My First Year with Austin (Erotic Story)

[Krobbie1954]

MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN

Chapter 11: The Reunion (Part 2)

"Christie is pregnant. I was not supposed to say. It's way too soon. But guys... Guys... I'm gonna be a daddy!"

People cheered and Martin thanked them... by puking on the floor!

Very classy. I had a flashback to my very first college party where a dude had puked on my tee-shirt. What a drama it was at the time. Silly.

"Dude, I think the party is over." Luis spoke solemnly.

Austin helped Henry and Luis bringing Martin back to his room.

"Just one more drink, guys! I'm good!" Martin was yelling as he was getting escorted out.

His fat hairy ass was getting lifted up in the air. I could not say if Martin was looking pathetic or sexy. Probably a bit of both.

I wished everybody's good night. Janice and Ashley were still sharing personal details of their lives, telling how much they were missing each other, promising to find time to spend time together.

I went back to my room alone and I decided to take a shower, waiting for Austin. It was about 4 AM.

When I heard some movement in the room, I realized Austin had returned with someone.

"We just finish that beer and we're done, man. Ok?"

"Yeah, yeah... Sure... I just don't want to go to bed right now. Aust, it's one of my last nights with some sort of freedom! You know that I have to go to church every single Sunday?!"

Martin was there...

"Dude, let's be clear, no puking in the room."

I was not sure whether they knew that I was there. I did not mean to listen but I was drying myself off. And suddenly, I heard them talking about me.

"Sometimes I think about you two. Since you came by the house in February. I still cannot wrap my head around you guys actually dating. I mean, Ty, not surprising, but you, man! You were a player! You could have gotten every babe! And then, you had Cassie!"

"We are, though. Together." Austin stated matter-of-factly.

I could not hear Martin well. He was further away from the bathroom's door and he was mumbling like someone who had way too much to drink.

I thought I heard him say something in the line of: "Never pictured you as a fag."

"Maybe you should try it before you judge." Austin had replied.

They were still cheering with their beers.

At this point, I can admit, I was actively listening.

"Oh, I don't judge. Look. I cannot talk too much about it, but I... There's this guy in my neighbourhood. A true-born faggot. Like a real one. He loves to blow cocks, all sloppy and stuff. Just the way I love it! See! I don't deny gay guys do it better than girls, they truly love juicy cocks, but then, the kissing, the dating... That's the whole other story."

"Don't use the word faggots, Martin."

"I'm not talking about you. Or about Ty... Just this particular guy."

"Dude..."

"Ok. Sorry! You know I do not mean it badly. I just told you; I get blown by this guy on a regular basis and I love it. Women are so annoying, sometimes, I wish I were into guys, for real."

Austin chuckled.

"I'm not even sure that I am. Into guys, I mean."

"But Ty?"

My heart started racing in my chest. I was ready to get my heart broken, but the opposite happened.

"Imagine you have a best friend, someone you love talking to and hang around, your favourite person to share a beer with. Then, imagine, this best friend of yours is doing things in the bed that no one else does, he's like your perfect match in the sack! And finally, imagine that you realize that you are actually attracted to this guy, for real... Like your heart beats faster when you see him, you feel the butterflies in your stomach... And now, picture, that it is reciprocal! If you can just admit it to yourself, that what you have is... like... perfect and special... That's it, you're all set."

My eyes teared-up, I was very moved.

"When you put it like that..." Martin mumbled.

"It took me a failed marriage and ten years to get it so, you know, I'm not one to lecture anyone about love, sex, or relationships..."

"I'm freaking out, Aust. I've changed my entire life to move in with Christie. I'm working at a freaking factory which makes huge freezers. I'm doing it all to have the real deal. The wedding and now the baby."

"Aren't you happy about it? Excited about the baby?"

"I am! I really am! We wanted it. I've been wanting it for so long. But I don't know. Being here tonight, I realize I'm saying goodbye to a big fun part of my life. But of course, I want a kid. Everybody does, no?"

Austin did not say anything.

This was something I would never be able to give him, not in the traditional way at least.

They became silent, I wondered if they were not slowly falling asleep. Maybe Martin had left. When I got out the bathroom, a thick towel around my waist, they were both lying on the bed in their underwear.

It was smelling like testosterone and sweat in the room.

Austin straightened up when he saw me.

"You were here, honey?"

"Just taking a quick shower. I hate smelling like chlorine. You're feeling better, Martin?"

"Much better! Top shape!"

Martin sat down on the edge of the bed and flexed his biceps to make his point.

What an idiot. He was lucky he looked good. "Daddy Martin".

"Great to hear. What were you talking about?" I asked innocently.

"Life, love... Sex... I was telling Austin how gay guys are often the best at sucking cocks."

"No argument there." I replied.

Martin had his signature cheeky smile on his face.

"I did not forget what you have done for the football team back then. Your service had been very much appreciated."

Martin started to fondle with his dick in his briefs. I could already see the thick black bush which was his pubic hair. Austin was cautious, waiting to see my reactions.

Maybe they had planned to try something with me. But at that moment, - it was likely the booze talking -, I had an idea of my own.

"Yeah. My first gangbang! It's not something you can easily forget. You were not so bad either."

I was talking casually but I knew that this remark would provoke both of them. Austin's dick seemed to react. I was glad.

"And Tobias is not here to ruin the fun today..." Martin continued to test the temperature. "Maybe we could give this another try?"

"Only if you want to, babe." Austin specified immediately.

I chuckled.

"Babe, I'm no longer wearing my "Property of Austin" necklace... I think we are way passed the point of me just obeying, right?"

Austin's face changed immediately. He was taken aback.

"Ty... I... This was just for fun. I never thought..."

I kissed him on the cheek to reassure him.

"I was just kidding! Don't make that face."

He kissed me on the lips.

"Don't say stuff like that." He scolded me.

"Although, I was thinking, if Martin wants to do a test-run, maybe we could show him what we can do. Might help him get a sense of what two men together truly look like." I turned my face towards Martin. "Wanna watch?"

He already had his hands in his briefs.

Austin was unsure. I grabbed his dick to make my intention clearer.

"You don't mind if we play in front of your friend?"

He nodded no. I was already sliding down Austin's boxer briefs, revealing his semi-hard cock. Martin was taking his veiny dick out of his underwear too. The cheeky bastard, he was already at full mast! Straight, my ass!

Austin and I kissed each other. Sensually. He removed my towel and grabbed my bare ass.

I was not too sure why, probably something to do with the fact that I wanted to prove to Martin that Austin and I really were the real deal, but I found it extremely exciting to have him watching.

To be honest, I probably wanted to prove that I was no longer the obedient submissive I used to be, since I whispered in Austin's ears:

"Suck me first."

This time, he nodded yes. And my boyfriend had his very horny look.

Martin's eyes widened and his cock started dripping when Austin knelt down at the edge of the bed and locked his lips around my hard shaft and wet cockhead.

Austin did not seem to mind being watched. Better, he looked proud to be owning his sexuality! Good boy!

He bobbed up and down my cock, played with my balls, licked the tip and the edges, and deepthroated me like the great cock-sucker he had become. He was alternating between looking straight at me or at Martin who was sitting next to me, jerking-off furiously.

Of course, Austin quickly asked me to lift my legs up so he could eat my ass.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Martin was moaning beside us.

I was not sure if we were going to make him join us. For the moment being, I simply enjoyed Austin's tongue digging in my hole.

He was really doing it right, in one single lick, he would go from my scrotum to the sensitive tip of my dick.

I returned the favour to my boyfriend. I gagged on his cock, making sure to make it all sloppy and wet to make Martin as envious as possible, and then, I rimmed Austin's ass.

I did not finger him though.

A part of me would have loved to show Martin Austin's new "trick", but at the same time, this was something I wanted to keep for myself. Truthfully, I could not wait for the first time I would actually be fucking Austin in the ass, but I would certainly not do that in front of our college mate.

"You guys are freaks!" Martin was muttering, getting closer and closer to us.

"Should we stop torturing him?" I asked Austin.

I had just chocked on his large piece of meat and I had saliva dripping all over my chin.

"What are you suggesting?"

Austin was letting me taking the lead entirely.

"Maybe you could help him out... Suck his cock... It looks like it's dripping a lot..."

I just had to say it.

Before my eyes, Austin performed "a Martin" (the term coined in college for a very sloppy and messy blowjob) on Martin! Watching them, I was fulfilling a long-term fantasy of mine.

"Damn, Austin, YOU are the real freak!"

Martin could not believe it. His football mate, lapping on his cock, playing with his saliva, gagging and choking...

It was the first time I was seeing Austin sucking a dick which was not mine, -- I had only seen him rim Kurtis' ass -, and I did get frustrated rather quickly.

Soon enough, I joined Austin so we would share that tasty sausage together. It was another first: blowing a cock together. And what a cock! Girthy, veiny, stinky, hairy... Pulsating between our tongues fully intertwined with each other.

For Martin, that must have been quite the experience as well.

What is sloppier than two eager mouth, French-kissing and spitting on each other, all around your dick? It was a wet filthy fest! I added my precum to the mix as I rubbed my own leaking cock against Martin's a couple of times. He did not mind.

I wondered if he was thinking about his Christian wife!

"I'm gonna cum, guys, I'm gonna jizz..."

I was feeling both Martin's slippery cockhead, and Austin's warm tongue in my mouth. I was stroking my dick with my free hand.

Austin moved back a little and smiled at me. He had saliva all over his beautiful face.

Surely, his smile was rapidly covered with a creamy goo exploding from Martin's dickhead. I was hit as well... Heavily! It was raining jizz all over us. We kissed each other some more to celebrate.

Austin and I nutted right after, basically at the same time. We had more cum to swap from one mouth to another.

Talk about a great way to conclude a college reunion!

I could not believe how perfect my life was getting. I guess that should have been a sign to be extra careful...

I was about to get hit.

Real hard.

I could not recall when Martin had left but I woke up, hungover and fuzzy, around noon the next day. A naked Austin was getting scolded by the hotel staff that we should have already left the room.

Fuck. I was definitely too old to be that hungover...

We hurried-up, collected our stuff, and we joined Janice in the lobby. She was waiting for us and she looked nervous.

I had rented a car to go to my brother's place and I still did not know if Austin was coming along.

"No, sorry babe." He blurted out.

He was wearing sunglasses, clearly feeling sick as well. The mere light was burning his eyes.

"Really? Mallory is going to be so disappointed; she loves you."

"I'm staying here with the guys from the football team for a little while, and then I have to go back to L.A. for work. You know that."

"Ok." I said, kissing him.

I was disappointed but I was not too surprised.

Things really took a turn when Janice took me aside though. Austin was giving back our room keys when she dragged me outside.

A storm was coming and it was windy.

"What the hell, Janice? Easy!"

She was pulling me like a maniac!

"Tyler, can I say something to you?"

"I'm having the biggest headache of my life, so... no? Unless it's a solution for feeling better after drinking too much."

She sighed. She looked very on edge. That got me worried.

"Oh... Ty..."

"What? You're really stressing me out."

She looked at the hotel's entrance. She was making sure that we were alone. I understood that something bad was about to come out of this. She was way too serious.

"I'm so sorry..." She took a deep breath. "Austin has been lying to you, Tyler."

I felt a heavy painful stone falling inside my stomach.

Immediately, an alarm was set off in my brain and clearly, I had no intention to listen to it.

"What are you talking about, Jan? You're always the one telling me not to worry! To trust him."

"I know. But... I... I have found out some stuff... I mean, maybe you should talk to him directly. Confront him."

"It's really bad timing. I'm feeling sick and... Listen, I heard him say some very nice stuff about me yesterday. We had an incredible night. He loves me, Jan. Please... Don't... Don't ruin this."

As if she was the one ruining our relationship... Obviously, she was only the messenger.

"Gosh... I hate what I'm doing right now... It's just... You know Austin is not doing anything with the guys today, right? Austin told them yesterday that he could not join them, precisely because he was going to see your brother's family."

"Janice..."

"Obviously, he's lying to everyone. And he's not coming back to L.A. with an early flight either! He rented a car. Because you were late this morning, I checked if your car was ready and when I mentioned the number of your room, they asked me which car I was referring to."

"I'm not following."

"Austin had rented one on his own!"

Janice's way of looking at me was the worst part of this entire conversation. I could tell how much it was costing her to tell me this.

"I... I'm sure there is a rational explanation behind this. That could mean anything..." I tried.

"Ty, you and I both know that there is something fishy going on with Austin..."

She was hitting a very tough spot.

Yes, I had known something was off for a while but no, I did not want to burst the bubble. I was too happy with Austin.

"Listen, Ty, I know where Austin is planning to go. The reception gave me the address of the destination mentioned to both of the cars. There was your brother's neighbourhood for you. And then, there was another address, for him."

"Wait, Janice... Just wait..."

It was my turn to take some deep breaths. It started raining.

"Tyler... I hate this but..."

"I have a feeling that what you are going to tell me is going to hurt."

She nodded yes.

"I'm so sorry, Ty. If the situation were reversed, I wish you would tell me... So, I feel like I have to tell you."

A tear fell on my cheek. I did not know what to expect but I already knew this was very bad.

"For fuck's sake, just tell me then. Where does he plan to go?"

"At first, I thought that he would be going to his parents' but..."

"Please Janice, just cut to the chase."

"He's going to Cassie's place. Austin has rented his car to visit his wife... And something is telling me he was already there a few weeks ago."

I did not hear the rest of what she said.

My world was collapsing.

I wanted to puke.

And this had nothing to do with the alcohol.

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See you nexxxt week for the big confrontation, guys! As you know, chapter 12 is always a big one in my stories, so hold on to your cocks until then!

Fuck. Poor Tyler. He can’t catch a break. Bloody men! I should know. Bugger. Good work TL I shed a quick tear when Janice was talking with him at the end.

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Fuck. Poor Tyler. He can’t catch a break. Bloody men! I should know. Bugger. Good work TL I shed a quick tear when Janice was talking with him at the end.

Oh man... if you've cried for this chapter, you're so not ready for the upcoming chapters! ahah

Good luck!

 

[Krobbie1954]

Oh man... if you've cried for this chapter, you're so not ready for the upcoming chapters! ahah

Good luck!

I jeez thehottestmenxx I’ll be a wreck. I’ll. Eat it up anyway as I love your writing as you are aware. ;-)

 

[thehottestmenxx]

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*

MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN

Chapter 12: The 21 days fight (Part 1)

Day 1

"He's coming!" Janice pressed me.

"What?"

"Austin! He's coming out of the lobby, he's walking towards us. What should we do?"

I was freaking out.

"Nothing. We do nothing, Jan. I need to think."

Since how long had he been going to his wife? Had he even broken up with her at any point? In Cassie's mind, were they still happily married!?

Fuck! Austin could not have betrayed me that bad. Right?

Maybe he had been fooling me since the very beginning... Maybe everything had been a lie.

"What are you doing here, guys?" Austin had reached us. "It's gonna rain."

"We were just getting some fresh air... The hungover..." Janice replied.

"You're good, Ty?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I'm not equipped to handle heavy drinking anymore... That's what happens when you reach thirty, I guess."

We were not really good actors; it was clear that something was wrong but Austin did not challenge me. He was certainly too busy hiding his own secrets.

"Have you checked for your car? You're going to be late to your brother's place."

How dared he?! He fucking wanted me gone, asap!

I felt a few raindrops fall on my face.

I kept myself collected.

"I did get the car. I'm gonna leave in a minute. Are you all set? Party with the guys and then straight to L.A. afterwards?"

"Yeap."

