Chapter 4 - The College Years - The Bareback Sex Stories

Chapter 4 The College Years - The Bareback Sex Short Stories

The Frat And All That

Friday night after my adventures with Mr. Tracknester I slept like a baby. Luckily there were no bruises on my neck so no one was able to guess how well my body had been used and abused.

Saturday arrived and I woke up refreshed and excited. Tonight I would be going to my first frat party and visions of drunken jock boys were dancing through my head. I knew I had to look good and wanted to see and be seen.

It wasn't even so much about sex - though I wouldn't turn down hard jock cock if it was offered to me - I just wanted to be surrounded by men and get a rush off of a sea of testosterone.

I choose my outfit very carefully. Jeans that were just a little bit too tight. A sweater to show off chest and the most gorgeous black leather shoes I had ever seen - and they were on sale!

Steve, my roommate, was also going to the party and before we went out he rolled a colossal joint and as the smoke entered my lungs I felt like I was floating on air and filled with a hunger for food, touch, taste and life.

College rocks!

Of course the most important thing was that I no longer felt like a loner. Between Mr. Tracknester and park for cruising I knew that I could always find someone to hold me and make me feel lusted - if not quite loved.

Steven and I walked into the Greek house together and it was totally fabulous! Loud music, lights everywhere and three different bars. There was only one problem.

The place was full of girls - all made up to look as slutty as can be. I had to suppress my gag reflex as I thought of the smell of all that assembled tuna.

"Steve, isn't a frat just for guys? What's with all the hoes?"

"Dipshit - only guys live here. But they throw these parties to get the sisters drunk enough to fuck."

"Well, I don't think there is enough alcohol in the world..."

At that point we separated. I suspect that Steve was remembering our nights of passion and did not want me to bring it up in public. Fine, if he wants our cock rocking to be his dirty little secret, let him. I can still suck better than any of these bitches!

I think I was in a perpetual state of erection from the first moment I walked through the door. Scanning the crowd I tried to figure out who was approachable. I didn't want to get beaten up!

I was thinking about a scene in "The Rules of Attraction" by Brett Easton Ellis where a gay boy is talking to a hot guy at a party just like this one. The hot guy asks the boy if he wants to go get a case of beer. The gay boy mis-hears him over the music and thinks that he has been invited out on a date to buy "quesadillas!"

I did not want that to happen to me!

Moving around, sipping drinks I noticed a lot of cute boys. While I still regretted the unfortunate female presence I could at least see why all the sluts were practically throwing themselves on every bit of man meat at the soiree.

Hot stuff. I can't get enough!

Finally, I saw what I was looking for. He was tall. He had wavy dark hair and muscles upon muscles. Much more importantly he set my gaydar off the charts. His clothes were just a little too nice. His pants were just a little too tight. He was drinking a Cosmopolitan and his hair was just perfect!

I didn't think he was going to be eating any tuna tacos ce soir la!

Slowly, so as not to be noticed I inched my way over to what I hoped would be a nice serving of sausage and tossed salad.

"Hi. Come here often?"

"Hey," he said. "Yeah. I just pledged last year. You a freshman?"

"Yeah, but I'm 19," I said. "I took a year off after high school.

As we talked I was getting hot. He had blue eyes that contrasted so well with his dark features. I felt like diving in for a swim!

"Yo, Tim," a cold voice suddenly rang out. "Why the fuck are you talking to this faggot."

I turned around as the blood started to freeze in my veins. How did they know?

"Yeah I mean you, faggot," the brute said.

I started shaking and sweating. What was going on?

"Why don't you get out of our fucking house queerboy before you get hurt," he said to me as tears started to stream down my face.

I practically ran out of the house. How could this be happening to me? I had looked forward to this party all week! No one had guessed I was gay before - and now Tim would probably never talk to me again.

As soon as I got a safe distance from the house I collapsed on a bench and just started sobbing. Part of me wanted to simply curl up and die. Then, as if from heaven, I felt a strong arm wrap around me.

"Don't let that asshole get you down," I heard a voice say.

Looking up I was shocked to see Tim! What was he doing here?

"Look, calm down," Tim said. "Rhys is just an asshole. He's so fucking homophobic he probably hits the library glory hole twice a week."

The library glory hole? How did Tim know about that? Unless, could he really be gay.

"Yeah, I know what you're thinking, Tim said. "And yeah, I'm gay. But none of those assholes would ever guess. Because I play sports and talk about my "girlfriend" back home they assume I'm one of them."

This was music to my ears! I looked back up at his baby blues and started to lean forward - his lips so tantalizingly close to mine.

