Wow a three years journey with me!
That means a lot... Thanks!
As for your comment, maybe plan a session with your therapist in the next couple of weeks, just to be safe!
My First Year with Austin (Erotic Story)
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Wow a three years journey with me!
That means a lot... Thanks!
As for your comment, maybe plan a session with your therapist in the next couple of weeks, just to be safe!
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@Jason093 I too have read all of the stories pertaining to Ty. Like you I am totally hooked on TJ’s (@thehottestmenxx )writing (we overlook the spelling and sometimes misuse of words as we understand this is not his first language) because it’s bloody clever and is in every way erotic and oft times amusing.
MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN
Chapter 19: Near Death (S)Experience (Part 1)
I walked into a white room; the space was very hard to describe.
Everything was white. The floor, the walls, the ceiling…
So much that it was hard to differentiate the top from the bottom, where the room ended and where it started, to understand whether I was actually walking or not.
Was there even a floor under my feet? I mean, I was not flying off so I guess there was a floor to step upon.
It was not a depressing white either, not like the kind you can have in hospitals sometimes. It was a warm, welcoming white.
A white which does not exist.
At this thought, I realized that I was probably dead if I was seeing things that did not exist in real life.
Shit. I was not planning to die that young.
Or maybe, I was just dreaming.
I was not freaking-out though. Which, if you know me, might have been the strongest indicator that something was definitely strange.
I was calm.
“Hey.”
Someone behind me greeted me. I was not alone then.
The floor looked more concrete under my bare feet now, it slowly turned into a light grey carpet. Wait… I noticed my hanging cock as I looked below me.
What was I doing there, stark naked?
I turned around to see who was there.
Austin was smiling at me, looking gorgeous. But something was different. He was not the Austin I knew.
He was the Austin I once knew.
Freshman Austin was grinning at me, wearing the yellow wrestling singlet I had offered him for his nineteenth birthday. It was more than ten years prior. This outfit was probably the greatest thing I had ever seen him wear.
“Do you like it?” He asked, as if he could read my mind.
He spun around to give me a show, even slapped his butt jokingly.
His ass looked amazing in this tight and revealing uniform. How outrageous was it that he used to be competing in this? His bulge, his butt, his pecs… Everything was on display.
“Are you real?” I asked.
Austin chuckled.
“You always need to overthink everything, do you?”
“I mean… Maybe… But this is sort of an important question, no?”
“Why?”
He had gotten closer to me. I had not seen him walked towards me, but 19 years old Austin was only an inch away from my naked body. I could feel his breath. He was even more stunning up-close.
His lips were beautiful, waiting for me.
And he was right. There was no reason why I should know if he was real or not. Who cared? I followed my instinct and I kissed him.
Everything was all right.
If this were to be my Heaven, I definitely liked it.
I did think times and times before while I was kissing Austin that I was experiencing Heaven, so maybe, that was true. I wondered what was happening as our tongues intertwined.
“Still overthinking, eh?”
Damn, that version of Austin was hot but I was not so keen of how well he could read my mind!
“Sorry, I was wondering if I was dead.” I said, genuinely.
He made a face.
“Would not that mean that I am dead too? Since I’m here?”
Fuck. I hoped not!
My mind got back to the Man Cave’s restroom for a split second. I did not think Austin’s injury was too bad at first, but he was lying unconscious in the blood, right alongside me.
“I’m not sure how this works.” I spoke.
Austin smiled at me again and held me in his arms. He was shirtless now, the singlet had vanished. My head was resting against his comforting pecs.
“Me neither, but I’ll take care of you, babe. Ok? We’re together.”
“I love you, Austin.”
All of the sudden, he was 30 again, with a broader frame, slightly longer hair, and more mature traits. He was stark naked, just like me. And horny, just like me as well.
“I love you too, Ty.”
He grabbed my ass. Firmly. He meant business.
“Really, Austin? You’re gonna do this, in freaking Heaven of all places!”
He laughed.
“Look, I’m just trying to have a cool anecdote to tell people at parties. Where’s the craziest place you’ve had sex in? In freaking Heaven, guys! Who can beat that?”
I could not help myself from laughing as well.
“Ok then, I guess I can help you out with that.”
I kissed his neck, licked his upper chest, and things got steamier from this point on.
Austin put his arms behind his head, flexed his biceps and flaunted his armpits. I licked them off, passionately. Oh, great! I realized I still had my sense of smell! Those armpits were the perfect amount of sweaty and stinky.
Delicious scent.
Austin was caressing my back as I got lower and bit his nipples, I then licked down his hairy muscular chest. I spent time on each of his eight-pack abs.
I was getting to his treasure trail, down to his pubes.
His nine inches cock was there, poking at the inexistant ceiling. I retracted his foreskin a little and kissed his cockhead. I played with his piss slit. It was getting slippery.
“Suck my dick, babe. I want to feel your mouth all around it.”
I looked at Austin above me while locking my lips around his girthy familiar cock. I kept staring at his eyes while pushing myself to swallow more inches of his meat.
I struggled halfway through but Austin started moaning and that got me going.
Besides, if I was already dead, I could choke on his cock, right? I was not going to die again!
His dick got even harder in my throat and now, I was heavily gagging on his heavy piece of sausage. I did not give a fuck though. What could happen to me in a space like this with the man of my dreams by my side?
“Yes, dirty boy, give me a Martin!”
I almost bit his cock as I chuckled at his remark, my mouth full of his meat.
“A Martin.” Our unique way to refer to a very sloppy and slimy blowjob.
I got his dick out of my mouth for a couple of seconds, I spat out a ton of saliva on his foreskin, - inside and out -, I caressed his balls, and went back on his cock. I gagged on it like the freaking slut Austin knew how to turn me into.
“Fuck yeah…” He mumbled.
The blood was flowing into my own cock.
I thought that Austin would usually sit down to enjoy the moment while I was servicing him. As soon as I had this thought, a bed appeared next to us. Not any bed though. Our dorm room bed. Austin’s. Same sheets and everything. We were back in our freshman year.
“Look, Austin, we’re in room 403!”
“It does freaking look like it.”
Austin jumped on the bed, being silly. His dick was flopping around.
“Turn around, babe. I want to rim your ass on those sheets, for old times’ sake.” I told him.
He winked at me and obliged.
When I looked back at him, there was his bubbly ass arched down before my eyes, his two birth marks guiding me to his pink tight hole.
“What you’re waiting for?” He said, spreading his ass cheeks with his two hands.
I practically jumped on Austin and I devoured his ass. I was jerking myself at the same time. What a freaking feast! I did not mind his air around his hole, actually, I loved it. I stuck my tongue out and went as deep as I could, searching his insides.
My nose and my mouth went deep, I could no longer breathe, but again, why should I care about stupid things like breathing?
Austin grabbed my face from behind and pushed it even further down his ass. He was rubbing himself against my nose. The scent was manly, musky… arousing as Hell!
Shit, maybe I should not talk about Hell in a place like this.
“Enjoy your freaking meal, babe, toss your boyfriend’s salad.”
I did.
After a couple more minutes of ass-eating, we switched position. We moved on to one of our favourites. The good old 69! I was going down on Austin’s throbbing dick while he was alternating between fingering my asshole and down-right eating it.
At this point, Austin was precumming all over and I could feel his fluids going through my teeth. I mean, in the position I was in, lying on top of him, I was pretty sure my own cock was leaking all over his neck and chest too.
This place – whatever it was - truly was great because the second I thought the bed was a little small, it enlarged itself and became a king-size bed.
Once he considered that I had choked myself enough on his big dick, Austin pulled me more towards him so my cock would lie against his lips and he started to suck me off.
It always felt very special when Austin would suck me back, especially here, in our college dorm-room. There were the football players and the Garuto posters hung on the wall next to us.
Oh, see! There were walls now! Cool!
Besides, Austin was a great cock-sucker, pretty natural at it.
He knew what he liked himself and he was not afraid to gun for it, acting shameless and slutty. Just how I like it too!
One of his specialities was to shove a finger or two up my ass while he was bobbing up and down my cock.
“Wait, Aust, I’m gonna cum…”
“So soon…?”
“Austin…”
He kissed my balls one last time. Then, he grabbed me, turned me around, and he slapped my ass. One, two, three spanks. Hmmm… I enjoyed this way too much.
“May I breed your ass, Sir?” He requested jokingly.
“You may, humble servant.” I said back.
Austin had me on lying on my front, got on top of me, and proceeded to fuck me hard. In real life, my tight ass would definitely have been broken but there, in this suspended moment, it was like all the pain was turning instantly into pleasure.
I felt his uncut cock invading me slowly, inch after inch, and when he tapped against my prostate…
“Fuck yeah… Yes… Pound me, hard, Austin!”
Wherever we were, I could scream as loud as I wanted.
It was freeing, liberating, exhilarating.
I would say that the banging was so good that it felt like I was in Paradise but it would be probably too much on the nose for this chapter.
You get my point though. It was one of the best sex sessions of my life. If the expression “of my life” still had a meaning there.
Austin fucked me doggystyle, missionary, and then I impaled myself on his XXL cock. I wanted him to rearrange my guts. I was sweating and precumming everywhere and I squatted down on his hard meaty dick. I wanted to go DEEP.
“Damn… Babe… if… hmmm… If you keep doing that… I won’t be able… to… to last for too long.” He mumbled below me.
I was jumping up and down his stick until my ass was fapping against his massive balls. They were full. I could sense it.
It was hard to tell if this moment with Austin had lasted for a couple of minutes or for an eternity. Time was working very weirdly in that place as I would find out later.
After an undefined amount of time fucking me, Austin bred me. He did not warn me but he did not have to. While I was sitting on his monster-cock, he released his creamy loads in my rectum.
I felt his dick throbbing and releasing at least seven volleys of jizz inside of me. Austin had always been a heavy ejaculator.
“Thank you, babe.” He said, kissing my shoulder.
He looked like a God when he stood up with his flaccid girthy dick dripping with cum. Sorry, I should stop with the religious comparisons.
I was hard as a rock. And still very horny.
Austin’s juicy bum looked better than ever… Maybe it was finally time to break it?!
As the idea formed in my head, it also formed in Austin’s head. In this strange universe, his mind was mine, and my mind was his.
In this case, both were filthy!
Austin found himself a desk to bend over. I did not see it appear but suddenly, it was there. That was some quality furniture, expansive wood and all. Exactly what we needed to pop my boyfriend’s cherry.
I knelt down to eat Austin’s ass properly as he was arching his bum. When it was all wet and slippery, I shoved two fingers inside his tight butthole.
“Yes… Babe… That feels so fucking nice…”
He had jizzed right before but his dick was back to being fully hard.
I fingered Austin some more and I rubbed my pulsating dick against his hairy ass-crack. I was getting to the Holy Grail – ok, that was the last biblical reference, I swear -, my dick poked against his asshole who was opening up to swallow it.
There, I thought, damn it, I wished I could have done that when I was alive!
And the second I had this thought… I was back at the bloody restrooms in the Man Cave.
Fuck my overthinking brain!
As it turned out, my meeting with Austin in this alternative world had happened in the span of a micro-second. In reality, Ausin had just fell on the floor. We were both lying in a puddle of blood.
But wait… Why was I seeing myself?
How?
I was looking at the scene from above.
I could see Ralph trying to pour water on my face and to get me back to consciousness. The loud techno music was still playing outside the restrooms. Ralph did not seem to know what to do about the knife stuck in my stomach.
He grabbed me. Literally. My entire body.
I did not enjoy seeing that. At all. It looked like I was dead.
But I hated even more that Ralph was leaving Austin behind. I tried to get closer but I could not. I tried to scream for help but I could not either.
*PLEASE, SOMEONE, HELP! ANYONE! YOU HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF AUSTIN! HE’S BLEEDING OUT. PLEASE*
One thing I could do was moving against the ceiling against which I was weirdly stuck. I was not really flying, more like floating. I got through the restroom’s door.
Apparently, I was a ghost now!
I found myself above the busy club. People were slowly realizing that Ralph was carrying a body in his arm. Mine. Some groups had not noticed a thing and they were still dancing or kissing on the dancefloor.
A trail of blood was following us. Looking at things from this upper view really gives you another perspective on the world and on the people living in it.
The looks on Jasper and Janice’s face when they understood what was happening broke my heart. If I still had one.
They were devastated. Janice started shaking uncontrollably. I wanted to comfort her, to give her a sign, anything, but she was not looking above her. Her eyes were stuck on my unconscious body.
Ralph yelled at someone to look for Austin in the restrooms. The music was finally cut off. People stopped dancing. Sergio ran to men’s bathroom, I followed him.
[Chapter 19 continues below]
Chapter 19: Near Death (S)Experience (Part 1)
I walked into a white room; the space was very hard to describe.
Everything was white. The floor, the walls, the ceiling…
So much that it was hard to differentiate the top from the bottom, where the room ended and where it started, to understand whether I was actually walking or not.
Was there even a floor under my feet? I mean, I was not flying off so I guess there was a floor to step upon.
It was not a depressing white either, not like the kind you can have in hospitals sometimes. It was a warm, welcoming white.
A white which does not exist.
At this thought, I realized that I was probably dead if I was seeing things that did not exist in real life.
Shit. I was not planning to die that young.
Or maybe, I was just dreaming.
I was not freaking-out though. Which, if you know me, might have been the strongest indicator that something was definitely strange.
I was calm.
“Hey.”
Someone behind me greeted me. I was not alone then.
The floor looked more concrete under my bare feet now, it slowly turned into a light grey carpet. Wait… I noticed my hanging cock as I looked below me.
What was I doing there, stark naked?
I turned around to see who was there.
Austin was smiling at me, looking gorgeous. But something was different. He was not the Austin I knew.
He was the Austin I once knew.
Freshman Austin was grinning at me, wearing the yellow wrestling singlet I had offered him for his nineteenth birthday. It was more than ten years prior. This outfit was probably the greatest thing I had ever seen him wear.
“Do you like it?” He asked, as if he could read my mind.
He spun around to give me a show, even slapped his butt jokingly.
His ass looked amazing in this tight and revealing uniform. How outrageous was it that he used to be competing in this? His bulge, his butt, his pecs… Everything was on display.
“Are you real?” I asked.
Austin chuckled.
“You always need to overthink everything, do you?”
“I mean… Maybe… But this is sort of an important question, no?”
“Why?”
He had gotten closer to me. I had not seen him walked towards me, but 19 years old Austin was only an inch away from my naked body. I could feel his breath. He was even more stunning up-close.
His lips were beautiful, waiting for me.
And he was right. There was no reason why I should know if he was real or not. Who cared? I followed my instinct and I kissed him.
Everything was all right.
If this were to be my Heaven, I definitely liked it.
I did think times and times before while I was kissing Austin that I was experiencing Heaven, so maybe, that was true. I wondered what was happening as our tongues intertwined.
“Still overthinking, eh?”
Damn, that version of Austin was hot but I was not so keen of how well he could read my mind!
“Sorry, I was wondering if I was dead.” I said, genuinely.
He made a face.
“Would not that mean that I am dead too? Since I’m here?”
Fuck. I hoped not!
My mind got back to the Man Cave’s restroom for a split second. I did not think Austin’s injury was too bad at first, but he was lying unconscious in the blood, right alongside me.
“I’m not sure how this works.” I spoke.
Austin smiled at me again and held me in his arms. He was shirtless now, the singlet had vanished. My head was resting against his comforting pecs.
“Me neither, but I’ll take care of you, babe. Ok? We’re together.”
“I love you, Austin.”
All of the sudden, he was 30 again, with a broader frame, slightly longer hair, and more mature traits. He was stark naked, just like me. And horny, just like me as well.
“I love you too, Ty.”
He grabbed my ass. Firmly. He meant business.
“Really, Austin? You’re gonna do this, in freaking Heaven of all places!”
He laughed.
“Look, I’m just trying to have a cool anecdote to tell people at parties. Where’s the craziest place you’ve had sex in? In freaking Heaven, guys! Who can beat that?”
I could not help myself from laughing as well.
“Ok then, I guess I can help you out with that.”
I kissed his neck, licked his upper chest, and things got steamier from this point on.
Austin put his arms behind his head, flexed his biceps and flaunted his armpits. I licked them off, passionately. Oh, great! I realized I still had my sense of smell! Those armpits were the perfect amount of sweaty and stinky.
Delicious scent.
Austin was caressing my back as I got lower and bit his nipples, I then licked down his hairy muscular chest. I spent time on each of his eight-pack abs.
I was getting to his treasure trail, down to his pubes.
His nine inches cock was there, poking at the inexistant ceiling. I retracted his foreskin a little and kissed his cockhead. I played with his piss slit. It was getting slippery.
“Suck my dick, babe. I want to feel your mouth all around it.”
I looked at Austin above me while locking my lips around his girthy familiar cock. I kept staring at his eyes while pushing myself to swallow more inches of his meat.
I struggled halfway through but Austin started moaning and that got me going.
Besides, if I was already dead, I could choke on his cock, right? I was not going to die again!
His dick got even harder in my throat and now, I was heavily gagging on his heavy piece of sausage. I did not give a fuck though. What could happen to me in a space like this with the man of my dreams by my side?
“Yes, dirty boy, give me a Martin!”
I almost bit his cock as I chuckled at his remark, my mouth full of his meat.
“A Martin.” Our unique way to refer to a very sloppy and slimy blowjob.
I got his dick out of my mouth for a couple of seconds, I spat out a ton of saliva on his foreskin, - inside and out -, I caressed his balls, and went back on his cock. I gagged on it like the freaking slut Austin knew how to turn me into.
“Fuck yeah…” He mumbled.
The blood was flowing into my own cock.
I thought that Austin would usually sit down to enjoy the moment while I was servicing him. As soon as I had this thought, a bed appeared next to us. Not any bed though. Our dorm room bed. Austin’s. Same sheets and everything. We were back in our freshman year.
“Look, Austin, we’re in room 403!”
“It does freaking look like it.”
Austin jumped on the bed, being silly. His dick was flopping around.
“Turn around, babe. I want to rim your ass on those sheets, for old times’ sake.” I told him.
He winked at me and obliged.
When I looked back at him, there was his bubbly ass arched down before my eyes, his two birth marks guiding me to his pink tight hole.
“What you’re waiting for?” He said, spreading his ass cheeks with his two hands.
I practically jumped on Austin and I devoured his ass. I was jerking myself at the same time. What a freaking feast! I did not mind his air around his hole, actually, I loved it. I stuck my tongue out and went as deep as I could, searching his insides.
My nose and my mouth went deep, I could no longer breathe, but again, why should I care about stupid things like breathing?
Austin grabbed my face from behind and pushed it even further down his ass. He was rubbing himself against my nose. The scent was manly, musky… arousing as Hell!
Shit, maybe I should not talk about Hell in a place like this.
“Enjoy your freaking meal, babe, toss your boyfriend’s salad.”
I did.
After a couple more minutes of ass-eating, we switched position. We moved on to one of our favourites. The good old 69! I was going down on Austin’s throbbing dick while he was alternating between fingering my asshole and down-right eating it.
At this point, Austin was precumming all over and I could feel his fluids going through my teeth. I mean, in the position I was in, lying on top of him, I was pretty sure my own cock was leaking all over his neck and chest too.
This place – whatever it was - truly was great because the second I thought the bed was a little small, it enlarged itself and became a king-size bed.
Once he considered that I had choked myself enough on his big dick, Austin pulled me more towards him so my cock would lie against his lips and he started to suck me off.
It always felt very special when Austin would suck me back, especially here, in our college dorm-room. There were the football players and the Garuto posters hung on the wall next to us.
Oh, see! There were walls now! Cool!
Besides, Austin was a great cock-sucker, pretty natural at it.
He knew what he liked himself and he was not afraid to gun for it, acting shameless and slutty. Just how I like it too!
One of his specialities was to shove a finger or two up my ass while he was bobbing up and down my cock.
“Wait, Aust, I’m gonna cum…”
“So soon…?”
“Austin…”
He kissed my balls one last time. Then, he grabbed me, turned me around, and he slapped my ass. One, two, three spanks. Hmmm… I enjoyed this way too much.
“May I breed your ass, Sir?” He requested jokingly.
“You may, humble servant.” I said back.
Austin had me on lying on my front, got on top of me, and proceeded to fuck me hard. In real life, my tight ass would definitely have been broken but there, in this suspended moment, it was like all the pain was turning instantly into pleasure.
I felt his uncut cock invading me slowly, inch after inch, and when he tapped against my prostate…
“Fuck yeah… Yes… Pound me, hard, Austin!”
Wherever we were, I could scream as loud as I wanted.
It was freeing, liberating, exhilarating.
I would say that the banging was so good that it felt like I was in Paradise but it would be probably too much on the nose for this chapter.
You get my point though. It was one of the best sex sessions of my life. If the expression “of my life” still had a meaning there.
Austin fucked me doggystyle, missionary, and then I impaled myself on his XXL cock. I wanted him to rearrange my guts. I was sweating and precumming everywhere and I squatted down on his hard meaty dick. I wanted to go DEEP.
“Damn… Babe… if… hmmm… If you keep doing that… I won’t be able… to… to last for too long.” He mumbled below me.
I was jumping up and down his stick until my ass was fapping against his massive balls. They were full. I could sense it.
It was hard to tell if this moment with Austin had lasted for a couple of minutes or for an eternity. Time was working very weirdly in that place as I would find out later.
After an undefined amount of time fucking me, Austin bred me. He did not warn me but he did not have to. While I was sitting on his monster-cock, he released his creamy loads in my rectum.
I felt his dick throbbing and releasing at least seven volleys of jizz inside of me. Austin had always been a heavy ejaculator.
“Thank you, babe.” He said, kissing my shoulder.
He looked like a God when he stood up with his flaccid girthy dick dripping with cum. Sorry, I should stop with the religious comparisons.
I was hard as a rock. And still very horny.
Austin’s juicy bum looked better than ever… Maybe it was finally time to break it?!
As the idea formed in my head, it also formed in Austin’s head. In this strange universe, his mind was mine, and my mind was his.
In this case, both were filthy!
Austin found himself a desk to bend over. I did not see it appear but suddenly, it was there. That was some quality furniture, expansive wood and all. Exactly what we needed to pop my boyfriend’s cherry.