I could not say if I wanted to cry or punch him in the face, Austin was lying through his teeth. Janice on my side looked like she was about to puke.

The rain intensified.

"Come on, let's go back inside." Austin suggested.

"No... I... I'll just go straight to the parking lot... We... We'll see each other in a couple of days then."

"Are you good, Ty? You're worrying me."

Austin leaned over to kiss me.

I let him, thinking it would be our last kiss.

"Are you?" I asked him back. "Good?"

"Listen, guys, I'll just go to the parking lot, I... Bye Austin!" Janice mumbled.

She smartly ran away from the situation. Austin definitely knew that something was up at this point. Maybe he understood he had been caught.

He changed his attitude once Janice was out of the view, acting gentler. He held my hand.

"Look, Ty, when we'll be home, we'll talk. Okay?"

"Talk about what?"

It was pouring rain on the both of us now.

"Should we go inside?" He insisted.

"No, Austin, I don't want to go inside. Just say your piece. Is there something you're not telling me?"

We were soaking wet.

"I... It's complicated, babe."

He was calling me babe... Seriously? His guilty face, his blabbering, those were all the proofs I needed to be certain that he was lying to me. But I was down putting my head in the sand.

"Complicated? How?" I urged him.

"It has nothing to do with you, or with us, I promise. Ty, we're getting soaked, what is going on with you?"

I had given him a chance to come clean.

He did not take it.

His bad.

"Enjoy your time with the guys, then."

"Ty?"

I kissed him on the cheek and ran towards the parking lot. He did not attempt to run after me.

I left my boyfriend there, being drenched by the rain.

Was he still my boyfriend though?

*

Night 1

We agreed on a course of action with Janice. She was, yet again, showing me how good of a friend she could be, the best of friends actually. She missed her flight to stay with me.

We hid in the rental car near the hotel while I was breaking down. For hours...

"How could he do that to me? I trusted him!"

"The asshole! The freaking asshole!" Janice was mad too. "It does not make any sense. You should have seen him last year, complaining about Cassie, whining about his married life, talking and worrying about you, all the time! I thought for sure he was serious about this."

"I was stupid, Jan. When he mentioned that he was still married, I should have dug deeper. I mean, he told me that his wife was okay with the separation, that she knew about us dating and I just believed him! I know nothing about their relationship. Nothing! They've spent years together! I'm the freaking intruder here! I'm the shameful mistress! I'm the bad guy!"

"Don't say that about yourself, Ty."

"But I am! Oh God, maybe he just told Cassie he needed to go work in L.A. for a year and did not even mention me... All the signs were there, Jan, but I refused to see them. She may still think they are together."

"How could she? You and Austin have been attached to the hips for months."

"I don't know! I don't know anything anymore."

She kissed my forehead.

"You're sure you wanna go there?"

"Yes. I've already told Ryan I would not come to see the kids. I need to catch Austin in the act. I need to see it with my own eyes."

Thankfully, Janice was the one driving, I would not have been able to.

I was crying the whole ride. Pathetic.

The feeling of betrayal was certainly equal to the feelings of love and trust I had for Austin before that, which is to say, immense.

We stopped several times on the way there to talk. And then to eat. There came a point where Jan was starving. I could barely eat though. Janice was telling me that I did not need Austin in my life. I was not sure it was helping.

After much back and forth, we arrived at Cassie's place around 11pm.

She was living in a very small house in the suburbs. Austin and her had bought back the house from a friend of Cassie's parents back when they had gotten married.

"We can always go back, Ty." Janice said.

A part of me was still hoping that Janice had gotten her info wrong. She had not.

"The car is here. He's here."

I did not say another word to Janice and I got out of the car, shaking. Austin had texted me during the afternoon.

"I did not like the way we said goodbye earlier. Please, call me back." He had written.

By his fifth text, he was more explicit: "We need to talk, Ty."

We were about to.

I knocked at the front door.

My heart was racing like crazy in my chest. I thought that maybe I would faint right there.

Noone came. I fought a strong impulse to run back to the car and I knocked again.

I wanted to cry again. But I could not. It was not the time.

I finally heard some movements inside.

I was literally shaking when the door opened.

Fuck.

He was there. It was all real. Austin had answered the door... As if he was still living there, as if it was his own place!

There was a moment of shared dismay.

Austin opened his mouth, his face had turned white, but no word came out. He was not expecting me.

There was no longer any doubt. He was cheating on me. Or rather, he had been cheating on his wife with me!

The reaction came naturally and I could not help it.

I slapped him. Right across his face.

Ouch.

Still, Austin did not say a word. He simply took a few steps back.

"What are you doing here? How could you do something like that? To me? To us?" I yelled.

"Tyler..."

"Where is she?! Does she know about me?" I barged into the living-room.

"Cassandra? Remember me? We met at your wedding. I'm fucking your husband!" I shouted like a maniac.

Talk about trying to stay collected and having a meaningful confrontation...

Seeing him actually there, with his shocked face and nothing to say to me, I just lost it.

"Please, Ty, calm down. It's not what you think."

"WHERE IS SHE?"

He tried to grab me.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME, AUSTIN! You have no right to touch me. Where is she?! Eh?! Cassandra?!"

"In the bathroom... But please... Listen to me."

"Listen to you? Ok, then. Please! Do talk! Tell me how this is not what I think. Tell me how you've not been seeing your wife behind my back this whole time! Tell me about your sick mother! Tell me about all the times you've been lying to me for the past month!"

Austin looked down at his shoes.

"My mother is not sick." He confessed.

Although I was not surprised, the acknowledgement still pierced my heart.

"Oh my God. How could I have been so dumb? Thinking that my college crush had suddenly magically fallen in love with me! What the fuck did you want, Austin? Play games?! Test some new sexual kinks? I just don't get it. Visiting me in prison, making me a love declaration, sleeping with me, living with me... For what? To go back with your wife?!"

"This has nothing to do with that! I've only been honest about my feelings for you. You know that. You know me."

"I clearly don't! I have no idea of who you are!"

"What's going on?!" I heard a female voice behind us.

I turned around.

Cassandra was there. As beautiful as the day I saw her getting married to Austin.

One thing was different though. She was wearing a night gown and... she was showing a round pregnant belly. There was no mistake there. She was pregnant and she had been for a while.

I had to hold on to a chair not to fall on the floor.

Austin grabbed me.

"I've only been genuine with you, Ty. I swear. Cassie knows about you... And I... I told her how important you are to me... But she... yeah... She's pregnant. Seven months pregnant. I wanted to tell you about it. I did not want you to find out this way."

"Good evening, Tyler." Cassie muttered, clearly feeling very uncomfortable.

Well, this, I had not seen coming.

*

Day 2 -- Day 4

I was back in our apartment in Los Angeles. Alone.

Austin wanted to come back with me but I told him to sort things out on his side. Besides, I needed some time on my own to process.

Frankly, once I had learned the big news, there was not much more to say. My boyfriend was going to become a dad, his wife was expecting HIS baby. I could not see myself fitting in the picture frame anymore.

We did talk when I found out. I vaguely understood that Cassie had called Austin out of the blue to confess that she was pregnant.

She had kept it a secret as she did not want Austin to stay married to her for the wrong reasons. Cassie had postponed the announcement as long as she could, but then, reaching the last trimester of her pregnancy and getting ready to sign the divorce papers, she had finally decided to call him.

About time, right?!

You bet that Austin was distraught after that phone call.

He told me a dumb lie about his mother to have a reason to leave hastily and then he spent more than a week with Cassie to, and I quote him, "figure things out".

I was not too sure of what they had talked about... or what they had done during that time. When Austin tried to explain himself, I left. I could not stand to hear any of it.

I explained the situation to Janice and she stayed with me for a little while.

I did not want to ruin her spirit though; Her wedding date was approaching and I did not want to impose myself.

Also, I had no wish to talk about it with anyone.

Going back to work was helpful. My colleagues, including Jasper, had no idea of what was happening, which was great because I could think about something else than my tragic love life and rest my mind during my shifts.

Jasper told me all about the Masked-Hunk "amazing" show the previous Thursday (apparently, he was wearing a golden jockstrap this time), and I let a sugar daddy hit on me for most of my shift.

Why not?

The man was about fifty years old but he was still very much sexy. A silver fox, as we say. I did love some grey hair on a fit body.

I did not cheat on Austin though.

Although I was tempted, just to get back at him, I went back home by myself. Stuck with my thoughts.

*

Day 5

Austin came back home four days after I had confronted him at Cassie's place.

We had another fight. Or maybe it was more of a discussion this time. I guess there was some progress made.

The few days apart had allowed the both of us to think things through. It was a tough pill to swallow.

"Maybe we should sit down?" Austin suggested a few minutes after being back.

I nodded yes.

We went to sit on the couch. I was a nervous wreck. Austin too.

To be honest, I was even doubting he would ever come back. But he was there. Right next to me. He did not try to kiss me when he walked in though.

Was it because he was afraid that I would reject him or did he want to signify to me we were over?

I started with that.

"Are we still together?"

"Of course, we are. Ty, I love you." He held my hand.

A tear fell down my cheek.

"Really, Austin? You came back to her, for days, and then, you went back, again, and..."

"Cassie and I, we are done. We have been done for months. We have not touched each other since last December. Not once."

"Why the fuck is she carrying your baby, then?"

"Because I tried to save my marriage, Ty! Because, yes, I will admit it, we tried to mend things up, until the very end! She probably got pregnant a couple weeks before Christmas, when we gave ourselves one last shot. Look Ty, I promise you, I had no idea she was expecting a baby. When she told me about it, I was as stunned as you were, I mean, even more. I... I could not believe; I still cannot believe I'm going to be a dad sometimes."

"What is wrong with that woman? Hiding this from you?"

Austin caressed my thigh gently.

It was a small detail but he was showing me signs of affections.

He sighed.

"We had many discussions about it... I was very pissed; you have no idea."

"And now?"

"Now, I have tried to put myself in her shoes. I told her I wanted a divorce, then that I was moving to Los Angeles, and then that I was trying things out with an old friend of mine coming out from prison. A man... She did now know how to bring up the baby in all of this."

"Poor woman... Right?"

"Yes, Ty! I know it's unfair to you. But can you imagine how she felt?"

"Thanks for reminding me that I broke your marriage, while your wife was pregnant! Of course, I think about that, about her, about how she must have felt! All the damn time! I feel awful about it. I feel awful about being the third person in your marriage."

"You're not though. At all. You're not the third person. You're MY person."

"Austin... You're going to have a baby with her... She's still your wife! I will always feel like I'm the side piece."

"I swear to you, you're the only one I want to be with. I..." He put his hand on my cheek. "This is why I took so long to talk to you about this. I needed to clear my own head. I needed to talk things through with Cassie. I had time to do so. And I chose you. I choose you. All over again."

He kissed my shoulders; he held me in his arms. Tightly.

I was crying.

I know, again.

We stopped talking for a while.

I did not want to leave him. Or rather, I could not leave him. I loved Austin way too much.

We cuddled for the entire night.

We stayed together.

[Chapter 12 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN

Chapter 12: The 21 days fight (Part 2)

Day 6 -- Day 13

On the days which followed, Austin was on his best behaviour. Tender, caring, romantic. He brought me flowers and chocolate. He put post-its all around the house with hearts and "I love you" on them. He made the bed each morning and watched my favourite tv-show so we could talk about it.

We talked about Cassie, about the baby, but not too much. The topic was still highly sensitive.

Slowly though, we started getting intimate again.

He fucked me a couple of days after his return and it got us closer. Sex was the one thing we had always been very good at.

It was hard to think about anything upsetting while he was banging my ass and whispering in my ears how much I was his "dirty boy."

I felt a bit silly when I called him "daddy" though.

Janice was not happy about the way we had so quickly gotten back together. She was worried about me.

Janice proposed multiple times that I go live with Richard and her. I always had the same answer to give to her:

"He's my dream guy, Jan. I cannot let him go."

Besides, Austin had not cheated on me. That baby was simply the reminder of a constant in my life: I was terrible at timing!

The days went by, I was working a lot, taking more shifts than usual, and Austin was doing everything he could so we would hold tight.

On the surface, we were fine. I mean, Austin was perfect with me, but deep down, my anxiety was growing. I was seeing the calendar as a ticking bomb. Seven weeks before the due date. Six weeks...

What would happen once the baby would be there?

When Austin explained his plans, and therefore our plans, for the future, I was numb.

"Of course, I want to be there for the baby. She deserves to have a dad."

Incidentally, I had just learned that he was going to have a daughter and not a son. This had never been mentioned before.

"The contract for the stadium was always meant to last a single year so we will back on the East-Coast next March, and then, we can do shared custody like all divorced couples."

"You're still married though..." I pointed out.

"Only until the baby is born, Ty. I told you, it's just easier for the paperwork that we stay officially married until the birth. But the divorce will be official right after."

"What a nice way to welcome a baby into this world. Divorce papers at the maternity."

Austin sighed.

"Come on, you know I'm doing everything I can to make this work. What would you prefer? That Cassie and I stay married?"

I looked at the ceiling.

"There are many things I would have preferred, Austin..."

"Don't be like that."

"What if you change your mind when you see YOUR baby in YOUR wife's arms?"

"Change my mind?"

"About living here, with me! How can you be sure that you are not going to want to give this family a shot? I could not even be mad at you. I would get it."

"Come on, Ty, we've been talking about this, I'm all in. With you!"

The fact that he was getting frustrated about my doubts only made me more worried. Could not he see those were legitimate concerns?

We ended the conversation there. If we were to push things any further, we may jeopardize our entire relationship and we were both careful enough to avoid that.

*

Day 14 -- Day 20

Despite the efforts we were putting in, the arguments became more and more part of our daily routine.

Cassie was calling often to keep Austin informed about the pregnancy. Which I perfectly understood, the due date was getting dangerously close.

Yet, every mention of the birth to come was a reason for another fight.

We were both trying hard but our frustrations and fears were getting the best of us.

"I'M HERE! AIN'T I?! WITH YOU?! I'm sharing my bed, with you, Ty. I have left my whole life behind, FOR YOU. And when I learned that I was going to be a dad, I still stayed! What more can I do to prove to you that I'm in this for the long run?!"

I had gone to sleep on the couch after another fight and Austin was mad at me.

I was keeping a lot of things in, just to not make things worse, but the atmosphere at the apartment had become tense.

I did not want to talk to Janice about it, -- her wedding was set to happen a week later at that point and I could not handle her telling me that I should break-up with Austin --, so I started confiding myself in Jasper.

Even my co-worker could tell that there was something wrong.

He found me breaking down in the bar restrooms once.

"Austin is going to have a baby. With his wife, well his future ex-wife. She's eight months pregnant." I explained.

"Damn, Tyler Braxton is gonna be a step-dad! Who would have thought?" Jasper exclaimed. "May I call you daddy?"

I chuckled.

"I'm so mad, Jasper. I hate it but that's just the truth. I'm mad at Austin, at his wife, at their baby! Can you believe it? I am pissed at an unborn child who has not done anything wrong in this world."

"I mean, he did mess up your world."

"She. The baby is a girl."

Jasper took a more serious tone than his usual.

"But you still want to be with Austin, right?"

For the first time, I seriously asked myself that question.

Jasper did not ask if I was in love with Austin, which I was. He did not ask if I was forgiving him, which I may. He asked if I wanted to be with him.

Fuck...

That was a harder answer to give.

*

Day 21

Austin and I had been on edge for about three weeks when our fight ended.

