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The next morning I woke up before my alarm clock went off, with a painful hard on. It all felt like a dream. Did last night actually happen? Was I really given a head by a girl? On my first day in college? In a restaurant?
Oh yes, I was!
Not only Jenna took my dick throat deep, but the load I gave her nearly choked her. She swallowed the whole three gulps. And me being me, I didn't flinch. I fucked that girl's mouth like a pro. Kenny and Peter did look at me strangely but only for a moment; I know the size of my cock surprised them. The whole eight and a half inches of it.
Me saving Kenny's brother, Gordon, was the best thing I did so far. Got me connected with the right people. People who have same interests as me; number one, sex.
I stretch in my bed and pull the sheet I'm covered with off of me. I love how my dick springs up as I look down on it. I give an out loud laugh; I fucking can't believe my luck! Did Jenna and Brianna actually got in the fraternity? Fuck knows. What I do know is that I'll always be there if they need to haze any new members in.
All of a sudden I hear the door unlocking and I jump up, in search of my sheet; I grab it and cover myself before whoever it is at the door opens it ajar.
"Oh shit. I didn't know anyone would be here. I'm so sorry."
I prop myself up on my elbows and watch the dude entering the room. He's short and skinny, wearing his hair like it's 2000. And they say they match students by their list of preferences. How the fuck does he matches mine?
"I'm Mike Gable." he reaches with his hand.
"Christian. Nice to meet you."
"Well, I guess you are my roommate. What do you study?"
"Business Management. You?"
"We are on the same programme. Cool. I'm used to working with a buddy and now I have one living with me."
Buddy? Like hell we are!
"Yeah… Um, I always work by myself."
"I'm sure we'll have a great time together, Christian." he ignores my comments.
That's a trait of a serial killer, actually. You tell them one thing and they act as if you said nothing. I think that's enough talking to him. I get up and head for the shower; the sheet comes off and in the corner of my eye I see Mike looking at my dick. Well, he needs to know I'm superior, in every way.
After my shower I get dressed and head for the gym; he needs the space to move his stuff inside anyway.
"See you later. I'll go and hit the gym."
"Isn't it too early?"
"It's the best time to be there. I just hope it's open. Laters, man."
After eight years of training, I learned that gym usage follows a predictable daily pattern. The busiest times of the day, and therefore the worst times to hit the gym, are mid-mornings and early evenings. Almost any time of day is less busy than these prime times.
And if I get there very early, the gym is all mine. I know I won't always be ready to wake up at six but once I find my daily schedule of classes I will change my routine to suit my needs. Kickboxing helps me focus, centers me; that's all I need on my bad days. Come to think of it, I haven't had any of them lately. I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing.
I get to the gym and as expected, it's empty. It's how I like it. Working out for two good hours, doing my push up and weight exercises just like we did at the training I'm finally ready for the day ahead. And two hours later, the gym was getting crowded, anyway; I never realized how many students were actually using it.
Today I'm going into my own adventure of exploring. I need to figure out where my classes are because in about an hours' time I have to head to my first class. Other students have had time to figure out where everything is, but I haven't.
The first sessions are important for so many reasons. I need to know who teaches them so I'm aware of the academic staff on campus. I need to be able to differentiate, I saw many women yesterday and I thought maybe half of them were not even students.
At the induction today apparently everything will become clear. But I think everything is clear already. After last night, I don't need to know more.
After getting back into my room and changing, I head out again. An hour passes very quickly when you don't have idea where are you going. I was trying to make mental associations with every single building I came across, so I don't get lost in here, ever.
Finally I end up in the great hall where everyone studying on my programme is invited. I enter the already full auditorium and search for a space. I'm surprised, I didn't know I was supposed to come early. Is this how it will be every time?
"Christian!"
Among the crowd I notice Gordon, who has his hand up, waving.
"Over here." he points to a free space next to him.
I nod and make way toward him; he has the best seat in the room. Close to the front but in the middle enough not to be picked on. Clever. I reach my seat and sit snuggly into it.
"Nice seeing you again, Gordon. You are taking Business Management, too?"
"Yeah."
