What It's Like to be Horny
published March 9, 2021
Marc is a college freshman with a low sex drive. He buys a magic ring that he hopes can change all that. When he puts it on, he finds out just how overpowering horniness can be.
I never felt like I fit in with the other guys. Back in high school, they were always talking about sex and girls like it was the most important thing in the world. Sure, I had a girlfriend, but mostly cause I thought I was supposed to. Truth be told I wasn’t even sure I liked girls. We broke up over the summer.
When I started at college, I was almost relieved. Everyone had a girl back in their hometown. I didn’t feel like such a square wheel all the time. But over the first semester, most of those relationships dissolved. The weekend after Thanksgiving was like a dam had burst and casual sex was in the water supply.
My school has free counselling for students. I was nervous and shaky when I showed up for my appointment.
“Hello Marc, welcome,” the councillor said. “My name’s Dale, and before we start, I need to let you know a couple things. First off, this is a safe space. You can say anything here. Second, I won’t share anything we talk about here with anyone. Unless you’re planning to commit a crime or to harm yourself, I’m professionally obligated to keep our discussions confidential. Do you understand?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna say anything like that.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Dale said with a slight smile.
Then he just sat there, looking open and trustworthy. He was an older guy, somewhere in his forties, with a moustache that came right out of 1975. He wore blue jeans and a checkered flannel shirt. He seemed like a long lost uncle I’d never met.
After a long silence I found myself speaking.
“So, uh, yeah… I’m kind of here for a weird reason,” I admitted.
Dale nodded and left me room to speak.
“I guess… I see everyone around campus dating and hooking up and… I just don’t have any interest in that. But I feel like I should. Like… I think I’m missing out on a big part of going to college.”
“So you feel like you’re missing out?” Dale asked.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “It’s like everyone else is having the time of their lives and I’m just hanging out in my dorm room watching Buffy.”
“Hmm… do you wish you were more interested in hooking up?” Dale asked, making a note on his clipboard.
“I mean…. yeah,” I answered. “Sometimes I wonder if there’s something wrong with me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you Marc,” Dale said, shaking his head. “I’ve seen this before with a few young men your age.”
“So what do I do?” I asked.
“Well, usually it’s about gaining confidence,” Dale said. “A lot of people are scared of rejection. As a defence mechanism, instead of trying, they choose to avoid romantic situations entirely.”
“I don’t really think that…”
“Marc, I want you to try one thing,” Dale said, interrupting my sentence and leaning closer to me.
“There’s a bar here on campus, in the student union building. I want you to go there this Friday night. Bring a friend if you want,” Dale suggested. “I want you to pick someone way out of your league, someone who would never want you in a million years. And I want you to hit on them.”
“What!?” I said, leaning back and crossing my arms. “That sounds humiliating.”
“You know you’ll get rejected,” Dale insisted. “That’s why you’re picking someone way out of your league. So it’s no judgement on you when it happens. But you’ll see that it’s not the end of the world. Nobody will even care. I think it’s going to help you a lot Marc.”
And that was my first counselling session. It’s weird, going to talk to some random guy just cause you can’t get laid.
I thought about trying his approach, but it sounds totally stupid, right?
Instead I did the rational thing. The thing that everybody does at the start of these stories. I went back to my dorm, found an ancient magic ring for $24.99 plus shipping, and ordered it off Amazon. I’ve got Prime, so they overnighted it. I picked it up from the campus post office the next day.
I hurried back to my dorm room and locked the door. I tore into the ridiculously sized box, tossing aside packing peanuts until I finally found the small metal ring. The website claimed that this thing would amp up my sex drive.
The ring didn’t look magic. It didn’t even look sexy. In fact, it looked like stainless steel. But it was either try the magic ring or take Dale’s advice and humiliate myself on Friday.
I slipped the ring on my finger.
It felt warm on my hand, like it hadn’t just come from the mailbox. I wondered if I was having an allergic reaction to the metal, since my skin was tingling where the ring touched my hand. It also seemed tighter than it had a moment ago. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
Like a bolt of lighting, the lust hit me. One second, I was fiddling with the ring, the next I was flat on my ass on my door room floor. Suddenly I could feel waves of sexual longing flow over me. It was stronger than I’d thought possible. Sure, I’ve woken up with the occasional boner and had to rub one out, but now I was fuckin’ HORNY.
“What… the…. fuuuuuuuuuck….” I moaned. Every nerve ending stimulated. I felt my body for the first time in my life. A stray hair brushed against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Each flex of my toes brought fresh new pleasure. My shirt was rough against my chest, lighting up my nipples like two beacons of desire. And my cock… fuck, it had never been this hard. It was painfully erect, bulging lewdly and tenting my jeans.
I needed to get laid. I needed it right now.
