College is for Fucking

Tuesday was taco day in the cafeteria. I thought it was rather trite, and I demonstrated my contempt by ordering a cheeseburger. I had to be careful; the food wasn’t the healthiest, and with unlimited seconds, I could easily put on weight. I was 160 pounds and rather muscular. I hadn’t earned the muscles; they were genetic. I didn’t want to spend time in the gym, so I was usually very careful when it came to mealtime.

Tuesday was also my day with two classes. They were finished before lunch, so I used the afternoon to make sure all my homework was caught up. I was in my dorm room writing a report when there was a knock at the door. One of the lucky few who had a single room, although it was half the size of the dorm rooms that are shared with another, I tried to decide whether I wanted to share my space with an afternoon visitor.

The knocking was light but relentless, so I answered. Opening the door, I saw one of the baseball players for the university standing there. He flashed me a wide smile of perfectly white and straight teeth. “Adam?”

I knew right away what he wanted. “That’s right. Come on in.”

He walked in as though it were his room and stood in the center of the small space. He smiled again. “I’m Harve.”

“What are you looking for?” I asked, although I knew.

“I’m looking to get fucked. I hear you have a big one.”

Just as I thought. The football players always want to suck my dick, and baseball players want to get fucked. The basketball players are difficult to figure. “It ain’t so big, but I know how to work it. Did you bring rubbers and lube?”

His smile dropped. “Tom told me that I could give you a five so you can buy more.”

“Lucky for you, I’ve got both. Put your money next to the keyboard. Tell me, do you like it doggy or missionary?”

“I want to watch your face while you fuck me.”

“Then strip,” I told him. I reached into my cabinet and pulled out a condom and lube. “You gonna need a popper?”

“I don’t know,” he replied. “I’ve never done it before.”

I grabbed the bottle.

“I’ll do it slow then.” I removed my clothes, and I pulled a latex glove onto my right hand. I stroked my cock.

He smiled again and removed all his clothes. He pointed to the bed. “Do you want me here?”

“Yeah. Get on your back and pull your cheeks apart. Take a whiff of this.”

My dick was hard, so I put the condom on. I spread some lube on his ass and fingered his hole. Every time my finger went up his butt, he exclaimed ‘fuck.’

I was ready, so I pushed the head of my dick into his pussy. He sucked in air. I lubed the shaft of my cock, and I pushed the rest of the way in. I knew that I had told him that I would go slow, but I had lied. I pushed in and pulled out. I like watching my dick move in and out of his ass. He was breathing like a woman giving birth.

A few times he tried to put his hands on my hips to slow me down, but he wanted to get fucked, so fuck him I did. He was going to do it my way. At one point he tried to grab my head and pull it to his. Lots of guys do that. Even the ones who say they don’t want to kiss change their minds sometimes. I put my left hand on his throat and started fucking faster. His cock was rigid. The head had pushed out of the foreskin.

“Jerk me. Please, jerk me while you fuck me.” I leaned my face close to his. His tongue tried to lick me.

“Jerk yourself, faggot.” I began to pound him with more force. He grabbed his cock and gave a new meaning to choke the chicken. His grip was so tight and his movements so rapid that I was surprised he didn’t fracture that dick.

His body stiffened and spasmed and he spewed a small amount of liquid. I had held back long enough. I filled the condom. Sweat dripped from my forehead. I pulled out, pulled the condom off, tied it in a knot, and tossed it in the trash.

“Wow. That was better than I expected.”

“I’m glad you're happy. Now, get your clothes on and get out.”

“What? No snuggling?”

“That costs extra,” I joked.

“I’ll pay for it.” He smiled again.  

I bet that smile got him a lot of things, but it wouldn’t get me. “I’m kidding.” I slipped on my sweatpants and held the door open.

“Fuck, man, let me finish getting my clothes on.”

After my shower, I sat on my bed and read a few chapters for literature class. A good fuck with a nice looking guy followed by a hot shower was just what the doctor ordered. Unfortunately, one of the characters in the book slapped his kid, and as my eyes continued to stare at the book, my mind spiraled back to my seventh birthday.

12 years prior

I remembered thinking that this birthday would be different. The guy my mother was living with was nice to me. My mom called him Kogan, so I called him Kogan. He never complained as the other guys did. He never yelled; he never hit me. He asked me how things went at school. If my mom failed to come home, he made sure I had something to eat.

My expectations were raised for that birthday. I came home from school to find my mother drunk out of her skull. There was what looked like a cake on the floor in the kitchen. I went to my bedroom and cried myself to sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night, Kogan came into my room. I smelled alcohol. He shook me awake. I still remember what he said.

“Sorry kid. Your mom’s drunk and on the rag. You’re gonna have to help me out.” He bent me over the bed, spit on my ass, and pushed his weiner inside me. That’s what I called it then. It hurt so bad. He kept grunting. He came then rolled over and fell asleep.

I curled up on the floor and eventually fell asleep. I pretended nothing happened the next day. I soon found out he would use me anytime my mother was drunk. I prayed every night that he would die. When I was twelve, he was killed in a car crash. At his funeral, when no one was looking, I spit on him.