We were doing pretty fine that day. We fucked twice the night before and Austin was really supporting me on my writing, which I thought was really cute.

The fight started for a silly reason. But it escalated quickly.

Mrs. Smith, the neighbour, complained about the noise we were making, (i.e. both the sex and the arguments we were having), and Austin made a remark which did not sit well with me.

"This is something I'm not going to miss next year, that old brat!" He said with a grin.

"So, this is decided then. We're moving out next year?"

Austin was taken aback.

"Well, yeah... We've talked about it."

I was reaching my breaking point and for the first point, I was able to pin-point what my issue truly was with my boyfriend's behaviour.

"No, Austin. YOU have talked about it. You have decided. I did not have a say in the conversation."

"I thought you were fine with it. I..."

"I have a job, here. A life!"

"A job? You're working at a gay bar."

That one hurt.

"That's very nice of you, Austin, to always diminish what I do."

"I'm sorry, Ty. You know that's not what I meant."

"What did you mean, then? That my life is so pathetically empty that once YOU decide to go somewhere, I should just be happy to follow you."

"Damn it, Ty. I'm just saying that working at the "Man Cave" is not really a solid career path. I'm sure there're tons of bars on the East-Coast!"

"You really don't hear yourself sometimes. Your condescending tone."

"What the hell do you want me to do? We both knew we were supposed to stay here for just a year. I'm not changing any of our plans. And you know the situation is different, you cannot keep resenting me for it! You cannot be mad at me for wanting to be near my daughter."

"Being mad? I feel like I'm being very understanding here! And, of course, I get that you want to go live near her! That's the problem, Austin. I really do get that you need to be close to your daughter and wife! I'm just starting to wonder if I should go with you."

Austin started to pace around, which was never a good sign.

"Tyler, how many times will I have to tell you that I want you to be there with me?! I don't see my life without you. Why is it so hard for you to believe? I chose you!"

I laughed sarcastically.

"You really don't get it, don't you?"

"Get what?"

"That this is not about YOU! Not everything is about what YOU want, what YOU have decided. Are you so full of yourself that you cannot consider that I may not be willing to follow you! That maybe, I'm no longer the Freshman boy who is ready to do anything to be with you?"

"I'm telling you, Ty. We can make this work."

Austin tried to hold my hands but I pushed him back.

"What if I don't want to? Have you thought about this? I trust you, okay. When you say that you love me, I trust that. But what if I don't want to be with someone who has a kid? What if this is not the life, I had planned for myself?! I have not signed-up for this. When you gave me your big love declaration after prison, there was no baby, no wife, no ex-wife, it was just us."

Austin was clenching his fists.

"Here we go, then! You regret choosing me over your prison boyfriend, Kurtis? Because everything is not exactly as planned, because I am not your perfect image of a boyfriend, you want to go back."

I was so frustrated by this point.

"Really? This is what you think? I don't care about Kurtis! I have not talked to him in months. And I did not choose you... It was..." I had to choose my words carefully. "Austin, I have been in love with you for eleven years. ELEVEN YEARS. Of course, I wanted to be with you over anyone else!"

"Wanted? Like... In the past?"

His voice was breaking.

"This is not about Kurtis; this is not even Cassie or the baby. This is about you and I. This is about me worrying for your sick mother for weeks! This is about the way you lied to my face, again and again! This is about the fact that you think you can act shitty towards me, make-up stories, and still, take decisions for the both of us without consulting me because you are so sure that I would always be there for you."

"Come on, Ty, just listen to me..."

"No, no... The worst part is, you're right! The minute you call, I come back. You can pounder about your future, living with your wife for days, and the moment you whistle back, I'm here. And it's just a given for you!"

We were both crying.

"Tyler, please."

"I am done with that, Austin."

I knew I was right but it was still a crazy difficult thing to say and an even harder decision to make.

"What do you mean, you're done?"

"Aust, I love you more than anything in this world, but I cannot let my love for you make me miserable."

"Babe, don't say anything you would regret."

"I've been unhappy for weeks now and things are only getting worse and... I... I simply don't need this in my life. I cannot be anxiously waiting for the moment your wife is going to call and you'll have to rush towards her. Maybe that's selfish, but I need to be my boyfriend's priority."

"Ok, Ty. I understand. I... I guess I have not realized how it's been for you. I'm sorry. Truly. I should have been more considerate about your own feelings. And I'm sorry that I lied. But I'm sure we can work things out."

"I'm the one being sorry, Austin." I took a deep breath. "I don't think I have the energy to try to make this work... I... I'm gonna go now."

Austin tried to hold me back while I packed my things, but my mind was made up.

We needed to take a break.

I left for Janice's place that evening. I knocked at her door around midnight, only a couple of days before her wedding.

*

Night 21

Richard and Janice were both very welcoming despite the situation, and immediately, they set me up in a nice guest room. They even cooked me a very late dinner.

I was very hungry. A weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

"We barely ever use this room so you can stay here as long as you want." Janice told me.

I thanked her. I did not know what I would do without Janice in my life.

I spent most of the night crying, rehashing everything which had happened since the college reunion.

Until something happened which made me stop crying.

I threw some of my clothes in a large cabinet and something fell off my head. It almost broke my neck and I was stunned for a few seconds.

My day of luck, right?

It was a large black bag. I picked it up from the floor to put it back.

While I was about to close the zipper, something inside of it caught my attention.

A green fabric.

A cape.

I should not have looked in, I was a guest in a friend's home, but I did (sue me!). There was not only a cape. But a mask too.

I was distraught because of the recent events so my brain took a little while to process what I was seeing.

It looked like a super-hero outfit.

Green.

A "Robin" super-hero outfit.

And there, under the cape, a couple of jockstraps. A green leather one and a golden one.

"Ah." I audibly gasped.

I had to sit down on the bed.

There were a couple of dildos hidden in the back of the bag.

No way.

My hands were heavily shaking.

I opened-up the app on my phone. I looked for the Masked Hunk's profile.

I mean... Richard had the same body shape but...

I could barely type his name on the search bar, I was shaking so much. The good thing was, I was no longer thinking about Austin and my break-up!

The Masked Hunk was sucking on the dildo on a video, the very same I was holding in real life...

But there was something even more telling.

How could I have not seen this before?

Those lips on the video... Those were Richard's lips. No doubt.

Janice was about to marry a Pornstar... and she had no freaking idea!

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.

[MORE TO CUM]

And guys, this is how we conclude Part one of this story! Who is ready for the second half?! This is only the start of the twists and turns to come...

 

[Krobbie1954]

MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN

Chapter 12: The 21 days fight (Part 2)

Day 6 -- Day 13

On the days which followed, Austin was on his best behaviour. Tender, caring, romantic. He brought me flowers and chocolate. He put post-its all around the house with hearts and "I love you" on them. He made the bed each morning and watched my favourite tv-show so we could talk about it.

We talked about Cassie, about the baby, but not too much. The topic was still highly sensitive.

Slowly though, we started getting intimate again.

He fucked me a couple of days after his return and it got us closer. Sex was the one thing we had always been very good at.

It was hard to think about anything upsetting while he was banging my ass and whispering in my ears how much I was his "dirty boy."

I felt a bit silly when I called him "daddy" though.

Janice was not happy about the way we had so quickly gotten back together. She was worried about me.

Janice proposed multiple times that I go live with Richard and her. I always had the same answer to give to her:

"He's my dream guy, Jan. I cannot let him go."

Besides, Austin had not cheated on me. That baby was simply the reminder of a constant in my life: I was terrible at timing!

The days went by, I was working a lot, taking more shifts than usual, and Austin was doing everything he could so we would hold tight.

On the surface, we were fine. I mean, Austin was perfect with me, but deep down, my anxiety was growing. I was seeing the calendar as a ticking bomb. Seven weeks before the due date. Six weeks...

What would happen once the baby would be there?

When Austin explained his plans, and therefore our plans, for the future, I was numb.

"Of course, I want to be there for the baby. She deserves to have a dad."

Incidentally, I had just learned that he was going to have a daughter and not a son. This had never been mentioned before.

"The contract for the stadium was always meant to last a single year so we will back on the East-Coast next March, and then, we can do shared custody like all divorced couples."

"You're still married though..." I pointed out.

"Only until the baby is born, Ty. I told you, it's just easier for the paperwork that we stay officially married until the birth. But the divorce will be official right after."

"What a nice way to welcome a baby into this world. Divorce papers at the maternity."

Austin sighed.

"Come on, you know I'm doing everything I can to make this work. What would you prefer? That Cassie and I stay married?"

I looked at the ceiling.

"There are many things I would have preferred, Austin..."

"Don't be like that."

"What if you change your mind when you see YOUR baby in YOUR wife's arms?"

"Change my mind?"

"About living here, with me! How can you be sure that you are not going to want to give this family a shot? I could not even be mad at you. I would get it."

"Come on, Ty, we've been talking about this, I'm all in. With you!"

The fact that he was getting frustrated about my doubts only made me more worried. Could not he see those were legitimate concerns?

We ended the conversation there. If we were to push things any further, we may jeopardize our entire relationship and we were both careful enough to avoid that.

*

Day 14 -- Day 20

Despite the efforts we were putting in, the arguments became more and more part of our daily routine.

Cassie was calling often to keep Austin informed about the pregnancy. Which I perfectly understood, the due date was getting dangerously close.

Yet, every mention of the birth to come was a reason for another fight.

We were both trying hard but our frustrations and fears were getting the best of us.

"I'M HERE! AIN'T I?! WITH YOU?! I'm sharing my bed, with you, Ty. I have left my whole life behind, FOR YOU. And when I learned that I was going to be a dad, I still stayed! What more can I do to prove to you that I'm in this for the long run?!"

I had gone to sleep on the couch after another fight and Austin was mad at me.

I was keeping a lot of things in, just to not make things worse, but the atmosphere at the apartment had become tense.

I did not want to talk to Janice about it, -- her wedding was set to happen a week later at that point and I could not handle her telling me that I should break-up with Austin --, so I started confiding myself in Jasper.

Even my co-worker could tell that there was something wrong.

He found me breaking down in the bar restrooms once.

"Austin is going to have a baby. With his wife, well his future ex-wife. She's eight months pregnant." I explained.

"Damn, Tyler Braxton is gonna be a step-dad! Who would have thought?" Jasper exclaimed. "May I call you daddy?"

I chuckled.

"I'm so mad, Jasper. I hate it but that's just the truth. I'm mad at Austin, at his wife, at their baby! Can you believe it? I am pissed at an unborn child who has not done anything wrong in this world."

"I mean, he did mess up your world."

"She. The baby is a girl."

Jasper took a more serious tone than his usual.

"But you still want to be with Austin, right?"

For the first time, I seriously asked myself that question.

Jasper did not ask if I was in love with Austin, which I was. He did not ask if I was forgiving him, which I may. He asked if I wanted to be with him.

Fuck...

That was a harder answer to give.

*

Day 21

Austin and I had been on edge for about three weeks when our fight ended.

We were doing pretty fine that day. We fucked twice the night before and Austin was really supporting me on my writing, which I thought was really cute.

The fight started for a silly reason. But it escalated quickly.

Mrs. Smith, the neighbour, complained about the noise we were making, (i.e. both the sex and the arguments we were having), and Austin made a remark which did not sit well with me.

"This is something I'm not going to miss next year, that old brat!" He said with a grin.

"So, this is decided then. We're moving out next year?"

Austin was taken aback.

"Well, yeah... We've talked about it."

I was reaching my breaking point and for the first point, I was able to pin-point what my issue truly was with my boyfriend's behaviour.

"No, Austin. YOU have talked about it. You have decided. I did not have a say in the conversation."

"I thought you were fine with it. I..."

"I have a job, here. A life!"

"A job? You're working at a gay bar."

That one hurt.

"That's very nice of you, Austin, to always diminish what I do."

"I'm sorry, Ty. You know that's not what I meant."

"What did you mean, then? That my life is so pathetically empty that once YOU decide to go somewhere, I should just be happy to follow you."

"Damn it, Ty. I'm just saying that working at the "Man Cave" is not really a solid career path. I'm sure there're tons of bars on the East-Coast!"

"You really don't hear yourself sometimes. Your condescending tone."

"What the hell do you want me to do? We both knew we were supposed to stay here for just a year. I'm not changing any of our plans. And you know the situation is different, you cannot keep resenting me for it! You cannot be mad at me for wanting to be near my daughter."

"Being mad? I feel like I'm being very understanding here! And, of course, I get that you want to go live near her! That's the problem, Austin. I really do get that you need to be close to your daughter and wife! I'm just starting to wonder if I should go with you."

Austin started to pace around, which was never a good sign.

"Tyler, how many times will I have to tell you that I want you to be there with me?! I don't see my life without you. Why is it so hard for you to believe? I chose you!"

I laughed sarcastically.

"You really don't get it, don't you?"

"Get what?"

"That this is not about YOU! Not everything is about what YOU want, what YOU have decided. Are you so full of yourself that you cannot consider that I may not be willing to follow you! That maybe, I'm no longer the Freshman boy who is ready to do anything to be with you?"

"I'm telling you, Ty. We can make this work."

Austin tried to hold my hands but I pushed him back.

"What if I don't want to? Have you thought about this? I trust you, okay. When you say that you love me, I trust that. But what if I don't want to be with someone who has a kid? What if this is not the life, I had planned for myself?! I have not signed-up for this. When you gave me your big love declaration after prison, there was no baby, no wife, no ex-wife, it was just us."

Austin was clenching his fists.

"Here we go, then! You regret choosing me over your prison boyfriend, Kurtis? Because everything is not exactly as planned, because I am not your perfect image of a boyfriend, you want to go back."

I was so frustrated by this point.

"Really? This is what you think? I don't care about Kurtis! I have not talked to him in months. And I did not choose you... It was..." I had to choose my words carefully. "Austin, I have been in love with you for eleven years. ELEVEN YEARS. Of course, I wanted to be with you over anyone else!"

"Wanted? Like... In the past?"

His voice was breaking.

"This is not about Kurtis; this is not even Cassie or the baby. This is about you and I. This is about me worrying for your sick mother for weeks! This is about the way you lied to my face, again and again! This is about the fact that you think you can act shitty towards me, make-up stories, and still, take decisions for the both of us without consulting me because you are so sure that I would always be there for you."

"Come on, Ty, just listen to me..."

"No, no... The worst part is, you're right! The minute you call, I come back. You can pounder about your future, living with your wife for days, and the moment you whistle back, I'm here. And it's just a given for you!"

We were both crying.

"Tyler, please."

"I am done with that, Austin."

I knew I was right but it was still a crazy difficult thing to say and an even harder decision to make.

"What do you mean, you're done?"

"Aust, I love you more than anything in this world, but I cannot let my love for you make me miserable."

"Babe, don't say anything you would regret."

"I've been unhappy for weeks now and things are only getting worse and... I... I simply don't need this in my life. I cannot be anxiously waiting for the moment your wife is going to call and you'll have to rush towards her. Maybe that's selfish, but I need to be my boyfriend's priority."

"Ok, Ty. I understand. I... I guess I have not realized how it's been for you. I'm sorry. Truly. I should have been more considerate about your own feelings. And I'm sorry that I lied. But I'm sure we can work things out."

"I'm the one being sorry, Austin." I took a deep breath. "I don't think I have the energy to try to make this work... I... I'm gonna go now."

Austin tried to hold me back while I packed my things, but my mind was made up.

We needed to take a break.

I left for Janice's place that evening. I knocked at her door around midnight, only a couple of days before her wedding.