I knelt down to eat Austin’s ass properly as he was arching his bum. When it was all wet and slippery, I shoved two fingers inside his tight butthole.
“Yes… Babe… That feels so fucking nice…”
He had jizzed right before but his dick was back to being fully hard.
I fingered Austin some more and I rubbed my pulsating dick against his hairy ass-crack. I was getting to the Holy Grail – ok, that was the last biblical reference, I swear -, my dick poked against his asshole who was opening up to swallow it.
There, I thought, damn it, I wished I could have done that when I was alive!
And the second I had this thought… I was back at the bloody restrooms in the Man Cave.
Fuck my overthinking brain!
As it turned out, my meeting with Austin in this alternative world had happened in the span of a micro-second. In reality, Ausin had just fell on the floor. We were both lying in a puddle of blood.
But wait… Why was I seeing myself?
How?
I was looking at the scene from above.
I could see Ralph trying to pour water on my face and to get me back to consciousness. The loud techno music was still playing outside the restrooms. Ralph did not seem to know what to do about the knife stuck in my stomach.
He grabbed me. Literally. My entire body.
I did not enjoy seeing that. At all. It looked like I was dead.
But I hated even more that Ralph was leaving Austin behind. I tried to get closer but I could not. I tried to scream for help but I could not either.
*PLEASE, SOMEONE, HELP! ANYONE! YOU HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF AUSTIN! HE’S BLEEDING OUT. PLEASE*
One thing I could do was moving against the ceiling against which I was weirdly stuck. I was not really flying, more like floating. I got through the restroom’s door.
Apparently, I was a ghost now!
I found myself above the busy club. People were slowly realizing that Ralph was carrying a body in his arm. Mine. Some groups had not noticed a thing and they were still dancing or kissing on the dancefloor.
A trail of blood was following us. Looking at things from this upper view really gives you another perspective on the world and on the people living in it.
The looks on Jasper and Janice’s face when they understood what was happening broke my heart. If I still had one.
They were devastated. Janice started shaking uncontrollably. I wanted to comfort her, to give her a sign, anything, but she was not looking above her. Her eyes were stuck on my unconscious body.
Ralph yelled at someone to look for Austin in the restrooms. The music was finally cut off. People stopped dancing. Sergio ran to men’s bathroom, I followed him.
[Chapter 19 continues below]
MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN
Chapter 19: Near Death (S)Experience (Part 2)
Finally, I was reassured that someone was going to take care of my boyfriend. Sergio seemed to be the right man from the job, he was not panicking.
In the meantime, I had lost track of my own body carried by Ralph.
OUCH.
That hurt like hell!
Fuck.
Ralph was no longer below me, but above me. He had lied me down on the concrete outside the bar and Allison was performing CPR. Both their panicked faces were a few inches from mine. My eyes were opened but everything was blurry.
Everything was hurting. I was back in my own body.
I hated every second of that.
People were screaming too. Strangers in the streets.
“The ambulance is coming, Tyler. Hold on.” Ralph told me. “Stay with us.”
“Austin…” I mumbled.
“They’re going to take good care of him, don’t worry about Austin.” Allison said.
She was crying. I did not want any of my friends to feel bad for me.
“Don’t you dare dying on me, Ty. Don’t you dare!” Ralph was yelling like a hurt animal.
But I could not help myself.
I closed my eyes and I got into another room.
The same colour white. The same surreal impression. The same calm.
Xander was there. Just like Austin, he was naked. And just like Austin, he was looking very good. Like the best I had ever seen him.
His blond hair looked like they were shining. His slim but fit body was in great shape. His long flaccid cock was dangling between his thighs. There was no sign of bullet or scar on his skin. No reminder of the shooting.
“What are you doing here?!” He asked as he walked towards me.
He walked and walked again, but he seemed to never get any closer.
“I got stabbed.” I explained, almost laughing at the ridiculousness and craziness of that statement.
“Geez! Who’s done that? Kim?”
“What? Wait… No! I… This did not happen in prison.”
“You got out?”
“Yeah… Ralph too. And Kurtis. We were released the same day. A few months after your… After the…”
Xander gave me a beautiful smile.
“That’s great! That you got freed.” He looked at me more sombrely. “Who else died? After me?”
I felt a tear falling down my eye.
“Just one person… Kim killed himself after he had shot you.”
The smile disappeared completely from Xander’s face. I could not believe that he was really there. He was not though. This must have been my imagination.
Right?
“I wish things had happened differently.” Xander told me.
“Me too… This is so unfair.”
We stopped talking for a while.
“Xander, I have to tell you, Mindy had her baby. She named him…” I spoke.
“Xander, I know.”
“We miss you. Ralph thinks about you a lot. I think Mindy is doing good, the baby is healthy.”
“I think that’s why I’m here.”
His voice was getting less clear. Like he was going away. I tried to run towards him not to lose him.
“Xander… Please, don’t go!”
“It looks like you’re going back, Ty.”
“Where?”
Here I was again, freaking-out.
“Listen, Ty, when you’re back, can you tell Mindy that she can authorize herself to live her life. There’s this guy she’s been seeing. The driver.”
“The driver?”
“He’s a good man. He’d be good for her and for the baby. She doesn’t need to go through this world alone. She has my blessing. Can you tell her that?”
“How?”
An alarm blasted off above my head.
I opened my eyes to three strangers who were bustling around me. There was a beep… and some bumps on the road. The sounds, the lights, the frantic energy, it was too much.
I realized that I was in an ambulance.
“Are you with us, Sir… Sir? Your name is Tyler, right?”
I could not talk. It was hurting way too much. The worst pain I had ever felt in my life. I wanted to go out of my body again. I felt restrained, locked-up in my own skin.
“Sir, we are getting you to an hospital, you have suffered a serious injury but we are taking care of you now.”
I did not pay much attention to the guy who was talking. The male nurse behind him was way more interesting to look at. He looked Indian and he was hot as fuck. Because he was a nurse, I stupidly assumed that he was gay.
I smiled to myself.
Maybe they had drugged me already because I was not feeling so much pain anymore. But I was dizzy.
I closed my eyes and went back to the white room.
Come on! I thought. This, again…
What was I supposed to do now?
I was not upset for long. This place was great. We were in the biggest locker-room I had ever seen in my life. As I looked around, I realized hundreds of semi-naked or entirely naked men were changing all around me.
Now, that was the kind of Heaven that I approved of!
Most of these guys were jocks, all of them were hot.
Some people I knew but it was like the minute I was recognizing someone; he would disappear from my sight.
I noticed Kurtis and his teddy-bear tattoo on his neck. He was showering in the middle of the room. His hairy ass looked banging. He was gorgeous, as he had always been.
But as soon as I tried to talk to him, he was no longer there.
My brother walked up to me. He was wearing a pair of grey jockstraps. He slapped his own ass to make me laugh… What a show-off! And was it a hard-on poking out from the pouch?! Yeap, it definitely was. Ryan was precumming on the straps of his underwear.
“We are one, now.” He spoke as he hugged me.
If you are confused, don’t worry, I was too. His hard cock pressed against mine. This was wrong on so many levels.
He vanished as well.
More hot guys in speedos started horsing around. The giant locker-room was turning into a pool. They were all more handsome and more inviting than the other.
Wait… I knew them as well!
I recognized Pope that I met in prison, Carlos from the x-rated shooting, and Martin from college. They were teasing one another, pinching their nipples, stroking their respective monster cocks – black, Latino, white -, laughing like teenagers.
I blinked and Carlos was sucking Martin’s cock. It was very slippery of course. Damn, he was doing a freaking nice job deepthroating that wet dick.
That got me all horny again.
They knew each other? No… They did not.
This was happening only in my mind then? Shit…
The second I decided to take part in their naughty games, they disappeared. Fuck! What sort of Paradise was that?! I wanted to see more! I wanted to experience more!
Thankfully, they were replaced by more sexy and horny guys.
Trevor and his dad Ray were there. They were both stark naked so I could spot the spiderweb tattoo on their ankles. They were jerking off on a bench, smiling at me, their arms around their respective shoulders.
It was like every guy I had ever found hot or attractive in my entire life had been summoned in that place.
As time seemed to rush by, I stumbled on William and his snake tattooed on his ass and leg, Griffin, my ex-fiancé who was French-kissing someone I did not know, and Tobias Finnigan stroking his gigantic white cock and giving me his best smirky smile.
Asshole! Correction, Assholes! The three of them.
At some point, I turned around and my college Law Professor was there, stark naked as well. He had taken my virginity. Professor Fletcher. I pushed him in the pool. He was an asshole too. He deserved it.
I started to get overwhelmed by the sea of men appearing and vanishing. Nothing was making sense. I sat on a bench. I let the hunks around me do their thing. I was only watching. If those were angels, they were downright kinky!
Ralph was licking my brother’s toes while he was getting fucked by Sergio. Nicholas, the Greek Adonis, sat next to me and started jerking-off watching them.
“You have some great friends!” He winked at me.
Time was seemingly moving fast.
Sometimes, I wondered if I was still in the ambulance, dying.
I had glimpses from what was happening “outside”. Whatever outside might mean. I swear I could hear Austin and Janice talk to me. Ralph too. And my brother. But it was all a blur. Like a broken radio.
I tried to make sense of it but I was losing grip. I closed my eyes.
When I opened them back, everything had turned to white again and Xander was there.
He looked more serious than the last time I had seen him. I mean, he was wearing clothes! A black suit! Was it my funerals or something?
“It’s time, Tyler. You cannot stay in a place like this forever.”
He was very close to me now. I could touch him. But I spontaneously knew what it would have meant if I were to take his hand so I refrained from it.
“I don’t want to die, Xander.”
“Then, don’t.” He simply said.
Once again, I felt him moving away from me.
“Xander, I wish you could come back with me.”
“Just tell Mindy what I had told you about the Driver. It’s very important to me.”
“I will.”
I could barely hear him now. Xander was becoming the broken radio and the real world was coming back.
“I want Xander to have two parents. Mindy thinks I would mind but I really don’t. Blood does not make a family. Love does.”
“Since when have you become so wise?” I teased him.
I did not want to let him go.
“For the record, I have always been wise! And what I said also goes for you, Ty. You can raise a baby who is not yours. You can love her. You can be her parent.”
This third “return” was the most painful of all.
When I opened back my eyes, I felt sore everywhere, I had a tube in my throat, and I felt like I had been stabbed all over again. The machines were beeping loudly all around me.
I hated it. Everything about it.
I understood quickly that I was lying in an hospital bed.
It took me a little more time to see there were two women surrounding me. I recognized Janice’s voice first.
“… I guess, the doctor was reassuring.”
“I know, Ryan is tough. He won’t need another surgery.”
Ryan?
I managed to move just a little and I saw Mallory, my brother’s wife, standing in the room. I wondered what she was doing here.
What the fuck had happened to Ryan?!
“We need the good news. Desperately.”
They had not realized I was awake but with that freaking tube in my mouth, I could not speak. Also, my throat was dry and I was very thirsty. I tried to move a finger. I could. I moved my feet too. Just a little.
Ok. I was not paralyzed. Good to know.
Besides, if I remembered who Janice and Mallory were, it meant that I had not lost my mind. It seemed like my brain was working like before.
They talked a little more but I only caught snippets of their conversation.
I was getting increasingly worried about my own state, about Austin too, and now Ryan… After about five minutes semi-awake, Janice finally noticed me.
“Mallory, oh God, look! His eyes are opened! Ty, Ty!”
Janice practically jumped on me and she had to consciously calm herself down before taking my hand.
“We need to call a nurse.”
I felt the hand of Janice against mine. I held tightly.
I tried to smile but it was impossible.
“Tyler, are you with us? Oh my God… Ty…”
I tried to say something but the tube got more stuck in my throat and that scared me.
I only loved to be choked by big juicy cocks, not by medical materials!
“Calm down, Ty. A nurse is coming.”
Mallory had gone to look for someone.
My eyes were getting used to the surroundings. The lights seemed too bright. The beeping noise was too loud. But I was there. I saw Janice more clearly.
Although, I wondered if I was not becoming crazy… Janice was… blond!
In what kind of universe had I landed this time around?! She had always been a brunette. Always. Even my imagination could not have created this!
“Just try to relax, someone is going to come and take care of you.” Janice was crying.
I listened to her advice. It was not easy but I tried to calm my breathing. I looked around. I could move a little bit. There was a small Christmas tree in the corner of the room.
Who would put up a Christmas tree so early in October?
“That’s good, Tyler. I’m here. Just hold my hand. Yes, like that.”
I looked at the damn tree, I wanted Janice to understand that I was freaking out about this.
“Shh… Ty…”
I tried to write something on the palm of her hand with my fingers but she was not catching up to it.
“I bet the nurse will be here in just a second now.”
I grabbed a paper next to me. Yeap, I could definitely move. It was some labs results. If I could not talk with my mouth, I could still write something.
This time, Janice understood what I wanted and she hastily gave me a pen.
“Take it easy, Tyler. There’s no rush.”
There were many things crossing my mind but the only thing that I managed (very poorly) to write down was:
“How Long?”
Janice caressed my hair. She looked unsure about what to tell me. I looked at the damn Christmas tree again and then I looked back at her.
“55 days, Tyler.”
Fuck. I had been gone for nearly two months!
And then, I had a more terrifying thought.
If Janice was there by my side, where the hell was Austin?!
Chapter 19: Near Death (S)Experience (Part 2)
Finally, I was reassured that someone was going to take care of my boyfriend. Sergio seemed to be the right man from the job, he was not panicking.
In the meantime, I had lost track of my own body carried by Ralph.
OUCH.
That hurt like hell!
Fuck.
Ralph was no longer below me, but above me. He had lied me down on the concrete outside the bar and Allison was performing CPR. Both their panicked faces were a few inches from mine. My eyes were opened but everything was blurry.
Everything was hurting. I was back in my own body.
I hated every second of that.
People were screaming too. Strangers in the streets.
“The ambulance is coming, Tyler. Hold on.” Ralph told me. “Stay with us.”
“Austin…” I mumbled.
“They’re going to take good care of him, don’t worry about Austin.” Allison said.
She was crying. I did not want any of my friends to feel bad for me.
“Don’t you dare dying on me, Ty. Don’t you dare!” Ralph was yelling like a hurt animal.
But I could not help myself.
I closed my eyes and I got into another room.
The same colour white. The same surreal impression. The same calm.
Xander was there. Just like Austin, he was naked. And just like Austin, he was looking very good. Like the best I had ever seen him.
His blond hair looked like they were shining. His slim but fit body was in great shape. His long flaccid cock was dangling between his thighs. There was no sign of bullet or scar on his skin. No reminder of the shooting.
“What are you doing here?!” He asked as he walked towards me.
He walked and walked again, but he seemed to never get any closer.
“I got stabbed.” I explained, almost laughing at the ridiculousness and craziness of that statement.
“Geez! Who’s done that? Kim?”
“What? Wait… No! I… This did not happen in prison.”
“You got out?”
“Yeah… Ralph too. And Kurtis. We were released the same day. A few months after your… After the…”
Xander gave me a beautiful smile.
“That’s great! That you got freed.” He looked at me more sombrely. “Who else died? After me?”
I felt a tear falling down my eye.
“Just one person… Kim killed himself after he had shot you.”
The smile disappeared completely from Xander’s face. I could not believe that he was really there. He was not though. This must have been my imagination.
Right?
“I wish things had happened differently.” Xander told me.
“Me too… This is so unfair.”
We stopped talking for a while.
“Xander, I have to tell you, Mindy had her baby. She named him…” I spoke.
“Xander, I know.”
“We miss you. Ralph thinks about you a lot. I think Mindy is doing good, the baby is healthy.”
“I think that’s why I’m here.”
His voice was getting less clear. Like he was going away. I tried to run towards him not to lose him.
“Xander… Please, don’t go!”
“It looks like you’re going back, Ty.”
“Where?”
Here I was again, freaking-out.
“Listen, Ty, when you’re back, can you tell Mindy that she can authorize herself to live her life. There’s this guy she’s been seeing. The driver.”
“The driver?”
“He’s a good man. He’d be good for her and for the baby. She doesn’t need to go through this world alone. She has my blessing. Can you tell her that?”
“How?”
An alarm blasted off above my head.
I opened my eyes to three strangers who were bustling around me. There was a beep… and some bumps on the road. The sounds, the lights, the frantic energy, it was too much.
I realized that I was in an ambulance.
“Are you with us, Sir… Sir? Your name is Tyler, right?”
I could not talk. It was hurting way too much. The worst pain I had ever felt in my life. I wanted to go out of my body again. I felt restrained, locked-up in my own skin.
“Sir, we are getting you to an hospital, you have suffered a serious injury but we are taking care of you now.”
I did not pay much attention to the guy who was talking. The male nurse behind him was way more interesting to look at. He looked Indian and he was hot as fuck. Because he was a nurse, I stupidly assumed that he was gay.
I smiled to myself.
Maybe they had drugged me already because I was not feeling so much pain anymore. But I was dizzy.
I closed my eyes and went back to the white room.
Come on! I thought. This, again…
What was I supposed to do now?
I was not upset for long. This place was great. We were in the biggest locker-room I had ever seen in my life. As I looked around, I realized hundreds of semi-naked or entirely naked men were changing all around me.
Now, that was the kind of Heaven that I approved of!
Most of these guys were jocks, all of them were hot.
Some people I knew but it was like the minute I was recognizing someone; he would disappear from my sight.
I noticed Kurtis and his teddy-bear tattoo on his neck. He was showering in the middle of the room. His hairy ass looked banging. He was gorgeous, as he had always been.
But as soon as I tried to talk to him, he was no longer there.
My brother walked up to me. He was wearing a pair of grey jockstraps. He slapped his own ass to make me laugh… What a show-off! And was it a hard-on poking out from the pouch?! Yeap, it definitely was. Ryan was precumming on the straps of his underwear.
“We are one, now.” He spoke as he hugged me.
If you are confused, don’t worry, I was too. His hard cock pressed against mine. This was wrong on so many levels.
He vanished as well.
More hot guys in speedos started horsing around. The giant locker-room was turning into a pool. They were all more handsome and more inviting than the other.
Wait… I knew them as well!
I recognized Pope that I met in prison, Carlos from the x-rated shooting, and Martin from college. They were teasing one another, pinching their nipples, stroking their respective monster cocks – black, Latino, white -, laughing like teenagers.
I blinked and Carlos was sucking Martin’s cock. It was very slippery of course. Damn, he was doing a freaking nice job deepthroating that wet dick.
That got me all horny again.
They knew each other? No… They did not.
This was happening only in my mind then? Shit…
The second I decided to take part in their naughty games, they disappeared. Fuck! What sort of Paradise was that?! I wanted to see more! I wanted to experience more!
Thankfully, they were replaced by more sexy and horny guys.
Trevor and his dad Ray were there. They were both stark naked so I could spot the spiderweb tattoo on their ankles. They were jerking off on a bench, smiling at me, their arms around their respective shoulders.
It was like every guy I had ever found hot or attractive in my entire life had been summoned in that place.
As time seemed to rush by, I stumbled on William and his snake tattooed on his ass and leg, Griffin, my ex-fiancé who was French-kissing someone I did not know, and Tobias Finnigan stroking his gigantic white cock and giving me his best smirky smile.
Asshole! Correction, Assholes! The three of them.
At some point, I turned around and my college Law Professor was there, stark naked as well. He had taken my virginity. Professor Fletcher. I pushed him in the pool. He was an asshole too. He deserved it.
I started to get overwhelmed by the sea of men appearing and vanishing. Nothing was making sense. I sat on a bench. I let the hunks around me do their thing. I was only watching. If those were angels, they were downright kinky!
Ralph was licking my brother’s toes while he was getting fucked by Sergio. Nicholas, the Greek Adonis, sat next to me and started jerking-off watching them.
“You have some great friends!” He winked at me.
Time was seemingly moving fast.
Sometimes, I wondered if I was still in the ambulance, dying.
I had glimpses from what was happening “outside”. Whatever outside might mean. I swear I could hear Austin and Janice talk to me. Ralph too. And my brother. But it was all a blur. Like a broken radio.
I tried to make sense of it but I was losing grip. I closed my eyes.
When I opened them back, everything had turned to white again and Xander was there.
He looked more serious than the last time I had seen him. I mean, he was wearing clothes! A black suit! Was it my funerals or something?
“It’s time, Tyler. You cannot stay in a place like this forever.”
He was very close to me now. I could touch him. But I spontaneously knew what it would have meant if I were to take his hand so I refrained from it.
“I don’t want to die, Xander.”
“Then, don’t.” He simply said.
Once again, I felt him moving away from me.
“Xander, I wish you could come back with me.”
“Just tell Mindy what I had told you about the Driver. It’s very important to me.”
“I will.”
I could barely hear him now. Xander was becoming the broken radio and the real world was coming back.
“I want Xander to have two parents. Mindy thinks I would mind but I really don’t. Blood does not make a family. Love does.”
“Since when have you become so wise?” I teased him.
I did not want to let him go.
“For the record, I have always been wise! And what I said also goes for you, Ty. You can raise a baby who is not yours. You can love her. You can be her parent.”
This third “return” was the most painful of all.
When I opened back my eyes, I felt sore everywhere, I had a tube in my throat, and I felt like I had been stabbed all over again. The machines were beeping loudly all around me.
I hated it. Everything about it.
I understood quickly that I was lying in an hospital bed.
It took me a little more time to see there were two women surrounding me. I recognized Janice’s voice first.
“… I guess, the doctor was reassuring.”
“I know, Ryan is tough. He won’t need another surgery.”
Ryan?
I managed to move just a little and I saw Mallory, my brother’s wife, standing in the room. I wondered what she was doing here.
What the fuck had happened to Ryan?!
“We need the good news. Desperately.”
They had not realized I was awake but with that freaking tube in my mouth, I could not speak. Also, my throat was dry and I was very thirsty. I tried to move a finger. I could. I moved my feet too. Just a little.
Ok. I was not paralyzed. Good to know.
Besides, if I remembered who Janice and Mallory were, it meant that I had not lost my mind. It seemed like my brain was working like before.
They talked a little more but I only caught snippets of their conversation.
