*This is something I've been working on for a little bit. This part is kind of just an intro, and I'll post more of the story if people want to read it. Its basically about a well-hung guy who fucks his way through his freshman year of college*
Part 1
When I woke up the Friday I was scheduled to leave for college, I had no idea I would feel the way I did at the end of it. I thought I would be happy; new roommates, new bed, maybe even new friends right away. I knew that saying goodbye to my Sarah was going to be the hardest part. We hadnt been able to get into the same schools (she was a lot smarter than I was), and she had decided for forgo her relationship with me for a free ride to Yales pre-law program. To be honest, I couldnt blame her. I had barely gotten into Arnett College, a third-tier private liberal arts school that had a reputation for partying and a high drop-out rate. It was on the other side of the state from Yale, and even though we would only be about an hour and a half apart, it was going to be strange not seeing each other every day. We had been together for three and a half years. We were both each others firsts, and we had three classes together five days a week. We had made plans to visit each other, bought webcams, planned mid-week rendezvous at seedy hotels in a town roughly halfway between our schools. It was going to be hard, but we thought we could do it. Thats why I was so surprised when she broke up with me. She didnt spend a lot of time beating around the bush.
I think we should talk about our situation, Sarah had said, idly stirring her cup of iced coffee. We had decided to meet at the local coffee shop, away from our curious parents.
What do you mean? I asked.
I mean us. Like, when we get to college, I think its going to be harder than we think, she explained.
It will at first. But well get used to it, I replied.
No, I mean, she started. She took a breath. I think we should see other people.
What? I paused mid-sip.
Like, we should see other people while were away. I know youre going to be partying a lot, and Im going to be around a lot of guys that I have a lot in common with, she said. I just dont think its fair to deprive you of the full college experience.
What are you talking about? Are you breaking up with me? I asked.
No, no, no, she said. I just dont think its realistic to expect each other to be monogamous, she said. She took a slow sip of her drink through the straw, her pink lips puckered around the green plastic.
Is this because of Charlie? I asked. Charlie was a guy from our class who had gotten into the same program as Sarah. I had caught them kissing once, about nine months into our relationship. She talked about him more than what should be reasonable.
What do you mean? Sarah asked. She was playing stupid, as always.
I mean that I know you like him. If you want to date him, thats fine, I said. It wasnt fine.
I dont want to date Charlie, she said, her eyes shifting to the right. She couldnt even look at me.
Dont worry about it. Im sure youll be happier with someone you can see every day, I said, pushing my coffee away. Sarah pushed it back toward me.
What do you want me to say, Tom? she asked. How long do you think its really going to last if we do this long-distance?
Wait a minute, I said. We talked about this. Its going to be fine.
Its not going to be fine, Tom. I know how you get about sex. And I need to it, too. We should each be able to have our needs met, Sarah explained.
I thought you said I was all you needed, I said, my voice getting louder. I was trying not to draw attention to our table, but it was hard to contain my anger.
You hurt me, Tom, she said in a harsh whisper.
What?
Youre too rough, Tom. Too, she searched for a word. Aggressive. I need someone who is better suited to my taste.
Look, you were the one who wanted to lose their virginity before going off to college. You said last month that you loved having sex with me, I said. We had somehow managed to date for three years without having sex. I blame it on her Catholicism, but she liked to give me handjobs, so I didnt complain.
Tom, I dont want to talk about sex, she said. I need to have other experiences.
Me too, I said. I pushed my chair out roughly, and walked towards the door.
Tom, she said loudly over the slam of the shop door as it closed.
I slept on the way to my dorm. I couldnt tell my parents what had happened; I didnt want the whole day to be about my break-up. Sarah had texted me about thirty times after I left the coffee shop at 9:30AM, and by the time we pulled up to the dorm at three in the afternoon, I had gotten so sick of the texts that I shut my phone off. Move-in was relatively straightforward. My mom tried hard not to cry, and while she was getting herself together in the womens bathroom down the hall, my father showed me that he had filled one of my suitcases with bottles of hard liquor. If I had been in a happier state of mind, I probably would have noticed the girls that shared the floor.
Cohabitation is the best thing that ever happened to college, Dad said as he slipped me a couple hundred bucks. Take some of these girls out.
I walked my parents to the elevator, not noticing the bright-colored, low-cut tops that passed me by, the short-shorts that clung to the round butts off my female hall mates. Outside was more of the same. Girls were lounging around on the lawn in front of the dorm, having somehow escaped their parents in order to take advantage of the last days of tanning that August offered.
My roommates arrived; a meathead named Tony who had been friends with a kid down the hall in the Bronx for their entire lives. They went to Arnett because of basketball. They hoped to walk on the team at the try-outs next week. They invited me to come out with them for dinner, but I wasnt in the mood. I had been holding in tears all day, and I needed a shower. Tonys friend said he had heard about a party that was happening tomorrow night, and I told them I would definitely be there.