Present

I was going to college on a four-year scholarship. My younger years had toughened my resolve to change my life. I wasn’t going to be like my mother. I didn’t know my father. I don’t think my mother knew who he was. I wasn’t going to live in places filled with filth and bugs. My mother lived from boyfriend to boyfriend. While I discovered I liked boys when I was a teenager, I wasn’t going to live boyfriend to boyfriend either. I didn’t need a boyfriend. My main focus was on my studies. And there were plenty of holes to fuck. The guys at school knew I offered them no strings attached rigidity. Plus, I knew what I was doing, unlike the inexperienced tops they usually met.

On another Taco Tuesday, while I nibbled on a cheeseburger topped only with a tomato slice, I noticed a taller than average guy with high cheekbones and short blonde hair. His green eyes kept looking over at me. I wasn’t usually drawn to tall men, but he gave a flick of the eyebrows and a smirk that told me he wasn’t interested in a date but wanted to jump straight into the sack. I sensed that he was a top, and I wasn’t interested in having someone work my hole. But fuck, he was cute.

I finished eating and got up to leave. I’m not sure why, but instead of going to my room and looking back to see whether he was following, I walked over to his table. “My room or yours?” I asked.

“You don’t waste time, do you?” he asked.

I laughed. “You’re the one with the ‘let’s fuck’ look on your face.”

“Is that what it’s saying? I thought maybe it was saying that you’re cute and we should go out and get to know each other. You know, date, cuddle, fall in love, cuddle some more, get married, pick out curtains.”

“I thought guys picked out curtains before getting married,” I said. Where was he going with this?

“It’s not the order that matters.” He looked at me. He looked at me in a way that other guys didn’t. It was like he was trying to see what was inside me. I didn’t like it.

“So, do you want to go fuck, or what?”

“I’m sure going to bed with you would be a great experience,” he admitted.

“I didn’t say anything about going to bed,” I told him.

A look of concern came over him. “You’ve been hurt. My brain is telling me to stay clear of you.”

“What?”

“What was his name? The man who hurt you.”

“I’m not looking for therapy.” I turned and walked off. Fucking loser, trying to get into my head. My head started to throb. I started back to the dorm. I decided a hot shower and a nice slow jerk is what I needed before I started my evening study routine.

As I approached the building, I saw the kid from down the hall locking his bike to the rack. I’d caught him eyeing me a few times, but he wasn’t my type. Still, I walked up to him. “What’s up?”

He stood up, all five feet two of him. “Hi. Just a normally stressful day at the physics lab.” He chuckled a bit.

“Nothing a good orgasm could fix, huh?” What was I doing? I should wait for him to come to me. I was acting desperate.

“A good orgasm can cure many things,” he laughed. “Unless of course, she ends up pregnant.”

“That’s why I only fuck guys,” I said. I saw him bite his lip.

“OK, please don’t say anything. I’m really struggling with this. I know you caught me looking at you. I’m just so fucking lonely. The guy back home that I’m in love with told me that we were just horny teenagers acting on our impulses and that it didn’t mean anything.

“I thought at first that maybe I should try a few other guys, but I don’t know.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. Why were so many gay guys fucked in the head? I just wanted a good fuck. “Well, I won’t say anything. I hope you figure things out.” I walked away from him. My head was throbbing even more now. I went to my room and got my shower things together. I headed to the communal bathroom. There were several guys at the sinks, and I ignored them all. I stepped into the little area outside the shower. I wanted to jerk in the shower, but my mood wasn’t quite right.

With the shower running warming up, I disrobed and tried to clear my head. I was just stepping into the water when a dark-haired dude stepped in.

“Are you up for stuffing my ass?” he whispered. He pulled a condom and some lube from his robe pocket.

I smiled. Just what the doctor ordered. “Always.”

He removed his robe. What a gorgeous, hairy body. He pushed me into the shower and covered my mouth with his. Fuck, but he was a good kisser. His hands were working my dick and got me hard quickly. It didn’t take him long to start sucking my cock. I could feel myself ooze precum. He was good at sucking, too.

He unrolled the condom over my dick with his mouth. I’d seen that once in a porn video, but I had never experienced it. It was certainly better than when another guy tries to put a condom on me. What he did next surprised the hell out of me. He held onto the grab bars and lifted himself and placed his ankles on my shoulders. I moved forward and shoved my dick into him. His eyes rolled back, and he grunted a fuck yeah.

I put my hands on his shoulders and began to piston furiously into him. His hard dick slapped against my belly. I reached one hand down and began to jerk his cock. I saw him clench his teeth together. He pushed his head back and I heard his head contact the wall. His shaft got harder, and I felt cock pump his seed into the air. He smiled. I moved my hand back to his shoulder and began to fuck him even harder.

Glancing down, I saw my dick pull out of him. The hairs around his pussy were stuck onto the rubber and the image turned me on. I slammed into him and unloaded. I pushed my cock forward three more times, spewing more seed each time.  

I was breathing hard and helped him lower his legs to the ground. He grabbed my head and kissed me again. “You are one great fuck,” he told me before he slipped out of the shower, put his robe back on, and headed out. I looked down at the rubber still hanging from my cock. I don’t remember seeing one so full of cum. I pulled it off and let the cum drip out and flow down the drain. As I washed away the sweat and cleaned my dick, the prick in the dining hall popped into my head. I shook my head. He missed out on a great fuck. What a loser.