I was getting increasingly worried about my own state, about Austin too, and now Ryan… After about five minutes semi-awake, Janice finally noticed me.
“Mallory, oh God, look! His eyes are opened! Ty, Ty!”
Janice practically jumped on me and she had to consciously calm herself down before taking my hand.
“We need to call a nurse.”
I felt the hand of Janice against mine. I held tightly.
I tried to smile but it was impossible.
“Tyler, are you with us? Oh my God… Ty…”
I tried to say something but the tube got more stuck in my throat and that scared me.
I only loved to be choked by big juicy cocks, not by medical materials!
“Calm down, Ty. A nurse is coming.”
Mallory had gone to look for someone.
My eyes were getting used to the surroundings. The lights seemed too bright. The beeping noise was too loud. But I was there. I saw Janice more clearly.
Although, I wondered if I was not becoming crazy… Janice was… blond!
In what kind of universe had I landed this time around?! She had always been a brunette. Always. Even my imagination could not have created this!
“Just try to relax, someone is going to come and take care of you.” Janice was crying.
I listened to her advice. It was not easy but I tried to calm my breathing. I looked around. I could move a little bit. There was a small Christmas tree in the corner of the room.
Who would put up a Christmas tree so early in October?
“That’s good, Tyler. I’m here. Just hold my hand. Yes, like that.”
I looked at the damn tree, I wanted Janice to understand that I was freaking out about this.
“Shh… Ty…”
I tried to write something on the palm of her hand with my fingers but she was not catching up to it.
“I bet the nurse will be here in just a second now.”
I grabbed a paper next to me. Yeap, I could definitely move. It was some labs results. If I could not talk with my mouth, I could still write something.
This time, Janice understood what I wanted and she hastily gave me a pen.
“Take it easy, Tyler. There’s no rush.”
There were many things crossing my mind but the only thing that I managed (very poorly) to write down was:
“How Long?”
Janice caressed my hair. She looked unsure about what to tell me. I looked at the damn Christmas tree again and then I looked back at her.
“55 days, Tyler.”
Fuck. I had been gone for nearly two months!
And then, I had a more terrifying thought.
If Janice was there by my side, where the hell was Austin?!
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Dude… please…
I’m gonna be worried about this all week!!
My poor therapist! lol
I’m gonna be worried about this all week!!
My poor therapist! lol
MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN
Chapter 20: A blond Janice, a hot nurse, and a tiny hospital bed (Part 1)
I started crying like a baby when I heard Janice say 55 days.
I was not prepared for that.
Who would?
I had missed so much; a whole chunk of life had passed while I had been stuck in that bed, dreaming about God knows what.
Another crippling thought started to form in my straddled mind. Being out for that long, I must have been severely injured. Would I ever be able to live like I did before?
I was having somewhat clear thoughts and I did feel like myself. This must have meant that, at least, I was not brain-dead. Right?
But then, a third concern came up, even more terrifying than the last ones.
I grabbed the pen and piece of paper back. I was heavily shaking. Janice repeated that I had to calm down... As if I could!
I scribbled down (poorly):
"AuST??"
Blond Janice, - it was going to take time to get used to that hair! -, deciphered my writing. She then smiled at me. (Phew!)
"Austin is fine. He's been here all this time, day and night, holding your hand. He had to go for a few days but he's gonna be so, so, so relieved to learn that you're awake."
I held Janice's hand tighter.
He was fine, then. What a fucking relief indeed!
"He's gonna be sad not to be here though. He really wanted to be there when you would wake up. He's with Lena at the moment."
I could not care less.
He was not dead.
He was even feeling good enough to travel!
A nurse came in the room. I recognized him immediately, although his black beard had grown a little since the last time that I had seen him in the ambulance. It was the hot nurse, Hassan Kumar... lucky me!
Had I really seen him though back in the imbulance, or had it all been just a vivid dream?
"Fully awake, it seems." The nurse said, seemingly satisfied.
Mallory was carefully walking inside the room behind him.
"Is he okay?"
"He's bothered with the tubes." Janice told. "Can we get them out?"
The hot nurse walked towards me, his biceps in full display underneath his pale purple tee-shirt. Yes, I was definitely still myself if I were focusing on these kinds of details. His furry and black chest hair was coming out from the top of his tee-shit.
Sexy.
Hassan held my hand. In a medical caring way, okay... but I had been through a lot, let me have this one!
"This is totally normal to feel disoriented and uncomfortable with the tubes, and the machines, Tyler. Can you nod at me if you understand what I am saying?"
I nodded. It hurt like hell.
Mallory gasped. A little gasp of pure joy.
"Good. Do you understand where you are right now?"
I nodded yes again.
"He even wrote down some stuff already." Janice intervened, pointing her index to the crumpled piece of paper.
"Impressive. Tyler, I need you to stay still, ok? You have suffered from some massive injuries and we had to induce you into a coma. For the past couple of days, we have noticed signs that you may just wake up, the fact that you seem fully awake now is an excellent news. Doctor Ploaz will be here shortly."
I must have looked scared as fuck. Probably because I was, but Hassan Kumar was talking in a very smoothing voice, explaining the situation I was in, calmly.
"The tube here has been helping you breathing while you were in the coma. This one here was supposed to help you eat, but none of these will be necessary from now on. You need to remain still for just a little longer and we will get you rid of some of the tubes."
The nurse had a solar smile all while he was speaking.
With Janice being blond and this handsome nurse taking care of me, I wondered for a split second if I was truly back to reality. I guessed I was feeling too much pain to be in the coma so this must have been real life.
"It is expected that you feel overwhelmed but everything is going to be fine now."
Mallory and Janice were both silently sobbing on my side. I felt bad for them, being so worried for me. They had probably been for the last two months.
I think the pain killers were doing their job because as the day went by, I zoned out often and I let more people take care of me, two more nurses came in, a few doctors too, although everything was in a blur.
I barely noticed when my main surgeon, Doctor Ploaz, came into the room. I was rarely staying up more than twenty minutes. Although, I was waking-up from my sleep each time which was good news.
Not too sure what had happened in between, but when I woke up in the middle of the night, my brother Ryan was sleeping on a chair next to me.
The first thing I realized was that the damn tube was finally out of my throat! What a relief that was!
I looked at my brother. He had lost some significant weight. He still looked very good though, but not as athletic as he was when I had seen him for the last time.
I cleared my throat and I turned my head to get a clearer picture of Ryan. The slightest movement was taking so much energy out of me.
My brother woke-up immediately. I noticed that he was wearing a purple bracelet around his wrist, the type of bracelet you wear when you are a patient in an hospital. Actually, we were wearing the same one.
"TY! FUCK!" He shouted before whispering. "Sorry, I got excited."
I smiled at him.
"Hello, brother." I mumbled.
My first words.
Very carefully but yet, very warmly, Ryan held me in his arms.
"Oh God, Tyler... You're back."
He kissed my cheeks.
"What happened to you?" I asked.
My voice was weak and hoarse but I could speak. Barely, but it was enough.
"To me?"
I pointed to his bracelet.
"Oh this... Well... That's no big deal."
"Ryan..."
"I'll explain that to you later, how do you feel? Should I call a nurse?"
"Is the hot Indian nurse on call?"
Ryan laughed.
"Don't think so. He was here all throughout the day so I doubt he has the night shift as well."
"No need to call a nurse, then."
I attempted a smile, not sure of how it looked, maybe I made a face instead. I still had trouble to move around in my bed but I was feeling better than before already.
"Here's some water. You should drink."
Ryan gave me a cup a water and I struggled to drink it but I did. My big brother was a surgeon, I knew that I was in good hands. The most capable hands, in fact.
I did not insist to find-out what had happened to him. I was very tired and I had to save my energy. I just enjoyed the moment, having him nearby. Ryan was doing most of the talking anyway.
We had a lot of catching-up to do.
"Austin is taking a flight tomorrow morning, well, in a couple of hours actually. He'll be here very soon; I think he threw his phone in the air of excitement when we told him you were awake."
I smiled faintly.
"Mallory is staying at your place, I mean, at Austin's place while we are here, the kids are at her parents'. Everybody is doing fine; the twins really want to see you, Ty. Mom and dad should be there tomorrow night also. Mom is so relieved already but I think she needs to see you with her own eyes."
"So, nobody else was hurt that night?"
"No... Austin and you were brought to the hospital but no one else in the bar got attacked or anything."
"What happened to Richard?" I muttered.
Ryan lost his smile.
"He's free, waiting for his trial."
I did not know how I was feeling about that.
"Janice is feeling very guilty." Ryan added.
"She should not..."
"She texted him that night. That's why he came to see her, and apparently, he was angry... Janice's been beating herself up since then."
"She should not feel guilty." I repeated, weakly.
"Austin too... He thinks the attack is his fault... Well, we never really understood what had happened in these restrooms..."
"A maniac has stabbed us. End of the story."
I tried to talk in a firmer tone but my voice broke at the end of the sentence.
I also attempted to straighten up and hurt myself.
"Don't get upset, Ty. Sorry, I should not have brought this up anyway. Everyone is okay though. That's the only thing that matters. Austin was out of the hospital in a week after the... the attack... and since then, he has been squatting the hospital to be at your side pretty much 24/7. A lot of people came. Ralph was here a lot too. Sergio, Allison, Jasper... Griffin sent me a DM on Insta to know how you were doing."
I chuckled at the mention of my ex-fiancé.
"If even Griffin was worried..."
Ryan caressed my hair.
He kept on telling me all about the people who have come by and wished me a good recovery. Without realizing, I fell back asleep. I still had a long way ahead to feel better.
But things were looking up for me!
When I opened my eyes again, it was because someone had kissed my forehead. I think I recognized his scent before seeing him.
"Hi, Ty." Austin said shily.
"Hi, babe." I replied.
"It feels good hearing your voice. So good."
His eyes were teary. Damn it, it was a real cry fest around here!
"Well guys, please make sure he does not talk too much!"
The room was full. This was a comment from Ralph standing on the other side of the bed. He was already mocking me.
Austin, Ryan, Janice and Ralph were all there as well as my favourite nurse Hassan, and Doctor Ploaz.
"I think I can update everyone at the same time, then. Welcome back with us, Tyler." The surgeon told me.
"Thanks. And..." I looked at the entire room smiling at me, and back at the doctor. "Thanks for saving my life, I guess."
"Oh, your family and friends would not have seen it any other way... We really did not have a choice to bring you back up!" Doctor Ploaz grinned at Ryan and Austin.
They looked at the floor. How bad had they pressurised that poor Doctor?
"Your big brother did a large part of the work here." The nurse added.
The alarm in my head started blasting off right away.
"What?"
Ridiculously, I imagined Ryan operating on my body.
Doctor Ploaz walked closer to me.
"Tyler, when you got admitted here 56 days ago, you had many injuries, some were manageable and not life-threatening, while others, particularly on your left kidney, were more concerning. Although a man can live a very normal life with only one kidney, we noticed a defect on your right kidney making the outcome of losing the left one rather... hum... uncertain. Although we tried to save both of your kidneys for several weeks, the lesions were too deep and we had to ultimately appeal for an organ donation."
Everybody was looking grave now. Even Ralph.
"Wait... Does this mean that I could still... die?"
"No, Tyler. The transplant was performed three weeks after your admission to the hospital. It was successful. We believe that you are recovering well and..."
I cut the doctor off.
"Someone already gave me his kidney? Who?"
I looked at my brother.
Fuck! Of course! How dumb could I be?
"RYAN?!"
"It worked, Ty." He said calmly.
"But you... You were a patient. You are a patient, still, weeks later."
"Your brother did encounter some complications right after the surgery but for the past week, we have only seen improvement. He'll be discharged today, actually. As I was saying, any person can live with a single kidney..."
I cut the doctor off... again.
"Ryan?! What if something really bad had happened during surgery? And what if something were to happen to your kidney now? Did you think about that? And Mallory was on board? Mom was on board? Your three kids were on board?"
Ryan rolled his eyes. He seemed pissed by my reaction.
"I told you he would react this way." Austin said sheepishly.
I tried to signal him to shut up by showing him my hand before I realized I did not have the energy to move my arm.
My brother held my hand:
"Tyler, let me ask you something. Would you have done the same thing for me?"
"Of course, I would have!"
He had the smuggest smile on his face. He thought he got me there.
"But it's different, I don't have kids." I insisted.
"My kids need an uncle, Ty."
Frankly, it was hard to fathom to what extend my closed-ones had been affected by what had happened to me. I felt terrible about that.
All of them had put their life into parenthesis to make sure I was receiving the best care possible. And my brother... Damn... He can say whatever he wants but he is the sole reason I am writing these lines right now.
I will eternally be grateful for that.
The doctor went into more details about my health, the transplant, and the rehabilitation ahead of me.
During my time out, I had healed for most of the injuries linked to the knife attack but now, I had to fix the issues anyone would suffer after a couple months in a coma.
I had lost a lot of weight and a lot of muscles -- seeing me for the first time was a real shock, my cheeks were hollowed out, I looked ten years older --, so I would need to learn to walk again.
I mean, I would pretty much have to learn to live again.
I also had a very large and nasty scar all across my abdomen. And some more traumas to add to the list of the ones I was already supposed to work on. Don't worry, I did start a serious therapy since then.
"Do you have any question?" The doctor asked after our one-hour meeting.
"I have two actually."
"Ask us anything, we can also talk more privately if you wish."
"No, no, I like it better with everyone in here."
"Go ahead, then."
"First, am I wearing a diaper right now? Because it feels more and more like it and I need to know if and how I am supposed to poop from now on."
Ralph giggled. I knew I would get him with this type of questions.
[Chapter 20 continues below]
Chapter 20: A blond Janice, a hot nurse, and a tiny hospital bed (Part 1)
I started crying like a baby when I heard Janice say 55 days.
I was not prepared for that.
Who would?
I had missed so much; a whole chunk of life had passed while I had been stuck in that bed, dreaming about God knows what.
Another crippling thought started to form in my straddled mind. Being out for that long, I must have been severely injured. Would I ever be able to live like I did before?
I was having somewhat clear thoughts and I did feel like myself. This must have meant that, at least, I was not brain-dead. Right?
But then, a third concern came up, even more terrifying than the last ones.
I grabbed the pen and piece of paper back. I was heavily shaking. Janice repeated that I had to calm down... As if I could!
I scribbled down (poorly):
"AuST??"
Blond Janice, - it was going to take time to get used to that hair! -, deciphered my writing. She then smiled at me. (Phew!)
"Austin is fine. He's been here all this time, day and night, holding your hand. He had to go for a few days but he's gonna be so, so, so relieved to learn that you're awake."
I held Janice's hand tighter.
He was fine, then. What a fucking relief indeed!
"He's gonna be sad not to be here though. He really wanted to be there when you would wake up. He's with Lena at the moment."
I could not care less.
He was not dead.
He was even feeling good enough to travel!
A nurse came in the room. I recognized him immediately, although his black beard had grown a little since the last time that I had seen him in the ambulance. It was the hot nurse, Hassan Kumar... lucky me!
Had I really seen him though back in the imbulance, or had it all been just a vivid dream?
"Fully awake, it seems." The nurse said, seemingly satisfied.
Mallory was carefully walking inside the room behind him.
"Is he okay?"
"He's bothered with the tubes." Janice told. "Can we get them out?"
The hot nurse walked towards me, his biceps in full display underneath his pale purple tee-shirt. Yes, I was definitely still myself if I were focusing on these kinds of details. His furry and black chest hair was coming out from the top of his tee-shit.
Sexy.
Hassan held my hand. In a medical caring way, okay... but I had been through a lot, let me have this one!
"This is totally normal to feel disoriented and uncomfortable with the tubes, and the machines, Tyler. Can you nod at me if you understand what I am saying?"
I nodded. It hurt like hell.
Mallory gasped. A little gasp of pure joy.
"Good. Do you understand where you are right now?"
I nodded yes again.
"He even wrote down some stuff already." Janice intervened, pointing her index to the crumpled piece of paper.
"Impressive. Tyler, I need you to stay still, ok? You have suffered from some massive injuries and we had to induce you into a coma. For the past couple of days, we have noticed signs that you may just wake up, the fact that you seem fully awake now is an excellent news. Doctor Ploaz will be here shortly."
I must have looked scared as fuck. Probably because I was, but Hassan Kumar was talking in a very smoothing voice, explaining the situation I was in, calmly.
"The tube here has been helping you breathing while you were in the coma. This one here was supposed to help you eat, but none of these will be necessary from now on. You need to remain still for just a little longer and we will get you rid of some of the tubes."
The nurse had a solar smile all while he was speaking.
With Janice being blond and this handsome nurse taking care of me, I wondered for a split second if I was truly back to reality. I guessed I was feeling too much pain to be in the coma so this must have been real life.
"It is expected that you feel overwhelmed but everything is going to be fine now."
Mallory and Janice were both silently sobbing on my side. I felt bad for them, being so worried for me. They had probably been for the last two months.
I think the pain killers were doing their job because as the day went by, I zoned out often and I let more people take care of me, two more nurses came in, a few doctors too, although everything was in a blur.
I barely noticed when my main surgeon, Doctor Ploaz, came into the room. I was rarely staying up more than twenty minutes. Although, I was waking-up from my sleep each time which was good news.
Not too sure what had happened in between, but when I woke up in the middle of the night, my brother Ryan was sleeping on a chair next to me.
The first thing I realized was that the damn tube was finally out of my throat! What a relief that was!
I looked at my brother. He had lost some significant weight. He still looked very good though, but not as athletic as he was when I had seen him for the last time.
I cleared my throat and I turned my head to get a clearer picture of Ryan. The slightest movement was taking so much energy out of me.
My brother woke-up immediately. I noticed that he was wearing a purple bracelet around his wrist, the type of bracelet you wear when you are a patient in an hospital. Actually, we were wearing the same one.
"TY! FUCK!" He shouted before whispering. "Sorry, I got excited."
I smiled at him.
"Hello, brother." I mumbled.
My first words.
Very carefully but yet, very warmly, Ryan held me in his arms.
"Oh God, Tyler... You're back."
He kissed my cheeks.
"What happened to you?" I asked.
My voice was weak and hoarse but I could speak. Barely, but it was enough.
"To me?"
I pointed to his bracelet.
"Oh this... Well... That's no big deal."
"Ryan..."
"I'll explain that to you later, how do you feel? Should I call a nurse?"
"Is the hot Indian nurse on call?"
Ryan laughed.
"Don't think so. He was here all throughout the day so I doubt he has the night shift as well."
"No need to call a nurse, then."
I attempted a smile, not sure of how it looked, maybe I made a face instead. I still had trouble to move around in my bed but I was feeling better than before already.
"Here's some water. You should drink."
Ryan gave me a cup a water and I struggled to drink it but I did. My big brother was a surgeon, I knew that I was in good hands. The most capable hands, in fact.
I did not insist to find-out what had happened to him. I was very tired and I had to save my energy. I just enjoyed the moment, having him nearby. Ryan was doing most of the talking anyway.
We had a lot of catching-up to do.
"Austin is taking a flight tomorrow morning, well, in a couple of hours actually. He'll be here very soon; I think he threw his phone in the air of excitement when we told him you were awake."
I smiled faintly.
"Mallory is staying at your place, I mean, at Austin's place while we are here, the kids are at her parents'. Everybody is doing fine; the twins really want to see you, Ty. Mom and dad should be there tomorrow night also. Mom is so relieved already but I think she needs to see you with her own eyes."
"So, nobody else was hurt that night?"
"No... Austin and you were brought to the hospital but no one else in the bar got attacked or anything."
"What happened to Richard?" I muttered.
Ryan lost his smile.
"He's free, waiting for his trial."
I did not know how I was feeling about that.
"Janice is feeling very guilty." Ryan added.
"She should not..."
"She texted him that night. That's why he came to see her, and apparently, he was angry... Janice's been beating herself up since then."
"She should not feel guilty." I repeated, weakly.
"Austin too... He thinks the attack is his fault... Well, we never really understood what had happened in these restrooms..."
"A maniac has stabbed us. End of the story."
I tried to talk in a firmer tone but my voice broke at the end of the sentence.
I also attempted to straighten up and hurt myself.
"Don't get upset, Ty. Sorry, I should not have brought this up anyway. Everyone is okay though. That's the only thing that matters. Austin was out of the hospital in a week after the... the attack... and since then, he has been squatting the hospital to be at your side pretty much 24/7. A lot of people came. Ralph was here a lot too. Sergio, Allison, Jasper... Griffin sent me a DM on Insta to know how you were doing."
I chuckled at the mention of my ex-fiancé.
"If even Griffin was worried..."
Ryan caressed my hair.
He kept on telling me all about the people who have come by and wished me a good recovery. Without realizing, I fell back asleep. I still had a long way ahead to feel better.
But things were looking up for me!
When I opened my eyes again, it was because someone had kissed my forehead. I think I recognized his scent before seeing him.
"Hi, Ty." Austin said shily.
"Hi, babe." I replied.
"It feels good hearing your voice. So good."
His eyes were teary. Damn it, it was a real cry fest around here!
"Well guys, please make sure he does not talk too much!"
The room was full. This was a comment from Ralph standing on the other side of the bed. He was already mocking me.
Austin, Ryan, Janice and Ralph were all there as well as my favourite nurse Hassan, and Doctor Ploaz.
"I think I can update everyone at the same time, then. Welcome back with us, Tyler." The surgeon told me.
"Thanks. And..." I looked at the entire room smiling at me, and back at the doctor. "Thanks for saving my life, I guess."
"Oh, your family and friends would not have seen it any other way... We really did not have a choice to bring you back up!" Doctor Ploaz grinned at Ryan and Austin.
They looked at the floor. How bad had they pressurised that poor Doctor?
"Your big brother did a large part of the work here." The nurse added.
The alarm in my head started blasting off right away.
"What?"
Ridiculously, I imagined Ryan operating on my body.
Doctor Ploaz walked closer to me.
"Tyler, when you got admitted here 56 days ago, you had many injuries, some were manageable and not life-threatening, while others, particularly on your left kidney, were more concerning. Although a man can live a very normal life with only one kidney, we noticed a defect on your right kidney making the outcome of losing the left one rather... hum... uncertain. Although we tried to save both of your kidneys for several weeks, the lesions were too deep and we had to ultimately appeal for an organ donation."
