Chapter 8 - The College Years - The Bareback Sex Stories

Chapter 8 The College Years - The Bareback Sex Short Stories

Boys Just Want To Have Fun

Heaven is a place where something always happens. That is what I was about to learn in the next phase of my sexual self-discovery.

Little did I know as I left my new older boyfriend's house that night the delights that would soon be in store for my young male body. But, I guess that's what college is all about. Some of the most important things in life are not learned in the classroom - they are discovered in the bedroom.

With all of my sexual adventures there was one part of my social life that was severely lacking. Yes, I was learning how to take cock in my mouth and let a strong man fuck my tight hole. It's true that I knew how to find hot sex in the local park and the library glory hole. I even knew how to get paid hundreds of dollars to let me use my body.

But it wasn't enough. I didn't have any real social life. I felt the stirrings of love for my older boyfriend - but how could I know if that was real if I never experimented with people my own age.

These were the thoughts that continued to blaze through my mind as I stroked myself in the shower that morning - letting my hand caress my long shaft until I shot ropes of cum over the shower door.

Soon I was going to find out what it was like to be a gay college boy. I did not know it yet, but there was a whole new sexual world out there waiting to be discovered.

I guess that as my adventures continued my sexual orientation was becoming somewhat more obvious. Perhaps it was the way I walked. Perhaps it was just a vibe that I was putting out. Whatever it was I was soon to realize that I was making it onto the "gaydar" of the local queer population.

That night in the cafeteria I sat down alone at a table like usual and was quite surprised when I saw a guy walk over and sit down next to me. At least, I thought it was a guy at first.

It was only upon closer inspection that I realized it was actually a very masculine girl!

"Hi, you're Michael, right," she asked. "I'm Jenny."

"Um, yeah," I replied. "Aren't you in Mr. Tracknester's class?"

She admitted she was and my stomach lurched. I hoped to god she was not interested in me in that way!

I should not have worried. Rather than make me embarrassed, Jenny had my best interest at heart.

"You are gay, right," she asked.

I'm sure she saw my embarrassment and she quickly, stopped my lame attempts at spitting out an answer.

"It's cool," she said. "I am too! My friends and I had kinda noticed you and thought you might want to sit at our table."

With that she sat up and walked over to a large table filled with several girls - and about eight very, very hot studs. I followed her like a puppy finally finding a new home.

It turns out that the boys and girls at the table were all gay and lesbian and part of the local Queer Alliance on campus. Apparently they had noticed me but had been unsure if I was gay or not.

"Then we noticed you going into Mr. Tracknester's office," one cute boy said. "And we know what that is all about."

I guess I was not the only young man to succumb to the hard dick and tight body of my professor.

I felt my dick start to swell as I looked at the hotties that were suddenly becoming my new friends. It felt very sexy and liberating to be the center of attention of these gay boys.

The dykes were nice as well - but obviously my mind was not really that focused on people with pussies and tits - even if they were part of the queer community that I was suddenly about to embrace.

We talked all through lunch and I learned a good deal. I had never before realized that the "rainbow" patches on certain people's clothes meant that they were gay or at least gay friendly.

"It's how you can tell a guy might be willing to play," said Josh - one of the more attractive members of the group.

When lunch was over we split up but Josh asked me where I was going. I told him I was bored and he asked if I wanted to come back and see his dorm room.

"It's pretty cool," Josh said. "I'm a junior so I have a single. And I've got some pretty good pot - if you like to party."

While I'd never done drugs that much before the idea of getting high with Josh in his dorm room certainly had some appeal - or at least that it was my throbbing cock was telling me!

His dorm was on the other side of campus - and much, much nicer than the freshman housing I was used to.

His room was very nice as well. Soon we were sitting on his bed while he rolled a joint. I loved the way the smell of the burning herb mixed with the scent of his soap and cologne.

It was obvious that he was trying to feel me out and eventually he asked me if I was "experienced."

Of course I'd been acting like a total slut this semester - but I did not think I wanted him to know that so I told him that I had been "experimenting and fantasizing," but I knew there was more to learn.

"Maybe you need a guy to show you the ropes," Josh said. "Someone to school you."

My heart started to race a little bit and I could feel my cock get harder. There was no way to misread his signals. Josh was trying to get in my pants. I knew I had to play this right.

"I just get nervous," I said. "Sometimes I see a boy and I feel like kissing him, but then I get too shy."

"Don't be shy," Josh said, as he leaned over and his soft lips touched mine. He held my head in his hands and looked me straight in the eye. It felt so intimate and special.

Our tongues danced and undid my shirt and started caressing my chest. Not in an overtly sexual way - but in a way that made me feel like he really wanted to make me feel unthreatened while he got to know my body.

The entire time his eyes never left mine and for some reason that made me feel both closer to him and hotter all at the same time.

Soon we both had our shirts off and our legs were intertwined. I could feel his jean clad cock rub against my dick where it was hidden in my khakis.

"We don't have to tell anyone", Josh said. "This can be our secret. I can teach you how you like to be touched. And I can show you how to make a boy happy."

