Chapter 2 - The College Years - The Bareback Sex Stories

Chapter 2 The College Years - The Bareback Sex Short Stories

The Better you Look, the More You See

I woke up the next morning with my head pounding. I was alone in my roommate's bed with the worst hangover of my life. My mouth was dry, my stomach burned and my ass was raw.

Where was Steve? Did he really take my virginity the night before or was it just a dream? This is not how I expected my first day of college to go. Was Stacy telling everyone on campus that I was a fag? Steve seemed so straight. He has a girlfriend! Why did he fuck me! I thought my secret was safe here! How would I be able to face my first week at school?

Then I heard the door open. There he was - my jock roommate - obviously just back from the shower. His entire body wet and glistening with a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist hugging his tight abs and taut thighs.

I quickly closed my eyes pretending to sleep because I did not know if I could face him. Then I felt Steve and his Adonis body standing above me.

"Good morning. We need to talk," he said.

"Um, OK."

"Actually what I mean is that I need to talk and you need to listen bitch!"

In spite of myself my cock started to grow hard as I heard the insistence in his voice. I rolled over to try to hide it. I did not want to let him know that in my heart I burned to be his victim.

"Look at me when I talk to you, you bitch!"

Whap! I suddenly felt something hit my face. Opening my eyes I realized that he had hit me with his beautiful hard cock.

"That's better!" he said battering my face with his cock again.

The smell was overwhelming. A mixture of soap, water and man. My mouth started to water and my dick started to pulse in anticipation. My heart was a jackhammer in my chest. I started to sweat and my head started involuntarily moving towards his damp hardness.

"Last night did not fucking happen bitch," Steve said very calmly. "If I ever hear you talk about it to anyone I will kill you. Do you believe me bitch!"

"Yes, sir," I mumbled as he slapped my cheek again with his cock - hurting me while getting it so close to my lips yet denying me the salty treat I craved.

"I'm not a fucking faggot," Steve said. "But I can tell you are just a little bitch. So don't be hurting my rep. You are my bitch when I need to get off. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir!"

"Then get up and put these on, " Steve said while handing me a pair of pink lace panties.

Humiliated I stood up, trying to put my hands in front of my dick to hide my shame as I pulled up the panties and started to feel my mind go blank in obedience to my new master.

"Look bitch, when you are wearing those panties, you are not a man, you are just a fucking bitch," Steve said. "Because I don't fuck men. I'm not a fucking fag. I just fuck bitches."

"Yes."

"Now get on your fucking knees bitch and suck me,"

My cock was practically bursting out of my panties. My head was filled with excitement. It felt so right to be put in my place by a real man. I dropped to my knees - suddenly knowing that is exactly where I deserved to me.

Steve walked up to me and finally I eased his glorious seven inch cock into my mouth. It was the most wonderful taste I had ever devoured. It felt so perfect. The skin so soft yet his dick so hard - all because of me!

With one hand I grasped the shaft as I moved my lips up and down. Steve grabbed the back of my head and it actually hit the back of my throat. I fought my gag reflex - all that mattered was serving Steve and giving him everything he needed.

"Yeah Denise, you suck good cock."

God! He called me his girlfriend's name! I was just as good as a girl. I felt so flattered and got even more turned on as I felt the lace of the panties on my ass and started tasting the first bits of wonderful precum drip onto my lips.

I had never felt this complete. One of my hands reached down between my legs to touch my cock which was ready to explode. I had never felt a more perfect moment in my life!

"Oh yeah, Denise, suck it baby. Yeah, I'm going to give you my load. Do you want my load do you love my cock?"

"Yes, Steve, I love your cock," I said, trying to make my voice sound feminine.

His dick started to pulse in my mouth - three quick jerks and I knew that that moment of truth had arrived - I had been able to satisfy my man!
"God, I'm coming," Steve moaned as wave after wave of his wonderful load started spraying down my throat and dripping out of the corner of my lips.

Steve abruptly pulled out of my mouth, turned around and without a word started getting dressed. I sat there on the floor in my panties with my aching hard-on. I desperately wanted to jerk off - but did not want to embarrass myself by doing it in front of Steve - my secret boyfriend! It was so romantic!

The second Steve was out the door I buried my face in his towel and smelled his manly scent as my hands worked my cock to an explosive orgasm! I think that is the moment I started falling in love.

My head was in the clouds and my heart was aflutter when I left the room that day and started exploring my new school.

Everything seemed so beautiful! My GAP T-shirt and tight Levis seemed to fit more perfectly than ever before. Even more amazing I started noticing that there were other people like me. For the first time ever I was able to tell that other men around me were gay - without feeling shy!

I guess it's true - the better you look the more you see.

I was riding a sexual and emotional high. My throat was sore and my ass still hurt - but it all just seemed right. The day was warm and there were dozens of hot men in tight shirts or topless running around and playing.

Most of them seemed to be with girls and I shuddered at the memory of what Stacy has tasted like the night before. Why do these guys eat seafood where there are tons of juicy steaks around? It boggles the mind!

