Chapter 5 - The College Years - The Bareback Sex Stories

Chapter 5 The College Years - The Bareback Sex Short Stories

Prince Of Tides

Love and lust are both four-letter words, but they mean different things.

My night before with Tim had been pure magic. Like something out of one of those romance novels my mom used to read. Still, one star filled night does not a relationship make. In the light of the new day I knew that I could not hang my hopes and dreams on one man after a single evening.

Hell, I was a college freshman. What had changed in me was the knowledge that I could respond all across the sexual spectrum.

I could glory in anonymous fucks in the park and ache to be used by older men. I would revel in being treated like a slave by Mr. Tracknester.

Better still I could feel real love with a man like I did with Tim.

I was complete gay man with needs and desires both physical and emotional. I knew the difference between aching to be fucked and yearning to be loved.

Now was the time to get some action. I had no classes - so this Sunday could be my fun day!

As I showered I let my hand drift down to my cock. Using the soapy water as a lubricant I stroked myself thinking of Tim's large cock and how it filled my ass the night before.

I also thought of his tight lips making a vacuum around my shaft and drawing my seed into his pink lips.

My hand started to move more quickly up and down my cock. I gripped myself hard and let the hot water hit my balls. One of my fingers started to ease itself into my asshole which opened for it the way it had for Tim's fat cock.

My finger felt so good in my ass and I loved the way my cock felt in my soapy hand. Soon jets of hot come were spurting out of my dick as I gave into my first orgasm of the day.

I spotted a little glob of my come on the shower wall. Feeling naughty I dipped my finger in it and placed it tenderly on my lips.

Man juice - even my own - had a flavor that made me slightly high. Yummy. Deep down inside I knew that I had Tim to thank for the glorious feelings that were coursing though my body this morning.

I suspected that my first orgasm of the day was not to be my last.

Still I was worried about Tim.

If his frat brothers ever found out that he sucks the pole rather than stuffs the hole he could get in trouble. Yet, Tim was a real man. I felt sure he could handle himself.

For now I was horny and knew that to approach him at the fraternity would be a big mistake. So, if I could not have access to my love - I figured I'd try to find a way to satisfy my lust.

I went through my dresser and picked out the tightest pair of pants I could find and a hot T-shirt that I knew would show off my pecs to the max. I felt sexy and knew that I was a man with a plan.

I left the dorm and started wandering through the campus, scoping out boys from the corner of my eye - so that I could feel my cock pulse while looking at the seat of their jeans without having them know about my dirty desires.

Soon enough I grew bored of checking out straight boy eye candy. So many of these silly little breeders, I noticed, had tuna hanging on their arms. You could practically breathe in the dirty smell of estrogen on all of the bitches.

With nothing better to do I stopped off at the cafeteria for an apple and then sauntered over the library so see if there were any better prospects to be found.

Not surprisingly, the library was mostly empty. Many of my fellow students it seems had spent the night before drinking heavily and were not exactly in the mood to study.

I went wandering through the stacks hoping to find something to help me with my term papers - or at least something to read until someone interesting might show up.

I didn't have to wait long.

As I kept walking through the aisles, I suddenly noticed a familiar face. Sitting at one of the desks in the back was my professor and one time lover Mr. Tracknester! My cock immediately pulsed in anticipation!

He looked so hot in a camel hair jacket and tight faded jeans. His shirt looked well worn but was clearly very high quality. He looked so mature - such a fine older male specimen.

I eased my way over to him. Could I approach him directly?

He was so dominant when I was in his office. I did not want to seem too forward. Plus, while the library was mostly deserted I knew we had to be a little careful. I'm sure he did not want anyone to know that he liked to fuck his students raw.

What's a boy to do?

That's when it happened. Someone had left a book on the ground and I tripped over it.

Thunk.

I hit the ground. Mr. Tracknester looked up. He did not seem amused. As I got myself put together and stood up, my teacher closed his book and walked away.

Shit.

Trying to keep myself from stumbling further I moved over to wear he had been sitting. His book was still on the desk and I opened it up - hoping to get a glimpse of whatever had made him interested enough to be here on a Sunday morning.

Inside was a note:

"Men's room. Downstairs. Soon, bitch."

OMG! This was like the culmination of all my recent fantasies! One of my first sexual experiences in college had been in that bathroom!