"I don't want to be slutty," I said as our crotches humped against each other.

"You won't be," Josh said. "There are lots of ways to make a boy happy without making him think you are a slut. We can keep our underwear on if that makes you feel more comfortable."

Those were the last words I wanted to hear, but they also made me feel cherished. Like something special was happening.

"Show me how to make a boy happy," I said. "Teach me how I should be touched."

"I want to talk about boys with you," Josh said. "So that you can learn what you need to learn. You have no idea how much you can hurt a man if you send him the wrong signals and don't make him happy. I remember once I had wasted two weeks on a boy before he told me he was not attracted to me. I almost lost the chance at the best relationship of my life over him."

With that I knew I had to make Josh happy. I pulled my legs away from his and slowly lowered the zipper on his jeans. Then I took his face in my hands and gave him a deep slow kiss.

His pants hit the floor and I could feel his now freed cock. I had never had a boy look at me this closely or make me feel this intimate and special before.

I moved my face between his legs and looked up at him.

"Can I kiss it," I softly asked.

"Only if you are ready," Josh responded.

"With you I was born ready," I replied as my lips brushed against the tip of his swollen dick.

I wanted to truly worship his cock by sucking hard and fast all around his crotch. But I also knew I had to tread carefully so that he would not guess how experienced I really was.

So I gently moved my mouth over the tip of his dick and slowly, tentatively started moving my hands up and down the shaft of his rock hard dick.

His hands were suddenly in my hair - but they were nor forcing me to do anything. It was just his way of touching me and letting me know that we were achieving intimacy. The strong hands made me feel so safe as they played with my hair and let me know I was pleasing him.

Whatever guy had led him on must have been a complete idiot for turning down the chance to steal him from his other lover.

My hands played with his dick and his ass and when I realized that Josh was getting more and more excited I started to move my mouth faster before taking a small break to look into his eyes.

"Is this how I should please a boy," I asked in my shyest voice possible.

Josh responded by pulling me up to him and saying "Let me kiss you and play with your nipples again.

We kissed some more and my hands tweaked and brushed his nipples matching exactly what he was doing to me. Somewhere along the way my khakis and underwear hit the floor and our groins were humping against each other.

"Feel the pleasure," Josh said. "No body needs to know. There is nothing to be scared of. This will be our secret."

Our bodies moved in time. It's funny. But a strange fantasy came into my mind unbidden. What if I could call up my older lover while we were playing and let him hear what another boy was doing to me?

I did not know where that fantasy came from. Would my older lover be appalled? Would he be turned on? Would he worry that he could lose me to this boy? Would that make him excited and want me more?

Soon our hands were moving away from our nipples and I started to lightly stroke his cock between us. Within seconds Josh was returning the favour. It felt nice. Part of me thought that it would be hot to be able to tell my other lover what Josh did to please me.

Josh really had the hottest body I had ever been with. He was older than me and while he had an "American" name, it was clear that there was at least a little bit of Puerto Rican or Hispanic blood in him. I could imagine him years from now with sexy salt and pepper hair.

"Come with me," Josh said standing up and taking a bit of a breather. He walked into the bathroom and I felt compelled to follow him. My dick was so hard. I did not know it was possible to get an erection this hard.

When we got to the bathroom, Josh turned me around and pushed me so that I was leaning over the sink with my ass in the air.

"Josh, no," I said. "Not wanting him to know how sexy he made me feel.

Then Josh looked into the mirror so that our eyes were locked on each other even though he was behind me.

Without lube or a condom Josh suddenly sank his dick deep into my ass. It was a feeling like no other. It was so intense - mostly because I could tell that Josh was really, really into it.

"This is the only way to have anal sex," I thought. "When a man is really into doing it like this."

I stared deeply into his eyes and through caution to the wind. I started fucking him back. In a way my body was choosing him - even though it was betraying my older lover.

The thing is I realized that I might have happiness right in front of me - and if it meant hurting my older lover I might have to make that choice. Part of me knew that if I asked them my new friends would tell me to give myself to Josh and forget that middle aged man.

His cock started moving faster and faster inside my hole and I could feel his strong arms around my waist holding me up so that I would not fall and hurt myself.

His muscles and his dark skin looked so beautiful as he violated me. Part of me wanted to tell him to pull out - yet there was a stronger will that wanted to beg him to come inside me.

Would that be safe? The truth be told I didn't care. And part of me felt that when he did come inside me it would bind us together in a beautiful sexual way.

Josh bent over and kissed me deeply.

"Come inside me baby," I moaned as soon as he broke the kiss.

With that I felt his back arch behind me and felt his dick pulse.

As soon as I realized Josh was cumming my own orgasm began. It was a betrayal to my other lover but I was willing to give up everything to stay with him. It would be perfect.

The entire situation made me nervous and giddy and so into Josh as ropes of cum shot out of my dick.

Soon we were cuddling on Josh's bed, my cock lightly humping against his leg. We talked some more and later Josh invited to go to a gay bar for the first time.

I agreed to go - but that is a story for another day.

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