My brain shut off and my body went on autopilot. At least, that’s what it felt like to me. On some level, I know I was still in control, but as I stumbled towards my door it didn’t feel that way.
Outside my room, there were a dozen identical doors down the hall. I barely knew my neighbours. They’d all made half-hearted attempts to invite me to breakfast or a movie or a bar, but by the end of September the cliques had set in and I wasn’t in any of them. A dozen strangers behind a dozen doors. That was about to change.
So many things were about to change.
I stumbled across the hell and knocked on the first door I came to. I could hear a chair squeak inside, footsteps coming toward the door. ‘Open it!’ I begged silently. ‘Faster! Faster! I need to have sex!’
The door swung open to reveal another dude. He was big – meaty and bullish, like a rugby player. I could smell him, even though there was a tragic gap of two or three feet between our bodies. He smelled like sweat and aftershave. The combination made my mouth water.
“Hey,” he said with a friendly smile. “It’s Marc, right? From across the hall.”
“Huh? Yeah,” I nodded impatiently. All I could think about was how our skin would feel pressed up against each other, sticky with sweat and cum and saliva. Who cared what his name was.
“Dude, are you okay?” he asked, a look of concern flashing across his face. I stumbled forward, my hand landing on his beefcake chest. I could feel a surge of electricity between us when the ring made contact with his shirt. I could feel some of this urgent need flowing out of me, warming his body, driving him just as crazy as it drove me.
“Whoa…” he said, blinking his eyes like he was trying to make the world come back into focus.
I stepped close enough that our bodies were tight against each other. I felt my lips part and my head tilt. The rugby player leaned down and met me halfway, eagerly accepting my kiss.
“Inside,” he moaned, grabbing me by the shirt and pulling me into his room. It was a mirror image of mine. All the same furniture, but decorated with posters of sports stars and mostly naked women. A textbook was on the bed, something to do with human anatomy. He dropped it onto the floor and pushed me backwards onto the unmade bed.
“Gotta get naked…” he mumbled, yanking down his gym shorts. He was going commando under there, and his stubby cock was at full alert. He pawed at his shirt for a moment, trying to maneuver it over his head, but he couldn’t concentrate enough to figure out how. After a few seconds, the grabbed it by the collar and ripped it in half. The remnants dropped to the floor while he jumped into bed with me.
I managed to pull off my shirt while he was tugging at my jeans. My underwear wasn’t so lucky. The thin layer of fabric was all that stood between his mouth and my cock, and he wasn’t fooling around. Less than a minute after I’d knocked on the door, my briefs were shredded on the floor next to his shirt.
“I wanna suck your cock,” he begged.
“Do it,” I begged right back. “Blow me good.”
Without any hesitation, the jock opened up his mouth and engulfed my pole. I tensed up at the sensation, intense bolts of pleasure shooting from my cock to the rest of my body. His mouth was warm and wet and he was sucking hard. Once or twice I felt his teeth graze my cockhead, but I flinched each time. It didn’t take him long to get better, he desperately wanted to keep my cock in his mouth.
“Mmmm…” he moaned loudly, licking up the length of my shaft. “Fuck me… your dick is so tasty bro,” he mumbled, trying not to let it pop out of his mouth while he spoke.
“Suck it,” I ordered, watching his head bob up and down and he took it down his throat.
I don’t know how long he sucked my cock. I wasn’t in control. All I could do was follow wherever my boner was pointing, and right at that moment, it was pointing straight down his throat.
Finally he came up for air. He was breathing hard, and I could see the crazed look in his eye as he struggled to do anything but dive right back onto my dick.
“Dude… are you… are you making me gay?” he asked, his face a mix of horror and lust. “I never wanted to suck a dick before bro… but… your cock is so… bro…” he babbled.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I don’t know. I just… are you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah man, I just… I didn’t know how yummy your dick was…” he said, big honest eyes staring into my soul. “I didn’t know…”
“Hey,” I said, trying to look like I knew what was happening. I reached out my hand and held his head, feeling his sweaty buzzcut against my palm. As the ring touched his skin, his eyes went wide again and his jaw hung open. “It’s okay,” I said. “If you like dick, you like dick. Okay?”
“Yeah man,” he said breathlessly. “I like dick. I fuckin’ love dick,” he moaned, taking my entire cock in his mouth again and sucking greedily.
It wasn’t long before I was on the edge.
“Stop,” I said, pushing him away. “I wanna fuck you.”
“Dude…” he said, his eyes fixed on my cock. “I dunno if… fuck… but it’s dick…” he mumbled.
I was so horny I didn’t even think. I just put my hand on the side of his head and watched as his jaw went slack again. His eyes were burning with desire.
All he wanted was my cock.
“You want me to fuck you,” I said, praying it would work. My cock was trembling in the sweaty the dorm room air.