Everybody was looking grave now. Even Ralph.
"Wait... Does this mean that I could still... die?"
"No, Tyler. The transplant was performed three weeks after your admission to the hospital. It was successful. We believe that you are recovering well and..."
I cut the doctor off.
"Someone already gave me his kidney? Who?"
I looked at my brother.
Fuck! Of course! How dumb could I be?
"RYAN?!"
"It worked, Ty." He said calmly.
"But you... You were a patient. You are a patient, still, weeks later."
"Your brother did encounter some complications right after the surgery but for the past week, we have only seen improvement. He'll be discharged today, actually. As I was saying, any person can live with a single kidney..."
I cut the doctor off... again.
"Ryan?! What if something really bad had happened during surgery? And what if something were to happen to your kidney now? Did you think about that? And Mallory was on board? Mom was on board? Your three kids were on board?"
Ryan rolled his eyes. He seemed pissed by my reaction.
"I told you he would react this way." Austin said sheepishly.
I tried to signal him to shut up by showing him my hand before I realized I did not have the energy to move my arm.
My brother held my hand:
"Tyler, let me ask you something. Would you have done the same thing for me?"
"Of course, I would have!"
He had the smuggest smile on his face. He thought he got me there.
"But it's different, I don't have kids." I insisted.
"My kids need an uncle, Ty."
Frankly, it was hard to fathom to what extend my closed-ones had been affected by what had happened to me. I felt terrible about that.
All of them had put their life into parenthesis to make sure I was receiving the best care possible. And my brother... Damn... He can say whatever he wants but he is the sole reason I am writing these lines right now.
I will eternally be grateful for that.
The doctor went into more details about my health, the transplant, and the rehabilitation ahead of me.
During my time out, I had healed for most of the injuries linked to the knife attack but now, I had to fix the issues anyone would suffer after a couple months in a coma.
I had lost a lot of weight and a lot of muscles -- seeing me for the first time was a real shock, my cheeks were hollowed out, I looked ten years older --, so I would need to learn to walk again.
I mean, I would pretty much have to learn to live again.
I also had a very large and nasty scar all across my abdomen. And some more traumas to add to the list of the ones I was already supposed to work on. Don't worry, I did start a serious therapy since then.
"Do you have any question?" The doctor asked after our one-hour meeting.
"I have two actually."
"Ask us anything, we can also talk more privately if you wish."
"No, no, I like it better with everyone in here."
"Go ahead, then."
"First, am I wearing a diaper right now? Because it feels more and more like it and I need to know if and how I am supposed to poop from now on."
Ralph giggled. I knew I would get him with this type of questions.
[Chapter 20 continues below]
MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN
Chapter 20: A blond Janice, a hot nurse, and a tiny hospital bed (Part 2)
"You are wearing a diaper indeed. Nurse Kumar has been taking care of your hygiene for the last weeks... Although, now, we will work together to get you to become more and more autonomous."
Great, I thought, the hot nurse had seen me shitting all over myself and he had to deal with changing my adult diaper. I would have been very pissed if it were not for Austin.
Imagine if I had been single, what a way to kill your chances with someone!
"OK... So that's awesome..." I said sarcastically. "My second question now... There is this one thing I need an explanation on... Like... I am not even sure you guys are real right now. In what universe would Janice go blond?!"
Everybody bursted laughing at this one, including Janice.
"You, prick!" She spoke. "Really the first thing you say now you can talk again?! Ralph was right, maybe it was better when you were in the coma."
Some more laughs in the room. I laughed too but it kind of hurt my ribs.
"That does not answer my question though..."
"I just needed to feel different! What? You hate it?"
"No, actually, I sort of like it!"
"Well, I do hate it but get your best friend in a coma for two months and we will see how you react!"
On these wise words, the doctor left the room. If I could argue with Janice, it meant that I was doing pretty fine.
Austin asked for a special request to stay with me for the night which was granted.
I guessed we were still together then. Yeah!
We talked a little more seriously once it was only the two of us.
"Tyler, I saw Richard walked into the restrooms. It was right after you told me what he had done to you and I... I snapped... I had no idea he would react this way... Trust me, at first, I just wanted to have a serious word with him, I never imagined that..."
"Austin, stop it. I know you feel guilty but really, we have no time for this. We could both be dead. I'm just so..." I looked for my words but truly there was only one sentiment in my mind. "Grateful for you... and for everyone else."
He kissed my forehead again.
"Kiss my lips, babe." I requested.
He smiled at me and he obliged.
"You're right, babe. I'm grateful too."
"Don't you think I'm too ugly now?"
"Oh no... I think you're beautiful."
That was a lie, well, I assumed that it was a lie, but I took the compliment anyway. I needed all the support I could get.
"How is Lena?"
Austin's eyes lightened as soon as I had said the name of his daughter. How endearing was that?
"You should see her; she's growing so much. She's like a real fat cute baby now. She smiles too. A lot! She even laughs. She loves it when I sing rap tunes!"
He pulled out his phone and showed me some pictures and videos. Damn, I could see the two months which had passed by when I was looking at that baby, she had changed a lot for sure.
I had to give it to Austin though, she definitely looked cute.
"Cassie came to L.A. twice last month so I could stay here but this week, she could not get to a plane. I had not seen Lena in three weeks, that's why I went for a few days... The doctors were telling me your state was improving."
"You don't have to justify yourself. You could not stay at my side 24/7, Austin. I know you've been here for me."
"I just... I wished I had been there the moment you woke up... I wanted to show you how much a priority you were for me. I mean. How much of a priority you are for me. I thought I had you back, I thought we were going to be good, finally, and then... That asshole came in the restroom and everything went..."
"You're here now."
I caressed his arm.
"Yeah..."
"I promise you, Aust, life is fucking too short to torture ourselves on what we should have or could have done. All I can see is that, right now, we're together."
"Almost dying has made you wise." Austin joked.
"I guess. Or maybe, it's the pain killers."
"More likely."
I fell back asleep with a large smile on my face and Austin holding my hand.
Maybe I had not realized how hard the rehabilitation was really going to be.
The month which followed was a pain in the ass, quite literally. Everything was hurting but I had to follow every damn instruction from the staff, and from Hassan in particular, if I wanted to get a full and smooth recovery. Which of course I wanted!
Ryan being at the hospital a lot made things even worse because he would not let me deviate one bit from the "rehabilitation plan". I was almost relieved when my brother had to go back to the East Coast.
I knew they were all doing it for own good but for fuck's sake, this was hardcore!
Hassan had me walk in the damn corridors of the hospital hours a day, breathing into various tubes, standing still or lying down in the most uncomfortable positions, he was forcing me to eat at precise hours and always, I had to finish my plate, like a kid...
I started to hate the guy!
Thankfully, this torture also came with some perks.
For instance, Hassan was the one who was helping me shower every single day, which required some pretty hands-on work, especially in the beginning. That reminded me a lot of the time after I got hit by a car in college and Ryan had been the one helping me out.
One of the most erotic moments of my entire life.
With time, I needed less and less of Hassan's help, but he was there, ready to catch me if I were to fall.
I was mostly taking care of the front but for the first couple of weeks, Hassan was washing my back, - it was impossible to reach for me with my limited capacity of movement -, which Austin was getting increasingly jealous of.
I mean, my ass cheeks did not look as good as they were a few months back, but they were still his... Austin offered several times to take care of this part but sadly, shower time was also a medical activity as the nurse had to change my bandages every day.
Later on, Austin would take care of it but it was still too sensitive at first.
Do not worry, Hassan was happily married on his side (with a dude), and the time where I was cheating on my boyfriends was long done. I had no interest in betraying Austin.
Although, I did get myself in a sticky situation one morning.
"Oh shit." I said to Hassan.
I had become so unused to morning woods that I had not realized that I was hard as a rock before he started helping me out of my night clothes. My dick poked in his face.
"Yeah!" He cheered.
"Really, Hassan? Seriously?"
I felt ridiculous my dick at full mast, fapping against my scar, already dripping with precum.
"Tyler, your libido is back! That's a great fucking sign! Full road to recovery, now!"
I smiled at him.
"Yeah, I guess..."
"Maybe I should leave you alone if you want to... take care of this. This seems like a pressing matter."
"Oh no... I... I'll just wait for it to come down..."
Not that I wanted Hassan to witness me cleaning myself with my cock fully stiffed, but dirty thoughts started flowing in my brain. It was indeed a great news! I was feeling horny and excited again! I did not want to lose that thrill so soon.
Usually, Janice or Ralph would be there during the day and Austin would come by at night, spending the evening with me until I fell asleep.
That particular evening, I was waiting for Austin to be there, more impatiently than normal. It was like I could not help to celebrate this huge step with him.
I had pretty much been hard all day.
As it turned out, when you have not jizzed for two months and a half and your libido suddenly came back, it is practically impossible to shut that train down.
Austin came at the hospital straight from work, he was a little late since he had some things to take care of before the holidays break.
We were getting very close to Christmas and I had the perfect gift for my boyfriend.
"How are you feeling today, babe? Good or bad day?" He kissed my lips tenderly.
"Good. Very good, actually!"
Austin immediately recognized my cheeky smile.
"What is up with you?"
"Nothing! I'm just happy to be feeling better and better! I'm finally seeing real progress. And I'm happy to see you too."
"Great. I like this attitude! I do have a surprise for you!" Austin told me.
"Oh, really?"
He pulled out something out of his bag. A manga. Garuto, of course.
"The latest issue came out while you were in the coma, and I've been saving it to read it with you. It was very hard to avoid the spoilers but I managed!"
"Talk about a hard time! Can you believe that while you were struggling so much, I was in a coma this whole time, resting? I had it easy!" I laughed.
"Not what I meant..."
He knew that I was joking, we were all good.
"Let's get to reading then! You think you could get in the bed with me?"
The hard part about sleeping in an hospital, well, one of the hard parts, is that the bed is really not made for two and the door does not lock, meaning that it is pretty much a dead-end for any sort of romantic or intimate life.
When I had no libido going on, I could not care less, but now... I needed to fix this!
"You're sure I'm not going to hurt you?"
Austin said as he tried to climb in with me. I was still connected to various machines at night. But as we say: when there is a will, there is a way.
"No... And it's necessary if we want to read the damn book together, you only got one copy, right?"
"Right!" He replied.
He was the one with the cheeky smile now. No choice but to get very close in the tiny bed!
We were both giggling. The first time we would be more intimate than holding hands in months. Well... I did not need to think about the last time we were intimate in a public restroom.
We all know how this ended.
I will let you in on a secret though. We did not actually read the book that night. We eventually did during the following weeks, - it was a great issue by the way, and awesome to discover it alongside my boyfriend -, but as soon as Austin realized how horny I was under the sheets, the evening took a whole new direction.
"Tyler..." He whispered as our thighs touched.
I was wearing an hospital gown which was not hiding much.
"Yes?"
His right hand moved on my lower chest. He felt it.
"You naughty boy..."
"I guess I have a surprise for you too."
I kissed his neck. He grabbed my cock.
"Hmmmm..." The moan came spontaneously. I could not refrain it.
"You're sure, Tyler? You're up for this?"
"Babe, this is the best healing treatment I could get, recommended by doctors all over the world."
Austin winked at me but got his hand out of the cover. My dick was now visibly tenting and throbbing under the thin sheet. What was he waiting for? I was scared he was going to leave me with blue balls.
Obviously, he was not going to, Austin was as excited as I was.
He threw away the manga, he spat on his hand, and with the slime between his fingers, he went back underneath the sheet to jerk-me off real good.
"Like that?"
"Yes... Fuck, yes... Austin..."
"I'll make you feel better, babe, I promise. I'll heal you, just right."
He kissed my lips as he was stroking my dick. We made out. There was a lot of tongue and saliva involved.
I knew for sure I was not going to last long.
"Play with my balls too... Hmmm... Yes... Austin... I love you... Keep going..."
I tried to glance at the door from time to time so we would not get caught.
Austin threw all my cautiousness by the window when he moved the sheet to see what he was doing with my cock, leaking all over his fingers.
"Aust... The door is not locked... A nurse could come in..."
"They never do at that time, and so what? You said this was recommended in your treatment."
I laughed.
"You seem in dire need for some release too."
He had not taken his pants off but his bulge looked outrageous.
So fucking big and tempting!
I wished I could have helped him undress but I was not at this stage yet, I could barely take my own underwear down. Austin slid his pants to his knees and he jerked both his cock and mine at the same time as we were lying down on the hospital bed.
"Just tell me to stop if you feel like it hurts or anything..."
"Austin, it does not hurt... I have not felt... Hmmm... This good... For so long."
He accelerated the pace. He also spat on both our cocks.
Things were getting sloppy.
I extended my arm to grab his meaty dick. Funny how I was barely able to move my arms around during the exercises with Hassan but suddenly, it was like I had regain a lot of mobility.
A big juicy cock does serve as a great motivation tool....
Maybe physicists should think more about it in their freaking "rehabilitation plans".
We jerked each other off for a few minutes, grunting, moaning, looking in each other's eyes, until Austin had a better idea to make me cum.
He asked me to let go of his cock -- which I reluctantly agreed to do -- and he knelt down at the other side of the bed.
Now, we would really get in trouble if someone were to walk in.
You guessed what happened next.
Austin gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life. He looked at me all throughout while delicately licking my shaft from the cockhead to the base, to my balls.
He then kissed my cock, and finally bobbed up and down at a low and delicate pace at first, before going at it at a steady rhythm, deeper and deeper.
"Grrll... Grlll..."
I could barely look at him sucking me off without nutting.
But Austin had more tools in his box, he snicked a finger up my butthole as he was gagging on my cock.
That made me cum instantly.
I did not even have time to warn him that I was filling up his throat with my juice. The poor guy, he almost chocked in my spunk!
Austin seemed very happy with his performance though, he made himself cum at the same time. He was smiling to his ears. Some friendly fire hit the cover of the latest issue of Garuto, but I assume the manga character would not have minded.
And we did not get caught... At least, not that time!
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Chapter 20: A blond Janice, a hot nurse, and a tiny hospital bed (Part 2)
"You are wearing a diaper indeed. Nurse Kumar has been taking care of your hygiene for the last weeks... Although, now, we will work together to get you to become more and more autonomous."
Great, I thought, the hot nurse had seen me shitting all over myself and he had to deal with changing my adult diaper. I would have been very pissed if it were not for Austin.
Imagine if I had been single, what a way to kill your chances with someone!
"OK... So that's awesome..." I said sarcastically. "My second question now... There is this one thing I need an explanation on... Like... I am not even sure you guys are real right now. In what universe would Janice go blond?!"
Everybody bursted laughing at this one, including Janice.
"You, prick!" She spoke. "Really the first thing you say now you can talk again?! Ralph was right, maybe it was better when you were in the coma."
Some more laughs in the room. I laughed too but it kind of hurt my ribs.
"That does not answer my question though..."
"I just needed to feel different! What? You hate it?"
"No, actually, I sort of like it!"
"Well, I do hate it but get your best friend in a coma for two months and we will see how you react!"
On these wise words, the doctor left the room. If I could argue with Janice, it meant that I was doing pretty fine.
Austin asked for a special request to stay with me for the night which was granted.
I guessed we were still together then. Yeah!
We talked a little more seriously once it was only the two of us.
"Tyler, I saw Richard walked into the restrooms. It was right after you told me what he had done to you and I... I snapped... I had no idea he would react this way... Trust me, at first, I just wanted to have a serious word with him, I never imagined that..."
"Austin, stop it. I know you feel guilty but really, we have no time for this. We could both be dead. I'm just so..." I looked for my words but truly there was only one sentiment in my mind. "Grateful for you... and for everyone else."
He kissed my forehead again.
"Kiss my lips, babe." I requested.
He smiled at me and he obliged.
"You're right, babe. I'm grateful too."
"Don't you think I'm too ugly now?"
"Oh no... I think you're beautiful."
That was a lie, well, I assumed that it was a lie, but I took the compliment anyway. I needed all the support I could get.
"How is Lena?"
Austin's eyes lightened as soon as I had said the name of his daughter. How endearing was that?
"You should see her; she's growing so much. She's like a real fat cute baby now. She smiles too. A lot! She even laughs. She loves it when I sing rap tunes!"
He pulled out his phone and showed me some pictures and videos. Damn, I could see the two months which had passed by when I was looking at that baby, she had changed a lot for sure.
I had to give it to Austin though, she definitely looked cute.
"Cassie came to L.A. twice last month so I could stay here but this week, she could not get to a plane. I had not seen Lena in three weeks, that's why I went for a few days... The doctors were telling me your state was improving."
"You don't have to justify yourself. You could not stay at my side 24/7, Austin. I know you've been here for me."
"I just... I wished I had been there the moment you woke up... I wanted to show you how much a priority you were for me. I mean. How much of a priority you are for me. I thought I had you back, I thought we were going to be good, finally, and then... That asshole came in the restroom and everything went..."
"You're here now."
I caressed his arm.
"Yeah..."
"I promise you, Aust, life is fucking too short to torture ourselves on what we should have or could have done. All I can see is that, right now, we're together."
"Almost dying has made you wise." Austin joked.
"I guess. Or maybe, it's the pain killers."
"More likely."
I fell back asleep with a large smile on my face and Austin holding my hand.
Maybe I had not realized how hard the rehabilitation was really going to be.
The month which followed was a pain in the ass, quite literally. Everything was hurting but I had to follow every damn instruction from the staff, and from Hassan in particular, if I wanted to get a full and smooth recovery. Which of course I wanted!
Ryan being at the hospital a lot made things even worse because he would not let me deviate one bit from the "rehabilitation plan". I was almost relieved when my brother had to go back to the East Coast.
I knew they were all doing it for own good but for fuck's sake, this was hardcore!
Hassan had me walk in the damn corridors of the hospital hours a day, breathing into various tubes, standing still or lying down in the most uncomfortable positions, he was forcing me to eat at precise hours and always, I had to finish my plate, like a kid...
I started to hate the guy!
Thankfully, this torture also came with some perks.
For instance, Hassan was the one who was helping me shower every single day, which required some pretty hands-on work, especially in the beginning. That reminded me a lot of the time after I got hit by a car in college and Ryan had been the one helping me out.
One of the most erotic moments of my entire life.
With time, I needed less and less of Hassan's help, but he was there, ready to catch me if I were to fall.
I was mostly taking care of the front but for the first couple of weeks, Hassan was washing my back, - it was impossible to reach for me with my limited capacity of movement -, which Austin was getting increasingly jealous of.
I mean, my ass cheeks did not look as good as they were a few months back, but they were still his... Austin offered several times to take care of this part but sadly, shower time was also a medical activity as the nurse had to change my bandages every day.
Later on, Austin would take care of it but it was still too sensitive at first.
Do not worry, Hassan was happily married on his side (with a dude), and the time where I was cheating on my boyfriends was long done. I had no interest in betraying Austin.
Although, I did get myself in a sticky situation one morning.
"Oh shit." I said to Hassan.
I had become so unused to morning woods that I had not realized that I was hard as a rock before he started helping me out of my night clothes. My dick poked in his face.
"Yeah!" He cheered.
"Really, Hassan? Seriously?"
I felt ridiculous my dick at full mast, fapping against my scar, already dripping with precum.
"Tyler, your libido is back! That's a great fucking sign! Full road to recovery, now!"
I smiled at him.
"Yeah, I guess..."
"Maybe I should leave you alone if you want to... take care of this. This seems like a pressing matter."
"Oh no... I... I'll just wait for it to come down..."
Not that I wanted Hassan to witness me cleaning myself with my cock fully stiffed, but dirty thoughts started flowing in my brain. It was indeed a great news! I was feeling horny and excited again! I did not want to lose that thrill so soon.
Usually, Janice or Ralph would be there during the day and Austin would come by at night, spending the evening with me until I fell asleep.
That particular evening, I was waiting for Austin to be there, more impatiently than normal. It was like I could not help to celebrate this huge step with him.
I had pretty much been hard all day.
As it turned out, when you have not jizzed for two months and a half and your libido suddenly came back, it is practically impossible to shut that train down.
Austin came at the hospital straight from work, he was a little late since he had some things to take care of before the holidays break.
We were getting very close to Christmas and I had the perfect gift for my boyfriend.
"How are you feeling today, babe? Good or bad day?" He kissed my lips tenderly.
"Good. Very good, actually!"
Austin immediately recognized my cheeky smile.
"What is up with you?"
"Nothing! I'm just happy to be feeling better and better! I'm finally seeing real progress. And I'm happy to see you too."
"Great. I like this attitude! I do have a surprise for you!" Austin told me.
"Oh, really?"
He pulled out something out of his bag. A manga. Garuto, of course.
"The latest issue came out while you were in the coma, and I've been saving it to read it with you. It was very hard to avoid the spoilers but I managed!"
"Talk about a hard time! Can you believe that while you were struggling so much, I was in a coma this whole time, resting? I had it easy!" I laughed.
"Not what I meant..."
He knew that I was joking, we were all good.
"Let's get to reading then! You think you could get in the bed with me?"
The hard part about sleeping in an hospital, well, one of the hard parts, is that the bed is really not made for two and the door does not lock, meaning that it is pretty much a dead-end for any sort of romantic or intimate life.
When I had no libido going on, I could not care less, but now... I needed to fix this!
"You're sure I'm not going to hurt you?"
Austin said as he tried to climb in with me. I was still connected to various machines at night. But as we say: when there is a will, there is a way.
"No... And it's necessary if we want to read the damn book together, you only got one copy, right?"
"Right!" He replied.
He was the one with the cheeky smile now. No choice but to get very close in the tiny bed!
We were both giggling. The first time we would be more intimate than holding hands in months. Well... I did not need to think about the last time we were intimate in a public restroom.
We all know how this ended.
I will let you in on a secret though. We did not actually read the book that night. We eventually did during the following weeks, - it was a great issue by the way, and awesome to discover it alongside my boyfriend -, but as soon as Austin realized how horny I was under the sheets, the evening took a whole new direction.
"Tyler..." He whispered as our thighs touched.
I was wearing an hospital gown which was not hiding much.
"Yes?"
His right hand moved on my lower chest. He felt it.
