighs. His strong hands started to move my head up and down his dick while my young lips tried to suck as hard as I could.

I could feel my own hard cock brush my stomach as I submitted to his manly aggression and got an electric sexual shock whenever it came in contact with my body.

Steve's girlfriend was so lucky. He knew how to be a man in bed. He was so much younger than most of my lovers, but somehow instinctively knew what he had to do to make us want to worship his hot male body.

His dick got wetter and wetter the more I explored its taste and texture. His first little bits of precum felt so good as they hit my tongue. Soon he pulled me up and started kissing my neck and roughly threw me down onto his bed.

The raging hard cock glistened with my saliva as he slowly aimed his bare skin towards my waiting hole.

I spread my legs as far apart as I could and felt the initial beautiful brutality of his penetration. This was always the moment when I felt the most alive. I was giving into the pain of a rough cock in order to feel the most beautiful pleasure known to man. This was why I was born.

His thrusts started out slow but were soon getting harder and faster. I closed my eyes and saw stars as I gave into the pleasure of being taken.

Why does the world think this is so wrong - a man fucking another man? God it is so right. How could a woman ever give me the pleasure of opening up my ass to a strong brutal man?

For the first time ever, Steve leaned in to kiss me. His sweat was now mixing with the dried cum on my stomach and chest. His tongue explored my mouth as I felt his seed erupt into my unprotected ass.

God I wish that his seed could give me a gift that could make this moment last forever!

Minutes later Steve rolled over and went to sleep. I watched him drift off and studied his hard body for several minutes before I went into the shower, cleaned myself off and made my way to my own bed.

I felt so satisfied!

When I woke up the next morning I felt so happy to be alive. A new page in my life had turned. I was happy to be a whore. Happy to have money, get laid and pay my tuition.

Still the taste of Steve's kisses kept flowing through my mind. While I loved my sexual freedom, part of me yearned to be in love. I knew that Steve was the wrong person to focus my emotions on - but I still knew that soon I would have to give my heart to a man who would also take my ass.

I walked over to Mr. Tracknester's office so I could give him his cut of my fucking fee. All told we split $900 - which meant I had $450 - simply for bending over and doing what my body demanded it had been built for.

Mr. Tracknester was very happy with me and said that the client was so impressed he wanted to see me again that night.

I don't know what made me hotter, the thought of servicing this older man again, or the feel of crisp bills in my fat wallet.
I knew I wanted to impress this man - and was well aware that over the course of the semester I had let my wardrobe grow stale. My fall clothes were simply the wrong colors for seduction in this now winter white landscape.

Next stop - Abercrombie and Fitch!

That night I felt beautiful in my tight new clothes. I'd worked out for a while during the afternoon and could feel my muscles pressing seductively against the tight clean fabrics.

As usual my cock was straining against my pants as I mentally prepared myself for sex. The walk to the hotel seemed to take hours. I was worried that the pre-cum would soon start to stain and be obvious near my zipper.

This time, even though I was a little bit early, I decided not to wait downstairs, but instead practically ran to the elevator so I could get alone with his mature body as quickly as possible.

Within seconds of knocking he opened the door - wrapped in one of the plush white bathrobes the hotel was famous for.

I ran into his arms and gave him a deep kiss and let him grab my ass and pull me close.

"Take off your clothes," he demanded as soon as our lips parted. "Get in the bathtub."

At first I was confused - and slightly worried that perhaps I smelled bad. But he was paying for my time so I knew I was here for his pleasure and not to satisfy my own self esteem.

I took off my clothes slowly in order to give him a tantalizing strip show. Once I was in the tub, my client walked over to me and dropped his robe.

That's when he took his cock into his hand. I thought he was going to feed it into my mouth - but my client had other plans.

Instead a clear fluid started to flow from the head of his dick onto my chest.

My client was pissing on me. I started to blush. I felt embarrassed. This seemed so intimate.

But then I realized I was still hard. The warm fluid felt nice as it cascaded over my clean body.