I unpacked my towel and grabbed my toiletry bag. As I walked down hall, which had mostly emptied since the move-in time for the day had ended, I noticed that a lot of the dorm was falling apart. My room was alright, but the fake wood paneling was peeling off the walls, and the carpet looked like it hadnt been cleaned in years. Some of the numbers on the doors were hanging sideways or missing altogether, and I walked into a janitors closet and the laundry room before I found the communal bathroom/shower. It was empty. Thank God. I had never taken a shower in front of another man before, and even though I was in decent shape, I still got self-conscious about my body.
I undressed outside one of the shower stalls, and put my clothes on the bench across from the unit. I stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. The water took about five minutes to get hot, but once it did, it was nice to feel the day wash off me. I looked down at my body, with no idea that the thing I was scrubbing was about to change my life. I had never really thought about it; I just thought I was normal. Everything I saw in porn told me I was normal, and I never understood when people got jealous of other peoples penises. I had never seen another mans penis in real life, but I figured mine was perfectly fine.
I stepped out of the shower, and grabbed the towel off the hook. I put it right to my face, and began to wipe off my face and dry my shoulder-length hair. Someone opened the door, and I heard distinctly female voices enter the large bathroom. I pulled the towel away from my face and tried to put it in front of my body, but it was too late. When I opened my eyes, the three girls were looking at me, staring at my waist.
What, one of them said. The fuck. Is that?
The girl who spoke had short blonde hair and a nose ring. She was wearing a tank top, cotton booty-shorts and flip-flops. She pointed right at my crotch.
Sarah had measured my cock once, just because she thought that it wasnt normal. Flaccid, like it was now, my cock was about six inches long. She had heard somewhere that it would usually be normal if I was a shower, but Sarah called me a grower. When she had gotten it hard and put the tape measure to it, she got ten and a half inches. She said that was bigger than normal, but she had never seen another penis either. My dick was more veiny than the pictures I had seen in health class; a few blue lines ran under the pale skin when it was hard. I was circumcised, and Sarah was glad about that. Someone had told her that uncircumcised penises could get infected and fall off if you didnt clean them. When it got hard, it stuck straight out, and it was like I could feel it pulling my entire body down. Right now, it was soft and heavy, flopping back and forth as I scrambled to preserve my modesty.
Oh my God, another girl said, covering her mouth with both hands. This is the girls bathroom.
Sorry, I yelped, wrapping the towel around my waist. My dick bulged as it was pressed up against the towel, and you could still see the curve from the right angle. The girls just stood there, speechless. I gathered my clothes in one hand and pushed through them as they stared wide-eyed at the towel covering my lower half. As the door closed, they burst out into wild giggles. I looked at the sign outside the door of the bathroom. Somehow I had missed it on my way in, but the faded blue placard showed the outline of a skirted stick-figure.
Part 1
When I woke up the Friday I was scheduled to leave for college, I had no idea I would feel the way I did at the end of it. I thought I would be happy; new roommates, new bed, maybe even new friends right away. I knew that saying goodbye to my Sarah was going to be the hardest part. We hadnt been able to get into the same schools (she was a lot smarter than I was), and she had decided for forgo her relationship with me for a free ride to Yales pre-law program. To be honest, I couldnt blame her. I had barely gotten into Arnett College, a third-tier private liberal arts school that had a reputation for partying and a high drop-out rate. It was on the other side of the state from Yale, and even though we would only be about an hour and a half apart, it was going to be strange not seeing each other every day. We had been together for three and a half years. We were both each others firsts, and we had three classes together five days a week. We had made plans to visit each other, bought webcams, planned mid-week rendezvous at seedy hotels in a town roughly halfway between our schools. It was going to be hard, but we thought we could do it. Thats why I was so surprised when she broke up with me. She didnt spend a lot of time beating around the bush.
I think we should talk about our situation, Sarah had said, idly stirring her cup of iced coffee. We had decided to meet at the local coffee shop, away from our curious parents.
What do you mean? I asked.
I mean us. Like, when we get to college, I think its going to be harder than we think, she explained.
It will at first. But well get used to it, I replied.
No, I mean, she started. She took a breath. I think we should see other people.
What? I paused mid-sip.
Like, we should see other people while were away. I know youre going to be partying a lot, and Im going to be around a lot of guys that I have a lot in common with, she said. I just dont think its fair to deprive you of the full college experience.
What are you talking about? Are you breaking up with me? I asked.
No, no, no, she said. I just dont think its realistic to expect each other to be monogamous, she said. She took a slow sip of her drink through the straw, her pink lips puckered around the green plastic.
Is this because of Charlie? I asked. Charlie was a guy from our class who had gotten into the same program as Sarah. I had caught them kissing once, about nine months into our relationship. She talked about him more than what should be reasonable.
What do you mean? Sarah asked. She was playing stupid, as always.
I mean that I know you like him. If you want to date him, thats fine, I said. It wasnt fine.
I dont want to date Charlie, she said, her eyes shifting to the right. She couldnt even look at me.
Dont worry about it. Im sure youll be happier with someone you can see every day, I said, pushing my coffee away. Sarah pushed it back toward me.
What do you want me to say, Tom? she asked. How long do you think its really going to last if we do this long-distance?