"You naughty boy..."
"I guess I have a surprise for you too."
I kissed his neck. He grabbed my cock.
"Hmmmm..." The moan came spontaneously. I could not refrain it.
"You're sure, Tyler? You're up for this?"
"Babe, this is the best healing treatment I could get, recommended by doctors all over the world."
Austin winked at me but got his hand out of the cover. My dick was now visibly tenting and throbbing under the thin sheet. What was he waiting for? I was scared he was going to leave me with blue balls.
Obviously, he was not going to, Austin was as excited as I was.
He threw away the manga, he spat on his hand, and with the slime between his fingers, he went back underneath the sheet to jerk-me off real good.
"Like that?"
"Yes... Fuck, yes... Austin..."
"I'll make you feel better, babe, I promise. I'll heal you, just right."
He kissed my lips as he was stroking my dick. We made out. There was a lot of tongue and saliva involved.
I knew for sure I was not going to last long.
"Play with my balls too... Hmmm... Yes... Austin... I love you... Keep going..."
I tried to glance at the door from time to time so we would not get caught.
Austin threw all my cautiousness by the window when he moved the sheet to see what he was doing with my cock, leaking all over his fingers.
"Aust... The door is not locked... A nurse could come in..."
"They never do at that time, and so what? You said this was recommended in your treatment."
I laughed.
"You seem in dire need for some release too."
He had not taken his pants off but his bulge looked outrageous.
So fucking big and tempting!
I wished I could have helped him undress but I was not at this stage yet, I could barely take my own underwear down. Austin slid his pants to his knees and he jerked both his cock and mine at the same time as we were lying down on the hospital bed.
"Just tell me to stop if you feel like it hurts or anything..."
"Austin, it does not hurt... I have not felt... Hmmm... This good... For so long."
He accelerated the pace. He also spat on both our cocks.
Things were getting sloppy.
I extended my arm to grab his meaty dick. Funny how I was barely able to move my arms around during the exercises with Hassan but suddenly, it was like I had regain a lot of mobility.
A big juicy cock does serve as a great motivation tool....
Maybe physicists should think more about it in their freaking "rehabilitation plans".
We jerked each other off for a few minutes, grunting, moaning, looking in each other's eyes, until Austin had a better idea to make me cum.
He asked me to let go of his cock -- which I reluctantly agreed to do -- and he knelt down at the other side of the bed.
Now, we would really get in trouble if someone were to walk in.
You guessed what happened next.
Austin gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life. He looked at me all throughout while delicately licking my shaft from the cockhead to the base, to my balls.
He then kissed my cock, and finally bobbed up and down at a low and delicate pace at first, before going at it at a steady rhythm, deeper and deeper.
"Grrll... Grlll..."
I could barely look at him sucking me off without nutting.
But Austin had more tools in his box, he snicked a finger up my butthole as he was gagging on my cock.
That made me cum instantly.
I did not even have time to warn him that I was filling up his throat with my juice. The poor guy, he almost chocked in my spunk!
Austin seemed very happy with his performance though, he made himself cum at the same time. He was smiling to his ears. Some friendly fire hit the cover of the latest issue of Garuto, but I assume the manga character would not have minded.
And we did not get caught... At least, not that time!
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So pleased to read of Ty’s recovery and that Austin had not been as badly hurt. Furious that Richard is still wondering around awaiting trial. That bastard should be locked up for attempted murder. As ever I love the writing TL @thehottestmenxx
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Okay, huuuuuuge sigh of relief and, I won’t lie, I may have even shed a tear or two! Dang, this has been a wild ride. I hate to see the story coming to an end. Tyler and Austin seem like old friends at this point! Haha
Four more chapters before saying goodbye.
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MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN
Chapter 21: The Driver (part 1)
I do not think that I have ever experienced the essence of a "Summer of Love", but I did live a "Winter of Love", and it all started in a hospital room.
After the attack at the club, the coma, the challenging first weeks of rehabilitation, the mixed feelings I had regarding the kidney transplant, I spent Christmas at the hospital, drained, exhausted, but ultimately... happy.
Who would have thought?
Austin, Janice and Ralph did the cutest thing by organizing our own Christmas celebration in my room. They had decorated it, brought food that I definitely was not supposed to eat, and they came in wearing tuxedos for the men, and a fancy red dress for Janice.
Ralph was definitely checking her out by the way, his eyes was glued to the back of her dress the entire time.
I did feel silly in my hospital gown. Thankfully, Ralph had brought me a bow-tie which he forced me to wear all evening.
I looked joyfully ridiculous.
Since Hassan was on call, he was invited to the party as well.
Honestly, it was one of the best Christmas' eves of my life. There was no awkward family reunion, just a few of the people that I loved around me, hours of telling jokes and updating me on the pop culture events that I had missed, and a visio-call with my brother and my nephews.
Mallory had dressed Noah in a tiny Santa Claus costume and it was the most endearing thing ever. He kept on waving at me on the camera.
Cassie had also dressed baby Lena for the occasion, she sent us a picture where she was disguised as a little snow-man, or rather, snow-woman!
Austin was with them on the 25th. I had pressed him that he should go even though Lena would not remember a second of it.
Later-on, she will be able to tell on the pictures that her daddy had travelled all across the country to be with there on her first Christmas.
No matter what we say to reassure ourselves, I think those kinds of things always matter in the end.
Romantically speaking, Austin and I were doing better than ever.
He was there for me through every (difficult) step of the recovery, and we had purged our relationship of all our dirty secrets and misunderstandings. I could tell that we were both being ourselves and we were so happy to have gotten back together.
Besides, we actively worked on our communication. We were making sure to hear the other one's point of view before making any decision, and we were accepting balanced compromises to respect our respective boundaries.
I know, right?! Very mature of us!
Meanwhile, our intimate and physical connection was certainly at its peak.
Once my libido had come back, there was no way to stop us from touching each other, hospital setting or not.
I needed to smell him, caress his skin, stroke his cock, feel his muscular body, kiss his lips...
Austin joining me in the bed after hours became a routine and the mutual jerk-off session was a daily occurrence. Unfortunately, I could not do much with very limited movement abilities, but trust me, we managed and we got creative!
One does not have to move around to get his ass rimmed or his cock sucked, right?! And Austin was more than willing to do both!
The feeling of his tongue buried deep in my asshole, I promise you, it was worth coming back from Heaven just for this! (Or whatever that place I had gone to during my coma truly was...)
As for my own mouth, it did not suffer from any incapacity.
Consequently, I could French-kiss my boyfriend all day long, and if he could succeed in bringing the right body part at the level of my lips, - it required some ingenuity with the tiny bed and the machines -, I could pretty much lick, slurp... and suck (!) on anything.
Practicing football and wrestling, Austin had always been very quick and precise with his moves, and he definitely knew how to be flexible when it meant that I would take care of his cock, or of eating his hole!
He was very gentle at first, pushing his wet cockhead against my lips slowly, but, as the days went by, I was capable to take more initiative. I played with Austin's nipples, licked his armpits, grabbed and sucked on his heavy balls.
I could tell he was keeping them full for me. I loved the feeling.
Being able to showcase my progress to Austin in the sack was a great source of motivation to give my best during the painful exercise sessions with Hassan in the day.
Talking about my favourite nurse, I had Austin's both hairy balls in my mouth -- and his nine inches cock slapping against my face -, when we got caught by Hassan for the first time.
Austin was weirdly standing on the bed, keeping his balance by leaning his left hand against the wall, while his right hand was put at good use, holding my face.
Thank God, it was Hassan who had gotten in the room at the wrong time and he bursted out laughing. He did ask Austin to come down from the bed.
"Austin, I may have to remove your visitation privilege!"
Fuck, I thought. It was like prison all over again!
But Hassan never followed through on his empty threat. I think Austin had talked with him and who could blame us? Libido was great news in the healing process.
Austin did not really care anyway. Getting caught had sent him to the edge and he had jizzed in my face at this crucial moment!
I was full red and my face coated with creamy cum while we were being scolded by Hassan.
No regret though.
After Christmas, I also spent New Year's Eve at the hospital, until finally, at the mid-January, I was discharged and went back home.
Austin and I had been caught a couple more times by other nurses since then and everyone was happy to see the "horny rabbits", or in the words of the crudest patients, the "fucking rabbits", leave the facility.
Apparently, we had been getting noisier during the last evenings at the hospital... What can I say? Austin is a dirty talker when I rim his ass!
Although, "fucking rabbits" was a not a very appropriate nickname as Austin had not actually fucked me since I had gotten out of my coma - my body was still not ready for this -, and I...
Well...
I had never, ever, fucked Austin in the ass.
Surely, I had tossed his salad times and times again, I had also given him some good old fingering, but my cock had never broken his beautiful athletic bum.
I was starting to get really obsessed with that pink asshole but the stars had never aligned on that one! It was the only remaining part of my boyfriend that was still resisting me.
I know what you are thinking, coma had not changed me that much... Sex was still occupying a very large portion of my brain! Men being men, I guess.
If you read this, you are probably not a prude yourself, right?!
So that I could come back home, Austin learned how to re-do my bandages with Hassan.
It was a bit awkward, - and admittedly somewhat arousing -, to be practically naked between the two of them as the nurse was showing my boyfriend the proper ways to disinfect the scars and apply new plasters.
I would have probably gotten hard if Austin had not been so clumsy at first, hurting me a lot each time he was removing a bandage.
"Sorry, babe!" He apologized.
"That's fine... You'll get the hang of it."
"I will!"
That happened a dozen of times but, to be honest, Austin never truly figured it out and never reached the professional level of Hassan. Thankfully, with the weeks going by, I was more and more able to take care of myself.
In any event, I preferred Austin to take care of my body in other ways... If you know what I mean.
I still had issues to walk for a long period of time and to move my left arm, also my kidney had to be closely monitored, but Austin was very present for me during this entire period.
Besides, Sergio and Allison were close if I ever needed any help at the apartment while Austin was at work. I also knew that I could ring Janice or Ralph at any time.
My chosen family really showed-up for me.
I believe that this is part of the reason why I have kept such a fond memory of this time which could have been a very difficult one. I felt cared for and loved like I had rarely ever felt before.
Finally, I had regained some weight and the main objective was to rebuild my muscle mass which was the longest, but also the most satisfying, part of my rehabilitation process.
In the years prior to the attack at the bar, and especially in prison, I had made physical exercise part of my routine and it had really become a way to centre myself and release the pressure. I had missed it very much while I was stuck in bed and I was therefore really glad to go back at it.
My brother, Hassan, Ralph and Austin had designed the perfect program so I could train without exhausting myself or pushing the sensitive parts of my body too much.
Recovery was not the only thing I was focused on though; I was working too!
Ralph and Sergio's platforms had blown up during my coma but their ascension was slowing down at this point, and I had many ideas to push the glass ceiling they seemed to have reached.
Running their social media pages and answering to the hundreds of messages left unanswered (especially on Ralph's page, he was definitely not good at answering his fans!) had the great advantage that I could work from home, and even literally from my bed.
I could tell that Ralph was not so keen of doing more videos, he loved the live-audience and performing strip-shows in front of an eager crowd but not so much the one-on-one with a camera.
Consequently, I was looking for gogo-dancing or stripping gigs and I had already a lead with a big club in Vegas which had contacted the "Nine Inches King" in one of the lost private messages.
My other occupation was to look for places to rent near Boston, where Cassie was living.
Austin's contract was ending in March and my goal was to surprise my boyfriend with the perfect place for us to move to on Valentine's Day.
I figured that showing my motivation and genuine desire to move back to the East Coast with him was the best thing I could offer to celebrate that special day.
Austin was now very careful about associating me with the decision of leaving. He even presented a couple options where he could live near Cassie's place halftime of the year to see his daughter, but be with me -- wherever I wanted to be -- for the rest of the year. In each case, we could still do back and forth between the East and West Coach throughout the year.
I was very appreciative of this because it meant that he had understood my frustration when I had come to the point of breaking-up with him.
The thing which had bothered me the most with the whole surprise pregnancy was that Austin had just assumed that I would follow him wherever he would go, while I would have never expected that from him if the situation had been reversed.
But frankly, I was fine with leaving Los Angeles. It was the place where I had lost my license to practice as a therapist, had gotten involved with a freaking drug dealer which ultimately sent me to prison, and where, finally, I had gotten stabbed in a bar's restrooms.
I was done with the city of angels; I had met way too much demons there.
I also wanted to live closer to my brother and his family. I missed the seasons too. Sure, the sun is nice but how romantic would it be for Austin and I to experience our next winter together, under the snow? I was dreaming about that.
Not that this particular winter in Los-Angeles was not great. I mean, it certainly remains one of the best of my life, despite the pain, despite the scars, despite it all.
Austin was the perfect boyfriend to me.
He would come back home with a new surprise, some chocolate, flowers, a book, or any other kind of little attention, every single day after work. We would watch together the tv-shows that I had missed, - I even converted Austin to Drag Race -, or read Garuto in bed.
We would also have sex. A lot!
You should have seen Austin's face when I waited for him, wearing only my old jockstraps, and holding a little bottle of lube in my hand to signify that "fucking me" was back on the table.
Literally, I bent over the table to make my point even clearer.
"You're sure, babe?"
"Austin, do I look unsure?! I'm bending over! For you!"
He giggled like an excited teenager.
"I can see that!"
"What? You don't want to?"
"Of course, I want to..."
He was caressing his crotch.
"What are you waiting for, then? Less talking and more fucking, babe!" I told him with a grin.
That Friday, Austin had come home with some cookies to eat for dessert, he practically threw them on the floor and came kneeling down behind me.
"Oh... I missed you very, very much."
For the sake of clarity here, I should mention that he was talking to my bare bum, not to me.
Obviously, he started by rimming me off. He knew that his saliva and spit was my favourite lube anyway.
Austin always had the switch to get my hole to stretch, maybe it was the way his tongue was sliding in me, moving around in my insides, or maybe it was the little grunting noises he was making as he was eating me out.
"Hmmm...."
He kept his tongue digging in my asshole as he undressed behind me. I extended my right arm to grab his hair and pushed his face further down my ass.
"Get in there... Fuck..." I mumbled.
He tried to speak but I could not understand him, he was in too deep, suffocating. The way I know Austin, he was probably commenting on my mobility! He was always amazed by my progress.
Although I had anticipated him to fuck me right there against the table where we would usually have dinner, he lifted me up, held me, and brought me to the couch.
We kissed as he was holding me firmly thanks to his large veiny biceps.
His stiffed cock was already lodging itself between my two ass-cheeks, like his dick had a radar to find its way to my asshole.
He lied me on the couch delicately, held my legs in the air and resumed the rimming. I was still wearing the jockstraps but he got my leaking cock out of the pouch to suck it deep. Austin was delivering!
"You nasty boy, I bet you've been waiting for Daddy to come home all day!"
He was definitely in the mood now.
"Yes... Fuck, Aust... I've been playing with my ass all afternoon!"
He shoved a couple of fingers in.
"You could not even wait for me, then! Bad little slut!"
"I'm sorry... I... I was just too... too fucking horny... Oh please... Keep going!"
Austin spat on his fingers and started to go back and forth in my hole. At this point, he used the bottle of lube to make it juicer and slimier. My ass was loosening up for sure.
The foreplay lasted for at least a half an hour. We were both enjoying it way too much. When he was not fingering me or sucking me off, Austin was leaning over to kiss me, real dirty sloppy kisses. Of course, I sucked his cock too, made it all wet.
I swallowed some precum and I played with it in my mouth. Then, I spat the sweety juice right back in Austin's mouth.
We had not been this messy and raunchy for a while. I think our libido was at a whole time high. He did the same thing, swallowing my cock, forcing himself to gag on it - deep-throat -, and spitting back the fluids between my lips.
"You're such a slut." He told me.
"I'm anything you want me to be."
"Aaaargh..."
He shoved three fingers in and slammed my prostate.
"Aaaaaaah... Austin... Fuck yes..."
"See, your boyfriend does it better, yes or no?"
"Yes... So much better..."
He kissed me while ploughing me hard. He leaned over a bit more. His fingers were no longer in my ass, but my hole was definitely gaping to welcome his throbbing cock.
"You know you have to ask for it, baby."
"Fuck me, Austin."
He shoved his fingers in my mouth, he pushed hard and I gagged. I tasted my own ass.
"Yeah? You want me to pound your hole, Ty?"
"I want it bad... I want it nasty... I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked me before."
"Oh yeah?!"
He dry-humped me, doing back and forth in the inside of my ass crack, his massive nine-inches horse cock rubbing and tapping against my slippery hole.
"I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked anyone else before!"
He pushed his cockhead inside me of.
"Aaaaah...."
It hurt a little. He was so thick.
"You're good, babe?"
"Yeah... Yes... Keep going... More..."
"I love you." Austin whispered as he got more inches of his hard meat in my eager asshole.
We locked eyes.
He shoved more of his perfect dick in me.
"I love you too."
Only then, the proper fucking started. And what a banging that was!
Austin was relentless, passionate, and rough! The dude definitely had a lot of stamina! From time to time, he checked that he was not going overboard but truly, although it hurt at times, I was loving every second of it.
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Chapter 21: The Driver (part 1)
I do not think that I have ever experienced the essence of a "Summer of Love", but I did live a "Winter of Love", and it all started in a hospital room.
After the attack at the club, the coma, the challenging first weeks of rehabilitation, the mixed feelings I had regarding the kidney transplant, I spent Christmas at the hospital, drained, exhausted, but ultimately... happy.
Who would have thought?
Austin, Janice and Ralph did the cutest thing by organizing our own Christmas celebration in my room. They had decorated it, brought food that I definitely was not supposed to eat, and they came in wearing tuxedos for the men, and a fancy red dress for Janice.
Ralph was definitely checking her out by the way, his eyes was glued to the back of her dress the entire time.
I did feel silly in my hospital gown. Thankfully, Ralph had brought me a bow-tie which he forced me to wear all evening.
I looked joyfully ridiculous.
Since Hassan was on call, he was invited to the party as well.
Honestly, it was one of the best Christmas' eves of my life. There was no awkward family reunion, just a few of the people that I loved around me, hours of telling jokes and updating me on the pop culture events that I had missed, and a visio-call with my brother and my nephews.
Mallory had dressed Noah in a tiny Santa Claus costume and it was the most endearing thing ever. He kept on waving at me on the camera.
Cassie had also dressed baby Lena for the occasion, she sent us a picture where she was disguised as a little snow-man, or rather, snow-woman!
Austin was with them on the 25th. I had pressed him that he should go even though Lena would not remember a second of it.
Later-on, she will be able to tell on the pictures that her daddy had travelled all across the country to be with there on her first Christmas.
No matter what we say to reassure ourselves, I think those kinds of things always matter in the end.
Romantically speaking, Austin and I were doing better than ever.
He was there for me through every (difficult) step of the recovery, and we had purged our relationship of all our dirty secrets and misunderstandings. I could tell that we were both being ourselves and we were so happy to have gotten back together.
Besides, we actively worked on our communication. We were making sure to hear the other one's point of view before making any decision, and we were accepting balanced compromises to respect our respective boundaries.
I know, right?! Very mature of us!
Meanwhile, our intimate and physical connection was certainly at its peak.
Once my libido had come back, there was no way to stop us from touching each other, hospital setting or not.
I needed to smell him, caress his skin, stroke his cock, feel his muscular body, kiss his lips...
Austin joining me in the bed after hours became a routine and the mutual jerk-off session was a daily occurrence. Unfortunately, I could not do much with very limited movement abilities, but trust me, we managed and we got creative!
One does not have to move around to get his ass rimmed or his cock sucked, right?! And Austin was more than willing to do both!
The feeling of his tongue buried deep in my asshole, I promise you, it was worth coming back from Heaven just for this! (Or whatever that place I had gone to during my coma truly was...)
As for my own mouth, it did not suffer from any incapacity.
Consequently, I could French-kiss my boyfriend all day long, and if he could succeed in bringing the right body part at the level of my lips, - it required some ingenuity with the tiny bed and the machines -, I could pretty much lick, slurp... and suck (!) on anything.
Practicing football and wrestling, Austin had always been very quick and precise with his moves, and he definitely knew how to be flexible when it meant that I would take care of his cock, or of eating his hole!
He was very gentle at first, pushing his wet cockhead against my lips slowly, but, as the days went by, I was capable to take more initiative. I played with Austin's nipples, licked his armpits, grabbed and sucked on his heavy balls.
I could tell he was keeping them full for me. I loved the feeling.
Being able to showcase my progress to Austin in the sack was a great source of motivation to give my best during the painful exercise sessions with Hassan in the day.
Talking about my favourite nurse, I had Austin's both hairy balls in my mouth -- and his nine inches cock slapping against my face -, when we got caught by Hassan for the first time.
Austin was weirdly standing on the bed, keeping his balance by leaning his left hand against the wall, while his right hand was put at good use, holding my face.
Thank God, it was Hassan who had gotten in the room at the wrong time and he bursted out laughing. He did ask Austin to come down from the bed.
"Austin, I may have to remove your visitation privilege!"
Fuck, I thought. It was like prison all over again!
But Hassan never followed through on his empty threat. I think Austin had talked with him and who could blame us? Libido was great news in the healing process.
Austin did not really care anyway. Getting caught had sent him to the edge and he had jizzed in my face at this crucial moment!
I was full red and my face coated with creamy cum while we were being scolded by Hassan.
No regret though.
After Christmas, I also spent New Year's Eve at the hospital, until finally, at the mid-January, I was discharged and went back home.
Austin and I had been caught a couple more times by other nurses since then and everyone was happy to see the "horny rabbits", or in the words of the crudest patients, the "fucking rabbits", leave the facility.
Apparently, we had been getting noisier during the last evenings at the hospital... What can I say? Austin is a dirty talker when I rim his ass!
Although, "fucking rabbits" was a not a very appropriate nickname as Austin had not actually fucked me since I had gotten out of my coma - my body was still not ready for this -, and I...
Well...
I had never, ever, fucked Austin in the ass.
Surely, I had tossed his salad times and times again, I had also given him some good old fingering, but my cock had never broken his beautiful athletic bum.
I was starting to get really obsessed with that pink asshole but the stars had never aligned on that one! It was the only remaining part of my boyfriend that was still resisting me.
