My First Year in College

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More stories including the complete story of My First Year in College (24 chapters!) and the first chapters of the sequel, My First Year in Prison, as well as exclusive illustrations and bonus on Patreon: Thomas Lodge is creating Gay Erotic Stories | Patreon

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Tyler is a freshman student at Creepside College. Gay and closeted, he has some troubles controlling his urges surrounded by frat guys, sexy professors, his hot brother and most importantly, his stunning straight roommate: Austin.

As the story progresses, Tyler learns more about himself and gets closer to live his filthiest fantasies.

The story, names, and places are entirely fictional. All characters featured are above 18. Enjoy.

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My First Year in College

Chapter 1: The dorm situation

The more you will read this, the more it will be difficult for you to believe it is actually based on a true story, or rather true stories. If the places, names, and some details have been changed, I can assure you that my first year of college was one of the craziest years of my life and that it is definitely worth telling.

I had just graduated high school and was closeted to pretty much everyone except for my older brother who caught me jerking off to some hardcore gay porn (10 muscle guys banging a twink submissive) a couple of months after I turned 18.

He entered my room right when the blond twink was receiving his sixth load in the mouth and I was myself cumming a huge load on my chest.

Quite telling if you want to assess of one's sexual orientation.

Ryan pretended like he did not see anything although, afterwards, I could catch his weird looks when my dad would ask me about a potential girlfriend. He knew and, I knew that he knew.

Inspired (and sometimes pushed) by my brother who was quite the athlete - he did boxing, American football, but he was also very regular at swimming and hitting the gym -, I did exercise a bit as well. It was just enough to keep me in some sort of a shape but it mainly compensated for all the junk food I was eating.

I had always been too shy for team sports or hanging in the gym, I guess I was always scared that someone would find out that I'm gay if I stared too much or got an erection in the locker rooms, but I got pretty good at tennis and it became sort of my thing.

I was quite tall, brown hair, brown eyes, but I was rather thin and, to be honest, not as half hot as my older brother could be. Just like me, Ryan was tall, brown hair, brown eyes, but he had also a great smile, perfect skin, a nice casual beard, and a fit body built during his numerous hours of training.

He had it all: big thighs, big biceps and pecs, and the perfect round peachy butt.

I realize that saying this makes me sound like I got a crush on my big brother. Well, not that I am proud to admit it but I kind of did at times. I mean, beauty is all about confidence, right?

And Ryan was definitely confident: he always dressed well, seemed to be in control at all times, and there was something incredibly attractive in the calm and manly way he was handling himself.

The few times I *inadvertently* got a glimpse of his dick, - don't judge me, those things happen when you share a house and a bathroom - I was pleased to notice that both in length or in girth, he was way above average.

He was 23 at the time of this story and had been with the same girl for three years, but not for lack of demands. His Instagram DMs were filled with hundreds of girls wanting, sometimes begging, to see more. I wonder how many of these girls were catfishes now, but more on that later.

As for me, I was just average. Well, in theory, I should or could have looked good, but I was not totally done with puberty. I had some pimples here and there, some freckles under my eyes, I had to wear glasses most of the times and as for the confidence or sense of style: I was clearly lacking in that department. I was more identified as the nerd than the jock...

Consequently, even if I did get the occasional "do you have a girlfriend?" question, nobody was really surprised that a nerdy boy like me would still be a virgin going to college.

You may have guessed it by now: your typical gay closeted friend was super nervous about starting college.

Among the things that stressed me out most was the "dorm situation".

For the first time in my life, I would live outside of my parents' house, but more importantly, with someone else, that I had never met before, in a single room, for a whole year! This thought alone was sufficient to give me stomach ache.

I cannot count the number of bad dreams I had about the communal showers, an awful homophobic roommate, or a full dorm making fun of me while I was shitting in the toilets... Yeah, I was more worried about making it through life in the dorm than I was with making it through Law School.

Sometimes though, the anxiety was replaced by a feeling of excitement.

What if I happened to be paired with a gay Adonis, very comfortable with his sexuality, who would take care of me and all of my needs? Maybe he would fuck me hard, jizz in my asshole and in my mouth? He could offer me to his frat bros, all of them fighting to get their big dicks in my...

Wait no, every time I was starting to have this fantasy, I realized that I would probably not even dare to indulge and it got my stomach to hurt even more.

I got attributed the room 403 in Building C. Except if you got some special requests, you were automatically paired up with someone else by the university. Depending on your means, different options were available.

I was supposed to share a 14 square meters room with a complete stranger in some of the average buildings of the campus, it was nothing fancy but Building C was supposed to provide every necessary facility. I did not even know the name of my roommate; I only knew he would be a guy and this was enough to get me nervous.

But enough rambling about my closeted ass: we all know you click on this to read all about my sexual adventures in college. So, let's go to the point: the day I met Austin.

After a stressful night with almost 0 sleep and a quick goodbye to my parents, Ryan was the one driving me to the campus in Creepside where I would attend college. It was a Monday, right before the first day of class.

Ryan was in Med school (yeah, he was smart on top of being handsome, confident and fit) and would live with his girlfriend Mallory in Perv City during his first year of internship, a small town only one hour away from Creepside.

He dropped me off at noon, after four and a half hours of driving from our parent's house, with a tap of my shoulder and some advice. Again, he was wearing a tight t-shirt and I had to refrain myself for having dirty thoughts. I managed though; the anxiety I was feeling helped.

"Look Tyler, now it is the time to loosen up a bit ok. College is made for this. Don't do anything actually stupid... but please do some stupid things." He marked a pause.

"Experiment! Have fun! I know I did and freshman year of college was one of the best years of my life."

Was he actually telling me that I should experiment... with guys? Or maybe, he was telling me that he experimented with guys?

"If anything happens, anything at all, call me. I won't be far away. Now get out of my car, cause I'm gonna be late and Mallory won't stop talking about it!"

I smiled.

"Thanks Ryan." We got out the car and he helped me get my luggage from the trunk. "Ryan, can I ask you something, real?"

"What's up bro?" He looked a bit concerned.

"If everything goes wrong and I don't know... I mean... If this university thing or campus thing is not for me and I'm miserable, or if my roommate wants to kill me or something... I can call you and you would come get me? Right? And you would not say a thing to Mom and Dad?"

"Look, no matter what happens, at first, you will feel overwhelmed and it will be scary but in a couple of weeks, you will feel like this place is your home." He smiled.

"But to answer your question: of course, I would come get you stupid! I will never leave my little bro in trouble. But that won't be necessary. You'll see, something magical will happen here: you will grow up!"

I was still nervous but was feeling a bit better. I guess that everyone was overwhelmed and it was ok. The other students I would meet would be as disoriented as I was.

Now that I look back at these moments, I realize how lucky I was to have Ryan in my life. I feel even more guilty about the what I did to him now. But more on that later.

I said I would not digress from sex and here I am again, retelling boring conversations between me and my brother. Don't worry dear reader, the sex is coming.

I entered Building C and there were a couple of families saying goodbyes in the lobby. I could see a large living space behind the lobby with some couches and further away, some tables, but I went straight to the elevator. Some girl was actually crying. In a way, that was reassuring: some people were having it worse than me.

I took the elevator and pushed 4.

The building was pretty generic and seemed clean but was a bit underwhelming compared to the pictures on the website. Some of the paints had faded, some of the lamps did not seem to work and the smell made it obvious, especially on the fourth floor, that teenagers and young adults were living there.

Room 403 was right in the middle of the corridor on the left coming from the elevator, between 401 and 405. I already had my key so I went in. The key felt weird though, like it was not really working, but the door opened.

A handsome man was inside, lying on the bed on the right side of the room. He was stark naked, his phone in his left hand, his HUGE dick in his right hand, a look of terror on his beautiful face as I moved back to the corridor and slammed the door.

This is how I met Austin.

 

[thehottestmenxx]

More stories including the complete story of My First Year in College (24 chapters!) and the first chapters of the sequel, My First Year in Prison, as well as exclusive illustrations and bonus on Patreon: Thomas Lodge is creating Gay Erotic Stories | Patreon

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Tyler is a freshman student at Creepside College. Gay and closeted, he has some troubles controlling his urges surrounded by frat guys, sexy professors, his hot brother and most importantly, his stunning straight roommate: Austin.

As the story progresses, Tyler learns more about himself and gets closer to live his filthiest fantasies.

The story, names, and places are entirely fictional. All characters featured are above 18. Enjoy.

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My First Year in College

Chapter 2: Austin

I was nervously shaking behind the 403 door.

I was trying to reassemble my thoughts but all I could think about was this guy's hairy thighs, his abs well defined with the glorious happy trail between his V line, the huge dick between his hand, the pearls of sweat on his nipples... but then the terrorized face.

This instant when I walked on him lasted two seconds, maybe three, but this remains, to this day, one of my most striking memory.

The glimpse of Austin that I caught that day maybe the main reason that I became so obsessed with him. He was so perfect and it was so sudden that I instantly had the desire to see more, to inspect more, to enjoy more of his body.

Already, I could not remember that clearly of his dick. It seems huge but was he cut? Uncut? Did I actually see his balls or did he hide them right away? I mean his hand was covering most of it, well some of it, he was definitely very hung but I immediately took a step back to close that damn 403 door again. I was craving for more. If only I had looked for a few seconds more!

Austin opened the door. I was still standing there in shock. He was wearing some unbuttoned trousers - I could almost see some dark pubic hair - and a grey t shirt. His face was a bit red but he looked stunning.

He started talking. Good, because clearly, I could not have said a word.

"Sorry, I was taking a nap", he said casually.

A nap, sure. I remained silent.

He was no longer naked but he was still so fucking hot. This young man looked like a Hollywood actor with a jaw so lean he could break anything, including my heart. His blue eyes were mesmerizing. His dark hair were... "And you are?"

Jesus, I needed to come back to Earth.

"Oh sorry, I'm Tyler... I think this is my room."

"Oh fuck." Austin seemed to relax, understanding what had happened. "Well. I'm Austin. It is also my room. I was told that my roommate would be a certain Tyler but I did not know you were supposed to arrive now... at all!" he extended his hand.

I shook his hand starting to recompose myself a bit, but the fact that I was shaking his right hand which was on his penis 30 seconds earlier did not help to get me any cooler.

"Yeah. I am only starting class tomorrow but my parents... well, I... I thought that it would better for me to settle in before the first day."

"That makes sense."

An awkward silence ensues. Finally, Austin took the lead of the conversation again.

"We are not going to stay in the corridor all day, come in, it's your place!"

He moved away from the door. His bed was still a mess and there were some white Calvin Klein underwear right in the middle of the room. Looked like there was some stains of precum on those but maybe it was just my imagination. Surely, Austin did not take the time to put the CKs back on before putting his trousers on. His dick was right there, under his unbuttoned jeans.