*

Night 21

Richard and Janice were both very welcoming despite the situation, and immediately, they set me up in a nice guest room. They even cooked me a very late dinner.

I was very hungry. A weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

"We barely ever use this room so you can stay here as long as you want." Janice told me.

I thanked her. I did not know what I would do without Janice in my life.

I spent most of the night crying, rehashing everything which had happened since the college reunion.

Until something happened which made me stop crying.

I threw some of my clothes in a large cabinet and something fell off my head. It almost broke my neck and I was stunned for a few seconds.

My day of luck, right?

It was a large black bag. I picked it up from the floor to put it back.

While I was about to close the zipper, something inside of it caught my attention.

A green fabric.

A cape.

I should not have looked in, I was a guest in a friend's home, but I did (sue me!). There was not only a cape. But a mask too.

I was distraught because of the recent events so my brain took a little while to process what I was seeing.

It looked like a super-hero outfit.

Green.

A "Robin" super-hero outfit.

And there, under the cape, a couple of jockstraps. A green leather one and a golden one.

"Ah." I audibly gasped.

I had to sit down on the bed.

There were a couple of dildos hidden in the back of the bag.

No way.

My hands were heavily shaking.

I opened-up the app on my phone. I looked for the Masked Hunk's profile.

I mean... Richard had the same body shape but...

I could barely type his name on the search bar, I was shaking so much. The good thing was, I was no longer thinking about Austin and my break-up!

The Masked Hunk was sucking on the dildo on a video, the very same I was holding in real life...

But there was something even more telling.

How could I have not seen this before?

Those lips on the video... Those were Richard's lips. No doubt.

Janice was about to marry a Pornstar... and she had no freaking idea!

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.

[MORE TO CUM]

And guys, this is how we conclude Part one of this story! Who is ready for the second half?! This is only the start of the twists and turns to come...

Wow! I didn’t see that coming. Richard? Okay things are getting interesting. I’m saddened that Austin and Ty are on a break. He just doesn’t see how much Austin loves him and that he is his man. Boo hoo. Tears.

 

[ItalMusc]

MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN

Chapter 12: The 21 days fight (Part 2)

Day 6 -- Day 13

On the days which followed, Austin was on his best behaviour. Tender, caring, romantic. He brought me flowers and chocolate. He put post-its all around the house with hearts and "I love you" on them. He made the bed each morning and watched my favourite tv-show so we could talk about it.

We talked about Cassie, about the baby, but not too much. The topic was still highly sensitive.

Slowly though, we started getting intimate again.

He fucked me a couple of days after his return and it got us closer. Sex was the one thing we had always been very good at.

It was hard to think about anything upsetting while he was banging my ass and whispering in my ears how much I was his "dirty boy."

I felt a bit silly when I called him "daddy" though.

Janice was not happy about the way we had so quickly gotten back together. She was worried about me.

Janice proposed multiple times that I go live with Richard and her. I always had the same answer to give to her:

"He's my dream guy, Jan. I cannot let him go."

Besides, Austin had not cheated on me. That baby was simply the reminder of a constant in my life: I was terrible at timing!

The days went by, I was working a lot, taking more shifts than usual, and Austin was doing everything he could so we would hold tight.

On the surface, we were fine. I mean, Austin was perfect with me, but deep down, my anxiety was growing. I was seeing the calendar as a ticking bomb. Seven weeks before the due date. Six weeks...

What would happen once the baby would be there?

When Austin explained his plans, and therefore our plans, for the future, I was numb.

"Of course, I want to be there for the baby. She deserves to have a dad."

Incidentally, I had just learned that he was going to have a daughter and not a son. This had never been mentioned before.

"The contract for the stadium was always meant to last a single year so we will back on the East-Coast next March, and then, we can do shared custody like all divorced couples."

"You're still married though..." I pointed out.

"Only until the baby is born, Ty. I told you, it's just easier for the paperwork that we stay officially married until the birth. But the divorce will be official right after."

"What a nice way to welcome a baby into this world. Divorce papers at the maternity."

Austin sighed.

"Come on, you know I'm doing everything I can to make this work. What would you prefer? That Cassie and I stay married?"

I looked at the ceiling.

"There are many things I would have preferred, Austin..."

"Don't be like that."

"What if you change your mind when you see YOUR baby in YOUR wife's arms?"

"Change my mind?"

"About living here, with me! How can you be sure that you are not going to want to give this family a shot? I could not even be mad at you. I would get it."

"Come on, Ty, we've been talking about this, I'm all in. With you!"

The fact that he was getting frustrated about my doubts only made me more worried. Could not he see those were legitimate concerns?

We ended the conversation there. If we were to push things any further, we may jeopardize our entire relationship and we were both careful enough to avoid that.

*

Day 14 -- Day 20

Despite the efforts we were putting in, the arguments became more and more part of our daily routine.

Cassie was calling often to keep Austin informed about the pregnancy. Which I perfectly understood, the due date was getting dangerously close.

Yet, every mention of the birth to come was a reason for another fight.

We were both trying hard but our frustrations and fears were getting the best of us.

"I'M HERE! AIN'T I?! WITH YOU?! I'm sharing my bed, with you, Ty. I have left my whole life behind, FOR YOU. And when I learned that I was going to be a dad, I still stayed! What more can I do to prove to you that I'm in this for the long run?!"

I had gone to sleep on the couch after another fight and Austin was mad at me.

I was keeping a lot of things in, just to not make things worse, but the atmosphere at the apartment had become tense.

I did not want to talk to Janice about it, -- her wedding was set to happen a week later at that point and I could not handle her telling me that I should break-up with Austin --, so I started confiding myself in Jasper.

Even my co-worker could tell that there was something wrong.

He found me breaking down in the bar restrooms once.

"Austin is going to have a baby. With his wife, well his future ex-wife. She's eight months pregnant." I explained.

"Damn, Tyler Braxton is gonna be a step-dad! Who would have thought?" Jasper exclaimed. "May I call you daddy?"

I chuckled.

"I'm so mad, Jasper. I hate it but that's just the truth. I'm mad at Austin, at his wife, at their baby! Can you believe it? I am pissed at an unborn child who has not done anything wrong in this world."

"I mean, he did mess up your world."

"She. The baby is a girl."

Jasper took a more serious tone than his usual.

"But you still want to be with Austin, right?"

For the first time, I seriously asked myself that question.

Jasper did not ask if I was in love with Austin, which I was. He did not ask if I was forgiving him, which I may. He asked if I wanted to be with him.

Fuck...

That was a harder answer to give.

*

Day 21

Austin and I had been on edge for about three weeks when our fight ended.

We were doing pretty fine that day. We fucked twice the night before and Austin was really supporting me on my writing, which I thought was really cute.

The fight started for a silly reason. But it escalated quickly.

Mrs. Smith, the neighbour, complained about the noise we were making, (i.e. both the sex and the arguments we were having), and Austin made a remark which did not sit well with me.

"This is something I'm not going to miss next year, that old brat!" He said with a grin.

"So, this is decided then. We're moving out next year?"

Austin was taken aback.

"Well, yeah... We've talked about it."

I was reaching my breaking point and for the first point, I was able to pin-point what my issue truly was with my boyfriend's behaviour.

"No, Austin. YOU have talked about it. You have decided. I did not have a say in the conversation."

"I thought you were fine with it. I..."

"I have a job, here. A life!"

"A job? You're working at a gay bar."

That one hurt.

"That's very nice of you, Austin, to always diminish what I do."

"I'm sorry, Ty. You know that's not what I meant."

"What did you mean, then? That my life is so pathetically empty that once YOU decide to go somewhere, I should just be happy to follow you."

"Damn it, Ty. I'm just saying that working at the "Man Cave" is not really a solid career path. I'm sure there're tons of bars on the East-Coast!"

"You really don't hear yourself sometimes. Your condescending tone."

"What the hell do you want me to do? We both knew we were supposed to stay here for just a year. I'm not changing any of our plans. And you know the situation is different, you cannot keep resenting me for it! You cannot be mad at me for wanting to be near my daughter."

"Being mad? I feel like I'm being very understanding here! And, of course, I get that you want to go live near her! That's the problem, Austin. I really do get that you need to be close to your daughter and wife! I'm just starting to wonder if I should go with you."

Austin started to pace around, which was never a good sign.

"Tyler, how many times will I have to tell you that I want you to be there with me?! I don't see my life without you. Why is it so hard for you to believe? I chose you!"

I laughed sarcastically.

"You really don't get it, don't you?"

"Get what?"

"That this is not about YOU! Not everything is about what YOU want, what YOU have decided. Are you so full of yourself that you cannot consider that I may not be willing to follow you! That maybe, I'm no longer the Freshman boy who is ready to do anything to be with you?"

"I'm telling you, Ty. We can make this work."

Austin tried to hold my hands but I pushed him back.

"What if I don't want to? Have you thought about this? I trust you, okay. When you say that you love me, I trust that. But what if I don't want to be with someone who has a kid? What if this is not the life, I had planned for myself?! I have not signed-up for this. When you gave me your big love declaration after prison, there was no baby, no wife, no ex-wife, it was just us."

Austin was clenching his fists.

"Here we go, then! You regret choosing me over your prison boyfriend, Kurtis? Because everything is not exactly as planned, because I am not your perfect image of a boyfriend, you want to go back."

I was so frustrated by this point.

"Really? This is what you think? I don't care about Kurtis! I have not talked to him in months. And I did not choose you... It was..." I had to choose my words carefully. "Austin, I have been in love with you for eleven years. ELEVEN YEARS. Of course, I wanted to be with you over anyone else!"

"Wanted? Like... In the past?"

His voice was breaking.

"This is not about Kurtis; this is not even Cassie or the baby. This is about you and I. This is about me worrying for your sick mother for weeks! This is about the way you lied to my face, again and again! This is about the fact that you think you can act shitty towards me, make-up stories, and still, take decisions for the both of us without consulting me because you are so sure that I would always be there for you."

"Come on, Ty, just listen to me..."

"No, no... The worst part is, you're right! The minute you call, I come back. You can pounder about your future, living with your wife for days, and the moment you whistle back, I'm here. And it's just a given for you!"

We were both crying.

"Tyler, please."

"I am done with that, Austin."

I knew I was right but it was still a crazy difficult thing to say and an even harder decision to make.

"What do you mean, you're done?"

"Aust, I love you more than anything in this world, but I cannot let my love for you make me miserable."

"Babe, don't say anything you would regret."

"I've been unhappy for weeks now and things are only getting worse and... I... I simply don't need this in my life. I cannot be anxiously waiting for the moment your wife is going to call and you'll have to rush towards her. Maybe that's selfish, but I need to be my boyfriend's priority."

"Ok, Ty. I understand. I... I guess I have not realized how it's been for you. I'm sorry. Truly. I should have been more considerate about your own feelings. And I'm sorry that I lied. But I'm sure we can work things out."

"I'm the one being sorry, Austin." I took a deep breath. "I don't think I have the energy to try to make this work... I... I'm gonna go now."

Austin tried to hold me back while I packed my things, but my mind was made up.

We needed to take a break.

I left for Janice's place that evening. I knocked at her door around midnight, only a couple of days before her wedding.

*

Night 21

Richard and Janice were both very welcoming despite the situation, and immediately, they set me up in a nice guest room. They even cooked me a very late dinner.

I was very hungry. A weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

"We barely ever use this room so you can stay here as long as you want." Janice told me.

I thanked her. I did not know what I would do without Janice in my life.

I spent most of the night crying, rehashing everything which had happened since the college reunion.

Until something happened which made me stop crying.

I threw some of my clothes in a large cabinet and something fell off my head. It almost broke my neck and I was stunned for a few seconds.

My day of luck, right?

It was a large black bag. I picked it up from the floor to put it back.

While I was about to close the zipper, something inside of it caught my attention.

A green fabric.

A cape.

I should not have looked in, I was a guest in a friend's home, but I did (sue me!). There was not only a cape. But a mask too.

I was distraught because of the recent events so my brain took a little while to process what I was seeing.

It looked like a super-hero outfit.

Green.

A "Robin" super-hero outfit.

And there, under the cape, a couple of jockstraps. A green leather one and a golden one.

"Ah." I audibly gasped.

I had to sit down on the bed.

There were a couple of dildos hidden in the back of the bag.

No way.

My hands were heavily shaking.

I opened-up the app on my phone. I looked for the Masked Hunk's profile.

I mean... Richard had the same body shape but...

I could barely type his name on the search bar, I was shaking so much. The good thing was, I was no longer thinking about Austin and my break-up!

The Masked Hunk was sucking on the dildo on a video, the very same I was holding in real life...

But there was something even more telling.

How could I have not seen this before?

Those lips on the video... Those were Richard's lips. No doubt.

Janice was about to marry a Pornstar... and she had no freaking idea!

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.

[MORE TO CUM]

And guys, this is how we conclude Part one of this story! Who is ready for the second half?! This is only the start of the twists and turns to come...

Dude, you are so good at this! Before we can overthink Ty and Austin’s future you blindside us and redirect us. The twisted possibilities discovering Richard/Robin dual identity is mind blowing. What do you do when you realize your bestie is about to marry everyones wet dream? It’s like Jimmy Olson discovering Clark Kent’s secret identity and not telling Lois Lane. Well that is if Clark’s alter ego was slinging his stuff for the other team for dollars, lots of dollars. Why do I think Janice is on board somehow??
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I did like the idea of having a key moment for the main characters, but to have the biggest twist situated elsewhere, on the second / sub storyline.

Given the mess all of the characters are in right now, you can expect some more drama, twists and turns (but also sex) in the next 12 chapters to conclude the trilogy!

 

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MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN

Chapter 12: The 21 days fight (Part 2)

Day 6 -- Day 13

On the days which followed, Austin was on his best behaviour. Tender, caring, romantic. He brought me flowers and chocolate. He put post-its all around the house with hearts and "I love you" on them. He made the bed each morning and watched my favourite tv-show so we could talk about it.

We talked about Cassie, about the baby, but not too much. The topic was still highly sensitive.

Slowly though, we started getting intimate again.

He fucked me a couple of days after his return and it got us closer. Sex was the one thing we had always been very good at.

It was hard to think about anything upsetting while he was banging my ass and whispering in my ears how much I was his "dirty boy."

I felt a bit silly when I called him "daddy" though.

Janice was not happy about the way we had so quickly gotten back together. She was worried about me.

Janice proposed multiple times that I go live with Richard and her. I always had the same answer to give to her:

"He's my dream guy, Jan. I cannot let him go."

Besides, Austin had not cheated on me. That baby was simply the reminder of a constant in my life: I was terrible at timing!

The days went by, I was working a lot, taking more shifts than usual, and Austin was doing everything he could so we would hold tight.

On the surface, we were fine. I mean, Austin was perfect with me, but deep down, my anxiety was growing. I was seeing the calendar as a ticking bomb. Seven weeks before the due date. Six weeks...

What would happen once the baby would be there?

When Austin explained his plans, and therefore our plans, for the future, I was numb.

"Of course, I want to be there for the baby. She deserves to have a dad."

Incidentally, I had just learned that he was going to have a daughter and not a son. This had never been mentioned before.

"The contract for the stadium was always meant to last a single year so we will back on the East-Coast next March, and then, we can do shared custody like all divorced couples."

"You're still married though..." I pointed out.

"Only until the baby is born, Ty. I told you, it's just easier for the paperwork that we stay officially married until the birth. But the divorce will be official right after."

"What a nice way to welcome a baby into this world. Divorce papers at the maternity."

Austin sighed.

"Come on, you know I'm doing everything I can to make this work. What would you prefer? That Cassie and I stay married?"