I know what you are thinking, coma had not changed me that much... Sex was still occupying a very large portion of my brain! Men being men, I guess.
If you read this, you are probably not a prude yourself, right?!
So that I could come back home, Austin learned how to re-do my bandages with Hassan.
It was a bit awkward, - and admittedly somewhat arousing -, to be practically naked between the two of them as the nurse was showing my boyfriend the proper ways to disinfect the scars and apply new plasters.
I would have probably gotten hard if Austin had not been so clumsy at first, hurting me a lot each time he was removing a bandage.
"Sorry, babe!" He apologized.
"That's fine... You'll get the hang of it."
"I will!"
That happened a dozen of times but, to be honest, Austin never truly figured it out and never reached the professional level of Hassan. Thankfully, with the weeks going by, I was more and more able to take care of myself.
In any event, I preferred Austin to take care of my body in other ways... If you know what I mean.
I still had issues to walk for a long period of time and to move my left arm, also my kidney had to be closely monitored, but Austin was very present for me during this entire period.
Besides, Sergio and Allison were close if I ever needed any help at the apartment while Austin was at work. I also knew that I could ring Janice or Ralph at any time.
My chosen family really showed-up for me.
I believe that this is part of the reason why I have kept such a fond memory of this time which could have been a very difficult one. I felt cared for and loved like I had rarely ever felt before.
Finally, I had regained some weight and the main objective was to rebuild my muscle mass which was the longest, but also the most satisfying, part of my rehabilitation process.
In the years prior to the attack at the bar, and especially in prison, I had made physical exercise part of my routine and it had really become a way to centre myself and release the pressure. I had missed it very much while I was stuck in bed and I was therefore really glad to go back at it.
My brother, Hassan, Ralph and Austin had designed the perfect program so I could train without exhausting myself or pushing the sensitive parts of my body too much.
Recovery was not the only thing I was focused on though; I was working too!
Ralph and Sergio's platforms had blown up during my coma but their ascension was slowing down at this point, and I had many ideas to push the glass ceiling they seemed to have reached.
Running their social media pages and answering to the hundreds of messages left unanswered (especially on Ralph's page, he was definitely not good at answering his fans!) had the great advantage that I could work from home, and even literally from my bed.
I could tell that Ralph was not so keen of doing more videos, he loved the live-audience and performing strip-shows in front of an eager crowd but not so much the one-on-one with a camera.
Consequently, I was looking for gogo-dancing or stripping gigs and I had already a lead with a big club in Vegas which had contacted the "Nine Inches King" in one of the lost private messages.
My other occupation was to look for places to rent near Boston, where Cassie was living.
Austin's contract was ending in March and my goal was to surprise my boyfriend with the perfect place for us to move to on Valentine's Day.
I figured that showing my motivation and genuine desire to move back to the East Coast with him was the best thing I could offer to celebrate that special day.
Austin was now very careful about associating me with the decision of leaving. He even presented a couple options where he could live near Cassie's place halftime of the year to see his daughter, but be with me -- wherever I wanted to be -- for the rest of the year. In each case, we could still do back and forth between the East and West Coach throughout the year.
I was very appreciative of this because it meant that he had understood my frustration when I had come to the point of breaking-up with him.
The thing which had bothered me the most with the whole surprise pregnancy was that Austin had just assumed that I would follow him wherever he would go, while I would have never expected that from him if the situation had been reversed.
But frankly, I was fine with leaving Los Angeles. It was the place where I had lost my license to practice as a therapist, had gotten involved with a freaking drug dealer which ultimately sent me to prison, and where, finally, I had gotten stabbed in a bar's restrooms.
I was done with the city of angels; I had met way too much demons there.
I also wanted to live closer to my brother and his family. I missed the seasons too. Sure, the sun is nice but how romantic would it be for Austin and I to experience our next winter together, under the snow? I was dreaming about that.
Not that this particular winter in Los-Angeles was not great. I mean, it certainly remains one of the best of my life, despite the pain, despite the scars, despite it all.
Austin was the perfect boyfriend to me.
He would come back home with a new surprise, some chocolate, flowers, a book, or any other kind of little attention, every single day after work. We would watch together the tv-shows that I had missed, - I even converted Austin to Drag Race -, or read Garuto in bed.
We would also have sex. A lot!
You should have seen Austin's face when I waited for him, wearing only my old jockstraps, and holding a little bottle of lube in my hand to signify that "fucking me" was back on the table.
Literally, I bent over the table to make my point even clearer.
"You're sure, babe?"
"Austin, do I look unsure?! I'm bending over! For you!"
He giggled like an excited teenager.
"I can see that!"
"What? You don't want to?"
"Of course, I want to..."
He was caressing his crotch.
"What are you waiting for, then? Less talking and more fucking, babe!" I told him with a grin.
That Friday, Austin had come home with some cookies to eat for dessert, he practically threw them on the floor and came kneeling down behind me.
"Oh... I missed you very, very much."
For the sake of clarity here, I should mention that he was talking to my bare bum, not to me.
Obviously, he started by rimming me off. He knew that his saliva and spit was my favourite lube anyway.
Austin always had the switch to get my hole to stretch, maybe it was the way his tongue was sliding in me, moving around in my insides, or maybe it was the little grunting noises he was making as he was eating me out.
"Hmmm...."
He kept his tongue digging in my asshole as he undressed behind me. I extended my right arm to grab his hair and pushed his face further down my ass.
"Get in there... Fuck..." I mumbled.
He tried to speak but I could not understand him, he was in too deep, suffocating. The way I know Austin, he was probably commenting on my mobility! He was always amazed by my progress.
Although I had anticipated him to fuck me right there against the table where we would usually have dinner, he lifted me up, held me, and brought me to the couch.
We kissed as he was holding me firmly thanks to his large veiny biceps.
His stiffed cock was already lodging itself between my two ass-cheeks, like his dick had a radar to find its way to my asshole.
He lied me on the couch delicately, held my legs in the air and resumed the rimming. I was still wearing the jockstraps but he got my leaking cock out of the pouch to suck it deep. Austin was delivering!
"You nasty boy, I bet you've been waiting for Daddy to come home all day!"
He was definitely in the mood now.
"Yes... Fuck, Aust... I've been playing with my ass all afternoon!"
He shoved a couple of fingers in.
"You could not even wait for me, then! Bad little slut!"
"I'm sorry... I... I was just too... too fucking horny... Oh please... Keep going!"
Austin spat on his fingers and started to go back and forth in my hole. At this point, he used the bottle of lube to make it juicer and slimier. My ass was loosening up for sure.
The foreplay lasted for at least a half an hour. We were both enjoying it way too much. When he was not fingering me or sucking me off, Austin was leaning over to kiss me, real dirty sloppy kisses. Of course, I sucked his cock too, made it all wet.
I swallowed some precum and I played with it in my mouth. Then, I spat the sweety juice right back in Austin's mouth.
We had not been this messy and raunchy for a while. I think our libido was at a whole time high. He did the same thing, swallowing my cock, forcing himself to gag on it - deep-throat -, and spitting back the fluids between my lips.
"You're such a slut." He told me.
"I'm anything you want me to be."
"Aaaargh..."
He shoved three fingers in and slammed my prostate.
"Aaaaaaah... Austin... Fuck yes..."
"See, your boyfriend does it better, yes or no?"
"Yes... So much better..."
He kissed me while ploughing me hard. He leaned over a bit more. His fingers were no longer in my ass, but my hole was definitely gaping to welcome his throbbing cock.
"You know you have to ask for it, baby."
"Fuck me, Austin."
He shoved his fingers in my mouth, he pushed hard and I gagged. I tasted my own ass.
"Yeah? You want me to pound your hole, Ty?"
"I want it bad... I want it nasty... I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked me before."
"Oh yeah?!"
He dry-humped me, doing back and forth in the inside of my ass crack, his massive nine-inches horse cock rubbing and tapping against my slippery hole.
"I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked anyone else before!"
He pushed his cockhead inside me of.
"Aaaaah...."
It hurt a little. He was so thick.
"You're good, babe?"
"Yeah... Yes... Keep going... More..."
"I love you." Austin whispered as he got more inches of his hard meat in my eager asshole.
We locked eyes.
He shoved more of his perfect dick in me.
"I love you too."
Only then, the proper fucking started. And what a banging that was!
Austin was relentless, passionate, and rough! The dude definitely had a lot of stamina! From time to time, he checked that he was not going overboard but truly, although it hurt at times, I was loving every second of it.
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MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN
Chapter 21: The Driver (part 2)
"I need more... Yes... Harder..." I kept on begging like the true slut that I was.
I did change position to be more comfortable for my left arm and my scar, and he fucked me from behind.
At some point, we fell from the couch on the floor, and he just kept pounding me doggy style, his balls fapping against my ass, his nine-inches of sausage fully in.
I was having anal orgasms after orgasms. I was so focused on the pleasure I was receiving from my prostate that I did not even realize that I was nutting all over our floor.
Things got messy!
I came twice that evening. One time as Austin was fucking me doggy-style, and one another time when he sucked me off in the shower afterwards. My boyfriend was a giver.
Frankly, we must have had sex for hours, only taking slight breaks to eat our cookies (delicious by the way), and drink some water.
Austin still beat me to the punch. He jizzed no less than three times during the evening! And always large gooey nutritious loads!
He emptied himself in my throat as I was blowing him during foreplay, then, he bred me right when I was creaming myself during doggystyle, but he did not stop fucking me, and after a short break, he banged me again, this time against the table, and nutted a third time in my wrecked asshole.
Trust me, we had been doing better than most of the guys I was watching on the X-rated platforms all day long for work. You simply cannot fake this level of chemistry.
We finished the evening, eating the last two cookies, lying naked in bed.
We should not have; the crusts were stuck in the mattress for weeks afterwards! But eh, you only live once.
I wished this could last forever, and incredibly enough, it felt like it did.
As the days passed and turned into weeks, Austin and I just kept on getting closer and more in synch with one another.
The sex was amazing. Morning blowjobs were completing the nightly fuck sessions. We were back at sexting all day and all the crap I was seeing online while working on Ralph and Sergio's pages were giving us all the inspiration that we needed to switch things up.
Other than that, we were just clicking.
I do not remember that we had a single fight or argument between the moment I woke from the coma in early December and the following Valentine's Day on February 14th. Things were simply easy.
When Valentine's Day came, Austin invited me to a fancy restaurant.
At this point, I had regained most of my mobility and aside from the scar on my abdomen, I was no longer showing any sign of a man who had spent 55 days in a coma.
We both dressed-up for the occasion and Austin looked handsome as hell in a dark green -- almost black but not really -- suit. I was feeling much better about my own body, I was not as fit as I was before the attack but I could appreciate the way I looked.
Austin had helped a lot on this front as well, praising me and my body while I knew I was certainly in one of the worst shapes of my life.
I could not wait for Valentine's Day because I knew that I had the perfect present up my sleeves. During dessert, (an excellent tiramisu), I let Austin know what I had been doing in secret for the past few weeks.
"Ok, so, I do have a gift for you, but it's not really something material that I can give you here."
He smirked at me.
"Is your gift a hug or... Like... A sexy pair of underwear... Wait, even better... A new crazy position you want to try tonight?"
"You, perv! No. Although I am wearing a new pair of underwear that I am pretty sure you're going to like very much."
Austin's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. I was wearing see-through briefs.
"I'm getting curious... Go on." He pressed me.
I pulled out my phone and clicked on the link that I had saved.
"Because you've been working a lot and helping me so much, I figured that you did not have the time to look for a new place for us. Your contract is ending next month and I also heard you say that we'll have some time then to decide on where we should move."
"Yeah...?"
He looked worried now.
"I did do my own research and I think I have found the perfect place for us. The apartment is situated less than 15 miles away from Cassie's place, it has a second bedroom we can use for Lena, and it is available in four weeks. I have already sent all the paperwork and if you want it, it's all good, we can move in next month."
I showed him the pictures of the place on my phone. My heart was beating fast. He scrolled through my phone but I could not read him.
Shit. I hoped I had not made a mistake.
"Tyler... This... This is perfect. Do you really want this?"
"I do. I told you; I can work from anywhere and I... I just want the best for you, for us. You deserve to be closer to your daughter, we can figure all the rest later."
Austin was clearly moved which was a rare occurrence, especially in a public setting. He looked away to hide his tears. I was not hiding mine.
I had been obsessed with this guy for years, but let's be real, for a long time, it was certainly not healthy. Spying on him, lying to him, cheating on my boyfriend to be with him. But now, it was no longer an obsession. It had turned into something else. Something much more beautiful.
I was falling in love with this man all over again, only for the right reasons this time.
I thought I could not love Austin more when he offered me his own gift.
"I do have something to give you, Ty. And I can give it to your right now."
He had come at the restaurant with a small and mysterious black bag that I had pretended to ignore to not spoil the surprise.
"What is this? A pair of underwear? A dildo?"
He rolled his eyes.
"No. You have enough of these at home already..."
"Come on, I'm just trying to guess, just like you."
"Open the damn bag, honey."
I grinned at him. I was nervous, I already had everything that I needed. It looked like a book. An issue of Gaturo, again? Or another manga?
Austin's hands were slightly shaking. He seemed anxious about my reaction.
When I realized which book it was, I started crying like an idiot in the middle of the restaurant. Damn my boyfriend and his perfect romantic touching ideas!
"Austin? What the... What is this?"
I was holding the very first copy of "My First Year in College" in my hands.
"When you... When you left me last summer, I found the files with the stuff you've been writing on the computer. I could not help myself from reading them... It was... Well, I thought it was great. Funny, crazy... I have a coworker whose wife works in publishing and I thought I could surprise you with that. It's just a prototype of course. I thought I could show you my support, you know."
"That's such a great idea. That's... I can't believe it, actually. Look! There's my name. Here. Tyler Braxton on the cover. I mean, the writing must have been so bad, those were all just drafts, all over the place."
The version that I had in my hands definitely had nothing to do with the version of My First Year in College which I would end-up actually publishing years later. But this gift had nothing to do with the content or the poor-quality of the damn book, it was all about the gesture.
"It was not bad. At all. Definitely, some of these passages are hot, and I think one of the characters kinda looks like me but eh... My friend said that it did look promising!"
I leaned over to kiss him.
"This is perfect, Aust. You... You have no idea how amazing you've been to me."
And this is what I call, my friend, a successful Valentine's Day dinner.
I could have stopped this chapter here, but something else happened that night which I think is worth the tale.
We came out of the restaurant and Austin ordered the Uber. Classic after drinking some glasses of wine. We were chatting on the sidewalk, holding hands, thinking about our future life in Boston, when Austin casually said:
"The driver should be here any minute."
And it hit me.
Like a punch in the face.
"The Driver."
Everything came back at me in this second. Every surreal moment that I had lived through during, or maybe before, I was put into a coma. Suddenly, I vividly remembered how I felt like I was out of my body. I vividly remembered how I had sex with Austin in this strange place, and then, how I had seen other men of my life, naked all around me. The white rooms. The people. And... Xander.
His message. The damn Driver.
I grabbed Austin's shoulder.
"Babe... I.... I need to talk to Mindy!"
"Mindy?"
"Xander's wife or... I should say, widow... I... Oh, fuck! I had completely forgotten! It just came back to me, I need to talk to her."
"What's going on, Ty? What is so urgent?"
"I can't explain... It's... Just trust me, okay? I really should see her."
"Now? After midnight? Do you even know where she lives."
I took a deep breath. We hoped into the Uber. I had to collect myself... It had been such a perfect evening; I could not ruin everything and have a maniac episode.
However, I knew for sure that I was remembering something which was real. I did not feel like I could explain it to anyone though. It was so different from any normal memory. It was like a feeling inside of me, buried deep in my core, while running outside of me, far off in the universe, at the same time.
"Ty?" Austin was concerned. (Legitimately)
"I'll just text Ralph. He knows where Mindy lives. I... I'll call her or see her tomorrow."
"You're scaring me, babe. Just tell me if anything is wrong, okay?"
"No. It's all right. I'm sorry. I just freaked out because I remembered something... It's fine. I swear." I kissed his lips. "I promise, babe. I'm fine."
Nine hours later, I was walking into the jewellery store downtown where Ralph had told me Mindy was working.
I had been thinking about "The Driver" all night, and I had barely had any sleep. My mind was boiling.
The store had just opened and she was the only one there, ready to welcome customers. Mindy looked beautiful, her hair was longer but nicely arranged in a bun, she gave me the typical jewellery store's employee smile when I walked in.
"Hello..."
She stopped herself, recognizing me.
"Hello Mindy. Ralph told me you've been working here."
"Wow. Tyler! It's.... It's so good to see you. I did not expect to see you here. And you look great! Ralph told me what happened to you a few months back. I was worried about you."
"Yeah... It was tough but I got out the hospital about a month ago and I'm really doing good. I... You look great too. How is the little Xander?"
"He's an angel of a baby."
There was a moment of silence. She was standing behind the counter where she had been placing rings right before I came in.
I had been in such a hurry of seeing her that I had not really thought about the way I would go about it. That was awkward and maybe, I should not even mention Xander. I decided to be as upfront as I could.
I did not have the choice anyway, there was something beyond me which was making me do this.
"Mindy... I... I did come here for a reason. It is gonna sound so fucking weird but I have to tell you something."
"Geez. You're freaking me out."
"Oh, I bet. I've been freaking a lot of people out lately."
I just went for it.
"Mindy, I'm not too sure why, but this guy, the Driver, I just needed to tell you that he is a good man, that he..."
My voice was trembling, Mindy was careful listening.
"He's good to you and to the baby, and... Fuck, it probably does not make any sense, I mean, it does not, for sure, but I feel like Xander would be happy that you're moving on, that you're building a life with someone."
She gasped.
Mindy looked like she had seen a ghost, which was pretty an on-point reaction given the situation.
"The Driver?" She repeated.
"Yes. If that rings any bell."
She bit her lips and held her hand close to her heart.
"Has Xander come to you too?" She asked.
That sentence took my breath away. I had shivers all over my body.
I nodded yes.
She held on to the counter, she seemed like she was about to faint. I walked behind to hug her or maybe to hold her, we somehow ended-up sitting on the floor.
"Mindy, the last thing I want is to disturb you... You look like you're doing so good, and maybe I should not have come but..."
She wiped a few tears away from her face.
"The Driver does make sense, Tyler. I lost my car and for the past six months, a good friend of mine, a great friend, has been driving me to work every single day. He was here, like a couple minutes before you came in. Nathan. He's always joking about being my personal driver."
"Oh... Well... I could not have made this shit up, right? Maybe it was real, then..."
She held my hand tightly.
"Sometimes, I see him, or rather... I feel him, in my dreams. But for the life of me, no matter how hard I try, I can never understand what he's trying to say to me. I'm sure it's him though. I'm sure it's Xander."
"I think... I think he's been trying to say that you have his blessing."
She sighed.
"I can't believe he's been gone for so long. More than a year now."
I hugged her.
"If it is worth anything, I do believe that wherever he is now, if anywhere at all, he seems in peace."
I genuinely believed that.
If a customer had come in at that time, we would have looked like crazy people. Maybe we were. I mean, it has been ten years now and I still have no idea what the fuck happened when I was in the coma.
All I know is that Mindy and her "Driver", Nathan, are happily married.
We hugged and cried it out for about ten minutes.
Before I stood back up, I looked at the rings set out right at the level of my eyes. There were engagement rings. One of them was right in front of me, shining bright. It was a ring made for a man, sober, in very light -- almost white -, gold, nothing too fancy, but stunning.
Fuck.
My heart started beating very fast again.
What if, for once in my life, the timing had been right?
What if Xander had not just sent a message for Mindy?
What if he wanted me to be there as well, for a specific reason?
"Mindy... I think I'm gonna purchase that ring. Right there."
She looked at me quizzically.
"Really? You're getting married?"
"Yes. I think I wanna propose to my boyfriend."
Chapter 21: The Driver (part 2)
"I need more... Yes... Harder..." I kept on begging like the true slut that I was.
I did change position to be more comfortable for my left arm and my scar, and he fucked me from behind.
At some point, we fell from the couch on the floor, and he just kept pounding me doggy style, his balls fapping against my ass, his nine-inches of sausage fully in.
I was having anal orgasms after orgasms. I was so focused on the pleasure I was receiving from my prostate that I did not even realize that I was nutting all over our floor.
Things got messy!
I came twice that evening. One time as Austin was fucking me doggy-style, and one another time when he sucked me off in the shower afterwards. My boyfriend was a giver.
Frankly, we must have had sex for hours, only taking slight breaks to eat our cookies (delicious by the way), and drink some water.
Austin still beat me to the punch. He jizzed no less than three times during the evening! And always large gooey nutritious loads!
He emptied himself in my throat as I was blowing him during foreplay, then, he bred me right when I was creaming myself during doggystyle, but he did not stop fucking me, and after a short break, he banged me again, this time against the table, and nutted a third time in my wrecked asshole.
Trust me, we had been doing better than most of the guys I was watching on the X-rated platforms all day long for work. You simply cannot fake this level of chemistry.
We finished the evening, eating the last two cookies, lying naked in bed.
We should not have; the crusts were stuck in the mattress for weeks afterwards! But eh, you only live once.
I wished this could last forever, and incredibly enough, it felt like it did.
As the days passed and turned into weeks, Austin and I just kept on getting closer and more in synch with one another.
The sex was amazing. Morning blowjobs were completing the nightly fuck sessions. We were back at sexting all day and all the crap I was seeing online while working on Ralph and Sergio's pages were giving us all the inspiration that we needed to switch things up.
Other than that, we were just clicking.
I do not remember that we had a single fight or argument between the moment I woke from the coma in early December and the following Valentine's Day on February 14th. Things were simply easy.
When Valentine's Day came, Austin invited me to a fancy restaurant.
At this point, I had regained most of my mobility and aside from the scar on my abdomen, I was no longer showing any sign of a man who had spent 55 days in a coma.
We both dressed-up for the occasion and Austin looked handsome as hell in a dark green -- almost black but not really -- suit. I was feeling much better about my own body, I was not as fit as I was before the attack but I could appreciate the way I looked.