Two people enter the room and everyone quietens down. An older man, looking like a typical professor; balding head, small round glasses and a big belly, together with his pullover he looks like a character of the TV. Next to him, a woman that looks rather young. Not as young as us but I'd give her mid-twenties, if not younger.
"A warm welcome everyone to the University of California, Los Angeles! Whether you are the youngest freshman or the oldest one, you have chosen to improve yourselves in the most fundamental and lasting way: through an education of the highest quality. And on this intellectual journey, you are in good company."
The old man's voice thunders in the auditorium as we all listen intently. The woman next to the professor flashes her white smile at us and then nods approvingly while looking at him.
"For many of you this journey is truly a family affair. Your presence here as freshmen is testimony to the years of love and support you have received from your family and friends. So, members of the Class of 2005, would you please stand and join me in a round of applause to thank your family and friends for everything they have done to help you reach this day?"
I look around; everyone is getting up and loudly applauding; I follow suit.
"My name is Professor Henderson and this year, I'll be your best friend. Let me tell you, your next four years will not be easy. But I know you are well prepared for the journey that lies ahead of you. You have, after all, been preparing for this singular day for nearly two decades. Still, the next four years will not be easy."
The silence is becomes deadly. I now see how serious this all is. Me attending this university is not only going to mean cock sucking sluts and having a good time. And what good time that was! My mother and father were talking about this right here. It's time to make something out of myself.
"Sylvie, do you want to continue?" Out of breath, the professor turns to the woman standing next to him.
"Sure. Hi everyone, I'm Miss Sylvie Newman, Professors Henderson's assistant." she clears her throat. "The next four years here will require a more concentrated application of your skills and talents, your intelligence and critical thinking skills, and your diligence and determination than has ever before been required of you."
"You may encounter obstacles that you had not previously imagined. But these obstacles will not be insurmountable."
"Apply yourself diligently to your studies, work consistently to the best of your abilities, and cultivate a healthy extracurricular and social life that is in balance with your studies, and you will thrive here."
We are all ears. Her wavy blond hair and plump red lips have accidentally motivated another part of my body to awaken. I knew I'd stop listening half way through. The way she smiles at us shows off her uninhibited nature and yet, her voice remains firm. Fuck me, I'm losing my mind!
"The faculty and staff on this campus are dedicated to helping you succeed, and they can point you to the many avenues of support that are available to help ensure your success."
"Yes?"
Fuck! My mother always encouraged me to communicate every time I feel something. And now, my hand seemed to have reacted before I was aware of what's going on. Dammit!
"Um…Have you studied in here?"
"Yes, I have. Thank you for asking."
There goes her smile again. It's killing me.
I feel a nudge in my sheen and I turn to Gordon. He grins cunningly at me, like my purpose was to embarrass her. I ignore his childish remark and lucky I do because turning towards her; I see her continuing her talk while her eyes are trained on me.
Nobody else but me.
She's not dressed as an assistant would dress, although if you ask me I wouldn't have idea how would that look like. It's just she hasn't tried to increase the gap between us and her. Wearing a pair jeans and a floaty top, a hippie style type, people could mistake her for a student, easily.
I'm daydreaming already, staring at her; is this what it's going to be like? It's high school all over again. That crush I had on my substitute teacher was painful, it lasted for the whole year. Argh!
Other academics come in, introduce themselves and tell us how and what will happen in our first year. Some are trying to scare us, some are as easy going as us. The induction has taken few hours before break time; the first time I'm actually aware of my surroundings. I think I tuned into her and simply, nothing else mattered.
"Hey man, how are you?" Gordon is the first to say something. Other people are leaving the auditorium but we are still sitting down. Between all the hubbub and commotion I glance few times at her. She is gorgeous. My cock agrees.
"My brother is waiting for us. Come on."
"Your brother?" I'm all ears now. "Where is he?"
"I'll take you to him. Get up." Gordon pulls me up. "He told me about last night. I wish that was me."
"It could have been you, I knocked on your door before I went out."
"You did? Dammit! I must have been having a shower."
"Better luck next time."
"That luck comes every once in a blue moon."
"Tell me about!" I laugh.