My hottest sexual experience so far had been with Mr. Tracknester! Other than my roommate - who is a total dick - I had never been with a man twice before! This was all coming together so quickly!

My cock was seriously tenting up in my pants and my heart was beating a mile a minute as I headed down the stairs to the bathroom. Was I too late? Would he have given up on me?

When I got inside it looked as though the lavatory was deserted. Yet, one of the stalls - the one that had the glory hole - was closed. I knew Mr. Tracknester must be inside.

As I entered the stall next door I started to unzip my pants. It felt good to let me hard cock suddenly spring free. The blood was coursing though the veins of my shaft. I looked towards the hole and saw Mr. Tracknester's cock easing towards the hole.

This was so dirty! This was so hot! This was so right!

His cock was just as beautiful as I remembered. It was so long and hard and pink. There was a little freckle by his piss slit that I had not noticed before. I knew that I would know that cock anywhere.

I moved over and touched it with my hand. I jerked the skin back and forth, gripping it has hard as I could. After a few strokes he pulled his cock out of the hole.

I knew it was my turn and for the first time ever slipped my cock through the glory hole. I soon felt the exquisite feeling or Mr. Tracknester's lips engulfing my cock. I felt the warm wetness of his lips moving up and down my cock.

My heart was beating so fast. Earlier in the week I had been his slave.

Today he was servicing my dick like a pro. As he kept sucking my cock I moved one of my fingers back to my ass. I started finger fucking my man cunt while feeling his expert ministrations up and down my cock.

This was not love. This was pure lust. I knew he did not care about me - except as a boy toy to play with. That was fine with me. I liked feeling like a slut. I liked being his whore.

That's when he stopped sucking me. I felt the cool air across my bare cock. I heard the door to his stall opening.

Fuck! What was going on here! I had been so close to blowing my load! Then, there was a knock on the door of my stall. I opened it slowly and let Mr. Tracknester come inside the stall with me.

Once inside Mr. Tracknester dropped his pants again and sat down on the toilet. His cock was standing straight up in the air.

He motioned me over to him. I realized what he wanted and what I needed.

Still, I was nervous. I had never been on top before. Could I find the rhythm to ride my man to orgasm? There was only one way to find out.

I walked up to my master and without a word straddled his long hard body. I took his cock into my hand and guided it two my opening.

As slowly as I could, I let myself down, easing his dick into my ass. I felt my hole gently open for him as each inch of his man meat probed further and further.

After an eternity I felt his hair balls touch the back of my ass. I had him completely inside me. I felt so full, so complete.

I just sat there for a minute. Then we started kissing and I felt his warm tongue - that had just been on my dick, swirling inside my mouth.

I wanted to groan out in pleasure - yet I knew we had to be silent lest someone catch us expressing our man lust.

As we kissed his body started to react and he started to thrust his hips upwards to move in and out of my body.

Realizing that I was on top and had to match his rhythm to avoid being thrown off I started to buck my hips as well.

I was riding Mr. Tracknester. I was helping him thrust his bare cock in and out of my body.

I could smell his sweet sweat. I could fell my ass trying to suck his dick deeper and deeper inside myself with every brutal thrust.

The more we fucked the faster I started moving on top of him. The faster I moved the more he wrapped his strong arms around my weak body.

This was so different from being with Tim. There was no love here at all. I shuddered in pure physical pleasure!

There was no way to keep this up forever unfortunately. As the fucking got faster and harder I could tell by the way Mr. Tracknester was tensing up that he was going to finish soon.

As he was about to reach his peak, I stopped kissing him and started whispering into his ear.

"Come inside me, master. Come inside me."

"I want to knock you up, bitch," he responded.

"Yes, fuck me, shoot your load. Knock me up. Breed me."

"I'm coming," he moaned as I felt the first jets of his seed blow into my hole.

I tried to tense my ass up to pull in every drop of his hot warm come. Then as I felt the last jets of his load I my own orgasm started to wash over me.

My dick, which had not been touched in ages, started shooting jets of seaman all over his chest. I kissed him as hard as I could and felt his fingernails digging into my back.

Finally as his cock slipped out of my hole, I slid off his body and collapsed to the floor of the stall completely spent.

I was where I wanted to be - on my hands and knees at the feet of a man with his seed dripping out of my whole.

I suspected my professor had not given me his last lesson.

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