Diary Entry 7 - December 8

So I made it to nineteen. Yay!

My nineteenth birthday will now go down as the strangest, and probably worst birthday of all, and not for the most obvious reason.

Let’s start at the beginning. I didn’t tell Trip about it being my birthday, it wasn’t something he needed to know. Besides, even if he somehow knew, I knew he wouldn’t care.

I was right, and I can’t say for sure if this was a case of it’s better to ask forgiveness than permission. Trip, Trip was rough. I mean I shouldn’t be surprised, but this was something way different than usual. He destroyed the panties I was wearing, gagged me with them, and gave me what was by far the hardest buttfucking I’ve gotten from any of the guys who have been in my ass. I’m really surprised he didn’t damage me, though I was sore for days after.

That wasn’t even the worst part. Like I said, I expected that. The worst part was out at dinner. The girls on my floor took me out for my birthday, it was pretty awesome, great food, great gifts, they’re just some really awesome girls.

No, the worst part came when I had to go to the bathroom. Once I was able to excuse myself from the girls I headed to the bathroom and Jake of all fucking people was there.

I have no clue how he knew it was my birthday, but he knew, and he was there. Is he friends with one of the girls I went out with? Did Patrick tell him? I’m not sure, but he was there and he had a gift for me.

He gave me his gifts and decided to help himself to my underwear in the process. Two pairs of panties and a bra lost that day, what the fuck is my life?

I really think Jake is so much worse than Trip, at least Trip is straightforward. He fucks my ass, and that’s what I’m there for. I hate it, and I wish I could get out of it, but, it’s simple. Jake, Jake is like a cat, he likes playing with and toying with me.

He asked when I was heading out and I told him it would be Sunday night before I’d head home. He told me he’ll see me Saturday with my Christmas gift. I can only dread what he has in mind.

And now it’s time to go to Patrick’s room. I still don’t get him, maybe one day he’ll make sense. It could be worse though, I could have to see Jake instead.