It didn't seem dirty. It didn't smell. Instead it just seemed like wonderful stream that was drawing us together.

Once the client was done, I put my hand to my chest and started to rub the urine around my body. He then turned on the shower, grabbed a bottle of bath soap and started to slowly wash every inch of my young body.

God, my cock was aching by this point. The client was now, thankfully, beautifully erect.

While he washed me I kept moving my hands to his dick and playfully teased it. Soon we were both moaning in a haze of sexual pleasure and desire.

The client soon carried me over to the bed. His arms were so strong. I even found myself attracted and comforted by his small beer belly.

He seemed like such a man that even his gold wedding ring did not really bother me. I had no idea what he did to his wife - but it could never be as intimate and sexually charged as the moments we were spending together.

Once on the bed, it became clear that he wanted me to take his cock in my mouth. I obliged with a hunger that ran from the tip of my skull to the end of my throbbing cock.

His skin felt so good as it penetrated my lips. God, dick tastes so good and balls smell so musky and masculine when the bounce against my chin.

Sucking this man - and knowing that soon he would pay tribute to me with hundred dollar bills was a rush that was so sweet I could barely stand it.

His dick pounded my mouth with a ferociousness that I had never encountered before. It was like he was trying force himself into my brain and posses me. I was worried that my lips would be bruised the next morning - but somehow I didn't care.

I held onto his ass for near life, relaxed my throat and just let him pound my mouth until he pulled out - his dick still hard and towering above me.

I stared at the red veins that circled his beautiful dick as he started speaking.

"Holy shit, what the fuck are you doing to me," he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I just can't get enough of you," he responded. "I'm obsessed. You are so perfect. So young, so hard, so beautiful."

My heart leaped in my chest.

"I think I may be falling in love with you," the client moaned as he started touching himself.

Now it was I who felt like he was falling. These were the words I had been dreaming about this morning while sitting in my room remembering Steve use my body.

I felt my own emotions begin to give in to the force of his animal attraction to me. I had never thought about love in connection with my escort job. I just wanted to make money and satisfy men.

But now the full force of man love had opened itself up to me. I knew that I could feel tender emotions - even as I was beautiful brutalized.

Rather than respond to his romantic declaration with words, I leaned back on the bed and opened my legs. I pointed them high towards the ceiling so that my asshole was open and vulnerable to whatever was about to come.

The client went to the bedside table and counted off 10 hundred dollar bills and started dropping them one by one onto my stomach and chest.

When each green bill hit my tan skin, my cock throbbed just a little bit more. Finally the 10th bill hit my body and I knew the moment of truth was at hand.

This mature man leaned over and kissed me as I felt his cock search for my pink opening.

I knew that I should ask the client to put on a rubber - but I also knew that to do so would break the emotional link that was growing between us.

That's why I let him enter me without a rubber. I wanted him to feel my warm skin. I needed to experience his pre-cum lubing up my ass.

We needed to be joined as one with our skin hitting our skin. I wanted to feel his cum exploded into my ass. I needed him to feel as hot as he was making me.

There was nothing romantic in the way we fucked. He was physically demanding, pounding me harder and hard with each second. I was reveling in being used and giving myself to the thrusts of his hard cock.

Our tongues were entwined and my hands cupped his beautiful ass. As the fucking continued the pain gave away into bursts of animal sensation.

The truth be told I have always loved the pain of my ass being invaded. There is no way to describe except to say that it is a "good pain."

His dick was a monster. I understood why some men describe it as a weapon. It was certainly slaying my soul while it invaded my body.

"I'll pull out," the client grunted.

"No," I moaned. "If you love me, love me."

"Oh my god," he practically screamed.

"Cum inside me," I replied. "Make me your bitch!"

With that he rolled me over onto my hands and knees and started fucking me from behind. As his thrusts became more intense he started spanking my ass.

My god this felt so right. The sting of his strong hands on my buttocks, turning them red simply fed my desire.

Suddenly, with no warning at all the client leaned over, started biting my neck and shot his load deep inside my hole.

My life was complete.

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