I looked at the ceiling.

"There are many things I would have preferred, Austin..."

"Don't be like that."

"What if you change your mind when you see YOUR baby in YOUR wife's arms?"

"Change my mind?"

"About living here, with me! How can you be sure that you are not going to want to give this family a shot? I could not even be mad at you. I would get it."

"Come on, Ty, we've been talking about this, I'm all in. With you!"

The fact that he was getting frustrated about my doubts only made me more worried. Could not he see those were legitimate concerns?

We ended the conversation there. If we were to push things any further, we may jeopardize our entire relationship and we were both careful enough to avoid that.

*

Day 14 -- Day 20

Despite the efforts we were putting in, the arguments became more and more part of our daily routine.

Cassie was calling often to keep Austin informed about the pregnancy. Which I perfectly understood, the due date was getting dangerously close.

Yet, every mention of the birth to come was a reason for another fight.

We were both trying hard but our frustrations and fears were getting the best of us.

"I'M HERE! AIN'T I?! WITH YOU?! I'm sharing my bed, with you, Ty. I have left my whole life behind, FOR YOU. And when I learned that I was going to be a dad, I still stayed! What more can I do to prove to you that I'm in this for the long run?!"

I had gone to sleep on the couch after another fight and Austin was mad at me.

I was keeping a lot of things in, just to not make things worse, but the atmosphere at the apartment had become tense.

I did not want to talk to Janice about it, -- her wedding was set to happen a week later at that point and I could not handle her telling me that I should break-up with Austin --, so I started confiding myself in Jasper.

Even my co-worker could tell that there was something wrong.

He found me breaking down in the bar restrooms once.

"Austin is going to have a baby. With his wife, well his future ex-wife. She's eight months pregnant." I explained.

"Damn, Tyler Braxton is gonna be a step-dad! Who would have thought?" Jasper exclaimed. "May I call you daddy?"

I chuckled.

"I'm so mad, Jasper. I hate it but that's just the truth. I'm mad at Austin, at his wife, at their baby! Can you believe it? I am pissed at an unborn child who has not done anything wrong in this world."

"I mean, he did mess up your world."

"She. The baby is a girl."

Jasper took a more serious tone than his usual.

"But you still want to be with Austin, right?"

For the first time, I seriously asked myself that question.

Jasper did not ask if I was in love with Austin, which I was. He did not ask if I was forgiving him, which I may. He asked if I wanted to be with him.

Fuck...

That was a harder answer to give.

*

Day 21

Austin and I had been on edge for about three weeks when our fight ended.

We were doing pretty fine that day. We fucked twice the night before and Austin was really supporting me on my writing, which I thought was really cute.

The fight started for a silly reason. But it escalated quickly.

Mrs. Smith, the neighbour, complained about the noise we were making, (i.e. both the sex and the arguments we were having), and Austin made a remark which did not sit well with me.

"This is something I'm not going to miss next year, that old brat!" He said with a grin.

"So, this is decided then. We're moving out next year?"

Austin was taken aback.

"Well, yeah... We've talked about it."

I was reaching my breaking point and for the first point, I was able to pin-point what my issue truly was with my boyfriend's behaviour.

"No, Austin. YOU have talked about it. You have decided. I did not have a say in the conversation."

"I thought you were fine with it. I..."

"I have a job, here. A life!"

"A job? You're working at a gay bar."

That one hurt.

"That's very nice of you, Austin, to always diminish what I do."

"I'm sorry, Ty. You know that's not what I meant."

"What did you mean, then? That my life is so pathetically empty that once YOU decide to go somewhere, I should just be happy to follow you."

"Damn it, Ty. I'm just saying that working at the "Man Cave" is not really a solid career path. I'm sure there're tons of bars on the East-Coast!"

"You really don't hear yourself sometimes. Your condescending tone."

"What the hell do you want me to do? We both knew we were supposed to stay here for just a year. I'm not changing any of our plans. And you know the situation is different, you cannot keep resenting me for it! You cannot be mad at me for wanting to be near my daughter."

"Being mad? I feel like I'm being very understanding here! And, of course, I get that you want to go live near her! That's the problem, Austin. I really do get that you need to be close to your daughter and wife! I'm just starting to wonder if I should go with you."

Austin started to pace around, which was never a good sign.

"Tyler, how many times will I have to tell you that I want you to be there with me?! I don't see my life without you. Why is it so hard for you to believe? I chose you!"

I laughed sarcastically.

"You really don't get it, don't you?"

"Get what?"

"That this is not about YOU! Not everything is about what YOU want, what YOU have decided. Are you so full of yourself that you cannot consider that I may not be willing to follow you! That maybe, I'm no longer the Freshman boy who is ready to do anything to be with you?"

"I'm telling you, Ty. We can make this work."

Austin tried to hold my hands but I pushed him back.

"What if I don't want to? Have you thought about this? I trust you, okay. When you say that you love me, I trust that. But what if I don't want to be with someone who has a kid? What if this is not the life, I had planned for myself?! I have not signed-up for this. When you gave me your big love declaration after prison, there was no baby, no wife, no ex-wife, it was just us."

Austin was clenching his fists.

"Here we go, then! You regret choosing me over your prison boyfriend, Kurtis? Because everything is not exactly as planned, because I am not your perfect image of a boyfriend, you want to go back."

I was so frustrated by this point.

"Really? This is what you think? I don't care about Kurtis! I have not talked to him in months. And I did not choose you... It was..." I had to choose my words carefully. "Austin, I have been in love with you for eleven years. ELEVEN YEARS. Of course, I wanted to be with you over anyone else!"

"Wanted? Like... In the past?"

His voice was breaking.

"This is not about Kurtis; this is not even Cassie or the baby. This is about you and I. This is about me worrying for your sick mother for weeks! This is about the way you lied to my face, again and again! This is about the fact that you think you can act shitty towards me, make-up stories, and still, take decisions for the both of us without consulting me because you are so sure that I would always be there for you."

"Come on, Ty, just listen to me..."

"No, no... The worst part is, you're right! The minute you call, I come back. You can pounder about your future, living with your wife for days, and the moment you whistle back, I'm here. And it's just a given for you!"

We were both crying.

"Tyler, please."

"I am done with that, Austin."

I knew I was right but it was still a crazy difficult thing to say and an even harder decision to make.

"What do you mean, you're done?"

"Aust, I love you more than anything in this world, but I cannot let my love for you make me miserable."

"Babe, don't say anything you would regret."

"I've been unhappy for weeks now and things are only getting worse and... I... I simply don't need this in my life. I cannot be anxiously waiting for the moment your wife is going to call and you'll have to rush towards her. Maybe that's selfish, but I need to be my boyfriend's priority."

"Ok, Ty. I understand. I... I guess I have not realized how it's been for you. I'm sorry. Truly. I should have been more considerate about your own feelings. And I'm sorry that I lied. But I'm sure we can work things out."

"I'm the one being sorry, Austin." I took a deep breath. "I don't think I have the energy to try to make this work... I... I'm gonna go now."

Austin tried to hold me back while I packed my things, but my mind was made up.

We needed to take a break.

I left for Janice's place that evening. I knocked at her door around midnight, only a couple of days before her wedding.

*

Night 21

Richard and Janice were both very welcoming despite the situation, and immediately, they set me up in a nice guest room. They even cooked me a very late dinner.

I was very hungry. A weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

"We barely ever use this room so you can stay here as long as you want." Janice told me.

I thanked her. I did not know what I would do without Janice in my life.

I spent most of the night crying, rehashing everything which had happened since the college reunion.

Until something happened which made me stop crying.

I threw some of my clothes in a large cabinet and something fell off my head. It almost broke my neck and I was stunned for a few seconds.

My day of luck, right?

It was a large black bag. I picked it up from the floor to put it back.

While I was about to close the zipper, something inside of it caught my attention.

A green fabric.

A cape.

I should not have looked in, I was a guest in a friend's home, but I did (sue me!). There was not only a cape. But a mask too.

I was distraught because of the recent events so my brain took a little while to process what I was seeing.

It looked like a super-hero outfit.

Green.

A "Robin" super-hero outfit.

And there, under the cape, a couple of jockstraps. A green leather one and a golden one.

"Ah." I audibly gasped.

I had to sit down on the bed.

There were a couple of dildos hidden in the back of the bag.

No way.

My hands were heavily shaking.

I opened-up the app on my phone. I looked for the Masked Hunk's profile.

I mean... Richard had the same body shape but...

I could barely type his name on the search bar, I was shaking so much. The good thing was, I was no longer thinking about Austin and my break-up!

The Masked Hunk was sucking on the dildo on a video, the very same I was holding in real life...

But there was something even more telling.

How could I have not seen this before?

Those lips on the video... Those were Richard's lips. No doubt.

Janice was about to marry a Pornstar... and she had no freaking idea!

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.

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MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN

Chapter 13: Under the mask (part 1)

As you are about to read this chapter, I must warn you, dear reader... If you thought the tale was pretty tame so far, buckle-up, because the ride is about to get bumpy!

Sometimes you watch a ridiculous soap-opera on TV, and sometimes, you just live in it.

There was a silver lining to the mess I was in. Since I had one hell of a bigger fish to fry, I did not spend my night torturing myself over breaking-up with Austin.

I was way too freaked out!

My best friend was supposed to marry "The Masked Hunk" in less than 36 hours.

Shit... I had been jerking off to Janice's fiancé for the past few weeks!

All of this time, I had been fantasizing and beating my meat about sexy (but boring) Richard?! What the fuck?

All the evidence was there, in the bag and on the videos, but still, I could hardly believe it.

Friendly but quiet, confident but discreet, rich but humble, Richard... Could he really be the same guy who was twerking his ass in the Man-Cave, jerking-off on videos, literally shoving an XXL dildo up his hole in his latest entry?!

I checked the page again. The content was raunchy as fuck!

I had never seen Richard -- I mean, in his capacity of being the "fiancé to one of my best friends"-- naked, or even shirtless for that matter. Sure, Richard looked well-built under his fancy shirts, and he definitely had that bubble butt, but was he really hiding the Masked Hunk's banging body underneath his clothes?

The mouth, though...

I was always going back to his mouth.

It was almost enough to be certain. The full juicy lips, larger and more luscious than your average white guy. Whether it was Richard talking to me at a dinner party, or "Robin" who was deepthroating a dildo on his exclusive platform, those two guys had the exact same lips.

How could I have missed that before?!

I texted Ralph, shaking.

I remembered that I had forwarded him "the Masked Hunk" page as a way to get him some contacts in the business. Maybe he knew something...

"Did you ever contact the Masked Hunk?"

No response.

Ralph was at the party at my place though, and he had not reacted in any way.

Richard, if it were really him under the damn mask, - I was struggling wrapping my head around that news -, would have been careful not to reveal his identity to anyone.

Ironically, he was very much of a super hero in that sense.

Jasper had told me that no one, except from our boss, was allowed to welcome "Robin" backstage.

Did anyone know who was hiding behind the mask? Could I call Abrozio?

The video of the Hunk impaling himself on a black dildo was still playing on my phone. It felt so wrong now... Yet, I could not stop watching. It was like witnessing a car crash. Or a damn hot pornstar doing his thing...

I mean, I still had the right to find him hot?! He sure was! Despite everything that happened afterwards, I have to admit, the Masked Hunk was THE top content creator back then, his whole body and attitude were screaming sex and sensuality.

Another theory came to mind.

Maybe Janice knew about it? I wanted to believe it; it would have been so much easier. It was unlikely though.

She was complaining that she did not know any of his coworkers. They were talking about the freaking "Economy" at dinners. Janice always seemed to believe that her man was truly working a boring investment job.

What did Richard really know about finance? Was it an entire lie, or was his gig as a gogo-dancer / x-rated content creator a side-hustle from his 9 to 5 job?

The Masked Hunk was posting a lot and handling multiple platforms and social networks at once, it also seemed like he was recording in his own studio. All and all, it did not look like a side-hobby, but it could explain the crazy amount of money Richard was making...

Since my life had turned into a soap-opera, I considered the "Evil Twin" theory.

But again, it could not work. An Evil Twin would not have hidden his shameful bag in the guest bedroom of his twin brother's place...

Yes. If you had any doubt, I was becoming insane.

*Get a grip, Tyler, that's him! You have the Robin's mask, the cape, the dildos... And look at the damn videos, it's the same person riding that silicon toy! It's downright obvious. And Tyler, why the hell do you keep watching this crap?!*

I finally closed the page.

I had been an unexpected guess in their home. Richard had not had time to hide his stuff in a safer place. Was he thinking about it, lying in his bed with Janice? That his secrets were at risk to being exposed?

He knew that I was working at the Man Cave, he must have been scared shitless to have been found out at my party.

Thinking about it, he had shown some rare signs of uneasiness when I had told him about the Man Cave back then.

Ralph finally texted me back:

"He never replied. Why? You're still touching your wiener to that guy! Check the Nine Inches King instead!"

Always classy, Ralph had attached a close-up picture of his blatantly hard dick from (apparently taken live) to his text...

At several occasions, I left the guest room with the purpose to confront Richard and Janice in the middle of the night. I always stopped myself before reaching their room though.

What was I even going to say? I was an intruder in their luxurious home, seeking shelter after breaking-up with my boyfriend. Who was I to confront anyone?

Besides, the wedding was so close, I was not sure I had it in me to ruin it all. Was it even my place to do so?

I fell asleep very late in the night, or very early in the morning, feeling drained.

I woke up around noon with several texts from Austin.

"I wish things were different. I understand that you need some space. I will wait."

Oh boy, he was not going to make it easy to stay away from him... I missed him already.

If only he was there so I could share the huge piece of information which had literally fallen upon my head! Austin was not only my boyfriend; he was also my best friend and he would have been the perfect person to help me figure out what to do.

Well, he had also lied straight to my face and dismissed my feelings.

Anyway.

Richard and Janice were great hosts. They left me sleep late and they even made a brunch. Could not they have been awful for once?! Just to make my task of ruining their entire lives easier?

Janice welcomed me in their kitchen with pancakes.

She was wearing a silk nightgown; she had already taken a shower but she was still in the middle of getting ready.

"You managed to sleep?" She kissed me on the cheek.

"More or less... Thank you for welcoming me here... I mean, with the wedding coming and all..."

She smiled at me.

"Anytime. Don't worry about it. I may not be here a lot though. I have to go to my sister for some last-minute details. Also, I should not be seeing the groom too much before tomorrow morning."

She winked at me.

I drank some of the orange juice although I did not feel like swallowing anything. (Pretty rare of me not to want to "swallow", right?)

Should I have said something to Janice right there? I did not know if Richard was home.

I forced myself to eat a pancake. I needed a conversation opener.

"Tell me if you need help with anything, Jan. I want to keep myself busy. We can plan something or I can help you out with the...."

"No, no, no. We have made it a small wedding not to bother ourselves with any planning. I'll just have to do one last fitting of the dress at my sister's and that's it. Just chill in here, or keep Dick busy, he's more anxious than I am."

Just as if he had been summoned, Richard walked right in the kitchen.

He was apparently coming straight from his bed, only wearing long white underpants.

I spilled out part of my orange juice on my chin.

It was him! 100% him.

His fit body frame, his hairy chest, his not-so-defined but still visible abs, his strong biceps... His treasure trail gloriously running down to his exposed pubic hair and his dick, which was visibly dangling in his loose underwear.

When Richard turned around and bent over to pick up some milk at the bottom of the fridge, there was no doubt that he was Robin from the Man Cave.