We both looked at the evidence of his crime and he said:

"Ok so, maybe I will avoid taking off my underwear in the middle of the room from now on..."

He was a bit embarrassed but smiled through it. Clearly, he was not in the state of horror I would have been in if the situation were reversed.

He picked up his underwear, re-buttoned his trousers, put the underwear in one of the drawers and proceed to offer me a tour of the room. I was just trying not to be disappointed by his new resolution of keeping his underwear on at all times.

There were two beds, one on each side of the room facing the door, a large desk with a chair between the two beds with a window above it. Right beside the door, on one side there was another similar large desk, on the other side a sink with a mirror and some additional drawers. There was also a microwave and some more spaces to store clothes or school stuff. The room was nice, it was not too crowded with furniture so it seemed bigger than I thought and everything looked pretty nice in there... including Austin.

Above his bed, the poster of an NFL player was watching us. A hot muscular black guy, I could not tell you his name though.

"Look, I have already put my stuff here and chose this bed but clearly I don't care, if you want to switch."

"No that's fine." He was evidently already feeling VERY comfortable in his bed.

"I'd rather slept on this side anyway." I said putting my bags onto the bed on the left side of the room. Looking around I noticed he had brought some gaming materials and some manga. "Oh you read some Garuto?"

"A big fan, you too?!"

"Yeah! I left mines at home but I've read all the collection so far. This room is pretty cool. I was afraid it would be smaller than that."

"Yeah, I was a bit worried when I came in, the building is not as nice as they sell it. There is a lot of stuff not working in the laundry rooms and in the bathrooms but at least, our room is quite nice."

"Our" room. This sounded good. I felt more comfortable now. My roommate looked like a Greek God but he also seemed really nice.

"What do you mean by stuff not working?" I asked.

Austin invited me to leave our room and took me to the other side of the corridor, right after room 405, a door with a shower sign on it was waiting for us.

Austin opened and I saw my second naked guy of the day! Well, to be fair, this time he was wearing a towel and brushing his teeth. A bit less intense than a full jerk-off session, but still.

"Hi" the guy said, his mouth full of toothpaste. His body was not perfect but he was cute with his ginger hair and nerdy look. Besides, I was immediately drowned to his ginger pubic hair that I could see poking out of his towel...

*focus Tyler, focus*.

"Hi Gary, this is Tyler my roommate, he just arrived. I am his tour guy."

Gary shook my hand. His visible bulge under his towel getting dangerously close to me.

"Hi, I'm a sophomore but most of the people on this floor are freshmen. Welcome to your palace!" He spat in the sink. "I'm also the R.A. of this floor so please do not break anything -- there's already enough of that -- and don't drink -- at least not in communal spaces." He winked at me.

There were 3 urinals right beside the door on the left, in front of the sinks where Gary was brushing his teeth. Besides the mirrors, there were three stalls, looked like toilets and in front of these stalls, some showers.

The shower stalls were supposed to be private but on the 4 showers available, 1 was completely missing a door and the other one was obstructed by a sign which said "NOT TO USE."

Gary explained: "This shower stall is supposed to be fixed since I got here, if you try to use it, good luck! There is not a single drop of water coming out the drain but you'll have the pleasure to be washed up with a lot of brown smelly dirt... Probably the shit coming from the 5th floor's toilets!" Austin and I looked at each other in disgust. "We used to prank new arrivals with it but see, I'm nice, I'm warning you!".

Gary smiled and continued: "We spent all of last year with 3 showers available for the 12 guys of this floor, I'm telling you, sometimes it gets crowded in here. Normally at this time of the day, it is quiet though..."

Immediately, images of naked young and fit college guys fighting to access a shower popped in my head.

"Sorry for the disturbance" I said. I did not want to make Gary uncomfortable.

Clearly, my concerns were misplaced. Gary went towards one of the urinals and took his towel off so that he could pee. He did not seem to mind being naked at all as he continued to talk, while using the urinal.

Thanks to this move, I had a perfect view of a superb peachy and hairy ass - yeap, he did have some ginger hair right between his cheeks as well -. *do no get hard Tyler, do not get hard* "That's fine guys. I'm in 401 and my roommate is not here yet, so at least I got some intimacy in my room."

Gary did not have the Abercrombie and Fitch body type but he was so at ease with wandering around naked, it was hard not to notice him and not to want him... Or maybe, it was just me? He was also kind of hairy for a guy, well a man, of his age... His pale ginger hair on his white skin made me want to caress him... and...

*For the love of God, FOCUS TYLER!*

"Yeah... I guess I'll have to get used to sharing my intimacy, it's the first time I have a roommate." Replied Austin.

I instantly thought of my hot roommate, jerking off his meaty cock, and I felt my own dick getting hard. This bare ass in front of me, the thought of Austin beating his cock off... I had to calm down.

Gary put back his towel on before facing us and got out of the bathroom. I have no idea what he was saying when he left. At this point, I was just trying to recompose myself. I even did my best not to try to catch a glimpse of his cock while he was readjusting. This was killing me.

Although, those guys were not done teasing me as Austin said:

"I'm going to take a leak while we're here. You want to go visit the campus and take a bite then?"

A bite? A bite of what? His cock? His ass? Yes, Sir! He started unbuttoning his pants which I knew for sure would not reveal any underwear -- I was getting so hard and I was afraid it would show - Austin turned to the urinal...

"Well, yes for sure. I..."

Without finishing my sentence, I practically ran to a toilet stall. Fuck. My dick was now hard as a rock. How could I be so horny and nervous at the same time? A few seconds later, I realized I must have looked weird, running to the stall while he was taking a piss and regretted my move. He probably thought I have diarreha or something... Great!

I managed to calm down, had a piss on my own, and when I got out, Austin was no longer in the bathroom.

I went back to room 403 - and knocked this time. He said "can you just wait 10 seconds I'm changing?"

Why the fuck did I knock? The things I could have seen...

When he opened back the door, he was still wearing the same clothes... I guess by changing, he meant that he did not intend to stay commando all day.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

I was.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

More stories including the complete story of My First Year in College (24 chapters!) and the first chapters of the sequel, My First Year in Prison, as well as exclusive illustrations and bonus on Patreon: Thomas Lodge is creating Gay Erotic Stories | Patreon

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Tyler is a freshman student at Creepside College. Gay and closeted, he has some troubles controlling his urges surrounded by frat guys, sexy professors, his hot brother and most importantly, his stunning straight roommate: Austin.

As the story progresses, Tyler learns more about himself and gets closer to live his filthiest fantasies.

The story, names, and places are entirely fictional. All characters featured are above 18. Enjoy.

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My First Year in College

Chapter 3: Nightgown

Austin and I pretty much spent the whole afternoon and first evening on campus together.

The site was so vast that it took me several days to find my ways around it. I had rarely a class in common with Austin who wanted to major in sciences. I learnt a lot about him on the first day, he was always more talkative than I was.

I was reassured that he seemed like a genuine nice guy. We did have a share passion for manga and video games which helped breaking the ice. However, very quickly, there was no doubt on his heterosexuality as his main topic of conversation revolved around the hotness of the girls who were passing by us.

He was not a jerk about it as some of the college kids are but still, our first day was filled with "wow, have you seen this one?", "damn, that girl knows how to wear a pair of jeans", or "I would leave my entire family and settle on planet Mars if this is what it takes to get in bed with that woman!"

I mostly nodded. When I felt like he might think that I was no sufficiently interested in girls, I would add a comment: "and have you seen her friend? She was hot too!" Then he would say: "perfect, if you prefer her friend, you can take the brunette and I'll take the blond."

In reality, the only hot thing I was interested in was Austin's vein running though his contracted biceps and his hard nipples peeking through the tight and sweaty grey t-shirt he was wearing. But this, he did not need to know.

On the first evening, the students from Building C gathered in the living space and everyone got a chance to meet.

Building C welcomed 48 students, first floor was the nicest with a large space to chill with sofas, couches, nice rugs, and a big TV. Right beside the lounge area was a dining room that felt like a high school cafeteria filled with tables and chairs. Laundry room was in the basement and some guys had installed a couple of gym equipment there with a few halters on the floor and a punching ball.

Second and third floors were welcoming girls, fourth and fifth, guys. That was only the theory though, as throughout the year, a lot of people switched rooms and floors to get with their current girlfriends or boyfriends, more or less officially.

From the first night, Austin did get a lot of attention, especially from one attractive blond girl, who purposely sat next to him on the sofa. She seemed to find Austin hi-la-ri-ous.

Between you and I, Austin was hot but he was not that funny.

The evening was going well until one of the guys from the fifth floor started to ask if anyone had already done some various sexual acts... It was all nice and fun until we came to the gay stuff and I felt myself blushing. The blond hottie who was chatting with Austin said she already French kissed her girlfriend.

Austin jokingly replied that: "obviously, I had to jerk my mate off once or twice after football practice!" "It's just common courtesy!" "said another hot guy, grinning.

That guy name was Henry, he was black and one of the tallest and fittest guys of the group. He was wearing a golden earing and seemed to be constantly smiling or laughing. Henry looked more like a 30 years old than a 19 years old and my eyes kept on moving slightly towards his big ass, or alternatively towards his bulge, clearly showing, even through his jeans.

After a while, we went back to our respective dorms and Austin could not stop talking about Ashley, the blondie.

The main question of the night remained: Was he kidding when he talked about jerking off his teammates in the locker room? Maybe he was joking but, in my mind, I could picture very clearly Austin grabbing two of his mates' cocks, jerking them both at the same time, while himself was handled by a fourth guy, on his knees, licking his balls and jerking his huge dick producing a large amount of precum. I must admit, in that fantasy, that fourth guy was me.

We were about to go to bed when I started to get anxious again. I had brought some pajamas but would that be too nerdy? What exactly is the appropriate outfit to wear when you sleep in the same room as a guy you have just met? A nightgown maybe? I smiled to myself.

Austin did not seem bothered at all.

He took off his shirt, sneakers, and socks only seconds after coming back to our room, and started brushing his teeth shirtless while checking himself out in the mirror. Should I start by licking the bottom of his feet, directly sucking his toes, or go for the slightly hairy nipples first?

To understand the creepy behavior that I would showcase later on, you have to visualize how much Austin's chest was insane. Nobody in my high school had a body like that. Austin was not kidding with his football practice and his upper body was the closest thing I had seen to a work of art. He was lean, athletic, and got black hair in all the right places: just around the nipples, right between his v line (oh.... That treasure trail...), and those pits.... I could have drowned in those! The guy was merely impossible to resist.

I had met a lot of hot guys during my first day on campus but no one compared to Austin. I really did get the best one!

See my problem dear reader: how I treated him like a collection object already? I did not "get" the best one, i did not "get" anything at all. Just a new way of torturing myself with a straight guy I could never have.

I quickly changed my shirt for a tank top, and changed my jeans for a pair of grey pajamas. No nightgown in sight but the perfect virgin look...

