My first year in College – Chapter 17: The Bread Game

My first year in College – Chapter 17: The Bread Game.

My dear reader, I have been telling you all about my freshman year of College for a while now. Doing that, I am trying my best to be as real as possible, although I can never be sure of what the other people featured in this story were actually thinking.

Did my brother notice my “incidental” touching during the night we were sleeping in the same bed? Did Austin remember that I played with his body on New Year’s Eve? What was Professor Fletcher really thinking when he was fucking my virgin ass?

On a snowy February day, I escaped my own thoughts as I got to look into somebody else’s mind through a post shared on an obscure forum. I know, I should not have looked on his computer but Austin had left his screen opened, right on the page.

I could not help myself.

With a bit of research, I was able to find the original publication posted back in 2022 by “A6969” (great pseudonym Austin by the way…). Having it on my computer now, I am able to share the entire post with you. I hope this will help you understand Austin better before I continue on with my story — and hold on to your favorite jockstraps because the rest of my freshman year from this point is going to be a bumpy ride!

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Forum: “Sexuality discussions and more.”

Thread: “Am I normal?”

Description: In this thread, we ask you to share your own experiences, truthfully. We aim at gathering a community to help you navigate those sexual phases where you wonder whether you are normal or not. We all go through this and be sure there won’t be any judgment here! Good vibes only!

Post from: A6969.

Date: February 9th 2022. 10.22pm.

“I’ve been reading this thread for a while now and I thought I would share my story. For obvious reasons, I’ll keep it anonymous but I’d love to have your feedback and advice…

My name is A. I’m a freshman student and I just celebrated my 19th birthday. I broke up with my girlfriend a few weeks ago.

I’m an athletic guy and I’ve never had any issue picking up girls. Although, since the break-up, I’m struggling with finding girls of my taste. I’m not too sure how to explain this, but I’ll try and to be honest.

If that even makes sense, I’m writing this post mostly to understand myself.

Within the fraternity i’m part of, all the guys seem to live crazy sex experiences and I have always been kind of jealous of them. My girlfriends prior to College were beautiful but not really into rough or kinky stuff in bed while I was already – I guess like every other guys? – wanking off to hardcore porn… The more I was watching porn, the more I wanted filthy stuff, and the more I was bored with my girlfriends.

When I met this girl in College, she was very blunt, attractive, and much more into sex and trying out things than any other girl I had before. She let me fuck her in the ass the first night we had sex! But still, I was not fully satisfied, especially when I was hearing (or sometimes seeing videos of) my teammates gangbanging girls, slapping them, pissing on them… All those things I saw in porn and which got stuck in my brain (or in my penis’ brain).

For the most part, I remained faithful to my girlfriend but I did cheat on her once, as part of a, let’s say “celebration”, we were having with the others guys of the frat. Afterwards, I felt very guilty and decided to commit 100% to the relationship, trying to be the good guy.

I should not have.

After four months of relationship and as I was about to introduce her to my parents, that bitch french-kissed another boy right in front of me, and right in front of all my friends. I had never been this humiliated in my entire life.

Anyway, fuck her!

The thing is, I have always known that what I was seeing in porn was not “real life” or “not normal.” So, even if I was sometimes frustrated with the sex I was having, I thought that everyone was feeling this way and that it simply could not get any better, or rather, any filthier. But this was until I met the guy who leads our fraternity, let’s call him “X”.

I realize with X that actually; some people do practice “porn-sex” in real life. X is fucking girls like a mad man, doing the kinkiest shit imaginable, some of this stuff I had never even thought of. This made me rethink everything. Maybe, I do not have to work on the frustration I am feeling, I do not have to try to get rid of it, but instead, I should just act on it! Live the (nasty) dream!

But it’s not that simple. I do think, deep inside of me, that the way X is acting is not normal and I’m not sure I want to follow his footsteps.

All College guys are obsessed with sex I guess, but for him, it’s even worse. The guy is either talking about sex, having sex, or planning his next sex party. A couple weeks ago, I saw a video of him fisting a woman. Then, I realized the woman was about 60 years old. More than the act in itself, the age difference shocked me. He was pounding her pussy like it was nothing, laughing, and having a younger girl suck his dick at the same time. Although, as often, after the shock, came the curiosity… And now, I wonder… What would it feel like to do it with a woman 40 years older than me!? Should I try it or is this just wrong?

I don’t know if X is an actual sex maniac or if it’s just that, contrary to others, he owns up to his sexual drive and is never shy to act on it. Maybe it is because of his big dick, his penis surely takes too much blood away from this brain.

Believe me, I am known to be well endowed and I used to the “biggest” man in every locker-room I went to, but compared to X, every guy would look “small”. With a dick this size, some would be shy or unease, X is just super proud of his abnormally large and long tool, and has built a huge muscular body to go with it.

To enter the frat, the first humiliation of every new pledge is to compare his dick to X’s.

When he got hard next to me and requested that I got an erection too, I struggled. The rule was no external help (no porn or anything) and we both needed to get hard in front of the whole football team and other members of the frat. If you could not get hard, you could not join. If you could get hard and compare yourself to X, you were admitted to the frat. And, if one day, one guy would be proven to be bigger than X, the new guy would automatically become the new leader of the frat.

These rules were invented by X himself during his sophomore year. He was a smart guy and did not take much risk to lose his chief status.

Because of X and his own obsession for filthy porn and kinky girls, all the members of the frat are used to share their sex adventures – and sometimes to share their girlfriends – with the team. It has become sort of a competition between the guys to try to beat each other up in the craziness of their sex encounters.

Literally, the “biggest” guy is our leader, it is pretty clear that the frat is run by our penises, more than our brains.

At first, the stories of the guys were kind of a shock to me and as I said, I felt guilty about taking part. But now, I’m just wondering, should I go full in and fuck my mind even more? Play the game with the other guys, trying to find girls who would accept to be treated like whores? Show the guys a video of me fucking a couple of twins, an obese woman, a teacher? Share those bitches with the group? Or should I try to sober myself from kinky sex? It’s like the more I taste the real thing, the more I’m addicted, it’s even worse than porn!