We join the crowd and slowly leave the room. One last time I turn behind me, to see her before I exit. She's sitting on a chair next to the professor, leaned back, legs crossed one above another, and with the pen in her hand she writes something on her notepad. As if she knew I'm watching, almost abruptly she lifts her head and our eyes meet. I'm caught staring at her, practically drooling and I cannot look away, I'm mesmerized. She smiles at me, and then takes the end of her pen to her lips and very subtly, starts sucking it. Is she…is she flirting? You are in control Christian! Can one get an instant hard on? Because I just fucking did!
I look at Gordon to see if he's seen this but he's talking to someone, he's too busy making friends. Fuck me!
"Christian Grey, the man himself!"
I hear a familiar voice; I look around for Kenny and see him standing at the end of the hallway with Peter, the guy from last night. They both grin wide as me and Gordon approach.
"What have you been up to today, boys?"
"Not much."
"We had induction for the past two hours." Gordon interjects.
"Boring?"
"You have no idea!"
"Actually Christian, it wasn't boring at all. We learned so much; who's going to teach us this semester, what modules we are going to do over the next year and other useful information. If you weren't blinded by Miss Newman, you would have found that interesting too."
"Who? You are dreaming, Gordon." Was I that obvious?
"If you say so." Gordon smirks cleverly.
"Kenny, last night was epic, dude!" I change the subject and playfully punch his shoulder.
"It was! I have never seen anyone as young as you in such control. You really are something, Christian."
"You haven't seen anything yet, Kenny," I boast. "Just call me again if you need to haze any new members, and I'll be there. This unit," I point to my dick, "does not need charging."
"As a matter of fact, I think I'm going to need you tonight." Kenny grins as Peter and Gordon ogle him, surprised.
"You do?" even I can't hide the excitement.
"Hey that's not fair, what about me?" Peter complains.
"Ken, I'm your brother, and you give free sex to these guys? You should be ashamed of yourself."
"What do you want me to do? You haven't seen the size of this man's dick yet. Besides, Peter, you came within a minute last night, didn't you? I need someone with more stamina. More control. We need to show the new members that we are the ones in control, not our cocks."
"I can be in control, I promise."
"Like hell you can. The moment your cock gets hard it has to ejaculate as soon as possible. Admit it."
"Just like everyone's!" Peter exclaims.
"You didn't see Christian last night. You nearly passed out from excitement. But you'll see it tonight. Well, unless last night was a glitch."
"A glitch? I don't even know what you mean by that." I retort fully prepared.
"We'll see about that, Christian. Just be in my room, Rieber Hall B25 at eight."
"Sure."
"And me? Come on Ken cut me some slack; I'm your brother, dammit. That's got to count towards something?"
"Okay, you can come too. But don't expect to get any action. You're just going to watch."
"Great!" Gordon does a fist pump in the air and turns to me hurriedly, almost pushing me away, hoping his brother won't change his mind. "Come on Christian, we have to go back to class."
"Laters, Kenny." I yell.
"Sure."
We leave Kenny and Peter standing where we found them in the hallway, eyeing some girls, and we head back into the same auditorium, where Miss Newman is waiting. Ah, Miss Newman, how hard I'd fuck you if I could!
We all go back to our places but this time there is another set of tutors talking. Unfortunately for me, Miss Newman is not here.
After the initial disappointment, I adjust my expectation and start listening to what they have to say. This is very interesting. I chose Business Management because I have great ideas about my future. I'm going to make enough money for myself and my family, and more. I intend to invest in foster homes. I am going to make every child feel loved. What happened to me must never happen to anyone. I notice my hands go into fists and my breath is speeding up.
"Are you ok?" Gordon whispers.
I just nod and relax my hands, hoping that will help me loosen up.
After the little incident on my side, when I got riled over nothing, the rest of the day was uneventful. Or maybe, I had so much to look forward in the evening and so everything seemed bland in comparison.
I went to a few more classes, read through the rest of my schedule for the semester and planned my routine for the days I'm going to go to the gym.
Over lunch I even met few people from the same class. I must say I'm proud of myself. I exchanged cell numbers, names and residences. UCLA is not that bad after all. Besides, my family lives so close I could always go and visit. Some of these students come from far and wide all over the earth, and I don't see them complaining or feeling homesick. I roll my eyes inwardly at myself. I can't believe I cried when I left home.