On his side, Austin simply threw his jeans on his chair and went to bed still wearing his white Calvin Klein underwear. I could not resist to catch a glimpse of his bulge while he was rearranging his bed and damn it, it was actually huge, poking very clearly through the fabric. That confirmed what I saw when we first met: Austin's dick was way above average. Also, some pee and/or precum stains were still visible right near the head of his cock.

Please Lord, let me clean that up with my tongue. I promise that I would do an excellent job.

Austin would sleep in his undies and I would slip in my pajamas like the uncomfortable nerd I was. Austin did not make any comment though.

We forgot to close the window blinds and thankfully, the moonlight was making it possible to have a good view of the room... and of my roommate.

I must have drifted off cause when I looked back at Austin in the middle of the night, he was no longer fully under the covers, and was no longer wearing his while CKs either. Still no nightgown though. He was wearing more ample and longer underwear -- probably to give his dick and balls more freedom. They surely needed some space!

His new pair of underwear, featuring ridiculous yellow ducks on a sky-blue font, was semi hidden by the blankets. One of his leg and his right foot were coming out of the covers.

All of his being looked delicious. I had to refrain from crawling towards him and start licking his body off. I would have started from his toes and find my way up to his crotch. The room was hot and he was sweating a bit.

Sure, the bulge in the Calvin Klein was nice but the possibility of anything slipping out of the looser underwear was much higher, consequently, I was plenty satisfied with this choice of clothing. Although, that also meant that I could not sleep at all that night. What if I missed the moment where Austin's dick would finally be fully visible? I just could not risk it. I had to keep my eyes open.

Austin was sleeping quietly, sometimes snoring a bit. Every time he would make the slightest move, I would stop my breathing hoping that the underwear would position itself in a way that would make me see everything, or at least something, anything...

Pray the Lord I get to see the tip of that monster cock.

After 40 minutes, maybe an hour, he turned back to sleep on his chest. The underwear did move a bit, sliding in his crack, and his ass, paler than the rest of his body, was almost showing completely, tempting me. I could even see some hair coming from his ass crack at the edge of his underwear. Appetizing.

I somehow drifted back into sleep and when I opened my eyes, just a few hours later, daylight was giving me a much better view of Austin. And what a view!

A full tent had formed in his loose underwear. His morning boner was fucking majestic! Now that I had a clearer sight of his anatomy, I was certain that his erected dick was at least 8 inches. Crazy! Austin looked rock hard under his pants. That was not surprising. After all and because of my unexpected arrival, the guy had not been able to cum the day before and obviously, tension had been building up in those teenager balls.

How many dreams did he have about Ashley? Was he currently thinking of fucking her? In the ass maybe? Maybe he was more interested in her wet pussy? Or her mouth... wide open? I would open mine... I would push myself and try to swallow it all, until my nose would touch his pubic hair... I would struggle with such a huge cock... But I would deep-throat Austin until I choke and cry my eyes out. He deserved that.

I lurked at his underwear merely hiding his huge dick, fully erected, for maybe an hour. I was enjoying every little throb. His right hand sometimes would come near it, sometimes the cover would hide most of the view. At some point, I thought he was about to start jerking off as his hand came dangerously close to go inside his pants but he was still sleeping. At most, he scratched his pubic area a bit... Still, this was more erotic and arousing than any porn I had ever watched. I could see pearls of sweat on his abs and then again, a hard throb, like a dangerous snake alive in his pants. Wow, what the hell was is dreaming about?

I was still deeply staring at his XXL bulge when I heard a horrifying:

"Mornin' my friend".

My face got instantly red. Fuck, I would have to learn to play it cool. I pretended to still be half asleep:

"Hi mate... you awake?"

"Yeah well, I guess. We are having a conversation." He said jokingly.

Ashley was right, Austin was hilarious...

I semi-laughed. Austin was now fully under the covers, except for his arm placed behind his head, making his biceps so fucking big and giving me the perfect view of his armpits. Between the dick and the armpits, it was hard to say what I was craving more. To be honest, I could have settled for every inch of Austin's body he would have let me have.

"I think I'm gonna take my shower now." He got up, his tent had disappeared but I could still see some sort of a bulge, even in that ample underwear.

He casually put his hands in his boxer and scratched his balls, looking at me. I was hypnotized. As his hand reached for his balls, I got a full view of his black pubic hair.

"Wanna join?"

Wait, did he just invite me to have a shower with him?! Sad truth is: I was so hard at that point I could not possibly get up without him noticing.

"Hmmm, I think I'll still try to sleep some more and go behind you."

"Behind me! Ahah, you cheeky man!"

Fuck. Why would he say that? He did just make a joke on the fact that I was gay right? Or maybe it was just friendly banter between bros? Did he catch me lurking during the night?

Austin grabbed his towel, took some clothes from a drawer, bending over to reach them, and head out. I was instantly regretting my persistent looks. Why did I need to be such a perv? Could not I have left a hot straight man alone?! I could still feel my precum in my pajamas. What a creep. My thirst for Austin was literally leaking out of my dick!

Austin went back in the room only a few minutes later, still wet from his shower, fully naked and only wrapped up in his towel:

"Sorry, impossible to change in there, someone was having a shit and two other guys were fighting for a shower stall. You mind if I change here?"

I did not mind. AT ALL.

"No, go ahead."

"Don't look at my ass though, you freak", he smiled.

"Ahah..." I turned around to face the wall, he spoke again and seemed surprised.

"Dude, that's fine. I mean, I don't care! You don't have to actually turn around."

Was I supposed to purposely look at him now? Fuck. What the hell are we supposed to do in those situations? I should have gotten some advice on "banters between straight guys" before this!

"No that's ok, I'll give you some privacy.... But what you just told about the bathroom makes me not want to go!"

"Well, yeah, it will probably smell like shit but dude, you cannot not shower for your first day of class!"

I turned around as he was finishing dressing up and putting some deodorant on his pits. Damn, he was so attractive. And he was also right. I needed to shower. I got up and headed to the bathroom myself.

At first, it seemed empty but I heard someone showering in the first stall. The second one had the door removed, but the third stall seemed available. I entered and start pissing in the shower drain. To this day, the first piss in the shower in the morning is still one of my favorite feelings. There was some precum in the mix, consequences of the night I had just had.

I heard the other guy coming out of his stall as I was starting getting hard again, rethinking about Austin's bulge. I could write a book about that bulge.

Wait... I literally am writing a book dedicated to that bulge!

I needed to have a wank or I could never survive this day.

Still hard, I started to touch my dick slowly. I was now picturing myself sharing the same bed as Austin, kissing his lips, touching his hard cock through his underpants. I started to jerk off more intensely when another guy entered the bathroom and the two students started having a conversation. It stopped my jerking off session, they were talking about their class.

I think that one of them was Henry, the sexy and tall black guy I had met the night before, the other one I could not recognize. They were both changing in front of each other - I could hear them joking about the size of their respective junks. Apparently, Henry was HUGE.

That year was going to be "hard", in every sense of the word, for poor closeted Tyler.

The water was getting cold and I needed to get out. I dried myself a bit with my towel and put my boxers on before going out of the stall.

Henry was only wearing a red short, showcasing his muscular and smooth body, almost perfectly shaven, and the other guy was trimming his beard in front of the sink, only wearing a towel. I did not know his name; he was quite fit as well, - not as big as Austin or Henry though -- but his towel was so low I could actually see the beginning of his bush as well as his hairy ass crack.


Fuck me. I felt my dick twitching right away.

"Hi dude, first time in the communal showers?" He said in a cocky tone. He was visibly very comfortable with himself.

"Hi guys, Hi Henry, not too hangover from last night? Yeah, a lot of first times for me this week."

"I feel great", said Henry, rubbing some lotion over his muscular chest.

"I'm Martin", said the new guy. He was probably the hairiest guy in campus. He was scratching his ass through the towel while talking to me.

This was already all too much for my poor virgin self. I knew I needed to escape the situation.

"I'm Tyler... I.... Nice to meet you". I fought not to stare but those two guys were way too hot. "I'm already late for class so... I .... I'll just go change in my room, see ya!"

I had to flee as I would definitely get a boner if I were to look at these guys any longer. Maybe my awkwardness was even more telling than a full hard on to assess my sexual orientation though.

While I was going back to room 403, I started to count the number of guys I had seen barely naked or totally naked in the last 24 hours. For a second, my guilty conscience shut up and I started to smile.

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My First Year in College

Chapter 4: Birth Marks

The first day of class was not very memorable.

To be honest, I could not tell you which class I took that Tuesday or which professor I met, but I could tell you with certainty that Austin was sweaty when he came back to our room and that he removed his blue sweatshirt instantly as he sat on his bed. Selective memory, I guess.

Austin seemed tired after a long day and told me a bit about the different people he had met. On my side, I don't remember talking to anyone in particular...

He was laying back on his bed, his arms behind his head, displaying once again the perfection of his biceps and armpits glistening with sweat. He told me he had registered for the Football try outs and I promised him that I would try to get into Tennis class.

I was thinking that Henry, the sexy black guy who was part of the Football team, would soon find out if the jerk-off stories that Austin had been joking about were true.

Austin went to shower before we head out to dinner.

I noticed that he had left his dirty white Calvin Klein underwear behind him. The boxers were right under his bed. I knew from the day before that they had been stained with precum.

I have no idea what came over me but I simply could not resist. With my heart beating fast, I reached out to the filthy pair of underwear and immediately stuck them to my nose, inhaling the scent. I had never done that before; In this moment, I NEEDED to smell those briefs. To lick them. To worship them. Austin's residue of precum was on my tongue and that felt right. It was like the first taste of a new addictive drug. I knew it was bad for me but it was too good to turn away.

My dick was getting hard but I had not lost my complete mind. What if Austin came back? I had to resist and refrain myself from jerking off.

I leaned against the door to limit the risks of Austin entering the room unannounced and almost choked myself with the boxer briefs. I knew that I had not much time and I had to inhale as much odor of my roommate's balls as I could. I licked them some more. I felt like an animal. I was an animal. My own precum was licking in my underwear, I was not even touching my dick.

Then, I realized that my saliva had left some very distinct stains on the fabric. Fuck. Maybe I did lose my complete mind. How did I not think about that?

Starting to panic, I put the briefs back where I found them, hoping Austin would not notice anything. I was shaking and sat on my bed.

When he came back in the room about fifteen minutes later, I was pretending to read the notes I had taken during the day. I was surprised to notice that Austin was already dressed up. He was wearing a black shirt and had put some perfume on.

I realize how pathetic this is now but at the time, I was constantly questioning how my own behavior was affecting his. Was he now getting dressed in the bathroom because he noticed that I was staring? Or did he think I was actually uncomfortable with it and wanted to respect that? But then, why would he go shirtless and be so fucking sexy most of the time? Leaving his naughty underwear behind? Sometimes, I did think he was trying to arouse me.

