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!

My first year as a freshman would have been positively unbearable had I not been lucky enough to have a roomie who also liked girls. In contrast, as a sophomore I actually had a virgin for a roomie who didn’t even believe in masturbation! Back then I was still learning how to deal with not having all the sex I wanted, which led to some bizarre results.

Before you judge me, be real and try to understand my situation. If you start having sex at fourteen and then did it almost daily until you went to college, wouldn’t you find it an adjustment to go cold turkey? It was the second semester of my sophomore year that I really went crazy, to the point I actually signed up for an escort service. Fortunately I quit early on before I was seriously hurt.

Now that I’m in my junior year of college, I feel I’ve matured a lot since I first started here as a lowly freshman. One of the major areas where I’ve changed has been how to deal with a lack of sex. Of course I still crave it as much, if not more, than I ever have. The point is, I’m not a teenager anymore and I can control myself better, at least I like to think so. There ARE still times, though, when my thoughts wander and naughty ideas come to mind.

Such a time occurred a week ago when I was shopping for some snacks and such at the local Kroger grocery store. To make a long story short, I needed some help and a guy assisted mw. Later we went to lunch which led to a date where I sucked him off in the theater. It was a bit out of character for me, but I drew the line at letting him fuck me even though I knew he wanted it. After all, it WAS our first date!

Larry was calling me the very next day and this time we didn’t bother with the pretense of dinner and a movie or anything like that. We went straight to his apartment and I all but threw myself at him I was so horny. Since then we’ve been seeing each other every day. I like to think of him now as my boyfriend but I suppose some people might say we are just fuck-buddies. Does it really matter?

Oh ... did I mention Larry was black?