"Not here," Tim said, gently pushing me away. "Is your roommate still at the party? We could go back to your room."

Thinking back a few minutes in time I could remember Steve talking to this weird perfumed and painted chicken of the sea.

"He might not even be back tonight," I said.

"Good. Let's get going."

With those words I quickly led him back to my dorm. I could not wait to get into his arms!

Once inside we started kissing immediately. I wrapped my arms around Tim and pulled him close. We were just about the same height and our cocks rubbed against each other through our jeans.

As our tongues danced in each others mouths, Tim's hand reached down and grabbed my ass. Not to be outdone I moved my hands to clutch at his gorgeous cheeks in return.

After what seemed like hours of heavenly bliss we separated and just stared at each other. For some reason this was feeling different than any of my other encounters.

We both had the same idea at the same time and started to teasingly undress ourselves. Both of us were getting more and more excited as each new piece of flesh was exposed to our hungry eyes.

When we were fully naked I was hard as a rock - and so was Tim!

We walked back up to each other and started kissing again. This time however I was running my hand up and down his shaft while we made out and time was caressing my cock as well.

I could feel the pre-cum dripping out of Tim and I rubbed it up and down his hard cock. I was leaking as well and the feel of his strong hands on my hard dick was sending stars into my soul.

I broke away and started to get on my hands and knees but Tim stopped me.

"Not like that," Tim said. "Like this."

Tim lay down next to me on the floor with his cock by my head. I started to take it into my mouth when suddenly I felt something hard and wet on my own dick.

It took me a minute to figure out what was happening. While I was sucking Tim's cock - moving it in and out of my tight greedy lips - he was sucking me as well.

It felt so good and so right. I started feeling things I'd never felt before. For some reason in my mind I never thought about a guy sucking me. I always assumed that any guy I would want would be too manly to do that.

But with Tim it felt right and I started to fuck his face while his cock drilled in and out of my skull.

Suddenly it occurred to me. I realized why this felt so different. For the first time in my life instead of fucking I was making love!

Tim and I moved like a single two backed beast. Our cocks were so hard. He tasted so good. Slowly I pulled myself away from Tim's cock and pulled my dick out of his mouth.

I moved over to his face and started kissing him as hard as I could.

"I think I love you," I moaned into his sweaty throat.

"I think I love you too!"

"Then make love to me!"

I opened my legs for him while he kissed me and felt his cock getting closer and closer to my asshole.

I reached down with one hand and started to guide him inside my core.

"Are you sure this is what you want," Tim asked.

"More sure than I have ever been of anything," I responded

With that proclamation Tim started to slowly ease his cock into my tight hole. Unlike the other times I had been fucked there was no initial pain. Tim was entering me so slowly that my ass had time to open up and truly accept the hard gift that it was being offered.

With each thrust I opened up for him more. I kissed his strong hairy chest as he made love to me. I held his ass and pulled him deeper inside me with every thrust.

"Come inside me, "I moaned from the bottom of my throat.

"Let me get a rubber," Tim responded.

A rubber? How could he want a rubber? Didn't he know that I needed to feel his skin inside me. That I wanted his seed to burst into my bowels. That I did not want anything to come between us?

"No. Come inside me."

No other man I had ever been with had ever cared enough to want to protect me during our love making. In some ways this made me love Tim even more.

But my heart knew that it would break if he put a condom on and I could not feel every inch of his warm dick as he fucked me.

Tim started talking softly to me then. He told me that no other guy had ever let him fuck them bareback before.

I was the first man he ever truly fucked raw.

I asked him, as his thrusts got faster and faster, if he liked what he was doing to me.

"I've never felt anything like it," Tim moaned. "It feels so good."

"I know baby," I cooed. "Keep fucking me with your hard cock."

God, I was getting the pounding of my life. The sexiest part about it was the Tim clearly did not know how good he was in bed. By this time we were laying side by side and kissing.

With each thrust I was brought up to heaven. I found myself thrusting back at him - matching each of his strokes with my own. I was bringing him deeper and deeper into my body.

Suddenly Tim started moaning louder and his thrusts became stronger.

"Yeah baby," I whispered in his ear. "Come for Michael. Shoot your load up my ass. Spray me. I want to feel you come inside me. I want you to come. Come for me baby. Come for me."

That's when I felt those three quick thrusts that always let me know when a man is about to come. Next I felt his warm wetness spreading through my ass.

My own dick started suddenly erupting. I was spraying onto his chest like a volcano.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I screamed. "Harder! Harder"

Tim locked his lips onto mine and our tongues danced against each others as we both came at the same time.

I was in ecstasy.

I was shooting my load into the air.

I was in love.

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