More realistically, Austin - contrary to what I was I was doing with him - was not always thinking about me and did not change his behaviours depending on my silly reactions. He was just living his life.

While we were descending to the first floor to join the rest of the students who were eating inside, Austin casually mentioned he had plans to have dinner with Ashley.

That bitch, I thought, full of jealousy already.

I told him I did not want to mess up his date but he insisted that I tagged along, as precisely, he wanted me to be there in case it would be too awkward.

I guess Austin did not get the memo about me being the definition of awkwardness.

We sat with Ashley, one of her girlfriends, and Gary, our favorite ginger neighbour.

To be fair, Ashley was not a bitch at all and was even pretty funny. She was not pretending to be that perfect student girl with the photoshoped Instagram pictures and idealized life. On the contrary, she was happy to share tales of her worst embarrassing moments, including the first time she had sex.

This, I remember because her anecdote was one of the best I have heard when it comes to tales of "losing one virginity". The guy who was fucking her for the very first time literally called her "mummy", right in the middle of the act. When he apologized before going home, he repeated the same mistake with a "sorry about earlier, mom". Ashley was imitating that poor guy so well that we asked her to redo the line a couple of time.

The five of us ended up spending the evening together, playing cards and talking about our life in high school. Was I actually making friends? Who would have thought?

When we got back to our room, Austin asked me if I had noticed the way Janice was looking at me and what I intended my next move to be.

Janice was Ashley's friend, with whom I just spent roughly 5 hours, but as Austin asked me this question while he was painfully and slowly getting his trousers off, I forgot who Janice was for a few seconds. His bulge, and then his muscular thighs, were on the way, preventing the tight jeans to go down easily. Wait... What was Austin question again? Janice, right!

"I don't know about Janice. I'm not sure she's interested... But Ashley definitely is. I mean, it is damn clear that her cleavage was worn just for you."

"Oh! Fuck man, don't talk to me about that cleavage! I'm going to have a hard on again before going to sleep!" he laughed.

I laughed too, pretending that I was not at all aroused by this comment and the thought of another night of "Dick Sighting". Austin was now wearing only his underwear, grey that time, and the bulge was more apparent than ever, just below his treasure trail. I tried not to drool.

"You don't go to bed?" he asked me.

"What do you mean? Of course, I'm going to bed. I'm not going to the stores at 1am!"

"Well, why don't you get undress then?"

Touché.

"Oh... I mean..."

I was about to say something vague, to find a good excuse, but for once, I chose to be sincere, I felt good with Austin: "To be honest, I'm not super comfortable with my body... I'm not as fit as you are and..."

Austin got closer to me. We were both standing in the middle of the room. He had never been that close actually. I could have touched him. He looked concerned.

"Man, you are 18. You are in college. We are going to spend a full year together in this room. If you feel like you have to hide away every time you are shirtless, you are going to be miserable. And to be honest, this is going to be uncomfortable for me as well because I don't intend to do the same."

I felt a bit taken aback.

"Sorry man..."

"Don't apologize. I'm not saying that for you to apologize but I'm just saying: man, you look good, you have no reason to be shy and more importantly, I don't give a shit what you look like anyway! This is just us here, we're both men. What do you think, that I'm going to make fun of you? Because you don't play football every 2 days and don't have enough abs or something?"

"No, of course not..."

"And don't get me wrong, I'm insecure about my body too, I don't think my body is where it should be at and I work every day to get there. So, either you get comfortable with yourself, either I'm taking you to the gym every day to fix that!"

He flexed his biceps to make his point. I must say it was a nice touch to convince me.

Still, this was the first real conversation that we ever had and it was about one of my biggest insecurities. I sat down on the bed.

"First of all, Austin, there is no way in hell you can be insecure about your body, you look like you come straight from a cover of Men's Health. Second of all, you're right. But please, can we not make a big deal out of it? It makes it even more complicated for me if we do a whole thing about me having my shirt on or off..."

He seemed to realize he had gone a bit too strong and sat on his own bed. His blue eyes staring in mine.

"Yeah, I get that... Sorry. I did not mean to cross a line. This is just my style with my bros. Blunt honesty. Do whatever you feel comfortable with, just know that you can be yourself around here. No judgement."

I smiled. I was "his bro".

He continued:

"And as for my insecurities, have you seen those birth marks..."

He stood up again and turned around to show me a brown mark just above his grey boxer on his back.

"You mean, that brown mark... Yeah I see it now, I have not noticed before."

"Well... I am very self-conscious about them..."

"There is only one."

Austin took me by surprise and slid down his boxer to fully expose his right cheek to me.

FUCK. As the teens would say nowadays: I was shook.

Again, I had to fight to remain calm and not get hard. That pale and slightly hairy bubble butt was too perfect for me to handle.

"Oh. Yeah, I see them now, there are two smaller ones here... Nice ass man by the way!"

I said playfully, trying to look like we were having some straight bros fun... I was not very good at this but he laughed.

Remaining in this tempting position, his ass right in front of my eyes, he continued: "I'm betting on the fact that if my abs and V lines are defined enough, people won't get distracted by those stupid birth marks."

At this point, just like when I had jumped at his used underwear a few hours before, I could not control myself and I slapped his juicy ass. It was like my hand moved without my consent nor control.

For a second, I thought this was the end of it all but Austin busted out in laughter: "What the fuck ty?! Could you leave my butt alone?"

"Sorry bro, you deserved this! You are talking no sense about these birth marks! I had to stop you" I responded jokingly.

Austin did not seem bother at all by the slap and he was now trying to get a good look at his birth marks in the mirror, twitching his body so he could see his own ass in the reflection. His underwear was still hanging very low and, on the front, I could see his pubic hair and even the top of his penis. Just a few inches lower and I would have a full view. Maybe a wrong move and the underwear would slide down even more... I was mesmerized but tried to focus back on the conversation.

"Dude, you look fine... Who cares about three birth marks? And you were right about getting more comfortable. I was too hot last night anyway" (in more way than one).

I took off my t-shirt and my jeans and ended up in boxers, in front of him. To this day, I have no idea how I managed not getting hard in this moment.

He continued to look at himself for a bit, clearly checking his ass, and then readjusted his boxers. His dick was still bulging, it was like he was constantly in the state of a semi erection.

"Good. Let's close the window blinds this time, it woke me up last night." He said.

I was a bit disappointed. Did we really need to close the blinds? I had a show that I wanted to watch.

Thankfully, I realized that night - and the ones afterwards - that the blinds did not permit to have the room in full darkness and I could still have a nice view of my roommate sleeping... and of his daily morning woods.

I went to sleep with the image of beautiful birth marks in my mind.

I was becoming more and more obsessed with that man and my boxers would, once again, be filled with precum when I woke up the next day.

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My First Year in College

Chapter 5: Geyser, Shower and Semen

I kept my promise to Austin and enrolled in the Tennis club of the campus. People there were all bulkier than I was but I was not bad at the sport and it allowed me to have my own thing going on, apart from my growing obsession for my roommate.

You have guessed it, the days went by and my crush for Austin kept on growing stronger. More than once, I could catch a glimpse of his ass, his bulge, or even a part of his dick when he was using the urinal next to mine. And every time, it got me to the edge.

I had been on campus for four days and I had still not cummed since my arrival! The last time I had waited that long must have been when I was sick with the flu, and back then, I was not sharing my room with a hot college student, barely naked most of the time. At this point, I was feeling like my balls were literally about to explode.

Apparently, Austin was feeling the same way.

That fourth night, I heard something moving in the bed next to me. My perv instincts immediately kicked in. Under the covers, Austin was jerking his big dick off. A first for my nightly lurking.

His face was the only thing out of the covers - sadly-, his eyes were closed, but from his breathing and movements under the sheets, he was, without a doubt, caressing himself. I could see his hand, wait no, his two hands (!!) going back and forth under the blankets, more and more intensely.

My dick became instantly hard and even poked out of my own underwear.

For Austin, it must have been days as well... If the amount of cum and tension building up in his balls were, in any way, near mine, he would cum like a fucking geyser and spray the whole room with his semen. I would not have minded. Maybe I would be lucky enough to catch it directly into my mouth. I licked my lips at that thought.

I guess he was thinking about Ashley. I kept my eyes closed (well, most of the time) but I listened carefully to his breathing, his rhythm... This lasted for about 10 minutes and finally, I heard a very subtle moan and the movement stopped.

A few seconds later, Austin got up from his bed, naked. I was looking at his back and I noticed again the birth marks on his ass as he was picking up some tissues of the floor and fixing himself. His chest must have been covered in cum because he was using multiple tissues. Even from this angle and in the darkness of the room, I could see a glimpse of his now soft cock hanging out... That man was hung like a horse and my craving for his juice almost got me to jump at him, right there.

I was not really into recycling and did not care that much about the environment, however, I could not tolerate this waste of perfectly consumable semen.

He put some underwear back on before getting out of the room. I guess he needed to pee or to shower and relax after that much effort.

Clearly, this whole situation got me horny as well and my cock was fully erected the whole time. Already dripping with precum, leaking from my dickhead to my balls.

Only seconds after he got out, I was beating my dick like never before. The jerk off session did not last long though. In less than a minute, a crazy amount of cum had poured out of my cock to wet my entire chest... and my face... and the walls behind me!

Fuck. I simply could not control it.

You have to understand, it had been 4 days and I was aroused almost 24/7 since I had arrived on campus! I cleaned my big mess with what I could, including eating my own cum out of my hands, - I always liked the taste - and I was pretending to sleep when Austin came back.

Thankfully the room was in the dark, otherwise stains of cum would have shown everywhere.

I was certain that this amount of jeez had created a smell in the room and that Austin would notice. But even if he did, he may think it was his own cum... He went back to sleep, unaware of the shared experience we had just had and I watched him sleep peacefully before drifting off myself.

The next morning, we went to the bathroom together for the first time.

When we arrived, Ginger Gary was there, fully naked, taking a piss in the urinals.

This sight would be enough to make me hard but thankfully, the release I had gotten a few hours prior made me more able to control my urges.

Gary turned around and faced us, his cut dick in full display. Decent size. Freakishly hot. Gary was not the sexiest or fittest boy of the Campus but I envied his confidence. I also envied his cock. Without any second thought, I would have swallowed it entirely to clean it out, right after that piss he just had.

*Damn Tyler, focus!*

"Hi 403 boys! How is it going this beautiful morning?"

"Put that thing away Gary, I don't want to puke before breakfast!" Austin joked, pointing at Gary's cock.

"Come on, we all have seen some dicks around here! I mean, you do have dicks guys, right??" Gary pretended to be seriously concerned. "Should I ask for you to be transferred to the third floor with the other girls?"

Austin did not respond. At least, not with his words. Instead, he took off his underwear and proudly showed his cock to Gary.

