Chapter 1: School and Larry

Going to a religious school has its benefits. The faculty treats you like a person, not a number. The general atmosphere is pleasant and focused on my Christian faith and learning. Overall, I would have to say I have no regrets making the choice I did, especially when I compare my daily life with that of my cousin Kristen, who chose to attend a public school closer to home. Then again, she gets laid most every day and goes to all the parties she can handle while most of the time while I’m at school, my only source of sexual relief is my own two hands.

Regardless of how the school tries to portray itself, it’s not like everyone here is a virgin, saving themselves for marriage. Everyone has the same needs and desires, Christian or not. The difference is we all had to pledge to follow a strict set of Lifestyle Guidelines which, among many other things, forbids any sexual conduct. As a result the peer pressure is incredible and more than one girl has been expelled since I’ve been here when she was turned in for violating the rules. As a result, I’ve shied away from any “personal” relationships and stuck mostly with group dates and school-sponsored activities. For someone accustomed to frequent sex like me, now and then the “hunger” can get overwhelming and finally it’s like a dam bursting. It’s happened to me a few times and during such times I’ve probably gone a bit overboard - working an escort, stripping at bachelor parties, etc. which temporarily relieved the pressures inside of me but almost always caused me to at least question my actions later. Frankly, if the school officials would just acknowledge the obvious - that sex is a normal activity between consenting people, and allow us a little bit of freedom, such lust and desire wouldn’t build up to the point where I seem to forget what I’m doing and just lash out for something ... ANYTHING, to relieve me. So see - it’s their fault, not mine!