Austin had helped a lot on this front as well, praising me and my body while I knew I was certainly in one of the worst shapes of my life.
I could not wait for Valentine's Day because I knew that I had the perfect present up my sleeves. During dessert, (an excellent tiramisu), I let Austin know what I had been doing in secret for the past few weeks.
"Ok, so, I do have a gift for you, but it's not really something material that I can give you here."
He smirked at me.
"Is your gift a hug or... Like... A sexy pair of underwear... Wait, even better... A new crazy position you want to try tonight?"
"You, perv! No. Although I am wearing a new pair of underwear that I am pretty sure you're going to like very much."
Austin's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. I was wearing see-through briefs.
"I'm getting curious... Go on." He pressed me.
I pulled out my phone and clicked on the link that I had saved.
"Because you've been working a lot and helping me so much, I figured that you did not have the time to look for a new place for us. Your contract is ending next month and I also heard you say that we'll have some time then to decide on where we should move."
"Yeah...?"
He looked worried now.
"I did do my own research and I think I have found the perfect place for us. The apartment is situated less than 15 miles away from Cassie's place, it has a second bedroom we can use for Lena, and it is available in four weeks. I have already sent all the paperwork and if you want it, it's all good, we can move in next month."
I showed him the pictures of the place on my phone. My heart was beating fast. He scrolled through my phone but I could not read him.
Shit. I hoped I had not made a mistake.
"Tyler... This... This is perfect. Do you really want this?"
"I do. I told you; I can work from anywhere and I... I just want the best for you, for us. You deserve to be closer to your daughter, we can figure all the rest later."
Austin was clearly moved which was a rare occurrence, especially in a public setting. He looked away to hide his tears. I was not hiding mine.
I had been obsessed with this guy for years, but let's be real, for a long time, it was certainly not healthy. Spying on him, lying to him, cheating on my boyfriend to be with him. But now, it was no longer an obsession. It had turned into something else. Something much more beautiful.
I was falling in love with this man all over again, only for the right reasons this time.
I thought I could not love Austin more when he offered me his own gift.
"I do have something to give you, Ty. And I can give it to your right now."
He had come at the restaurant with a small and mysterious black bag that I had pretended to ignore to not spoil the surprise.
"What is this? A pair of underwear? A dildo?"
He rolled his eyes.
"No. You have enough of these at home already..."
"Come on, I'm just trying to guess, just like you."
"Open the damn bag, honey."
I grinned at him. I was nervous, I already had everything that I needed. It looked like a book. An issue of Gaturo, again? Or another manga?
Austin's hands were slightly shaking. He seemed anxious about my reaction.
When I realized which book it was, I started crying like an idiot in the middle of the restaurant. Damn my boyfriend and his perfect romantic touching ideas!
"Austin? What the... What is this?"
I was holding the very first copy of "My First Year in College" in my hands.
"When you... When you left me last summer, I found the files with the stuff you've been writing on the computer. I could not help myself from reading them... It was... Well, I thought it was great. Funny, crazy... I have a coworker whose wife works in publishing and I thought I could surprise you with that. It's just a prototype of course. I thought I could show you my support, you know."
"That's such a great idea. That's... I can't believe it, actually. Look! There's my name. Here. Tyler Braxton on the cover. I mean, the writing must have been so bad, those were all just drafts, all over the place."
The version that I had in my hands definitely had nothing to do with the version of My First Year in College which I would end-up actually publishing years later. But this gift had nothing to do with the content or the poor-quality of the damn book, it was all about the gesture.
"It was not bad. At all. Definitely, some of these passages are hot, and I think one of the characters kinda looks like me but eh... My friend said that it did look promising!"
I leaned over to kiss him.
"This is perfect, Aust. You... You have no idea how amazing you've been to me."
And this is what I call, my friend, a successful Valentine's Day dinner.
I could have stopped this chapter here, but something else happened that night which I think is worth the tale.
We came out of the restaurant and Austin ordered the Uber. Classic after drinking some glasses of wine. We were chatting on the sidewalk, holding hands, thinking about our future life in Boston, when Austin casually said:
"The driver should be here any minute."
And it hit me.
Like a punch in the face.
"The Driver."
Everything came back at me in this second. Every surreal moment that I had lived through during, or maybe before, I was put into a coma. Suddenly, I vividly remembered how I felt like I was out of my body. I vividly remembered how I had sex with Austin in this strange place, and then, how I had seen other men of my life, naked all around me. The white rooms. The people. And... Xander.
His message. The damn Driver.
I grabbed Austin's shoulder.
"Babe... I.... I need to talk to Mindy!"
"Mindy?"
"Xander's wife or... I should say, widow... I... Oh, fuck! I had completely forgotten! It just came back to me, I need to talk to her."
"What's going on, Ty? What is so urgent?"
"I can't explain... It's... Just trust me, okay? I really should see her."
"Now? After midnight? Do you even know where she lives."
I took a deep breath. We hoped into the Uber. I had to collect myself... It had been such a perfect evening; I could not ruin everything and have a maniac episode.
However, I knew for sure that I was remembering something which was real. I did not feel like I could explain it to anyone though. It was so different from any normal memory. It was like a feeling inside of me, buried deep in my core, while running outside of me, far off in the universe, at the same time.
"Ty?" Austin was concerned. (Legitimately)
"I'll just text Ralph. He knows where Mindy lives. I... I'll call her or see her tomorrow."
"You're scaring me, babe. Just tell me if anything is wrong, okay?"
"No. It's all right. I'm sorry. I just freaked out because I remembered something... It's fine. I swear." I kissed his lips. "I promise, babe. I'm fine."
Nine hours later, I was walking into the jewellery store downtown where Ralph had told me Mindy was working.
I had been thinking about "The Driver" all night, and I had barely had any sleep. My mind was boiling.
The store had just opened and she was the only one there, ready to welcome customers. Mindy looked beautiful, her hair was longer but nicely arranged in a bun, she gave me the typical jewellery store's employee smile when I walked in.
"Hello..."
She stopped herself, recognizing me.
"Hello Mindy. Ralph told me you've been working here."
"Wow. Tyler! It's.... It's so good to see you. I did not expect to see you here. And you look great! Ralph told me what happened to you a few months back. I was worried about you."
"Yeah... It was tough but I got out the hospital about a month ago and I'm really doing good. I... You look great too. How is the little Xander?"
"He's an angel of a baby."
There was a moment of silence. She was standing behind the counter where she had been placing rings right before I came in.
I had been in such a hurry of seeing her that I had not really thought about the way I would go about it. That was awkward and maybe, I should not even mention Xander. I decided to be as upfront as I could.
I did not have the choice anyway, there was something beyond me which was making me do this.
"Mindy... I... I did come here for a reason. It is gonna sound so fucking weird but I have to tell you something."
"Geez. You're freaking me out."
"Oh, I bet. I've been freaking a lot of people out lately."
I just went for it.
"Mindy, I'm not too sure why, but this guy, the Driver, I just needed to tell you that he is a good man, that he..."
My voice was trembling, Mindy was careful listening.
"He's good to you and to the baby, and... Fuck, it probably does not make any sense, I mean, it does not, for sure, but I feel like Xander would be happy that you're moving on, that you're building a life with someone."
She gasped.
Mindy looked like she had seen a ghost, which was pretty an on-point reaction given the situation.
"The Driver?" She repeated.
"Yes. If that rings any bell."
She bit her lips and held her hand close to her heart.
"Has Xander come to you too?" She asked.
That sentence took my breath away. I had shivers all over my body.
I nodded yes.
She held on to the counter, she seemed like she was about to faint. I walked behind to hug her or maybe to hold her, we somehow ended-up sitting on the floor.
"Mindy, the last thing I want is to disturb you... You look like you're doing so good, and maybe I should not have come but..."
She wiped a few tears away from her face.
"The Driver does make sense, Tyler. I lost my car and for the past six months, a good friend of mine, a great friend, has been driving me to work every single day. He was here, like a couple minutes before you came in. Nathan. He's always joking about being my personal driver."
"Oh... Well... I could not have made this shit up, right? Maybe it was real, then..."
She held my hand tightly.
"Sometimes, I see him, or rather... I feel him, in my dreams. But for the life of me, no matter how hard I try, I can never understand what he's trying to say to me. I'm sure it's him though. I'm sure it's Xander."
"I think... I think he's been trying to say that you have his blessing."
She sighed.
"I can't believe he's been gone for so long. More than a year now."
I hugged her.
"If it is worth anything, I do believe that wherever he is now, if anywhere at all, he seems in peace."
I genuinely believed that.
If a customer had come in at that time, we would have looked like crazy people. Maybe we were. I mean, it has been ten years now and I still have no idea what the fuck happened when I was in the coma.
All I know is that Mindy and her "Driver", Nathan, are happily married.
We hugged and cried it out for about ten minutes.
Before I stood back up, I looked at the rings set out right at the level of my eyes. There were engagement rings. One of them was right in front of me, shining bright. It was a ring made for a man, sober, in very light -- almost white -, gold, nothing too fancy, but stunning.
Fuck.
My heart started beating very fast again.
What if, for once in my life, the timing had been right?
What if Xander had not just sent a message for Mindy?
What if he wanted me to be there as well, for a specific reason?
"Mindy... I think I'm gonna purchase that ring. Right there."
She looked at me quizzically.
"Really? You're getting married?"
"Yes. I think I wanna propose to my boyfriend."
MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN
Chapter 22: Vegas, Baby! (Part 1)
The engagement ring was hidden in one of my socks in the bottom drawer and it felt like I was carrying a huge secret. It was not a burden on my shoulders, - I was very excited about it -, yet, it had me feeling anxious and paranoid of ruining the surprise.
I was sure of my decision, but for the life of me, I could not decide where and when I should propose to Austin. Also, I had no guarantee that he was going to say yes.
You know me, I started to get all in my head about it.
He had just divorced his wife, I had been engaged before as well, what if he just did not want to go through a marriage again?
We were doing so great; I did not want to do anything to mess that up.
Without being too obvious, - well, I hoped I was not being obvious -, I started to give hints about a potential commitment.
"Gary just called me to know how I was doing." I told him one morning during breakfast.
I was a bit distracted, Austin had droplets of milk all around his lips. A few droplets had also fallen on his chest. He looked very cute and sexy at the same time.
"Oh yes, he did send a text while you were at the hospital. I replied to him when you started feeling better to give him some good news."
"His wedding company with Steve is taking off. Tons of gay people are getting married next summer apparently! Season of love!"
"That's great!" Austin said enthusiastically.
I had a little hope but then, he added:
"It's so hard to get a new company running and making actual profits. Good for them."
"Yeah, exactly..."
Austin did not take any of the baits on marriage I offered him in the following days. On the other hand, he was acting very romantic towards me and we were doing better than ever before.
Deep in my heart, I knew that Austin wanted to spend his life with me. He must have been... Right? We were too good together.
I had this dumb romantic idea made-up in my mind anyway, where I wanted it to be a big surprise. Hopefully, it would be a very nice one for the both of us...
I stopped giving hints and I just waited for the perfect opportunity to arise.
During the same period, I was working hard on the development of Ralph's career and I had finally gotten a positive response from a well-known gay club in Las Vegas.
The owner was a big fan of the "Nine Inches King" (who would not be?), and after I had sent the videos from Ralph performing at the Man Cave, the boss was convinced to give him a shot and I only had to negotiate the best rate for my talent.
Trust me, I did a great job on that one. If the job were to be confirmed, Ralph would be making a shit ton of money for a residency at one of the hottest (and raunchiest) places in Vegas.
Ralph was very excited about the idea of performing live, as lately, he had been losing interest in the social media aspect of his work. He hugged me when I gave him the news.
By hugging, I should have said that he practically threw me around in the air.
"Sorry, bro! Can't measure my own strength sometimes! Been super motivated to the gym recently."
He flexed to prove his point. He did not have anything to prove though. Ralph did look bigger every time I was seeing him, especially his biceps... And his arms were already quite big when I first met him!
"Dude, easy, I'm still in rehabilitation!" I complained with a smile.
If Sergio clearly had the hang of social media and loved following the stats, -- I was merely helping him implementing some of the strategies which had worked with Ralph -, on the other hand, Ralph was not so keen on spending his time on his computer or his phone, but he did love showing himself off in front of a real audience.
Given how he had handled the management, choreography, and overall performance of the strip male revue "the Magic Seven" inside a prison facility, there was little to no doubt that the "Nine Inches King" was made for the live-shows.
All and all, we found ourselves planning a trip to Las Vegas the week-end before Austin and I were supposed to move back to the East-Coast so Ralph could make his debut at the "RATED R -- MALE STRIP CLUB".
Since Austin and I had originally planned to have a dinner party with Janice, Sergio, and Allison before we left, the move-away party turned into a Vegas trip with the little gang.
I was not very sure Janice would want to tag along since the main goal of this week-end was to go see Ralph and Sergio perform in the strip club (I had managed to get Sergio performing alongside Ralph), but she eventually agreed to come.
Blond Janice was way more adventurous than brunette Janice.
Although, the old Janice did run away from her own wedding ceremony in her white dress and got into a plane to fly across the ocean still wearing it. So eh, maybe I should stop being surprised by my best friend's boldness!
Austin wanted to make this trip special and with the bonus he had gotten from work at the end of his one-year contract, he upgraded everyone's rooms.
He got the two of us in the most luxurious one, on the very top floor.
From the ridiculously tiny hospital bed, to the king size of a five stars hotel, my life had certainly taken a turn in just a few weeks!
At this point, I had not talked about my project to propose to Austin to anyone but I still went with the ring, just in case.
Las Vegas might not be the most romantic city... Well, it very might be the least romantic city on Earth actually, but I thought there could be an occasion there to pop up the question and as I was holding to the damn ring for three weeks, I was getting eager to propose!
Every day, Austin was giving me a new reason to want to marry him. The way he was smiling at me, holding my hand tenderly, scratching the back of my neck slowly, leaving cute post-it notes on the bathroom's mirror before he left for work...
I tried to give back to him as much as I was receiving. I took interest, or at least attempted to, in football competitions (it did not last very long), I worked on the decoration of our future apartment to surprise him, and yes, I did plan this romantic proposal despite never talking seriously about marriage with Austin.
You have to take some chances in life!
We took two cars to drive to Las Vegas, I was in a car with Austin and Janice, while Sergio, Allison and Ralph were sharing a ride.
Janice and I listened to early 2000's and 2010's pop songs and Austin had to suffer through our karaoke versions of Katy Perry and Shakira's biggest hits until we arrived.
If I had converted Austin to Drag Race, I still hoped he would get to the point of understanding the importance of "It's Britney, Bitch" in our culture.
He got the opportunity to have more exposure to trashy pop music at the first club we went to that night. It was a "night off" for all of us and things got pretty wild.
I had not been to a bar or a club since the attack so I was nervous about it at first, but a couple tequila shots got me right back in the mood to dance.
Plus, I was finally allowed to drink some alcohol so I got very drunk, very quickly!
We danced our ass off, sang over the tunes, laughed at Ralph's shenanigans stripping on the bar -- he always needed to be the centre of attention and he had to take his shirt off two minutes after getting in -- and we went to bed at 5 AM after a (not so sober) tour of the casinos.
Janice and Allison shared a passionate French kiss when they made 1.000$ playing blackjack. I thought Ralph's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets when that happened. It did not do much for me...
They did spend and lose the 1K about ten minutes later.
Vegas, baby!
Although we were exhausted, Austin fucked me in the bathtub afterwards, the thing was bigger than a hot-tub so he was even able to pound my ass doggystyle in the water.
All and all, it was one of the best nights (and fucks!) of my life.
I looked at the sun rising as we went to bed and I thought about the ring carefully hidden in my bag.
Maybe it was indeed a great place to propose to someone. From the balcony we had up there, the view was beautiful. The sight of Austin lying stark naked in our bed, snoring a little, was not too bad either.
Fuck... I so wanted to do it. I decided it was time to put the plan in motion!
The next day, I woke up around 1PM, hungover as fuck, and I found Janice and Ralph who were hanging by themselves near the pool.
I thought they were an odd pairing as I was rarely seeing just the two of them together.
Ralph's oiled-up muscular body, tanning under the Nevada sun was stunning. All the old ladies addicted to gambling were eying him out, his super skinny speedos who were working more like a thong than anything else were not helping bringing the attention down.
I recognized it was a pair owned by Sergio. It was the typical flashy colour he was wearing, bright yellow this time.
I thought it was a good opportunity to let them both in on the plan as I would require their help to execute it.
"Hey guys, how is it going?"
Janice looked at me through her sunglasses. She had the face of her bad days.
"Don't wanna talk about it..."
"Blondie here is hungover as shit. She can't handler her booze!" Ralph chuckled.
"You, on the other hand, seem fine." I noted, fist-bumping Ralph.
"Always! Just need to work my tan for tonight's show. Too bad this place would not allow me go full nude, I'm gonna have some lines. That's a buzz kill."
Needless to say, Ralph's strip performance was bound to end up with him grinding his naked bodybuilder body. To be fair, there was a good chance that there would not be any actual strip tease and he would start the show in his birthday suit.
"Believe me, he did try to go all the way." Janice commented with a little smile on her face.
"That stupid nerd scolded me like I was a child." Ralph pointed to a lifeguard nearby.
I laughed. The dude with the typical red shorts seemed really annoyed and over Ralph's antics.
"Get a grip on your exhibitionist tendencies, man, we don't need to get kicked out of this hotel. Besides, if everything goes according to plans tonight, you'll have a gig to get naked in public five nights a week! And you'll be freaking well-paid for it!"
"Don't worry about that, manager, I'm not going to disappoint. I'm fucking ready for this."
I bet he was.
"Talking about plans for tonight... And being ready..."
My transitions skills were not ideal but it got the point across. Janice lowered her sunglasses to look over at me. She had a hyper-sense to understand that I was about to say something important.
Ralph did not have the same listening skills...
"Oh shit, I have a pimple in my inner thigh!" He spoke, spreading his big legs in the air to show us.
Right next to his crotch, there was a rather large pimple indeed.
I rolled my eyes.
"Great intel, Ralph! So, as I was to about say, I feel ready to do something a little crazy!"
"Porn?" Ralph immediately enquired.
"Oh no, not you too! We have enough of this already!" Janice complained.
"I'm not going to do porn! Gosh, I'm already writing a sort of erotic novel, that's enough. I..."
Ralph was inspecting his pimple and one of his balls got away from his speedos as he was spreading his thighs even further to get a better view.
"Guys, Focus!" I pleaded.
"Just say your piece, man!" Ralph grumbled.
"I... I've made my decision... I'm going to propose to Austin!"
Janice straightened-un from the long chair and completely removed her glasses. Ralph finally let go of his damn pimple.
"You're going to do what now?!"
I smiled at them.
"I'll ask Austin to marry me... I've had the ring for several weeks now. I... I want to do it tonight. I cannot wait anymore."
Ralph and Jancie looked at each other. They got me worried.
"What, guys? You think that's not a good idea?"
"Come on, Tyler! This is amazing!" Ralph jumped towards me for a hug. He remembered to be a little gentler this time.
He kissed my cheek like a big brother would.
I had tons of tanning oil all over my tank top but it was worth it.
I glanced at Janice apprehensively.
"Austin has really been amazing while you were in a coma. I... I think you two are making a cute couple. But you know, Ty, we would support any of your decision."
My eyes got teary. One of the reasons I had kept the idea of the proposal for myself was because I was afraid people would not get it, Janice especially.
With the whole debacle her own wedding ceremony had been and her "anti-Austin" stance before the attack at the Man Cave, I had a feeling she might not be too supportive.
To be fair, both Janice and I had been engaged before and, in each instance, it had ended pretty badly.
But that would not be the case with Austin. That could not be!
"How do you want to go about it?" Ralph asked.
His balls were fully hanging out of his swim briefs at this point. The dude was impossible!
"Well, we do have the nicest room I have ever stayed at in my life. As of today, it has been exactly one year since I've moved in to Los-Angeles to live with Austin. We were supposed to have a romantic dinner but there is your show tonight, we cannot miss it..."
"Fuck the show!"
"No, that is going to be fun and I have to meet with the owner of the club anyway. But then, I thought... What if, after the show, Austin was coming back to a room with lightened-up with candles, roses everywhere, a bottle of champagne or some wine? The whole cheesy, romantic thing. When we come back to the room, I... well... I propose..."
"A real gentleman's move!" Ralph approved.
"Why do need us, Ty? Do you want us to prepare the room for you?" Janice enquired.
"First of all, I wanted to... like, gage your views about it." I replied, a bit awkwardly.
"You, stupid fuck, of course, we're all for it!" Ralph exclaimed.
Janice nodded her approval.
[Chapter 22 continues below]
Chapter 22: Vegas, Baby! (Part 1)
The engagement ring was hidden in one of my socks in the bottom drawer and it felt like I was carrying a huge secret. It was not a burden on my shoulders, - I was very excited about it -, yet, it had me feeling anxious and paranoid of ruining the surprise.
I was sure of my decision, but for the life of me, I could not decide where and when I should propose to Austin. Also, I had no guarantee that he was going to say yes.
You know me, I started to get all in my head about it.
He had just divorced his wife, I had been engaged before as well, what if he just did not want to go through a marriage again?
We were doing so great; I did not want to do anything to mess that up.
Without being too obvious, - well, I hoped I was not being obvious -, I started to give hints about a potential commitment.
"Gary just called me to know how I was doing." I told him one morning during breakfast.
I was a bit distracted, Austin had droplets of milk all around his lips. A few droplets had also fallen on his chest. He looked very cute and sexy at the same time.
"Oh yes, he did send a text while you were at the hospital. I replied to him when you started feeling better to give him some good news."
"His wedding company with Steve is taking off. Tons of gay people are getting married next summer apparently! Season of love!"
"That's great!" Austin said enthusiastically.
I had a little hope but then, he added:
"It's so hard to get a new company running and making actual profits. Good for them."
"Yeah, exactly..."
Austin did not take any of the baits on marriage I offered him in the following days. On the other hand, he was acting very romantic towards me and we were doing better than ever before.
Deep in my heart, I knew that Austin wanted to spend his life with me. He must have been... Right? We were too good together.