I definitely was not expecting that.

*Now you REALLY need to focus Tyler because this is really happening and you cannot cum your load in front of these guys!*

"I think I definitely have one! See!"

I could not see it, Austin was in front of me and I only had views on his muscular butt and the now notorious birth marks. Fuck Gary who had first row on this private show.

"And a big nice one Sir! I am impressed." Gary laughed. "Tyler, how can you sleep with such a Monster in your room?! Must be dangerous!"

Austin pulled back his pants. I remained silent as I did not know how to react. I was too focused on keeping my dick soft. The guys did not push me, they were nice enough to understand that I would not be comfortable to pull out the same trick or discuss Austin's genitals.

Gary, still stark naked, went back to washing his hands as if nothing had happened but we still had one problem to solve: shower 1 was occupied meaning that either Austin or I would have to use door-less shower 2.

Austin told me:

"Take the one with the door Ty, I'm happy to show off a bit more. Gary needs to learn what a real man's dick look like."

"Well, I guess I let you have your fun guys! I'll take the thirst stall, hmmm," I freezed. "I mean, I'll take the third stall!" They laughed. I laughed too. I wanted to bury myself in the grounds.

*Sure, Tyler, everything is fine, no one is noticing that you are incredibly aroused and thirsty right now... maybe just stop actually saying the word "thirst"!!*

Gary walked up towards the center of the bathroom and started to dry himself up, focusing on his ass, almost spreading his cheeks. Or maybe it was just my lust talking? I swore I could have seen his open pink asshole. I started to get hard and jumped into the third stall. At the same moment, I heard Austin in the shower next to mine, turning the water on.

I was fully hard now. Picturing him besides me. I could not resist touching myself... again. Did my balls really have some more semen to release after last night? I was imagining my perfect adonis, fully naked, exposing himself proudly to the whole room, just behind that wall between us...

But I could do more than picturing him.

If I got out of the shower before Austin, I could finally see him, completely naked. The mirrors above the sinks allowed us to see right in the doorless second stall from a certain angle. Should I try? The show offered to Gary would be now performed for me too. One part of my brain was screaming at me to calm down, to respect my friend's privacy, the other part of my brain, the one that seemed to always win, was telling me all about Austin's wet, naked and soapy body...

I had to try to see more.

I came out of the shower wearing just my towel for once and looked quickly at my right, I very briefly saw that he was still showering but I focused on my goal: the mirrors. I could not look at him directly. I was horny but I needed to be careful, I could not ruin this by being too obvious. Once in front of the mirrors, I took a good look in the perfect angle and finally I saw...

...

...Martin!

The hairy guy, showering in the second stall, completely naked, fully exposing his fat uncut dick and his bush, actually putting some soap on his balls at the moment when I started looking.

Then, something else caught my eye in the mirror, Austin was actually right behind me, wrapped in his own towel, drying off near the urinals. Fuck, he definitely caught me looking at Martin's reflection!

Austin came near me to brush his teeth, still in his towel. I did the same. Martin was kind of humming in his shower and another guy entered to use the toilets. I had to do something to divert Austin's attention from my constant staring but I was, once again, totally paralyzed. I mumbled something about the fact that the weather was still very nice... It was pathetic, Austin did not respond.

At least, my fear of being caught checking guys out by Austin had calmed me down, I was no longer hard.

Martin came out of the shower, walked towards us confidently, his flaccid but large dick bouncing around. Why all the men in the fourth floor had to be so hot?!

"You are going to the party tonight?"

"Yes definitely." Said Austin while he was spitting his tooth paste in the sink.

"I'm not surprised", Martin replied, "Ashley will be there!" He winked.

"And Janice too", Austin said to my attention.

"I feel like every single student will be there" I deflected. "But yeah, I'll definitely be there too!"

"Cool!"

The conversation did not stop there but I could not listen anymore as Austin, right beside me, took off his towel to change into his underwear. Martin was still fully naked on my left, but Austin was now in the nude on my right.

If there is a paradise, I am convinced that the first thing you see there is Austin taking off his towel to show off his semi wet body, just a few inches away from you.

Right there, just next to my right hand, I could finally have a full and clear view of his big, long, meaty, uncut cock. It was the most stunning thing I had ever seen in my life.

I have dated my fair share of guys since my freshman year in college but no dick has ever compared to Austin's tool.

If I could have become his slave, his sexual toy, his thing, right there, at that moment, I would have. If he had asked me to kill someone, to shave my head, to burn my skin, I would have, just to keep this sight last a few seconds longer. His balls were hairy but we could see that he was trimming them a bit (just not lately) and his long uncut dick was one that we usually only see in Porn. Hard, this penis would certainly destroy you.

It was almost abnormal to see such a big piece of meat on a white guy, Austin passed his towel on his cock to dry it off. The snake moves with the towel. He took his time, rubbed the towel on his balls. The show was flawless. 5 stars out of 5. It was so fucking inviting. Was it a semi? Could a flaccid dick be THAT big?

Eventually, he put some underwear on. I was barely managing to hide my hard on, I pressed myself against the sink.

Please, let's all give Austin a round of applause for this outstanding performance. The show was worth the wait. Martin, as a second role was perfect too. I could not wait for the sequel! If only I knew back then that so much more were to come!

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My First Year in College

Chapter 6: Professor Fletcher and Mr Finnigan

The next Friday stands up in my memory as it was the day I first met two of the men who would turn out to be quite significant in my sex life: Professor Fletcher and Tobias Finnigan.

I was introduced to the former when I attended my first "Introduction to Constitutional Laws" class.

I first saw him from behind and I immediately noticed his muscular features and his big ass, perfectly squeezed in some fancy black tailor-made pants. "Daddy Fletcher" was wearing a Ralph Lauren white shirt, and when he turned around, his nipples were visible through the fabric. What kind of College professor has these kind of pecs? The good kind, if you want my opinion.

He had a trimmed black beard and was wearing glasses. You could tell he was the type of man who liked to take care of himself and dress nicely. From his feet (huge by the way) to his hair, he looked sharp during that first day of class and during all the classes which came afterwards.

He must have been around 40 at the time of this story: old enough to be your Daddy, but young enough to fuck you hard on a kitchen counter. If you begged politely.

I must admit that, for once, I took a sit in one of the first rows to get a better view... And I am not talking about the board.

In my defense, I was not the only one fascinating by his ass as I overheard some girls behind me giggling about Professor Fletcher's buttocks. There is something magical about a beautiful big butt in suit pants.

Those dumb girls. Joking around but certainly not capable of pleasuring this man. As if they would have properly rimmed him. Tongue deep inside his asshole. Inhaling his manly scents. Eating him out. I know I would have... And spoiler alert... I actually did! But more on that later.

That evening, all the cool people in campus were preparing for the first big party of the year. Obviously, Austin had been invited and I was basically able to go as his +1.

The event was organized by the most popular frat house of CreepSide College, they were called "the ALPHAS".

Subtle, I know.

The entire football team was part of the frat and other guys, deemed "alpha" enough, had been authorized to join. As if they could not be more cliché, the captain of the college football team, Tobias Finnigan, was also the leader of the fraternity.

The party was happening in a big house a 20 minutes ride away from campus. The house offered some large rooms to party in as well as some more intimate spaces to, let's say, get to know each other on a deeper level. The place also had a pool and we were all strongly invited to bring our swimsuits. We were also promised a lot of alcohols and a DJ.

I was as petrified as I was excited to get there.

We went as a group with Austin, Ashley and Janice. Janice would drive us as she did not intend to drink. Austin and Ashley definitely were. We ended up also taking Martin with us as we were all departing from Building C. I realized it was one of the rare occasions I actually saw Martin with some clothes on. The hunk was part of the football team and I would mostly run into him naked in the dorm shared bathroom. But even when he attended a party, Martin would only wear tank top and shorts, he definitely loved to show off.

Henry was also part of the Football team and duly invited but he had to see his parents this weekend. Gary was not invited but did not seem to care.

As soon as we arrived at the event, I could feel some tension and excitement in the air. Everyone was trying to act cool but among the freshmen, every student seemed to be waiting for a signal to get wild.

Austin did not seem to bother and immediately took a beer as he went towards a Latino guy that he recognized from football try out. He introduced us to Luis but as the conversation progressed, all I could feel was deep social anxiety. Ten minutes later, I was excluded from an intense football discussion that Martin, Austin, and two other guys were now having while Janice and Ashley were chatting among themselves.

Why could not I enjoy these types of festivities? Everyone else seemed to have a great time but I was constantly afraid of doing something wrong...

I went to get some beers in the kitchen, trying to relax for a few minutes. I was feeling a bit better. As the place was getting crowded, I could not find back Austin and the rest of the group. Although, I did see half of the football team running around in swimsuits, getting outside to jump in the pool.

I followed them. Probably my gay instinct was screaming at me to "go after the naked fit guys!". At least ten of the frat guys were already in the pool, getting their muscular bodies wet and showing off to the rest of the party.

A different group was having drinks nearby the pool, and two of the men were actually holding hands. Ok, the "gays" were there too! My life would have been so much easier if I just walked towards them and said "hey guys, I'm a raging homosexual myself and I'm looking for friends... or for hook-ups... anyone interested"?

Sadly, I was not there in my life.

At least, not yet.

I just stood alone near the pool, drinking my beer, while watching a flow of people jumping in: some completely dressed, some in swimsuits or underwear, one Asian guy in his birthday suit. Really cute and well endowed, I would keep an eye on him.

The ALPHAS may have a cliché name but they were definitely living up to it. Those guys seemed obsessed with the size of their muscles, the number of drinks they could have in one go, and the number of girls they could fuck in one night. They spoke loudly, and every occasion was good enough to remove their clothes and talk about the size of their dicks. Not that I am complaining as I was definitely appreciating the show. All the flexing, slapping around, pretending to kiss or to suck each other dicks. Most of the times, they seemed gayer than the two guys who were actually dating.

And it was only 10pm... I was wondering what would happen at 2 am when all of those guys would be intoxicated enough. I felt my dick reacting to that pleasing thought in my pants. I let my dick get hard as my jeans would mostly cover my erection.

My evening took a turn when some drunk guy, very tall and very thin, pushed me inadvertently and made me spill my beer, snapping me back to reality.

"Sor... sorry" he said, visibly completely drunk. "Do you.... You... Moo... You..." He was trying to speak but his face was going from white to purple to green as he was staggering.

He did not end his sentence; however, he did manage to puke on my t-shirt.

Great!

Everyone around got a good laugh and I tried to play it cool. My t-shirt had a gross stain but the smell of vomit was the worst of it all... I had no choice but to take it off. Not such a great feeling when you are surrounding by athletic guys flexing their biceps and showing off.

Back inside the house, I looked for a bathroom to wash myself but as I was wandering shirtless, the looks became more insistent and the situation became even more unpleasant. Thankfully, I ended up on Austin who was chatting with some guys I had never met before.