I had nutted over his ass at least a dozen of times while Austin was away and I could have recognized it among thousands.

"How are you doing, honey?" He kissed Janice on the lips, he had not seen me at first.

"Surprisingly relaxed. What about you, living your last day as a bachelor?"

He chuckled.

"I'm still leaning towards saying yes tomorrow so I guess we can take this as a win."

"You better rehearse that yes, darling!" Janice pretended to be offended.

Richard then looked at me.

"Hello Tyler, are you all set? You know you can stay here as long as you wish. Even when Jan and I will be gone."

"Especially when we'll be gone." Janice insisted. "At least, there'll be someone to keep the house!"

They had planned a honey moon in Greece right after the wedding. Two weeks in the most beautiful islands of the world.

I could not reasonably ruin that.

Could I?

Janice and Richard held the conversation as I was on mute. All I was seeing was the ludicrous gogo-dancer from the Man Cave about to marry my best friend.

Have you already seen that show with hidden cameras where people are confronted to racism or sexism. "What would you do?". Well, what would you do if you were in my situation? Besides eating your banana in silence.

"Are you still feeling comfortable to have him at the wedding?" Janice suddenly asked me.

"Who?"

"Austin! Who else?"

"Oh...."

They probably thought I was not talking much because I was feeling bad about Austin. Trust me, I was! But my entire brain was railing at the time.

"I haven't even thought about that. But of course, Austin should come. He likes you a lot. And I... What's happening between us should not change that."

"You're sure? You say the words and he's uninvited." Janice told me while hugging me.

Jesus Christ, why did she have to be such a good friend!?

"I'm sure. It's your day anyway, don't think about me."

"Maddy is coming soon, I have to go, but I'll may pass by the house again in the evening." She spoke. "Or maybe we'll see each other tomorrow."

She kissed Richard.

Shit. She was about to leave. I had to think of something. I could not let her go like that, get in her beautiful dress, and then what, admit to her that I knew that her husband was a Pornstar all along?!

"Janice, I just realized, you did not even have a bachelorette party!" I was grasping at straws there.

"Oh please, anything but that!" She complained.

"We should have planned something! We should plan something, right now!"

I just needed some time alone with her.

I know, I was not very good at improv.

"Look, Ty, if you need some male attention because you broke-up with Austin, that's fine, but don't drag me into that!"

"Way too risky, I cannot have any other man snatch her from me, so close to the big day." Richard added with a grin.

For fuck's sake, why did they have to be so united and perfect together?

"Jan, I should at least have asked some of the gogo-dancers from the Man Cave to give you a private show." I looked straight at Richard. "There's this guy, he plays the role of Robin and he's incredible!"

I was not too sure what my end-game was there but whatever I was doing, it worked.

Instantly, from the way he looked at me, I understood that Richard knew that I knew.

For a split second, he looked terrified, but then, he was all collected again. That was scary as hell!

"You know I find male strippers gross." Janice simply commented.

She really seemed unaware.

"And to be fair, I was not authorized to have my own bachelor's party either."

Richard said with a smile, apparently unfazed.

I was dying inside!

Maddy, Janice's sister, arrived at their place at that exact time. She was picking-up her sister and from this point on, I knew I would not be alone with Janice again unless I would expressly ask to.

I should have taken my chance then but I hesitated for too long and I missed my shot.

"Just go take a nice bath, relax, we'll talk. Don't ruin that for her. Not now."

Richard whispered in my ears as Janice and Maddy were laughing in the other room, ready to leave.

I got chills all over my body.

Maybe I could give him a chance to explain himself? What was I supposed to do?

In the past year, I had learnt how to listen to my guts, but right then, they were useless.

Janice came to tell me goodbye and she left the house with her sister. Richard accompanied them to their car. As if he had hypnotized me with his few words, I went upstairs to the bathroom.

It really was something. Marble everywhere, a shower that can fit 4 people, an extra-large bathtub... Being a gogo-dancer and an online sex-star does come with its perks.

I drew myself a bath.

I had more texts from Austin. All understanding. All apologetic.

I dipped my feet in the hot water. At this point, what I needed more than anything else was to unwind.

Maybe what was happening between Richard and Janice was not my problem after all. Maybe I could pretend that I had never found out. Maybe Janice would not even believe me... Can you imagine? If she thought that I was being jealous and making-up stuff?

The situation felt very surreal.

But things were about to get worse.

Way worse.

I heard someone enter the bathroom and I opened my eyes. I had drifted asleep but suddenly, I was wide awake.

Richard was standing there, above me, stark naked. His flaccid uncut cock was dangling before my eyes. He had a lot of foreskin, and several visible veins; I had noticed that before. The Masked Hunk had never been that close to me though.

Richard lifted up his right leg and got his right foot in the water.

The tub was large enough to fit three adults but I could never have believed he would have gotten in with me.

He did though. Without a word, he got his second leg in the tub and he immersed himself in the water.

He looked gorgeous. Terrifying too. Handsome above all things.

"I'm glad that we can talk. Between men."

His feet were casually rubbing against my chest. He was lying in front of me. His cock and balls were out of the water, and that seemed to be on purpose.

Saying that I was stunned would be an understatement.

Obviously, I was speechless. Again, what would have you done in my place? And please, do not say suck his fat dick off! That was neither the time, not the place!

"Since when have you known?" He asked in his usual low and manly voice.

"I... I just found out. Last night... I... I found the bag."

[Chapter 13 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN

Chapter 13: Under the mask (part 2)

"I was wondering if you knew since the show at the Man Cave and if you were being a good friend. I almost thought you were teasing me at your party. Playing with me mentioning the Man Cave."

I nodded no, feeling ridiculous to have connected the dots so late.

He rubbed his left foot against my right nipple.

Against myself, I was getting hard.

"See, I thought we've been sharing this secret for weeks..." He winked at me.

I seriously considered whether I was dreaming or not. It was that crazy. Except that I was not. It was really happening.

"Does Janice know?" I muttered.

He smiled. Richard looked so confident, no matter what.

"I love her so much. I never found it in me to break her heart by telling her."

My stomach hurt.

The way he had phrased that, he was trying to corner me. He was trying to make me look like the bad guy.

"She has a right to know." I stated.

His foot slightly slid down from my chest to my abs. It was very subtle, but Richard knew what he was doing.

"I would argue that she deserves to be happy more than she deserves to suffer. Don't you think life is already..." He slid down his foot further until he reached my stiffed cock. "... sufficiently HARD as it is?"

I let go of a moan and I hated myself for it.

"Richard, that's not right..."

"I watched your audition when you were in prison. I know you, Tyler. And I know that you are well aware that life is more complicated than right or wrong..."

He moved around the bathtub until he was right next to me.

"I know the difference between right and wrong, man, trust me, and what you're trying to do to me, is..."

He put his finger on my mouth to cut me off.

"I know exactly how gay guys like yourself operate. Don't you forget it, Tyler Braxton. Guys like you have bought me this bathtub, this house, this lifestyle. Guys like you have helped me become the man I am today."

He reached my cock with his hand.

He started jerking me off.

I felt weak. Vulnerable. Stupid.

Horny too.

Had I not changed one bit over the past years? Was I still driven by my freaking cock? Richard knew he could buy my silence with his tricks!

"In a way, guys like you have helped me making a name for myself and without fans such as yourself, maybe I would have never had Janice."

I looked at him.

I had once found him handsome, sexy, perfect... Now, that man was pure evil.

I had changed.

And Janice was the one person he should have not mentioned or disrespected in this moment. That woke me up from my torpor.

"What can you do for me if I keep my mouth shut?" I asked him.

He leaned over to almost kiss me. His lips were damn beautiful.

"I'm good to anyone who's good to me. I could rock your world, Ty."

"You would suck my cock?"

He stroked my dick harder.

"I'm known to be the best at what I do." He was whispering in my ears. "You know I don't make that kind of money on podiums or on social media... I'm very good at meeting... and greeting my fans."

"You're a whore, then?"

For the first time, he seemed startled.

"And so what? Aren't you?"

It came out of me instinctively. I spat on his smug face. Right between in his eyes, my saliva was dripping down his nose and perky lips.

Then, things got pretty insane, pretty quickly.

In his rage, Richard pushed my head under the water and I thought I was about to drown. That bastard was still holding on my blatantly hard cock!

It lasted for a while. I would say nearly a full minute. Enough time that I really started to lose consciousness and I barely remembered Richard pulling me away from the bathtub.

Jeez, I could have died!

He did not try to kill me, not really though, not this time.

He dragged me around. I have clear glimpses of a naked Richard pulling me by my feet through his house stuck in my mind. I do not remember much more from the afternoon.

Sometimes, I wonder if he had drugged me, I still do not know for sure.

It lasted for a while, we argued. I was conscious enough to tell him that we should talk, to try to reason with him, but my mind was not really there and he was full-on freaking out.

His mind had fully shifted. As a shrink (well, ex shrink), it was evident that he was having a maniac episode.

Then, there was more blur and the next thing I remember was waking up in his back yard, in the middle of the night, or even early morning the next day, - the sun was rising -, naked as the day I was born.

The marks on my ankles and on my neck showed me that all of it had really happened. I would not have believed my own brain otherwise.

It took me a while to go back to my senses and to find the strength to walk back inside the house.

I was ready to call the police but I did not have my phone.

After running around the house naked, I found it back on the counter of the kitchen. It had been left for me to be found.

There was a note next to it.

"Check your text. If I fall, we fall together."

It turned out that Richard had a plan after all. He was not going down without a fight.

I looked at my text.

My heart dropped in my chest.

"Neither Janice, nor Austin has to see this."

The bastard had filmed us. In the bathroom... As he was jerking me off. There was a video. Of course, Richard had deleted the fight afterwards, but the rest was explicit. Awfully explicit. It looked like I was really enjoying this.

I had gone through some fucked-up shits in my life but that was a whole new level. That asshole was threatening me with a sextape, ready to send it to Austin.

Although, this was the part where Richard really messed-up.

Apparently, he did not know "guys like me" that well.

I could have let my best friend marry a gogo-dancer, I could have let her marry a Pornstar, even a whore for that matter! Truthfully, before Richard joined me in the bath, I was about to let them have their happy wedding.

But Richard had been stupid enough to show me his true-self. He was not only a liar living a double-life, he was a maniac ready to do anything, including using sex and blackmail, to get what he wanted.

The fact that he thought that I could have scared of that video enough to let him marry Janice was beyond me. Had he not gotten the memo that it would not have been my first sextape leaking online?

I had survived this before and if need be, I would survive it once again!

All I knew for sure was that I had to tell Janice about her future husband.

Maybe I was about to lose the only few people left in my life after prison over a damn video, but I could not give a single fuck. At this point, Janice's own life was at stake and I was on a freaking mission to save her.

I almost sent the video straight away to Janice, I needed to warn her as fast as possible. I also started to call the police. But I decided against it.

I had to tell Janice in person. She was probably getting ready, I needed to see her. There was no good way to break such a news, but certainly, I had to do it while holding her hands and not through the most disgusting video she could watch.

From wandering around naked in Richard's freshly mown lawn, to putting on his most expansive suit, and calling Ralph to pick me up, I was turning into my own kind of super-hero.

Ralph drove me to the wedding ceremony, up in the hills, in a tiny chapel. He had no idea what was going on but him and I were mates from prison, we knew not to ask question and to simply be there for one another.

The venue was incredibly cute. The view was beautiful. The people looked gorgeous.

I was praying to arrive before Janice would be ready. Sadly, when I got there, the ceremony was about to begin.

I did not see Richard, he was preparing somewhere else, but Austin was there, looking as sexy as ever in a dark blue suit.

"Are you okay, Ty?"

Of course, he could tell that I was upset.

"Where's Jan?" I pressed him.

"With Maddy, but we shouldn't..."

"WHERE IS SHE?!"

"In the adjacent room, Ty, what the hell? And where the hell did you get that suit?"

I laughed at the frivolous nature of that last remark and ran towards Janice.

Ralph was left behind with a confused Austin. First, I broke up with him, secondly, I barged in to stop a wedding.

Let's be clear: in both cases, I had my reasons!

I was distraught as I had rarely ever been in my life before when I saw her.

Janice was stunning in her white wedding dress. She had truly never looked more beautiful.

When she stared at me, surprised to see me here, glowing with happiness, I almost chickened out.

Damn, that was tough.

I could not destroy her. Not right now. It was too late... She was ready for the most beautiful moment of her life.

"Ty, what are you doing?" She said, laughing at me.

I was panting and sweating. She had no idea what was coming.

I thought about Janice words a few weeks before when she had told me about Austin.

"I'm so sorry, Ty. If the situation were reversed, I wish you would tell me... So, I feel like I have to tell you."

That was the only thing which gave me the strength to tell her. I was doing it because, in a weird way, she had given me her blessing to do so.

I walked towards her and held her hands.

"Maddy, could we just have a minute alone?" I asked her sister.

Maddy left, she was teary. She was moved to see her big sister about to get married.

I almost puked.

"Tyler, you're shaking, what the hell?"

"Janice... You have no idea how I hate this moment right now. How much I hate being that person for you."

"You're scaring me. Ty? What's going on?"

"Janice... I love you. So, so, much. You deserve everything in this world. You have always been there for me. For everyone else. You..."

I started crying.

"Ty... Everything is fine... I'm getting married to the man I love."

I held her hands tighter.

Fuck. It had to come out. I had to say it. Never mind if she hated me afterwards, I was doing it for her.

"You're not."

She instinctively pushed me away.

"Tyler, please, don't ruin this for me."

"Richard is not the man you think he is. He lies to you. He's been lying to you. Since the beginning."

Janice sat down.

"Oh no... What are you saying, Ty? Please... This is serious, this is my life..."

"I can shut-up. Right now. I swear that I can leave. But once, you told me that if your man was doing you dirty, you would rather know. And trust me, I would have given everything so that this news does not come while you're wearing the most beautiful freaking wedding dress I have ever seen in my life."

Some tears fell down and ruined her make-up.

She looked at the ceiling and then at me.

"Fuck. I freaking knew it." She took her shoes off. "I freaking knew something was going to happen. Tell me."

I knelt down next to her and I told her everything I knew. The x-rated pages.

The Man Cave. The dildos. And the worst of all: the bathtub and the blackmail. She listened to me carefully, without budging. That woman was damn strong.

"I freaking knew it." She repeated.

"You did?"

"It was too perfect. He was too perfect... I always felt there was a part of him I did not know... But I did not want to see it... I... I wanted to believe that, for once, something good was happening to me. Someone good... But of course, he has to be a trash... I could not have something good, for once in my damn life!"

"I'm so, so, so sorry, Janice. I swear that I am. And I promise you deserve so much better."

I was certain that she would hate me. That could not go any differently, I had ruined her life, at the worst possible moment.

But Janice was full of surprises. She had always been!

"The asshole who I was about to give my life to drugged you and almost raped you. FUCK HIM!" She yelled, suddenly standing up. "FUCK HIM DEEP IN THE ASS!"

She raised her fist in the air.

And this, my dear reader, is the story of how I found myself being the accomplice of a runaway bride.

Janice did not want -- or physically could not -- confront her guests, nor Richard. The only thing she asked of me was to ride the blue Alpha Romeo wedding car (yes, with the "Just Married" sign hanging on the back), and to get her "the fuck away" from this place.

I obliged! This was a hysterical moment.

We ran out of the chapel together, - you should have seen Austin's looks as we ran down the stairs, it was priceless! -, Janice and I were laughing and crying like two teenagers as we jumped into the car.