Wait a minute, I said. We talked about this. Its going to be fine.
Its not going to be fine, Tom. I know how you get about sex. And I need to it, too. We should each be able to have our needs met, Sarah explained.
I thought you said I was all you needed, I said, my voice getting louder. I was trying not to draw attention to our table, but it was hard to contain my anger.
You hurt me, Tom, she said in a harsh whisper.
What?
Youre too rough, Tom. Too, she searched for a word. Aggressive. I need someone who is better suited to my taste.
Look, you were the one who wanted to lose their virginity before going off to college. You said last month that you loved having sex with me, I said. We had somehow managed to date for three years without having sex. I blame it on her Catholicism, but she liked to give me handjobs, so I didnt complain.
Tom, I dont want to talk about sex, she said. I need to have other experiences.
Me too, I said. I pushed my chair out roughly, and walked towards the door.
Tom, she said loudly over the slam of the shop door as it closed.
I slept on the way to my dorm. I couldnt tell my parents what had happened; I didnt want the whole day to be about my break-up. Sarah had texted me about thirty times after I left the coffee shop at 9:30AM, and by the time we pulled up to the dorm at three in the afternoon, I had gotten so sick of the texts that I shut my phone off. Move-in was relatively straightforward. My mom tried hard not to cry, and while she was getting herself together in the womens bathroom down the hall, my father showed me that he had filled one of my suitcases with bottles of hard liquor. If I had been in a happier state of mind, I probably would have noticed the girls that shared the floor.
Cohabitation is the best thing that ever happened to college, Dad said as he slipped me a couple hundred bucks. Take some of these girls out.
I walked my parents to the elevator, not noticing the bright-colored, low-cut tops that passed me by, the short-shorts that clung to the round butts off my female hall mates. Outside was more of the same. Girls were lounging around on the lawn in front of the dorm, having somehow escaped their parents in order to take advantage of the last days of tanning that August offered.
My roommates arrived; a meathead named Tony who had been friends with a kid down the hall in the Bronx for their entire lives. They went to Arnett because of basketball. They hoped to walk on the team at the try-outs next week. They invited me to come out with them for dinner, but I wasnt in the mood. I had been holding in tears all day, and I needed a shower. Tonys friend said he had heard about a party that was happening tomorrow night, and I told them I would definitely be there.
I unpacked my towel and grabbed my toiletry bag. As I walked down hall, which had mostly emptied since the move-in time for the day had ended, I noticed that a lot of the dorm was falling apart. My room was alright, but the fake wood paneling was peeling off the walls, and the carpet looked like it hadnt been cleaned in years. Some of the numbers on the doors were hanging sideways or missing altogether, and I walked into a janitors closet and the laundry room before I found the communal bathroom/shower. It was empty. Thank God. I had never taken a shower in front of another man before, and even though I was in decent shape, I still got self-conscious about my body.
I undressed outside one of the shower stalls, and put my clothes on the bench across from the unit. I stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. The water took about five minutes to get hot, but once it did, it was nice to feel the day wash off me. I looked down at my body, with no idea that the thing I was scrubbing was about to change my life. I had never really thought about it; I just thought I was normal. Everything I saw in porn told me I was normal, and I never understood when people got jealous of other peoples penises. I had never seen another mans penis in real life, but I figured mine was perfectly fine.
I stepped out of the shower, and grabbed the towel off the hook. I put it right to my face, and began to wipe off my face and dry my shoulder-length hair. Someone opened the door, and I heard distinctly female voices enter the large bathroom. I pulled the towel away from my face and tried to put it in front of my body, but it was too late. When I opened my eyes, the three girls were looking at me, staring at my waist.
What, one of them said. The fuck. Is that?
The girl who spoke had short blonde hair and a nose ring. She was wearing a tank top, cotton booty-shorts and flip-flops. She pointed right at my crotch.
Sarah had measured my cock once, just because she thought that it wasnt normal. Flaccid, like it was now, my cock was about six inches long. She had heard somewhere that it would usually be normal if I was a shower, but Sarah called me a grower. When she had gotten it hard and put the tape measure to it, she got ten and a half inches. She said that was bigger than normal, but she had never seen another penis either. My dick was more veiny than the pictures I had seen in health class; a few blue lines ran under the pale skin when it was hard. I was circumcised, and Sarah was glad about that. Someone had told her that uncircumcised penises could get infected and fall off if you didnt clean them. When it got hard, it stuck straight out, and it was like I could feel it pulling my entire body down. Right now, it was soft and heavy, flopping back and forth as I scrambled to preserve my modesty.
Oh my God, another girl said, covering her mouth with both hands. This is the girls bathroom.
Sorry, I yelped, wrapping the towel around my waist. My dick bulged as it was pressed up against the towel, and you could still see the curve from the right angle. The girls just stood there, speechless. I gathered my clothes in one hand and pushed through them as they stared wide-eyed at the towel covering my lower half. As the door closed, they burst out into wild giggles. I looked at the sign outside the door of the bathroom. Somehow I had missed it on my way in, but the faded blue placard showed the outline of a skirted stick-figure.