"Bro, what the fuck?" Austin seemed genuinely concerned. At this point, I was on the edge of tearing up.

"Someone threw up.... On me..." The group he was chatting with laughed at my comment, but Austin did not.

"Oh fuck... Well, that sort of things happens..."

"Yeah... to me!" I replied. Annoyed.

A girl shouted: "Dude, trash this shirt off, and preferably outside, you are going to make everyone flee this place!". She pinched her nose at the end of the sentence.

I hated her but she was right. The t-shirt smelled. I smelled. This was utterly embarrassing.

"Yeah... I was about to leave so..."

Austin, as always, reacted smoothly. He first told me not to move, then removed his own t-shirt and give it to me: "take it." He ordered.

Damn, he always looked so good without a shirt on. With the golden lights of the room, his chest looked like it was shining. Woof. Despite of the dirty thoughts that were coming in my head, I said: "Austin, keep your shirt man..."

A gay guy shouted from afar "He is well better without!" Everybody was looking at us now and most of the people started laughing, some of them applauding Austin for the strip tease.

"I was going to jump in the pool anyway!" said Austin. "Who's with me?" and just like that, he ran off and jumped into the pool still wearing his jeans and shoes, followed by at least 7 other students.

Don't get me wrong dear reader, I fully realize that my obsession for Austin was unhealthy, but how could I not get obsessed with him? The whole school was slowly but surely falling in love with this man.

I did get out of the house and threw my shirt in the trash outside, putting Austin's on me. I could smell his odor on my chest and to be honest, I was very close to lick the sweat prints on the fabric. The smell was not as strong as it was on his used underwear, but still, it was getting me horny.

It took me some courage to go back in but I joined Ashley and Janice who were admiring the boys in the now crowded pool, goofing around.

Janice turned towards me.

"Oh, here you are Ty! Look what they did to the guy who puked on you."

I looked around and the drunk boy was now completely naked, passed out in a lounging chair, with some words written in marker on his skinny chest: "warning, puker!". His soft uncut dick, just like his body, long and thin, resting on his right thigh.

"Well, is he dead? I mean, he just threw up on me and humiliated me in front of everyone, so, fuck him..."

"Humiliated you? He humiliated himself!" said Ashley, "Relax Ty, nobody cares that you smell like vomit now!" She laughed.

I did not.

"Come on", said Janice "It will be a big deal only if you make it a big deal!"

She was right.

As we were chatting a bit more, we heard some agitation coming from inside the house. We soon figured out what was happening. The King of the evening and probably the King of Creepside, Tobias Finnigan, had joined the fun, a bottle of vodka in his hand, wearing nothing but a flashy red speedo. His bulge was so unrealistically big, I wondered if he put a sock in it. He did not, I would find out later that Tobias was nicknamed Elephant Man by his teammates, and that it had nothing to do with the size of his ears...

Everyone was instantly drawn to Tobias. He was the fittest boy there, his well-defined muscles as well as his entire body were perfectly shaved and smooth, he had a nipple ring but he also had a weird hairstyle with a crest, which made him look like a has-been rockstar. His face was not even that good looking, or at least, traditionally good looking, he had a large nose and some acne. Despite all of that, the guy was a God.

Walking around in his speedo, spanking his mates' ass as he was making his way through, flexing his muscles to make the girl react, and showing off his butt -- going as far as spreading his ass cheeks for some laughs, I got a great view at his beautiful pink and just slightly hairy asshole - Tobias Finnigan owned the room and he knew that.

He drank some vodka right from the bottle, asked everyone to step aside and jumped in the pool. Nobody would dare to challenge the status of this man.

I was blown away.

I caught Austin's looks and it was like if he had met his new role-model. Just like me and everyone else, he could not stop staring at Tobias.

I drank another beer but I rapidly felt a bit dizzy. I was not used to drink much and went back inside; I looked for a bathroom, losing my way in the second floor. I was wondering if I was the one smelling bad or if the whole house was now reeking with alcohol fumes and young people's sweats when I heard a girl screaming.

Still a bit drunk, I was unsure and I kept on walking. The sound came again, this time, from a door next to me. I opened, just to make sure everything was ok.

A girl was indeed screaming.

Of pleasure.

I could not tell the exact number but probably 7 persons were in the bedroom. Fucking. Sucking. Licking. Masturbating. Some of them looked at me in the doorway, others did not seem to notice me. I was so shocked, just like when I caught Austin jerking off the first day, I could not gather my thoughts.

The alcohol was not helping and there was just too much to see.

4 or 5 guys and 2 girls, this is what I can remember. Legs and ass everywhere, one girl was sucking two guys at the same time, the other girl was getting fucked by the rest of the boys, at least a double penetration was involved. Was she sucking a dick while getting fucked? The room was dark I could not see well.

After a few seconds, stunned, I heard a familiar voice: Martin.

He was there, fully naked of course, getting his big hairy dick sucked by a black girl. Martin was standing right next to the Latino guy Austin introduced us to earlier. Actually, Martin's arm and hand were placed around that guy's shoulder, their respective chests were practically touching each other. They were both hairy and sweating a lot.

Luis was waiting for his turn, hard as well, while Martin was getting deep-throated by the undisturbed black girl. She was very committed to her task and was caressing Luis' balls at the same time.

Martin abruptly said, while pushing the girl's head further on his hard cock - she was gagging but she was not giving up -: "Look man, either you shut the door or you join the fun!"

I took a step back and shut the door.

Another stupid move from my part! My brother told me to experiment, this was my chance! I just got invited to an orgy.

I spent some long minutes in the corridor, listening to the sounds coming from the bedroom (or rather the sex room) trying to process things. I had no idea how to react to any of that but one thing was for sure: Martin's dick looked fucking juicy when it was hard!

Should I return to offer myself to him? I had never sucked a dick before but I'm sure this girl could teach me one thing or two... What the hell, I knew I could do a better job than her, taking the two dicks at the same time in my throat... I would have let the other guys fuck me too! I mean, there were more men than women in that room... Although, besides some incidental touching, not a single guy was licking, sucking, or fucking another guy.

After a while, I found my way downstairs and ended up on Janice who was biting her nails.

"Do you know where Ashley, Austin and Martin are?"

Without thinking I said: "Martin is fucking some girl on the second floor."

Janice was taken aback. "Oh well... Look I'm a bit tired of this... I'm going back to campus, are you coming with me?"

"And the others, how will they..." She did not let me finish.

"Look, they will find their way back. Pretty much everyone here lives on campus and Uber exists... or they'll walk! I'm not their mother."

Something must have happened... I had never seen Janice being this annoyed. It is not surprising though. From my experience, a party ends in only two ways: some people end up fucking, some others end up miserable, and sometimes it can be both of these things.

I was not feeling so well myself and decided to go back with Janice.

On the way back, she said:

"You're not interested in me Tyler?" She did not look at me as she was driving.

"No... Not really Janice."

Clearly, this evening was not getting any better and she did not reply.

We returned to building C. She took the stairs to the second floor and I took the elevators. I was still wearing Austin sweaty t-shirt. At least, I had that. I could jerk off while sniffing it in my room.

I went back to 403, opened the door, and for the second time in one hour, I stumbled on people having sex... And pretty rough sex!

This time, I was welcomed by Austin's muscular ass and notorious birthmarks as he was fucking Ashley doggystyle on the floor. She was moaning. He turned his face towards me, his hard dick still deep inside Ashley's asshole, his body was wet with sweat or maybe it was juice from Ashley's pussy: "Oh..."

Instantly blushing, I shouted: "sorry Guys! I'll come back later".

I shut the door as I could not believe this was happening... again! Although, this time, it was not exciting at all. I was just feeling intense jealousy. When will I get to be part of the action and not merely a spectator?

Austin found me, half an hour later, in the kitchen of the first floor. I was eating some leftover pancakes. He was wearing some shorts and a tank top.

"Sorry about that bro."

I did not respond.

"The room is now clear." He smiled.

I was pissed off but did not want him to know.

"Ok." I said.

Back in the room, Austin tried to reengage the conversation.

"Well, I'd say this was a pretty good night!" He tried to lighten the mood. "Man, the whole party was insane!" He probably wanted me to ask him more details about how he ended up fucking Ashley in the ass but I did not want to know anything more about this.

I took my -- well, his, - shirt off and gave it back to him.

"Here. Thanks for your shirt. You can take it back now."

"Ok..." Austin looked confused. "Bro, don't be like this. Next time, I'll put a sock on the door. And when it is your turn, we'll do the same." Again, he was trying to be conciliatory. He seemed surprised that I was this bothered.

"It will never be my turn."

"What are you saying Ty?" I should not have said that. We were moving in a very dangerous and intimate territory.

"Nothing, good night, Austin".

I lied down in my bed, still wearing my jeans. Austin did not respond but I could sense he was starting to get annoyed by my behavior too. I could not blame him.

He was always patient and nice to me, always making sure I would feel comfortable. He was including me in his group of friends, introducing me to girls, respected my privacy... And I was just acting like an asshole, resenting him for not liking me the way I would like him to, or resenting myself for not being like him.

"Good night, Ty" he said.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

 

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My First Year in College

Chapter 07: Toss my black salad

I did not see much of Austin during our first week-end on campus. He spent his time between Ashley and his new football friends, and I spent most of the week-end, apart from a tennis practice, in our room watching YouTube videos, reading manga and playing video-games.

We were still very cordial with Austin, but cordial is not the best word to qualify a healthy relationship and even less so, a friendship... In a weird way, I started to get the feeling that Austin had given up on me. He had tried to include me but I was too geeky and awkward to fit in anywhere.

The truth is: I was jealous that he was making so much friends and spending so much time with Ashley even though I knew that I had no right to resent him for that.

At least, I still had one thing: the view of his body every time he would change or go to bed.

Clearly, Austin was getting more and more comfortable. Like Gary and Martin, by week two, Austin would now get naked pretty easily in the bathroom or, and I liked it even more that way, in our own room.

Often, I could peek at this ass or his large uncut cock.

Austin always slept wearing only his underwear and the covers became more and more optional. Also, after his first wank session, the masturbation -- still under the sheets though - seemed to become part of his nightly routine except for the times he would come back from Ashley's room. That girl would deprave me of my shows!

After what happened when I surprised them fucking, there was an unspoken rule that if he should have sex with Ashley, that would only happen outside of our room.

I was not sleeping much and the purposes of my days were pretty much waiting for the night to come so that I could finally appreciate which type of underwear Austin would wear that evening, how much of a bulge it would show, and how long it would take him to cum under the sheets. If I were in luck, I would also be awarded with a quick strip tease and a view of his meaty flaccid dick.

I did run into Martin a couple of times after the party but he did not mention any orgy and I was starting to think I may have imagined the whole thing. Although, the image of his erected juicy and hairy dick was still well imprinted in my mind. Also, the black cock-sucking girl was in my English class. The lucky bitch!