Richard tried to catch on to us but I did not let him.

"Richard is a freaking maniac, Aust! Don't trust him!" I shouted to my ex.

Austin was even more dumbfounded than before.

Only Ralph was cheering us on while Janice's mother was holding her heart, ready to faint.

"Don't worry mom, this is the best decision of my life!"

Those were Janice's famous last words as we fled the wedding.

To this day, this is still something we say ironically when we have to make a choice, as silly as a restaurant to dine in: "Don't worry mom, this is the best decision of my life".

Great thing was, we knew exactly where to go...

There were a couple weeks in Greece waiting ahead of us and Richard definitely was not invited!

[MORE TO CUM]

See you next week for some Greek adventures!

 

[ItalMusc]

Duplicity, it is the ultimate betrayal

 

[Krobbie1954]

MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN

Chapter 13: Under the mask (part 2)

"I was wondering if you knew since the show at the Man Cave and if you were being a good friend. I almost thought you were teasing me at your party. Playing with me mentioning the Man Cave."

I nodded no, feeling ridiculous to have connected the dots so late.

He rubbed his left foot against my right nipple.

Against myself, I was getting hard.

"See, I thought we've been sharing this secret for weeks..." He winked at me.

I seriously considered whether I was dreaming or not. It was that crazy. Except that I was not. It was really happening.

"Does Janice know?" I muttered.

He smiled. Richard looked so confident, no matter what.

"I love her so much. I never found it in me to break her heart by telling her."

My stomach hurt.

The way he had phrased that, he was trying to corner me. He was trying to make me look like the bad guy.

"She has a right to know." I stated.

His foot slightly slid down from my chest to my abs. It was very subtle, but Richard knew what he was doing.

"I would argue that she deserves to be happy more than she deserves to suffer. Don't you think life is already..." He slid down his foot further until he reached my stiffed cock. "... sufficiently HARD as it is?"

I let go of a moan and I hated myself for it.

"Richard, that's not right..."

"I watched your audition when you were in prison. I know you, Tyler. And I know that you are well aware that life is more complicated than right or wrong..."

He moved around the bathtub until he was right next to me.

"I know the difference between right and wrong, man, trust me, and what you're trying to do to me, is..."

He put his finger on my mouth to cut me off.

"I know exactly how gay guys like yourself operate. Don't you forget it, Tyler Braxton. Guys like you have bought me this bathtub, this house, this lifestyle. Guys like you have helped me become the man I am today."

He reached my cock with his hand.

He started jerking me off.

I felt weak. Vulnerable. Stupid.

Horny too.

Had I not changed one bit over the past years? Was I still driven by my freaking cock? Richard knew he could buy my silence with his tricks!

"In a way, guys like you have helped me making a name for myself and without fans such as yourself, maybe I would have never had Janice."

I looked at him.

I had once found him handsome, sexy, perfect... Now, that man was pure evil.

I had changed.

And Janice was the one person he should have not mentioned or disrespected in this moment. That woke me up from my torpor.

"What can you do for me if I keep my mouth shut?" I asked him.

He leaned over to almost kiss me. His lips were damn beautiful.

"I'm good to anyone who's good to me. I could rock your world, Ty."

"You would suck my cock?"

He stroked my dick harder.

"I'm known to be the best at what I do." He was whispering in my ears. "You know I don't make that kind of money on podiums or on social media... I'm very good at meeting... and greeting my fans."

"You're a whore, then?"

For the first time, he seemed startled.

"And so what? Aren't you?"

It came out of me instinctively. I spat on his smug face. Right between in his eyes, my saliva was dripping down his nose and perky lips.

Then, things got pretty insane, pretty quickly.

In his rage, Richard pushed my head under the water and I thought I was about to drown. That bastard was still holding on my blatantly hard cock!

It lasted for a while. I would say nearly a full minute. Enough time that I really started to lose consciousness and I barely remembered Richard pulling me away from the bathtub.

Jeez, I could have died!

He did not try to kill me, not really though, not this time.

He dragged me around. I have clear glimpses of a naked Richard pulling me by my feet through his house stuck in my mind. I do not remember much more from the afternoon.

Sometimes, I wonder if he had drugged me, I still do not know for sure.

It lasted for a while, we argued. I was conscious enough to tell him that we should talk, to try to reason with him, but my mind was not really there and he was full-on freaking out.

His mind had fully shifted. As a shrink (well, ex shrink), it was evident that he was having a maniac episode.

Then, there was more blur and the next thing I remember was waking up in his back yard, in the middle of the night, or even early morning the next day, - the sun was rising -, naked as the day I was born.

The marks on my ankles and on my neck showed me that all of it had really happened. I would not have believed my own brain otherwise.

It took me a while to go back to my senses and to find the strength to walk back inside the house.

I was ready to call the police but I did not have my phone.

After running around the house naked, I found it back on the counter of the kitchen. It had been left for me to be found.

There was a note next to it.

"Check your text. If I fall, we fall together."

It turned out that Richard had a plan after all. He was not going down without a fight.

I looked at my text.

My heart dropped in my chest.

"Neither Janice, nor Austin has to see this."

The bastard had filmed us. In the bathroom... As he was jerking me off. There was a video. Of course, Richard had deleted the fight afterwards, but the rest was explicit. Awfully explicit. It looked like I was really enjoying this.

I had gone through some fucked-up shits in my life but that was a whole new level. That asshole was threatening me with a sextape, ready to send it to Austin.

Although, this was the part where Richard really messed-up.

Apparently, he did not know "guys like me" that well.

I could have let my best friend marry a gogo-dancer, I could have let her marry a Pornstar, even a whore for that matter! Truthfully, before Richard joined me in the bath, I was about to let them have their happy wedding.

But Richard had been stupid enough to show me his true-self. He was not only a liar living a double-life, he was a maniac ready to do anything, including using sex and blackmail, to get what he wanted.

The fact that he thought that I could have scared of that video enough to let him marry Janice was beyond me. Had he not gotten the memo that it would not have been my first sextape leaking online?

I had survived this before and if need be, I would survive it once again!

All I knew for sure was that I had to tell Janice about her future husband.

Maybe I was about to lose the only few people left in my life after prison over a damn video, but I could not give a single fuck. At this point, Janice's own life was at stake and I was on a freaking mission to save her.

I almost sent the video straight away to Janice, I needed to warn her as fast as possible. I also started to call the police. But I decided against it.

I had to tell Janice in person. She was probably getting ready, I needed to see her. There was no good way to break such a news, but certainly, I had to do it while holding her hands and not through the most disgusting video she could watch.

From wandering around naked in Richard's freshly mown lawn, to putting on his most expansive suit, and calling Ralph to pick me up, I was turning into my own kind of super-hero.

Ralph drove me to the wedding ceremony, up in the hills, in a tiny chapel. He had no idea what was going on but him and I were mates from prison, we knew not to ask question and to simply be there for one another.

The venue was incredibly cute. The view was beautiful. The people looked gorgeous.

I was praying to arrive before Janice would be ready. Sadly, when I got there, the ceremony was about to begin.

I did not see Richard, he was preparing somewhere else, but Austin was there, looking as sexy as ever in a dark blue suit.

"Are you okay, Ty?"

Of course, he could tell that I was upset.

"Where's Jan?" I pressed him.

"With Maddy, but we shouldn't..."

"WHERE IS SHE?!"

"In the adjacent room, Ty, what the hell? And where the hell did you get that suit?"

I laughed at the frivolous nature of that last remark and ran towards Janice.

Ralph was left behind with a confused Austin. First, I broke up with him, secondly, I barged in to stop a wedding.

Let's be clear: in both cases, I had my reasons!

I was distraught as I had rarely ever been in my life before when I saw her.

Janice was stunning in her white wedding dress. She had truly never looked more beautiful.

When she stared at me, surprised to see me here, glowing with happiness, I almost chickened out.

Damn, that was tough.

I could not destroy her. Not right now. It was too late... She was ready for the most beautiful moment of her life.

"Ty, what are you doing?" She said, laughing at me.

I was panting and sweating. She had no idea what was coming.

I thought about Janice words a few weeks before when she had told me about Austin.

"I'm so sorry, Ty. If the situation were reversed, I wish you would tell me... So, I feel like I have to tell you."

That was the only thing which gave me the strength to tell her. I was doing it because, in a weird way, she had given me her blessing to do so.

I walked towards her and held her hands.

"Maddy, could we just have a minute alone?" I asked her sister.

Maddy left, she was teary. She was moved to see her big sister about to get married.

I almost puked.

"Tyler, you're shaking, what the hell?"

"Janice... You have no idea how I hate this moment right now. How much I hate being that person for you."

"You're scaring me. Ty? What's going on?"

"Janice... I love you. So, so, much. You deserve everything in this world. You have always been there for me. For everyone else. You..."

I started crying.

"Ty... Everything is fine... I'm getting married to the man I love."

I held her hands tighter.

Fuck. It had to come out. I had to say it. Never mind if she hated me afterwards, I was doing it for her.

"You're not."

She instinctively pushed me away.

"Tyler, please, don't ruin this for me."

"Richard is not the man you think he is. He lies to you. He's been lying to you. Since the beginning."

Janice sat down.

"Oh no... What are you saying, Ty? Please... This is serious, this is my life..."

"I can shut-up. Right now. I swear that I can leave. But once, you told me that if your man was doing you dirty, you would rather know. And trust me, I would have given everything so that this news does not come while you're wearing the most beautiful freaking wedding dress I have ever seen in my life."

Some tears fell down and ruined her make-up.

She looked at the ceiling and then at me.

"Fuck. I freaking knew it." She took her shoes off. "I freaking knew something was going to happen. Tell me."

I knelt down next to her and I told her everything I knew. The x-rated pages.

The Man Cave. The dildos. And the worst of all: the bathtub and the blackmail. She listened to me carefully, without budging. That woman was damn strong.

"I freaking knew it." She repeated.

"You did?"

"It was too perfect. He was too perfect... I always felt there was a part of him I did not know... But I did not want to see it... I... I wanted to believe that, for once, something good was happening to me. Someone good... But of course, he has to be a trash... I could not have something good, for once in my damn life!"

"I'm so, so, so sorry, Janice. I swear that I am. And I promise you deserve so much better."

I was certain that she would hate me. That could not go any differently, I had ruined her life, at the worst possible moment.

But Janice was full of surprises. She had always been!

"The asshole who I was about to give my life to drugged you and almost raped you. FUCK HIM!" She yelled, suddenly standing up. "FUCK HIM DEEP IN THE ASS!"

She raised her fist in the air.

And this, my dear reader, is the story of how I found myself being the accomplice of a runaway bride.

Janice did not want -- or physically could not -- confront her guests, nor Richard. The only thing she asked of me was to ride the blue Alpha Romeo wedding car (yes, with the "Just Married" sign hanging on the back), and to get her "the fuck away" from this place.

I obliged! This was a hysterical moment.

We ran out of the chapel together, - you should have seen Austin's looks as we ran down the stairs, it was priceless! -, Janice and I were laughing and crying like two teenagers as we jumped into the car.

Richard tried to catch on to us but I did not let him.

"Richard is a freaking maniac, Aust! Don't trust him!" I shouted to my ex.

Austin was even more dumbfounded than before.

Only Ralph was cheering us on while Janice's mother was holding her heart, ready to faint.

"Don't worry mom, this is the best decision of my life!"

Those were Janice's famous last words as we fled the wedding.

To this day, this is still something we say ironically when we have to make a choice, as silly as a restaurant to dine in: "Don't worry mom, this is the best decision of my life".

Great thing was, we knew exactly where to go...

There were a couple weeks in Greece waiting ahead of us and Richard definitely was not invited!

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MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN

Chapter 14: Greek Fever (Part 1)

Mykonos... Greek ephebes wandering around in revealing bathing trunks, showing-off on Europe's most beautiful (and open-minded) beaches. In short: the gay Heaven!

I had heard so much about that place, but although it was tempting, I had never seriously considered going. Europe was expansive and my life had been too crazy to travel abroad.

That was until the opportunity presented itself when I took the spot of the psycho gogo-dancer who was supposed to marry my best friend!

Let me tell you, Janice made quite the impression when we arrived at the airport, 24 hours early to the flight she was supposed to take with Richard, in her full-on wedding dress.

Given the situation, the staff was not too difficult to put us both in an earlier flight. I guess the juicy story of the runaway bride leaving the country with her best friend was simply too good to resist.

One of the (cute) stewards even asked Janice for a selfie.

"I think I'm a celebrity when I wear this!" She told me, putting her seat-belt over the white dress.

When we got offered a glass of champagne, she shouted to the other passengers: "Fuck Richard! Cheers to that!"

"I'm not the husband..." I was mumbling on my side to avoid any confusion. "... neither the secret lover!"

Poor Richard... I had stolen his future-wife, one of his most expansive suits, and I was about to get his honey-moon too.

I would not cry for him though, especially considering what was going to happen next... If you think you have seen the worst of "psycho-Dick", you are sadly mistaken.

But more on that shit show later.

For now, we were high, and not only because we were sitting on a plane across the Atlantic Ocean. We had not taken any drugs either. We were thrilled by the escape! We were high on the rollercoaster we had just been through!

To be honest, I was anxious about the moment where the reality would hit Janice. She was drinking, taking all the attention in, she was laughing and talking loudly, but I was expecting her to fall apart at any point.

In the span of a couple of hours, she had gone from getting married to Mr. Perfect, to runaway to Greece after learning her fiancé was a gigolo who had lied to her about pretty much everything.

When we landed in Athens, she was still very excited though. Way too excited for it to last, but eh, everybody reacts their own way to trauma so I just went with the flow.

In this particular case, it meant going with the flow of gorgeous men.

In the first couple of days we spent in Greece, Janice was on fire. She was singing in bars, dancing like nobody was watching, eating every good (and unhealthy) thing she could, and drinking heavily... She was also flirting (and making-out) with every hot guy we would meet.

"YOLO!" She was shouting while sipping tequila over the abs of a waiter.

Konstantin, Dimitris, Giorgos... I was ordering a cocktail and she had already a new shirtless Greek boy in her arms! The girl was unsatiable!

I was starting to think that Janice was actually relieved by the situation, maybe she did not want to get married with Richard deep down and this had been a blessing in disguise, until she broke down on day four of our trip.

Sure, it was awkward when I saw her crumbing down into the arms of Giannis, a 21 years-old hunk we had just met while arriving on the island of Mykonos, - the poor guy had no idea what to do with that thirty-something American woman who was telling him about how "Dick had betrayed her" -, but it was ultimately for the best.

Janice needed to latch out and I was getting seriously concerned she would not confront her feelings.

I brought her back to our bedroom, -- the most beautiful "honey-moon" suite you can imagine, with a grand view on the Mediterranean Sea, (Richard really was loaded as fuck!) -, and we spent the rest of the day crying and hashing things out.

It was about time.

"You know what the worst part is? I'm angrier at myself than I'm mad at him!"

"Jan, don't say that. He's the asshole, you're the victim here."

"Women can sense stuff like that, you know. There were signs. Intuitions. I realized a couple of times that he could not have been where he told me that he was. But I let it go. I ignored it. I wanted this to work. So bad."

"You were in love."

She rolled her wet eyes.

"I was dumb as a rock! I mean... When I think that the day before our wedding, he was sliding naked into a bath with you, trying to blackmail you, what the actual fuck?"

I still felt very bad about that whole thing.

"I'm sorry, Janice. Maybe I should have reacted differently, I..."