My first class was a blur. The teacher was very sexy and I amused myself with dirty thoughts of him and Steve. I wish I had had the courage to wear Denise's panties under my jeans!

In the late afternoon I went to dinner in the commons and ate by myself. A girl from one of my classes offered me a seat at her table but she gave me a predatory glance first so I stayed away.

Stacy had taught me last night that girls are gross and just want one thing. I was not about to be used by another female.

While crunching my salad my head was spinning with fantasies of the delights that awaited me in my dorm room that night and I playful thought about squeezing Steve's tight little buns!

With a spring in my step I practically ran back to my dorm room - my cock already starting to get hard as I walked up the stairs.

Then I opened the door and there was Denise - sitting on Steve's bed talking with him. What the fuck is that bitch doing here? Shouldn't she be out shopping or something?

"Hi Michael," Denise cooed. "I hear you had a little problem with your equipment last night."

Fuck. Stacy told her I couldn't get it up.

"Yeah, well I had a lot to drink."

"Poor baby," Denise said. "That never seems to bother Steve. Does it honey?"

"Little Steve always gets the job done, babe," Steve said leaning over to kiss her.

"God I love you," Steve said to Denise as he broke the kiss and staring into her eyes.

Barf-o-rama!

The rest of the night was torture. I tried to study while Steve and Denise made goo-goo eyes at each other and giggled. It was so gross! Didn't Steve know that I loved him more than Denise ever could?

Finally, just to avoid the situation I pretended to be asleep. At least that gave me an excuse to close my eyes and not have to look at the horror that was unfolding just feet away from me.

My night was about to get much, much worse.

About an hour after I started pretending to doze Steve turned out the light and I started to hear wet sucking sounds - they were making out in Steve's bed! In that beautiful bed where I had spend the night before in sexual bliss.

Opening my eyes I could just make out Steve on top of Denise pulling off her shirt. Laying back on the bed, I took off my own shirt and imagined that I was the bitch under his strong body.

"Oh yeah," Denise moaned as Steve started to suck her tits. I wet one of my fingers and started rubbing it around my own nipples - my cock getting hard as I imagined Steve kissing me there.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Steve take off his pants and once again saw the most beautiful cock in the world.

"God, yeah", Steve said as Denise started making it wet with her mouth. I put one of my own fingers in my mouth and started sucking it - basking in the memory of Steve's cock down my throat that morning.

There was the sound then of clothes hitting the floor and I realized that Denise had taken off her jeans and panties and lay on the bed.

"Do you have any," Denise asked Steve.

"Fuck that. I need to feel your cunt."

"No. I want to be safe!"

"Fuck that," Steve said grabbing her arms and holding them above her head. "You are going to take it bare and you are going to fucking like it."

Did Denise have any idea how lucky she was to have Steve force her to take his bare cock? I thought that I would do anything to be in her place. I started rubbing a finger along my asshole in breathless anticipation of what was about to happen.

"Oh god yeah," Steve said as he roughly thrust his cock into Denise. With equal force I shoved my finger into my unlubed hole. I had to stifle a groan as my rock hard cock started to twitch and beg for attention.

"Slap" I heard as Steve used his free hand to put Denise in her place.

Steve started to pick up the pace and I started shoving my finger into my ass faster and faster. I used my other hand to start pumping my cock.

Denise seemed to be sobbing and Steve plowed into her again and again.

"This is what you deserve slut," he said to her before he started biting her nipples.

Then the unexpected happened. Steve turned his head to face me and caught me playing with my ass and jerking my cock!

Instead of calling me on it though, Steve kept on fucking Stacy while looking me straight in the eye. He gave me a wink and suddenly I knew! He really wished it was me underneath him.

He just wanted to keep our relationship secret so it would be more romantic! He is suck a god.

As we stared at each other I kept jerking my cock in perfect rhythm to his fucking of my stand in.

Steve licked his lips. I blew him a kiss in return.

"Please stop," Denise said.

With a grunt Steve came hard inside Denise.

"You fucking bastard," she screamed as soon as he pulled out. She slapped him hard and ran out of the room with her clothes in her hands.

What a bitch!

The second she was out the door Steve walked up to my bed - the panties once again in his hand.

No words were exchanged as I obediently slipped them over my ass - grateful that I was once again back where I belonged.M/

"Clean me up bitch," Steve said.

Like the good lover I am I sunk to my knees and greedily licked his cum off his dick and his stomach. Even with the lingering taste of Denise on his body it still tasted thick and sweet.

As I licked his cock started to spring back to life.

"I'll never make you wear a rubber," I said, laying down on the floor with my legs spread.

Steve leaned forward kissed me and mounted my ass.

As he started to rock inside me I felt my orgasm build. We kissed more deeply and exploded in a mutual orgasm.

For the second night in a row I fell asleep with his seed dripping out of my ass.

I was a happy boy.

 

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