I had planned to spend the following week-end at my brother's place.

My older brother Ryan would be kind enough to pick me up after my Constitutional Laws on Friday, a class that I had refused to miss; - Professor Fletcher's butt may have had something do with that decision -- and I would come back by train on Sunday night.

The night before I left and despite the weird vibes we were having, Austin, unknowingly, offered me a beautiful present.

I woke up in the middle of the night, satisfied to hear the familiar sound of Austin's heavy breathing and beating under the covers. My eyes were still closed but I could feel that there was something different this time. In a way, the breathing seemed to be more intense and I could almost hear him moaning. This goes without saying, I got hard instantly.

When I semi opened my eyes, always trying to remain discreet, the room was not in its usual darkness. A light was coming from Austin's bed. His phone. While he would usually jerk off his eyes closed, this time, he was watching a video. I could not see everything because of the stupid desk and chair which were standing between the two beds, but I could identify that he was watching porn.

Hardcore porn.

My heart was pounding fast and loud, I even feared he might notice but thankfully, he was also wearing air pods and was listening to the video as much as he was watching it.

I was more at ease to move a bit, just enough to slide down my own underwear and grab my dick under the covers.

I almost screamed when I noticed he was watching a gay porn!

At least a dozen of black and Latino men were showing off their huge dicks and thick asses to the camera. All of them looked tasty as fuck. I could have cummed right away. Austin, gay?!

Then, I sadly realized that one white girl was featured in the movie, on the floor among those men. She was not even pretty but fully naked and on her knees, her mouth wide open.

Not a gay porn after all, just your regular 15 on 1 gang-bang scene.

All of those dicks were so closed to each other, sometimes touching, as the brunette girl was going from one hunk to another. The fact that this was the type of porn that turned Austin on got me to precum very fast. How many cocks was he jerking off too? When your porn has more males than women in it, does it not make you, at least, a bit bi? Myself, I would watch tons of straight porn as long as it would involve a sufficient number of big cocks.

Austin was focused; he was beating his dick harder than the previous nights, biting his tongue.

When they started to fuck the girl, he advanced the video to the point where the girl was double penetrated, wait, triple penetrated?! Fuck, that bitch was good at her job! My view was not perfect and sometimes I missed part of the action but it did seem that the more dicks were involved, the more satisfied Austin was getting.

At some point, Austin looked towards my direction, probably to check if I was still asleep. I am pretty sure he did not notice anything. From the previous nights, I had learnt to be almost invisible so that I would not disturb his jerk-off sessions.

I had been watching him and the porn for fifteen minutes or so when the guys started to explode on the girl's face, one by one. Well, sometimes two of them would ejaculate at the same time, sending friendly fire to their male co-star. All of this seemed to turn Austin on as he unintentionally sucked his fingers. He was -- purposely or not -- licking his precum. I could not blame him; I was hard as a rock myself and I had to refrain from cumming.

When all the guys had deposited their loads on the trashy girl's face, she was unrecognizable, one could barely see her eyes under this much semen. I thought Austin was waiting for this moment to cum, but he did not.

Surprisingly, the video was not over. The guys were not done and moved on to sit on a couch, then left up their legs, offering their assholes for a rimming session. FUCK. And this was not considered gay?!

The girl, still full of cum, would crawl down towards them and go down to each of this guy's asshole, licking their anus while she would leave a mixture of all of the men semen deep inside their respective ass. One guy was even spreading the cheeks of his mate, making sure the girl would have an easy... and wide access... to the asshole of his co-star.

Straight bromance: what's more beautiful than that?

Austin was breathing hard and moved part of the covers. I could now see his hand moving and part of his large cock. The sight of his erected shaft in the darkness sent me to the edge. The girl was still at the centre of it but the porn was turning really nasty. I heard Austin moaning louder.

He moved the phone a bit and I could barely see the rest, but from what I could tell, the next few minutes involved some more rimming and a guy literally pissing on the girl while she was eating out his friend. Who knew Austin would enjoy such filth?! I could now feel my precum sliding down my own dick, reaching my balls. But I refused to cum before Austin.

Finally, while the girl was apparently left to rest on the floor, the men took turn slapping her and spitting on her, degrading that bitch even further. Austin exploded at that moment. This time, the moan was loud and clear and there was absolutely no doubt he had just released his load.

I closed my eyes but I could not help to cum at the exact same time. I felt the cum pouring on my chest while I tried to stay still and hidden.

Degrading, filthy, nasty porn, that was the type of stuff which got Austin going then. How pathetic I was, that I would have let him do all of those things to me: slapping, spitting, cumming, pissing... I would have rimmed that ass like it was my last meal, suck his dick until I would be choking myself... I was totally willing to become my roommate's sex slave.

I did not dare reopen my eyes at first but I could hear Austin fixing himself. The temptation was too high. I took a peek.

The covers were now besides him as his huge dick, now semi hard but still full of cum was lying on his chest. He was using some tissues to clean up the mess -- again such a waste -, but by the grace of God, Austin was using his phone's light to give him, and give me, a proper view of the white semen sliding down his abs.

Thick white sperm. The best kind.

I closed my eyes again, terrified he would see me checking him out.

I waited half an hour to hear him snore and I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. My own cum had dried on me.

In the bathroom, I did some investigation on my phone. Typing some key words of the scene I had just watched. After some research, I did not find the exact video he was watching but I found the website and series it was coming from: "toss my black salad!"

Such a poetic title for this modern work of art.

Despite the night he just had, Austin still woke up with his usual tent in his underwear the next morning. That guy was always horny. Well, I guess we all were at that time in our life.

Best thing though: he was now barely hiding it. Lying above the cover, he was exposing proudly his hard on under his boxers. I could not tell if it was intentional or if he just did not care.

"Mornin' Austin." I said.

"Mornin' Ty, you slept ok?" I cringed, remembering what happened just a few hours before.

"Fine, you?"

"Great." You bet... I thought. "I'm going to hop in the shower now; I have class early on Fridays." He stood up.

"Enjoy". Before he left the room, I wanted to talk to him: "Hey Austin, remember, I won't be here this week-end, I'm leaving at 2 this afternoon, back on Sunday night. So, if you want to use the room and... and invite Ashley over... I guess that would be the time."

He turned back to face me. Even after two weeks, I could not get over this perfect body. He had grown some hair on his chest. *Focus on his face Tyler, not the bulge and treasure trail.*

"Oh... You're sure?"

"Yes of course, why not? I won't be here so it's all good."

"Well... great mate." He smiled. "It's just that... I felt like you were really mad about last time I invited Ashley over and..."

"Look, that night, someone had puked on me. I just wanted to forget about the party, go to sleep and the room was taken... I was just frustrated."

"Yeah... I see. Totally, sorry about that. The puking... and the fucking." We both smiled. "I don't live alone in that room and I should have considered you before doing anything here, it was my mistake."

"Look, Austin, that's fine, maybe I overreacted."

"No, you're right. I was just not thinking clearly, I was drunk and horny as hell. It's a risky combo for my brain!" He grabbed his dick in his underwear: "That one was doing all the thinking for me!"

I laughed. My dick twitched under my sheets.

"Ok then, go take your shower and if we don't see each other until then, have a nice week-end"

He walked back towards me, his towel in his hand, still wearing only his underwear -- that I knew were full of cum -- and hugged me quickly: "nice weekend bro!"

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My First Year in College

Chapter 08: Brotherly bond

Only Professor Fletcher's thick ass could make me think of something else than Austin's jerk off session the night before.

That Friday morning, I purposely sat right in front of my favourite lecturer's desk, finding the perfect angle to study his body. I figured that such research would end up much more useful than Constitutional Laws anyway.

My hard on persisted during the two hours of class, day dreaming about all the things that man could do to me.

I did have some ideas on what I could do to him and starting by opening his hole with my tongue seemed like a great plan. Sometimes I could swear Professor Fletcher look back straight at me and would even spread his legs, so that I would have a better view of his bulge. It seemed big, did he not wear underwear? Maybe he had a semi... Maybe he loved being watched? Certainly, he did, flaunting his body in tight shirt and pants as he was. A boy can dream, right?

After a quick lunch with Gary, I met up with my brother who had come to pick me up. As always, right on time.

Ryan was wearing stylish brown shorts and a black tank top, exposing his large shoulder and armpits. It was a hot day in the end of September and Ryan was enjoying the sun outside of his car, leaned against the hood.

"Hey big brother!" I said walking towards him.

"Hey Ty!" He hugged me. His big arms felt right around me. He was sweating, I liked it. I knew this feeling was wrong but I had missed him a lot and, although I am not proud to admit it, I had missed his body as well.

"How is college life treating you?".

We entered the car and started chatting. I retold the last couple of weeks, omitting some details like the orgy I stumbled on during the first party on campus or my fascination for my roommate's dick.

I must have mentioned Austin a couple of times during the one-hour drive to Ryan's place though, since Ryan asked me, when pulling over in his street:

"You sure seem to like that roommate of yours a lot. If he your boyfriend or something?"

He was semi joking and offering the perfect opportunity for me to come out.

I did not.

"Don't be stupid Ryan, and try to focus on parking instead of talking non-sense, you're about to run over this old lady!"

I could not be too bothered with Ryan; I had just spent the entire ride looking at his muscular and hairy thighs while he was driving in his shorts. He was allowed to tease me.

Ryan and Mallory were renting a little house on the outskirts of Perv City, they were both working in an hospital there while finishing med school. Mallory was a tall brunette, sexy, probably a bit naughty but hiding it well under her innocent looks. She hugged me warmly when I came in.

"We only have one bedroom..." Mallory apologized. "But the couch is really comfortable and you can put your clothes in this drawer in the living room, we made room before you arrived."

"That's totally fine! Thanks for having me, guys!"

"And this little trouble maker deserves nothing more than sleeping on the couch!" Said my brother, jokingly.

"Oh Ryan, stop... I already feel bad that we make you sleep in the middle of our living room Ty... I mean I could sleep in the couch and you could sleep with your brother..."

"We do have a king size bed" continued Ryan.

The thought of spending the night with my brother procured me a weird sensation. It was lust. I tried to ignore it.

"The couch is totally fine", I replied, "it is the size of my dorm's bed anyway!"

Ryan and Mallory took me to Perv city during the afternoon and we went to the movies before dining. We watched a stupid action movie where aliens had infiltrated the Earth. The main character was hot though. I would have to search "his name + naked" on Google when I would get the chance.

One interesting thing did happen in the theatres. I was sitting next to my brother, Mallory on the other side of him. Ryan was holding the popcorn box between his legs. Well, I thought that he was. As I went down to reach some popcorns, I grabbed my brother's dick through his short instead. Literally, I felt his balls in my hand.