"Tyler, the man was supposed to marry me and he drugged you! He was... He was shoving dildos up his ass when I thought he was going to work in a freaking trade centre. How fucked-up can he be? It's Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde."

Ouch. That hurt but it was also pretty accurate.

"You should not look at his porn page... You're only torturing yourself."

"Trust me, I did not have to look for long before I had to puke! I just... I just wanted to believe I had found the jackpot. A real man. Mature, self-made, who knew what he wanted in life, but it was whole just a mask. You know that he keeps on trying to call me. I want to burn my phone down!"

I hugged her as warmly as I could. I wanted to take her pain away. If only life was that simple.

"His fucking loss. That man does not deserve you. And you, Jan... You deserve everything in life. You'll find someone... Someone good."

"No, I won't. I'll have fun, I'll date, but I won't find anyone. Guys are assholes, all of them."

"Thanks for me!"

"Oh, come on, you know what I mean."

I chuckled.

"Not that my relationships are an example to follow anyway..." I conceded.

"We must stay strong, Ty. They'll ask us back, I'm sure. But we have to promise each other, we cannot go back to them. We should not answer to any of their texts or calls. Austin, Richard, two pathetic men, two fucking worthless liars!"

Although I was not too sure that we could compare Austin's lies when finding out his soon-to-be ex-wife was pregnant with Franck's double identity, I approved and promised Janice.

"At least, we have each other." I told her.

"The more I think about it, the more I realize that the friendship between a woman and her gay best friend is the best kind of relationships one can have in the end."

We drank some more. Maybe that was not reasonable.

"To us!" I said, raising my glass.

"You know what's funny?"

"What is? That I finally got to be with my all-time crush and it turned out that he had gotten his wife pregnant in the meantime? Or that I was fantasizing about a hot dude online without even realizing he was the guy who was supposed to marry my best friend?"

"Shut up, none of the above. When we met, in freshman year. You remember the first college party we went to? We drove there in the same car and then, we went back to our dorms, only the two of us. I was driving."

It was more than ten years before but I did remember that evening very well.

"A drunk dude had puked all over my shirt that night." I spoke.

"Oh yes, that's right, I had forgotten about this detail. Well... Before we went there, Ashley was telling me she wanted to shoot her shot with Austin and I... I was supposed to shoot my shot with you. Funny, right?!"

I swallowed my saliva. I was not too sure how I was supposed to react to that piece of news.

"You were into me that much?" I smirked.

"Don't be so full of yourself. It was my first week in college and I was looking for my very first boyfriend. You seemed nice enough. I did not make a move though, I... I sort of understood rather quickly you were more into the frat guys than into me."

All those years later, I still blushed thinking back of the time of my life before my coming-out. The ridiculous lies you tell...

"I did realize that you might have been interested but I also figured that you understood we, as a couple, were not really an option. Also, you were so uptight back then, it was hard to like you!"

I was holding her hands; the conversation was well-spirited. She laughed.

"I'm not so uptight anymore. Who would have thought we would end-up going on our honey-moon together?"

I laughed too and that was the moment when it happened.

Janice kissed me. On the lips.

We were both fairly drunk and exhausted. I was also freshly broken-up and in need of physical attention so I gave her back a second kiss. For a split second there, something might have happened.

I am glad that we came back to our senses though.

"Sometimes, I wish I were straight." I muttered awkwardly.

"Don't... Being gay seems to be so much more fun."

The cringy moment had passed. We did not even have to mention the kisses. We knew that they did not mean anything.

We slept in the same King Size bed for the next ten days, but of course, nothing else happened.

At least, not between Janice and I. We did manage to have a nice time, -- each on our own -, with the locals.

Rather quickly, Janice found herself an Italian guy, Ricardo, spending a few days in Greece. He was a bit older but handsome. He also was freshly divorced. A perfect match.

On my side, I was still thinking a lot about Austin and even though the Adonises walking down the gay beaches I was spending most of my time at looked handsome, I did not make a move... Until three days before the end of our trip.

His name was Nicholas, he was six feet tall, barely 22 and he was one the lifeguards on the largest gay beach I had become a regular to.

At first, we were going there with Janice, but since she was spending more and more of her time with her Italian boyfriend, I ended-up tanning there alone for a couple of afternoons.

I am not complaining, the weather was perfect, the food was delicious, I was paying these entire holidays with Richard's credit card, and the view -- both the sea and the boys -- was stunning.

I had noticed Nicholas and his brown curly hair the moment I had walked onto the beach.

He was rocking the typical red broad shorts with his hairy muscular thighs, the shorts were smaller than the ones worn by the American lifeguards which I heartedly approved, but I had no idea whether he had even just looked at me.

I mean, the beach was full of athletic gay men walking around in tiny revealing speedos and I did not think I was noticeable despite the sexy orange swimsuit I had bought my first day in Greece.

See, Janice and I did not really have time to pack considering how we ended-up going to Mykonos and I had to run to a store when I got there. Janice had helped me pick a couple of very gay, but also very fitting, pair of speedos.

Talking about grabbing the life guard attention, I should mention the most comfortable guys who were going for "no-tan-line" and enjoying their time in the beach fully nude.

You really should visit Europe if you have the chance!

Few things are more beautiful than a group of college guys tanning in their birthday suits and getting spontaneous erections. I guess you understand why this particular beach was one of my favourites...

Ultimately though, it seemed like the orange trunks I had purchased were making my ass sufficiently pop to get noticed!

Good for me!

"Ταξιδεύετε μόνος σας;" said a voice above me.

I opened my eyes and looked above my sunglasses.

The hot lifeguard was talking to me. He was looking even more beautiful than before, coming out of the water, all wet. Fuck!

"Sorry... I... I don't speak Greek."

He smiled. A beautiful cheeky smile.

"I ask. Travel alone?"

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MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN

Chapter 14: Greek Fever (Part 2)

"Oh, no... I... I'm here with a friend but she... She finds herself a boyfriend."

Nicholas' English was not very good and I could not say a word in Greek.

Thankfully, there are other ways than words to connect with someone.

"I am finished with the work." He told me in his very cute accent.

I straightened-up. I was not too sure of his intentions.

There were a couple of guys who looked like models and who were snuggling right next to us, making strong eye contact with Nicholas. I had a hard time believing that the sexy lifeguard had chosen to talk to me, of all the hunks on that beach.

"You often talk to the guys enjoying the beach after your work hours?"

"Only if they are cute boys."

His accent was to die for. No doubt I was one of many he was flirting with but it felt good being desired, especially by such a jock.

"I'm Tyler." I extended my hand.

He came down to hug me. That is the thing with the Europeans, they are always much more "hands-on".

"Nicholas."

Someone passed by with drinks and I offered a cocktail to Nicholas, offering him to sit next to me.

"Can I cream you?" He asked me.

Good Lord, the dude was upfront!

"Sorry? Here?"

I did not say no though...

He pointed his finger towards my bottle of sun-screen.

Oh... That was what he meant.

"Cream?" He repeated.

"Yes, sure, you can have my back."

I turned around on my towel and let him sit on my back. The two models next to me looked jealous as fuck. I have to say, it felt really nice for my ego.

We talked a little but to be honest, with the language's barriers, it was pretty shallow.

Not to worry though, Nicholas knew how to talk with his body and he was very good with his hands. He started by massaging my neck, then my lower back and my thighs. I could feel the sexual tension building between us, such a nice feeling.

When he slid down the back of my trunks exposing my ass to the whole beach, his growing erection made his intentions very clear.

For sure, he wanted to "cream" me in more ways than one!

Nicholas was living with a bunch of roommates so we could not go to his place, I was not too sure if Janice had come back to our hotel, therefore, we had to improvise.

By the way, it was pretty funny to see the faces of the guys at the front-desk seeing Janice and I coming back to our "honey moon" suite with each a different guy. We were quite the open newly-wed couple!

Nicholas and I walked on a path near the beach until we reached a spot which was not so touristic.

"Greek secret." He told me.

He had beautiful brown eyes and he looked stunning with the orange light as the sun was starting to go down. My new Greek friend had quite a small frame but he was very fit and his pecs were very well defined.

"Beautiful view." I replied, referring to both Nicholas and the sunset.

We kissed there.

It was the first time I was kissing someone else (no, Janice does not count) since Austin.

It would be lying to say that I did not think about it. I even considered telling Nicholas that I had a boyfriend back in the States.

But I was single and Janice was right, we needed to enjoy life while we could. Right?

Besides, when would I ever get the chance to make-out with a Greek lifeguard looking like such a treat ever again?

"I am not search serious relation." He told me.

I could not help but laugh.

"I had figured. That's fine by me."

I kissed him back. A real French kiss this time, full mouth with a lot of tongues. He grabbed my ass firmly; I was still wearing only my speedos.

We walked a little more down the Mediterranean Riviera until we reached a little creek. How many guys did Nicholas have brought there? I was certainly not the first, but I did not care. We both knew we were only having fun.

I had not felt so free in years. I assume that it is always a thing when you travel abroad, it is as if your mistakes do not count.

We were holding hands to reach an isolated place -- Nicholas had to help me not to fall, he was used to go down the tricky path -, until we found a spot behind a rock. The waves were breaking just a few feet from us.

I was horny, really horny.

I had been looking at hot European guys semi or fully naked for more than a week and I had not even jerked-off once since coming down the plane.

My speedos and my balls were full and Nicholas were kissing both. He was playing with my dick through the fabric as I was already precumming. He seemed to like that. His hard uncut cock was poking from his red shorts.

"Top or bottom?" He asked.

Nicholas had not a ton of vocabulary in English but he knew all the important words, I thought to myself.

"Whichever you like best." I replied, kissing his neck.

His perplex eyes told me he did not understand.

"I can do either way." I spoke.

To make it even clearer I went down to kiss the tip of his cockhead which was hanging out of his shorts, but I also slid down the back of his shorts and licked the top of his ass-crack. His clear tan-lines looked very sexy to me.

"Me also."

He was now licking off my chest. My abs, and then my nipples. I started moaning softly.

"You like nipples play?" I asked him.

He nodded yes.

I gave him back the favour, kissing and sucking off his juicy pecs. Everything tastes better in Greece, food, wine, men...

"Hmmm... Yes, American daddy, do this. Like this... Hmmm..."

I was a daddy then.

I guess it was fair since I was nearly 10 years older.

I kept playing with his nipples and we switched position several times. We still had not taken our swim trunks off completely but we were rubbing, smelling, licking and caressing each other's body like animals.

He slid a finger in my ass at one point.

Generally, the beach is not the best place to have sex. The sand gets stuck in your ass, there can be insects which I hate, and the sun-screen can be sticky...

But in this case, we were lying on a large beach towel, the sun was turning red behind us, setting behind the sea, and we were all alone in this gorgeous place.

In many ways, it felt like a dream.

The only thing which prevented the night for being perfect was the polluting thoughts I had about Austin.

Nicholas' cock tasted delicious and was big enough, but it was not as big and juicy as Austin's.

The Greek's way of licking my armpits was hot, but it was not as hot as Austin's dirty talking and man-handling me.

Nicholas rimming me felt amazing, but it was not the same when it was not Austin, telling me how much he loved me at the same time.

I should not whine about Austin though. Nicholas was a great partner. He let me fuck his tight ass, his pink hole was yummy as fuck, (I almost came breaking his pucker) and then, he let me sit on his European hard and throbbing dick.

Who does not love some versatile fun?!

He wrecked my ass talking to me in Greek. What more could I ask for?

He also had a weird thing with my hands. He loved to suck my fingers off or even swallow my entire hand in his mouth. I liked seeing him getting kinky and rough, gagging on my fingers before gagging on my cock.

"Yeaaaf Fdaddy..." He was moaning, his dirty-mouth full.

I let him cum in my palm and then, I pushed his own juice back down his throat.

He looked like a happy puppy, which made me want to nut as well.

I fucked him again, doggy style, and I came in his tight ass. I had not jizzed in a while and I properly bred him. Young Nicholas seemed shocked by the amount of milk his new American daddy could produce.

He farted my cum out in the sand... What a beautiful evening!

We fucked a couple more times before I left Mykonos but none of the other two sessions (in the hotel room) beat that the first time when we had sex on the beach.

I never even took his number. We were just running into each other near the beach. I would be curious to know what Nicholas is doing now. Is he still a lifeguard in Mykonos or has he moved on? I have no idea.

"You should not feel guilty about Austin!" Janice scolded me during our last dinner there.

I was starting to feel depressed about going back home and facing my new life as a single man.

"I'm not... It's just... I cannot just stop thinking about him, it's not that simple!"

"I think the real reason is that, deep down, you still hold on to the hope that you will get back together with him. But you know what we promised each other, we have to stay strong and hold on to our decision."

In a weird way, probably to help herself not to get back with Richard and to feel less alone, Janice was very insistent on this idea that were both "in the same boat".

I was agreeing with her for the most part, but again, Austin was not Richard.

Given the fact that Janice was living in a house primarily owned by Richard and I had been crashing at their place right before the whole runaway bride incident, we were virtually homeless.

We decided in Mykonos that we would rent an apartment together. I thought it was the best thing for the both of us but I was not even sure that I still had a job to return to.

"I left for almost two weeks without giving any notice... Jasper has been texting me that he's doing his best to calm Abrozio down, but I'm pretty sure I'm unemployed." I told Janice at the airport.

"Well, you'd better find a job then! I'm all for the living together situation, I think I'd drive myself crazy living alone, but I won't be supporting your ass, Ty. I've already offered you two weeks of vacation!"

"To be specific, Richard offered me those vacation." I corrected. "And he owed me that!"

Janice rolled her eyes but she did not say anything.

She was scrolling through pictures on her phone, deleting some of them. They were a bunch of photographs featuring her Italian boyfriend.

"Are you going to see Ricardo again?" I asked.

"No... I don't think so. You know that he invited me to live with him in Toscana?"

"Damn... I may have said yes to that."

I looked at a shot of him in speedos, Ricardo was a hottie. She smiled.

"I don't think the Dolce Vita is for me, though. And contrary to some people, I do have a job and responsibilities waiting for me in L.A."

"Your loss. I mean, at least, you get to live with me! Nicholas did not offer me anything. Our relationship was mostly... physical."

I winked at Janice.

"I guess I'm gonna miss Richard... Shit... I meant Ricardo. I'll miss Ricardo a lot!"

I did not make any comment but I suddenly realized how Janice's Italian boyfriend and ex-fiancé were alike. It was even crazy that I had not noticed it before.

Richard and Ricardo... It was almost comical. They were both the same type, tall, confident, wearing expansive watches and with a great sense of style.

Not sure this was really healthy for Janice, but again, I was not one to judge and everybody copes their own ways.

When we landed back in L.A., I had a series of texts to go through. You know, the type of shit you get when you have spent eleven hours in a plane.

Most of them were about the place we were about to rent, a few of them were from Jasper asking me to get to the Man Cave ASAP, and one of them was from Austin.

His texts were becoming rare and I had had no news from him for a good four days. Yes, I was counting the days...

He had texted me a picture.

"Despite everything, I would love for you to meet Lena. I guess I'm officially a daddy now. She's perfect."

Austin holding this tiny precious baby, lying on his bare chest, was one of the cutest things I had ever seen in my life.

At the same time, it reminded me why I had decided to leave him. There was Cassie behind him on the shot, and the three of them looked like the perfect text-book family.

My heart was melting and breaking at the same time.

"Wow. I am genuinely happy for you, Austin. Lena looks stunning, just like her parents. I hope Cassie is doing well." I wrote back to Austin.

I did not tell Janice why I was crying in the taxi who was driving us back to our brand-new apartment.

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