“Fuck… dude…” the rugby jock said, his hips starting to move back and forth as he suddenly became very aware that his asshole was empty. “I want… yeah bro, I wanna… fuck me bro, fuck me hard!”
All he wanted was my cock up his ass.
We changed positions. Now he was on the bed, face pushed into the pillow and ass stuck into the air. He was wiggling his ass, eager to feel my cockhead push into his hole. I was kneeling, getting ready to take the plunge. Luckily for him, he kept lotion on his bedside table.
My cock slipped between his cheeks. There was a little resistance at first, but he relaxed into it, desperate to be filled. Soon I was pumping in and out, over and over, sweat dripping off my body as I tried not to cum immediately.
“You like that?” I said, thrusting my hips toward him.
“Fuck yeah bro…” he moaned. “Fuck me… fuck me…”
I reached around, grabbing his cock. As soon as my hand made contact - the ring I guess - I felt another jolt of erotic lighting through me. I could feel it all - the way my cock felt in his ass, the way his ass felt around my cock, the way his cock was painfully hard and leaking precum. It was the final connection I needed. Without warning, I found myself cumming, my cock throbbing as I spilled my load into his ass.
Underneath me, he was feeling the same thing. Between the sensation in his ass and my hand around his dick, the rugby bro was spilling his seed all over his bedspread. I felt the fire that was burning inside me dim a little. I was still horny, horny enough that I could go for a second round right there, but at least I felt like I could control myself.
“OH MY GOD!” I heard a voice say from behind me. I twisted around to look. There was a woman standing there, her face in shock at the sight before her.
“RILEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” she cried out.
“Who’s this?” I said, pulling my cock out of Riley’s ass.
“Oh my god… babe…” he gasped, his eyes wide with surprise. You could see the gears turning inside his head. This was his girlfriend. But why would he have a girlfriend? He loved cock so much…
“Don’t you ‘hey babe’ me,” she said angrily. “Who the hell is this?” she said, gesturing at me.
“It’s Marc babe, from across the hall,” the naked rugby player said like he was introducing me at a party.
“Hey,” I said. I stood up, naked and semi-erect. I put my hand on her shoulder. She tried to flinch away, but I was too fast for her. As the ring made contact, her expression shifted from anger to animal lust. She suddenly looked like she wanted to join in.
“It’s good to meet you Marc,” she said, tossing her hair flirtatiously and stepping closer to me.
I moved my hand up from her shoulder to the side of her head. I knew the burning desire that was running through her. It was still running through me too, just a little more bearable now that I’d cum.
Her eyes unfocussed as the ring touched her head. She looked confused and lost.
“Riley’s gay, you always knew that,” I instructed. “Besides, you’re not really into beefy hunks like Riley. You prefer nerdy guys. Your perfect date is a night at his place - first you play some video games with him, then you fuck him good. In fact, you want to go find a nerdy boyfriend right now.”
I dropped my hand away from her head and she blinked a couple of times. It was kind of cool watching her memories overwrite with my new suggestions.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I just barged in,” she said with a flustered look. “I’m Jeannie, Riley’s like my BFF,” she said sheepishly.
“It’s not a problem,” I said generously.
“Thanks,” she said with sincere gratitude. “Riley, I just came by to… hey, I’m sorry, I don’t even know why I came by…” she laughed distractedly.
“That’s cool baby,” he said laughing. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
“Yeah,” she grinned. “I’m going to go hang out in the science building cafeteria. See if I can catch some hot physics majors eye,” she said, sticking her tongue out a little and licking her lips.
After Jeannie headed out the door, Riley turned to me.
“That was so fuckin’ hot, what you just did to her,” he gushed. “Fuck man, I guess what you did to both of us. I never woulda guessed how it felt…”
For a moment, Riley and I stared into each others eyes. I knew that if I leaned in and kissed him, we’d start all over again. Hell, if I leaned in and kissed him, I may as well just move in and call him my boyfriend.
I’ll admit, I was tempted, but I could feel the ring pulling me away. There were so many men out there, and I could fuck anyone I wanted. Why tie myself down to the first guy I saw?
“I should go,” I said, reaching for my pants. No point in taking the shredded underwear. Riley could keep those as a souvenir.
“You sure?” he asked, looking a little needy. “I was thinkin’ maybe you could stick around. Let me suck that cock again?”
“Maybe some other time,” I offered. Now that I’d fucked Riley, it didn’t seem that important to do it again. There were new mouths out there to suck my dick. New asses for me to fuck.
“Yeah, no problem dude,” Riley said, running his hand over his head and flexing his bicep. I bet that move has brought a dozen different girls back to his bed. For a moment, I was tempted to give him one more quick fuck.
But I didn’t. I could feel myself starting to get a little horny again, and who knew how long it would be until I lost control again. It was time to get going.
There was a whole world to fuck.