I quickly moved aside, down his body, now feeling his muscular and hairy thighs. "What the fuck?" he whispered while the main character was battling one of the aliens with a sword (yeah, it was a stupid movie, I told you), "just looking for the popcorns!" I replied, he laughed quietly and asked Mallory to give us back the sweets.

I was blushing a bit. But I was more aroused than embarrassed. It was just an honest mistake... Or did I just do that on purpose?

That night, I went to sleep on the couch and Mallory and Ryan wished me a good night before leaving me for their king size bed. Ryan was wearing pajama pants but was shirtless. He seemed even more athletic and a bit more hairy than I remembered. Mallory was wearing a nightgown, black but the fabric was a bit see-through at some places. I could basically see her boobs. Not as exciting as my brother's pecs and bulge though.

I was honestly rather uncomfortable on the couch and had trouble falling asleep.

Minutes after I finally started to drift off, something or rather someone woke me up. Ryan was moving in the kitchen that I could see from my couch. He was fully in the nude!

From where I was lying, I had a clear view of my brother facing the open fridge, his muscle butt in full display between some yogurts and a salad. I thought about the toss my salad series and smiled to myself.

Ryan bended over, what he was looking for was in the far lower row of the fridge, visibly behind a lot of other stuff, as Ryan had to battle, completely leaning forward to finally access some kind of green juice. His hairy ass crack was almost opening up. I got hard.

Maybe sleeping on the couch was not such a bad idea after all.

He turned around, his body still illuminated by the fridge's light and Ryan drank his juice, almost facing me, his big dick hanging between his legs, his balls quite hairy also very visible. It is weird how genes work sometimes; his nose was smaller than mine but his dick was way bigger and thicker than mine. I literally got the short end of the stick - pun intended.

Maybe he had just fucked Mallory and he needed to take a break. I assumed that Mallory and Ryan were both wandering naked all the time in the house and he had forgotten that I was there. Or maybe he did not forget I was there. He knew that I was gay, he noticed that I touched his dick in the cinema, and now, he was standing in front of me, naked as the day he was born. Maybe he was actually trying to turn me on?! And it was working!

Ryan half finished his juice and put it back in the fridge, bending over once again. He went back to his bedroom.

My dear reader, I've got a question for you. On a scale from 1 to 10, how much of a perv are you when you actually come to the conclusion that your own brother, who is totally straight, is trying to arouse you?

The next morning, Ryan was back in his pajamas and proposed that we go play some tennis after lunch. Mallory would not join as she was about to start an 18 hours shift at the hospital.

When we arrived at the tennis club and it was time to change, I made a point of not looking at my brother. I was starting to feel a deep shame about my dirty thoughts and was determined for things to go back to normal. Yes, he was putting his tennis shorts on but no, I did not need to see that. I could swear he was wearing a jockstraps though... was he really?

After an intense match - I actually beat him but it was close - we did need to shower. No stall in these locker rooms. The showers were communal. No intimacy, at all.

Not leaving me any choice, Ryan immediately said:

"Let's hit the showers, we stink!" He smelled me; his nose touched my neck. It gave me the shivers. "Especially you... arff!"

We both were sweating a lot and we even had some troubles removing our clothes. I had to lift Ryan's t-shirt out of him. It was wet. Ryan's chest was wet as well.

My big brother was not naked yet and I was already starting to get hard. Fuck, I could not get hard while in the shower with my brother. This would be far too messed up.

*Think about the grandmother Ryan almost hit yesterday. Think about car accidents. Think about deaths.* I tried to calm myself.

Ryan got fully nude and entered the showers. He was not facing me and on my right side, I could see his ass. He started to shower. I went as well, looking the other way, fighting hard not to look.

I did look. How could I not?

His body under water was stunning. He turned around, his eyes were closed, enjoying the heat. His uncut dick was dripping water, I wanted to lick it. I wanted to suck it. Deep. I know this was wrong but I felt the semi coming. I got out the shower, quick.

That made it official. There was no turning back, I was turned on by my big brother.

It was only the beginning though.

We spent the night just the two of us at his place. We watched some TV and I complained of a bit of a neck pain following my night on the couch and tennis practice.

"Really, where exactly? You know I follow some physiotherapy courses this semester. Maybe I could help you out." Suggested Ryan.

"I'm fine. It just hurt a bit, mostly in my neck and on my lower back."

"Come on, take off your shirt, I'm sure I can help with that!"

Was Ryan really proposing to massage me? We were entering a very dangerous territory. Don't get me wrong, I definitely wanted to go there, but this felt risky. My shame was battling with my excitement.

"Really? How many courses have you taken; you don't think you're going to make it worse?"

"How dare you?! Trust your big brother!"

My excitement won. I had no choice but to obey. I got shirtless. He positioned himself behind me and started the massage. Working on my neck was fine but the more he was descending to the lower back, the more I felt warmth rising in me, and not only in my back....

"You should take your pants off too and lie down."

Again, I obeyed. I had lost the will to resist. I needed this. His firm hands on my body.

We moved back to the bedroom and the massage started again. I was in another world. Lying on my front, fully hard, I had no idea if he had noticed but I did not even care at that point. I wanted this so bad, I wanted him.

His massage was good. He did not remove my boxers but was not shy about massaging me right above my ass crack. What if he went in there...? Just fuck me right there, in his king size bed?

Suddenly, he was done and I came back to reality.

"Bro, did you fall asleep?"

"I don't know... maybe..." I was still a bit lost in my thoughts. "Thanks Ryan, you're good!"

"Ahah you should stay here. Mallory is not here tonight so we can sleep together inhere. I'll just go get change."

I was still very hard in my underwear and slipped myself into the sheets. "We can sleep together" he just said. He was the one pushing for this. I was not trying to take advantage of the situation. I was just obeying to my big brother. What choice did I have? And the couch was so uncomfortable...

Ryan returned in the room, only wearing his pajamas pants. I could see his bulge and a clearly visible penis line. I was really horny and a bit disappointed he did not sleep in the nude this time... or maybe in his jockstrap? Did he really have one? I did not dare to look in the locker-rooms... So stupid of me!

"Perfect, you chose Mallory's side! So, we're good to go." Ryan said while scratching his abs.

He turned off the light and join me under the covers.

That night was one of the most erotic I had ever lived. Every time our feet or legs would touch, I would feel like an electric choc going through my whole body. I was hard the whole time, my dick dripping with precum, sometimes even actual cum. I was barely touching myself but I could still have jizzed at any point. His hot body besides me, his armpits a few inches from my nose, his dick a few inches from my hands. I could touch it...

When he was deeply asleep, I "accidentally" touched him multiple times, my arms would find themselves press against his hairy chest, my feet would go over his leg, my finger would brush against his bulge... This was a bit riskier; he moved a little and I thought this would be the end of me.

He kept on sleeping though. I kept on playing.

I took things a bit further when his dick got hard in the middle of the night. I saw his bulge slowly but surely growing in his pajamas. I took my own dick out of my underwear, licking my precum and the actual cum which was coming out of my dickhead. My cock was throbbing, if I touched it just a bit too much, I would explode immediately

At some point, he turned brutally to the other side. I was now facing his back and his ass. My dick was so closed to his ass; I got even closer. Fuck, I touched it and I almost cummed on his pajamas. I had to calm down.

I was focused. I knew this opportunity would not come again and I wanted to remember every detail of his skin, every hair, every mole, everything.

My hard cock touched his beautiful ass covered by only a thin piece of fabric again. I did it twice more, maybe three times. I was careful not to do anything crazy. If he had woken up, I could still pretend to be deeply asleep. Just some incidental touching... At least, this is what I was saying to myself.

I think this kind of rhetoric is what some people called: "thinking with his penis." I definitely was.

He turned back, facing me again. He was now very hard himself. As I wondered for Austin, I wondered for my brother. Who was he dreaming about? Probably not me...

His dick moved inside his pants and I could not hold it any longer. I took a peek. I reached down and pulled down his pajamas' pants. I took a good look at his fully erected cock, a good 7 inches, his cock-head coming out of that uncut dick, also precumming a bit. That must be part of the family genes.

Oh god... Family genes!

Disgusted by my own behavior, I suddenly let go of the pants that I was still holding, they fell back quite roughly on his dick which was now partly out of the pajamas. At the exact same time, something vibrated loudly on the nightstand, I panicked and took his phone. Ryan snored loudly and turned back... Shit, was he awake? His pants were now only covering part of his dick. Did he notice? Would he?

My heart was racing.

Thankfully, he was still visibly asleep. That was close. My hands were shaking.

I now had his phone in my hand. It was unlocked. Maybe I unlocked it by mistake, maybe he did not think to lock it before going to bed, either way, I did not expect to see what I saw.

The messages which caused the phone to vibrate were coming from Instagram DMs. An Asian girl named "Nikita_tmmm" was sending nudes. EXPLICIT NUDES. Fingering her pussy, licking her fingers, and a bunch of pics and videos of her, showing off her feet. Previously, moving backwards in the same conversation, I could see a certain "RAMSOM_PL" asking for more feet pictures and sending dick pics. A nice big juicy uncut dick...

Wait...

It was the dick I just had seen a few seconds ago. My big brother's dick!

I clicked on the profile. Hundreds of posts starting for more than 2 years ago were available on RAMSOM_PL's profile.

The profile picture was the photograph of a shirtless man taken from the back, unrecognizable, the rest of the feed were pics of my brother, flexing his muscles, almost always shirtless, sometimes in very tight speedos... I knew Ryan's Instagram profile; it was nothing like this. Almost no shirtless pic, always with Mallory... The bio of this one read: "The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it" Oscar Wilde.

RAMSOM_PL had 534 followers. Only women. Mostly foreign girls. Some having their feet in their profile pictures.

Damn, my older brother had a secret Instagram account to dm girls. This was a surprise. Perfect boyfriend was actually a fuck boy! How did it keep that hidden for so long? Probably, he would use it only when Mallory was gone for long hours... like today. The profile was private so you could only figure out it was him if you were among his followers and Ryan could accept or deny a request to follow. The little fucker with a passion for feet!

He coughed.

Fuck. Was he awake? I was still lying right next to him, his phone in my hands, my dick out of my pants, hard, checking his alternate Instagram profile and messages. I could not be caught in this position!

He coughed again.

I froze for a minute but nothing else happened. I slowly put back the phone on the nightstand. To this day, I still wonder if he noticed anything that night... Maybe he did and he considered it was just too awkward to ask his own brother to stop creeping on him.

I went to the bathroom. There, I finally gave in.

I did some back and forth with my dick, caressed my balls, picturing all I had seen during the week-end: his ass in the gym's shower, his flaccid dick in front of the fridge, the bending over, his hard dick in the bed with me, his instagram pictures... I cummed on the bathroom floor.

Looked like I had just found a new obsession.

Which was worst: creeping on your straight roommate or on your straight big brother?

[TO BE CONTINUED]

 

[JohannaFranks]

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