I had this dumb romantic idea made-up in my mind anyway, where I wanted it to be a big surprise. Hopefully, it would be a very nice one for the both of us...
I stopped giving hints and I just waited for the perfect opportunity to arise.
During the same period, I was working hard on the development of Ralph's career and I had finally gotten a positive response from a well-known gay club in Las Vegas.
The owner was a big fan of the "Nine Inches King" (who would not be?), and after I had sent the videos from Ralph performing at the Man Cave, the boss was convinced to give him a shot and I only had to negotiate the best rate for my talent.
Trust me, I did a great job on that one. If the job were to be confirmed, Ralph would be making a shit ton of money for a residency at one of the hottest (and raunchiest) places in Vegas.
Ralph was very excited about the idea of performing live, as lately, he had been losing interest in the social media aspect of his work. He hugged me when I gave him the news.
By hugging, I should have said that he practically threw me around in the air.
"Sorry, bro! Can't measure my own strength sometimes! Been super motivated to the gym recently."
He flexed to prove his point. He did not have anything to prove though. Ralph did look bigger every time I was seeing him, especially his biceps... And his arms were already quite big when I first met him!
"Dude, easy, I'm still in rehabilitation!" I complained with a smile.
If Sergio clearly had the hang of social media and loved following the stats, -- I was merely helping him implementing some of the strategies which had worked with Ralph -, on the other hand, Ralph was not so keen on spending his time on his computer or his phone, but he did love showing himself off in front of a real audience.
Given how he had handled the management, choreography, and overall performance of the strip male revue "the Magic Seven" inside a prison facility, there was little to no doubt that the "Nine Inches King" was made for the live-shows.
All and all, we found ourselves planning a trip to Las Vegas the week-end before Austin and I were supposed to move back to the East-Coast so Ralph could make his debut at the "RATED R -- MALE STRIP CLUB".
Since Austin and I had originally planned to have a dinner party with Janice, Sergio, and Allison before we left, the move-away party turned into a Vegas trip with the little gang.
I was not very sure Janice would want to tag along since the main goal of this week-end was to go see Ralph and Sergio perform in the strip club (I had managed to get Sergio performing alongside Ralph), but she eventually agreed to come.
Blond Janice was way more adventurous than brunette Janice.
Although, the old Janice did run away from her own wedding ceremony in her white dress and got into a plane to fly across the ocean still wearing it. So eh, maybe I should stop being surprised by my best friend's boldness!
Austin wanted to make this trip special and with the bonus he had gotten from work at the end of his one-year contract, he upgraded everyone's rooms.
He got the two of us in the most luxurious one, on the very top floor.
From the ridiculously tiny hospital bed, to the king size of a five stars hotel, my life had certainly taken a turn in just a few weeks!
At this point, I had not talked about my project to propose to Austin to anyone but I still went with the ring, just in case.
Las Vegas might not be the most romantic city... Well, it very might be the least romantic city on Earth actually, but I thought there could be an occasion there to pop up the question and as I was holding to the damn ring for three weeks, I was getting eager to propose!
Every day, Austin was giving me a new reason to want to marry him. The way he was smiling at me, holding my hand tenderly, scratching the back of my neck slowly, leaving cute post-it notes on the bathroom's mirror before he left for work...
I tried to give back to him as much as I was receiving. I took interest, or at least attempted to, in football competitions (it did not last very long), I worked on the decoration of our future apartment to surprise him, and yes, I did plan this romantic proposal despite never talking seriously about marriage with Austin.
You have to take some chances in life!
We took two cars to drive to Las Vegas, I was in a car with Austin and Janice, while Sergio, Allison and Ralph were sharing a ride.
Janice and I listened to early 2000's and 2010's pop songs and Austin had to suffer through our karaoke versions of Katy Perry and Shakira's biggest hits until we arrived.
If I had converted Austin to Drag Race, I still hoped he would get to the point of understanding the importance of "It's Britney, Bitch" in our culture.
He got the opportunity to have more exposure to trashy pop music at the first club we went to that night. It was a "night off" for all of us and things got pretty wild.
I had not been to a bar or a club since the attack so I was nervous about it at first, but a couple tequila shots got me right back in the mood to dance.
Plus, I was finally allowed to drink some alcohol so I got very drunk, very quickly!
We danced our ass off, sang over the tunes, laughed at Ralph's shenanigans stripping on the bar -- he always needed to be the centre of attention and he had to take his shirt off two minutes after getting in -- and we went to bed at 5 AM after a (not so sober) tour of the casinos.
Janice and Allison shared a passionate French kiss when they made 1.000$ playing blackjack. I thought Ralph's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets when that happened. It did not do much for me...
They did spend and lose the 1K about ten minutes later.
Vegas, baby!
Although we were exhausted, Austin fucked me in the bathtub afterwards, the thing was bigger than a hot-tub so he was even able to pound my ass doggystyle in the water.
All and all, it was one of the best nights (and fucks!) of my life.
I looked at the sun rising as we went to bed and I thought about the ring carefully hidden in my bag.
Maybe it was indeed a great place to propose to someone. From the balcony we had up there, the view was beautiful. The sight of Austin lying stark naked in our bed, snoring a little, was not too bad either.
Fuck... I so wanted to do it. I decided it was time to put the plan in motion!
The next day, I woke up around 1PM, hungover as fuck, and I found Janice and Ralph who were hanging by themselves near the pool.
I thought they were an odd pairing as I was rarely seeing just the two of them together.
Ralph's oiled-up muscular body, tanning under the Nevada sun was stunning. All the old ladies addicted to gambling were eying him out, his super skinny speedos who were working more like a thong than anything else were not helping bringing the attention down.
I recognized it was a pair owned by Sergio. It was the typical flashy colour he was wearing, bright yellow this time.
I thought it was a good opportunity to let them both in on the plan as I would require their help to execute it.
"Hey guys, how is it going?"
Janice looked at me through her sunglasses. She had the face of her bad days.
"Don't wanna talk about it..."
"Blondie here is hungover as shit. She can't handler her booze!" Ralph chuckled.
"You, on the other hand, seem fine." I noted, fist-bumping Ralph.
"Always! Just need to work my tan for tonight's show. Too bad this place would not allow me go full nude, I'm gonna have some lines. That's a buzz kill."
Needless to say, Ralph's strip performance was bound to end up with him grinding his naked bodybuilder body. To be fair, there was a good chance that there would not be any actual strip tease and he would start the show in his birthday suit.
"Believe me, he did try to go all the way." Janice commented with a little smile on her face.
"That stupid nerd scolded me like I was a child." Ralph pointed to a lifeguard nearby.
I laughed. The dude with the typical red shorts seemed really annoyed and over Ralph's antics.
"Get a grip on your exhibitionist tendencies, man, we don't need to get kicked out of this hotel. Besides, if everything goes according to plans tonight, you'll have a gig to get naked in public five nights a week! And you'll be freaking well-paid for it!"
"Don't worry about that, manager, I'm not going to disappoint. I'm fucking ready for this."
I bet he was.
"Talking about plans for tonight... And being ready..."
My transitions skills were not ideal but it got the point across. Janice lowered her sunglasses to look over at me. She had a hyper-sense to understand that I was about to say something important.
Ralph did not have the same listening skills...
"Oh shit, I have a pimple in my inner thigh!" He spoke, spreading his big legs in the air to show us.
Right next to his crotch, there was a rather large pimple indeed.
I rolled my eyes.
"Great intel, Ralph! So, as I was to about say, I feel ready to do something a little crazy!"
"Porn?" Ralph immediately enquired.
"Oh no, not you too! We have enough of this already!" Janice complained.
"I'm not going to do porn! Gosh, I'm already writing a sort of erotic novel, that's enough. I..."
Ralph was inspecting his pimple and one of his balls got away from his speedos as he was spreading his thighs even further to get a better view.
"Guys, Focus!" I pleaded.
"Just say your piece, man!" Ralph grumbled.
"I... I've made my decision... I'm going to propose to Austin!"
Janice straightened-un from the long chair and completely removed her glasses. Ralph finally let go of his damn pimple.
"You're going to do what now?!"
I smiled at them.
"I'll ask Austin to marry me... I've had the ring for several weeks now. I... I want to do it tonight. I cannot wait anymore."
Ralph and Jancie looked at each other. They got me worried.
"What, guys? You think that's not a good idea?"
"Come on, Tyler! This is amazing!" Ralph jumped towards me for a hug. He remembered to be a little gentler this time.
He kissed my cheek like a big brother would.
I had tons of tanning oil all over my tank top but it was worth it.
I glanced at Janice apprehensively.
"Austin has really been amazing while you were in a coma. I... I think you two are making a cute couple. But you know, Ty, we would support any of your decision."
My eyes got teary. One of the reasons I had kept the idea of the proposal for myself was because I was afraid people would not get it, Janice especially.
With the whole debacle her own wedding ceremony had been and her "anti-Austin" stance before the attack at the Man Cave, I had a feeling she might not be too supportive.
To be fair, both Janice and I had been engaged before and, in each instance, it had ended pretty badly.
But that would not be the case with Austin. That could not be!
"How do you want to go about it?" Ralph asked.
His balls were fully hanging out of his swim briefs at this point. The dude was impossible!
"Well, we do have the nicest room I have ever stayed at in my life. As of today, it has been exactly one year since I've moved in to Los-Angeles to live with Austin. We were supposed to have a romantic dinner but there is your show tonight, we cannot miss it..."
"Fuck the show!"
"No, that is going to be fun and I have to meet with the owner of the club anyway. But then, I thought... What if, after the show, Austin was coming back to a room with lightened-up with candles, roses everywhere, a bottle of champagne or some wine? The whole cheesy, romantic thing. When we come back to the room, I... well... I propose..."
"A real gentleman's move!" Ralph approved.
"Why do need us, Ty? Do you want us to prepare the room for you?" Janice enquired.
"First of all, I wanted to... like, gage your views about it." I replied, a bit awkwardly.
"You, stupid fuck, of course, we're all for it!" Ralph exclaimed.
Janice nodded her approval.
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Chapter 22: Vegas, Baby! (Part 2)
"Secondly, yes, I don't want Austin to be suspicious, so since the performance is rather early, around 10 PM, I thought I could drag Austin to one of these poker rooms afterwards, he loves that so it should not be too difficult, and during that time, you can get the room ready."
"Sounds feasible."
"Maybe even set up a camera rolling so we have a memory of the proposal?"
"I sure know how to handle a camera!"
Ralph was very pumped by the whole thing. As it turned out, he was not so good at handling the camera though, but we will get back to that.
"And I can make the decoration look nice." Janice chipped in. "Does Allison or Sergio know?"
"No. Noone knows beside you two."
"This is so excitiiiiing."
Janice's hungover seemed like an old memory now.
"You think he's going to say yes, though? Right?" I asked them both.
"Of course, he will!"
I smiled at Ralph. He was more confident than I was.
"If someone is crazy enough to get married with you, I think that's Austin Prat."
I was a nervous-wreck for the entire afternoon, planning the big reveal with Janice in secret.
I had to purchase roses, candles, ask for help from the lobby guys, make sure I could give Janice and Ralph a key to the room at some point, and that they would set up things as I envisioned them.
"You're ok, babe?" Austin whispered in my ear during dinner.
He could tell in a second when I was stressed.
"I am. Just a bit nervous for Sergio and Ralph's performance."
"Relax, they don't seem to be worried at all. They know what they're doing!"
Sergio and Allison had some big news to share as well, which was a good distraction from my own thoughts.
For some reason, I was now certain that Austin was going to say no and I would end-up miserable and humiliated.
Anyway, the news was that Allison had finally decided to open her x-platform page! Yeah!
Sergio and her were planning to make way more money with a duo page, but I guess "duo" was a bit restrictive, Ralph had already been invited to collaborate with them -- although he was not too sure about keeping up with the online stuff -- and they had also reached to Carlos who would be ready to visit California just for the opportunity of shooting a hot scene with them.
Did someone say threesome?
How Janice and I, the two nerdy college students, had found ourselves hanging with strippers, ex-cons, and pornstars in Vegas was a mystery to me, but one of the biggest lessons of my life is that the universe will always find ways to surprise us.
And yet again, I was about to be very surprised that night!
But first, we have to talk about the strip show. Or more accurately... the nude erotic show.
The club was known for the shower tubs it had all throughout the dancefloor where gogo-dancers would move their hunky naked bodies, soap it down real good, and sometimes, do a little more than that.
Sergio and Ralph would make three appearances rather early in the evening. It was a test drive for Ralph who wanted to get a long-term gig at the place.
Besides the gogo-dancers, there was an actual strippers' dance troupe that he wanted to join, those guys had a residency in Vegas but they were also touring in the entire country. They were proper celebrities.
I met with the owner backstage, he seemed okay and surprisingly straight -- all business, not too pervy -, and the guys prepared themselves for their debut performance at the Rated-R club.
For their first appearance, they would both be wearing white boxer briefs. The goal of course was that those would turn fully translucent while they were taking their shower in the middle of the dancefloor.
The drag queen who was hosting the night hyped them up as they were being locked in their respective booths. The atmosphere was electric!
"Those guys are insane for doing this." Austin told me, bringing me a beer, as Ralph and Sergio were already getting their underwear all wet and see-through.
"They're good though."
They truly were.
The screams and gasps from the crowd as they started to get water all over their prominent hard cocks were a strong indication of their success.
Sergio and Ralph were also very competitive with each other. It was like they wanted to up the other one and get more eager drunk gays cheering around their own shower tubs.
I was concerned that I may not have made the best managing choice tagging Sergio along.
He was already pretty famous, he was hot as fuck obviously, and he knew how to work a crowd, but he did not care about getting a job there, so I did not want him to overshadow Ralph's performance.
I did not have to worry though.
The Nine Inches King knew exactly what he was doing, and when he realized Sergio's big leaking cock was getting too much attention, Ralph torn up his briefs stretching them with his bare hands, -- I hoped the owner would not mind ruining the underwear -, and revealed his hard and wet monster-cock to the crowd.
As if this was not enough, he smacked his cock against the translucent glass door so it looked properly gigantic and people could pretend like they were touching it through the glass.
Lewd as fuck.
Allison was pumping her man up, cheering him on, while Austin, Janice and I were mainly checking Ralph's performance.
Well, Janice had to look away from times to times. I admit that Ralph's moves were a bit much, and this was only the first run!
Twenty minutes later, they came back wearing jockstraps and this time, the audience was waiting for them.
"And the Nine-Inches King is back in shower number 2! Look at him go, you bet this must feel different from showering in prison... However... Check him out, he's just dropped the soap!" The drag queen was living for the show.
I mean, everybody was.
When I told you that Ralph had it natural, I am not kidding. Sergio was the perfect human specimen, and his hairy Latino ass looked great in his jockstraps, yet, Ralph had a raunchier aspect to his character which was drawing you in.
He was truly shameless, never cared about how he looked or how he was perceived, he was just exuding sex and some (very real) big dick energy.
"No... The ex-con ain't spreading his ass cheeks?! I can't believe my eyes... Dear Looooord... Except that he is!" The drag queen was screaming now.
Ralph was displaying his pink asshole to the crowd, washing it thoroughly with the soap at his disposal, sliding a finger or two in that ass to make sure it was all clean.
People were snapping pictures and videos. Ralph pressed his big bum against the glass.
"If you're not into this guy, Aust, I'm really doubting that you're bi." I told my boyfriend.
"I can't barely see him." He yelled through the music blasting in our ears.
"What?"
I was genuinely confused, they were right there, both Sergio and Ralph's cocks and asses, in plain sight, in the middle of the club.
Austin grabbed my ass firmly.
"I'm too distracted by this one to pay attention to anything else."
"Oh..." I kissed him, or rather made out. "Nice."
I grabbed his ass too and Janice threatened to leave if we were going to go any further than that.
"Don't worry, we're done with sex in public restrooms." Austin dared to say.
Sensitive joke. Maybe it was because this was such a nice week-end and a crazy night but we all laughed about it.
Before their third and final session, I was able to go backstage to congratulate my boys. Look at me, talking like a true pornstars' manager!
They were ecstatic, vibing with the energy of the place. The owner was very happy with their performances too. The both already had a full-time job opened-up if they wanted it.
They were also pumping their cocks to stay hard as we were discussing their career prospects. I suggested to everyone that we would take a look at potential contracts the next day, when the performers would be wearing some sort of clothes.
Ralph could not help himself from hugging me though, yes, with his blatant hard cock pressing against my crotch, staining my pants with his precum.
Was he serious?! I was supposed to ask my boyfriend to marry me about an hour later!
"Thanks, Ty, you've really done it for me. I knew you'd be great at this, mate."
"Ok, ok... Now, get your dick out of my crotch and go back on stage, people are waiting for you."
They were indeed, chanting his name, or rather, his measurements. "Nine Inches! Nine Inches! Nine Inches!"
You bet that Ralph was loving that.
As it was to be expected, the last session was the lewdest of all. This time, Sergio and Ralph squeezed themselves into a single shower tub and they wisely soaped each other up to make sure not to miss a single spot... or crack!
This reminded me of the video I had shot with Carlos, except those two were even more shameless now.
Sergio was really going in there, literally fingering Ralph on stage while he was jerking off. Before he would cum, Ralph returned the favour and fingered Sergio's hole. Hard and nasty! One, two, and then three fingers buried deep inside his anal cave!
It was like they were shooting a live-porn.
Ralph spanked Sergio, asked the audience to beg for more, and he rubbed his large cock against his friend's hairy hole. I was pretty sure he even got inside at some point. Allison seemed to be very okay with that.
This was outrageous. This was downright pornographic and inappropriate... People loved it!
Both performers nutted huge creamy loads on each other's chest with the entire crowd going wild.
Unfortunately, Austin covered my eyes playfully so I did not get to see the explosive finish.
"Come on, babe, I have to look, for professional reasons!" I teased him.
The owner offered us a bottle of champagne to celebrate and we partied in the private area of the club afterwards. The after-party lasted for a little more than we had planned but, trust me, I had not forgotten about the proposal.
And neither had Ralph. At some point, we got together in the restrooms and I gave him the key to my room with my final instructions.
"This is so fucking exciting!" Ralph was all over the place.
"Yeah... It is..."
"Come on, what's up with you?! Man, you're getting engaged tonight!"
"If he says yes! I'm having horrible flashes where it's gonna be very awkward and he won't know how to say no..."
"As always, you're worrying way too much, my friend. Gimme that key, I'll text you when the room is ready. It's almost midnight, let's get this thing going!"
I kissed his cheek.
"Thank you, Ralph. For everything."
I followed the plan. I asked Austin if he wanted to try to win some money playing poker, Allison and Sergio were also happy to join, -- they had no idea about the engagement --, and the four of us went to another casino while Janice and Ralph said they would call it an early night.
"Come on, Ralph, this is your big night! Come with us!"
"Sorry guys, a performer has to get his eight hours night of sleep to stay pretty." Ralph winked at us.
As you can imagine, I was a nervous-wreck at this point. I had never been good at poker, but this night, I was fully missing half of what was happening.
I lost my money of course, but at least, Austin was having fun.
I was looking at my phone every couple of minutes. And then, every thirty seconds. And then, I was glued to my screen waiting for the text to say that the room was ready. I did not notice Austin winning an important game.
Good for him... I was dying inside!
I had enough time to get myself all freaked-out and now, I was convinced that Austin was about to say no. He would not understand where I was coming from. He would get angry, maybe.
What if he brought out Cassie and his "other" family? What if he broke up with me thinking that I was crazy?
The text finally appeared on my screen.
"Room is ready. Good luck."
Ok.
If I wanted to back out, this was my last chance.
I could tell Ralph to leave everything the same but to take away the ring. This would turn into a romantic surprise and not a proposal.
"Thanks. Game on." I texted him.
The butterflies in my stomach were real. My heart was beating fast.
I was about to do it!
I let Austin finished his game and I dragged him out of the poker room. He was in a bliss, happy to have won some money.
"I want to play another kind of game." I told him to convince him to leave.
He sported his cheeky smile right away and we made out, hardcore, in the elevators bringing us to the top floor of the hotel.
"You seem in a mooood, babe." He was being very handsy, he grabbed my crotch.
"It's been an exciting night, no?"
"For sure... And the night is still young!"
Austin had no idea how much that statement was true.
He was getting the card key to our room. I started trembling, he did not notice.
We walked in. It was getting real. The rose petals. The wine glasses. The candles. The pictures of Austin and I on the nightstand. The little black box with the ring carefully placed in the centre of the bed. The unencumbered view of Las Vegas, the lights, the fountains, the Strip below us.
It was all there.
"What...." Austin started a sentence but could not finish it.
He was stunned.
It definitely was a surprise for him.
I had rehearsed a speech but I was not sure I would be able to deliver. Yet, I was sure of my decision.
I walked to the bed, picked up the ring, and got on one knee.
I was actually doing this! I was asking my college crush, the love of my life, freaking Austin Prat to spend the rest of his life with me. Can you believe this?!
Already, my eyes were teary and my voice was shaking.
"Austin, you have been...."
"Tyler?"
Austin looked down at me with his piercing blue eyes, they were getting teary too. I could not read his expression.
Was he moved, or was he afraid, or maybe he was simply surprised?
"Austin, the day I met you, I instantly knew that I would never be able to forget you. It was a striking sight, forever printed in my brain. I was an idiot closeted boy, and I was obsessing with my hunk of a roommate. Damn. You were so freaking hot." I chuckled.
"Tyler..."
"You still are! You look way hotter than before actually! But what I had not realized back then, was how I would be falling for you, how I would slowly find out how amazing you truly are, inside and out, how you would become my best friend..."
"Wait..."
Oh no... He did not say that...
My heart stopped for a second but I chose to ignore him.
I was not done with my declaration. He needed to know before making any rash decision.
"Austin, I am falling more in love with you every single day that goes by. Trust me, I know that love is not enough to make this a lifetime thing, I know relationships require work and communication, and compromises, and surely, we will argue or disagree sometimes... But babe, I am sure... I've never been so sure about anything in my life before. You're the one. I..."
"Wait! Stop!" He spoke again.
Hell no!
"Austin..." I pleaded.
He took a few steps back and picked up his jacket. He was shaking as well.
Even in the worst scenarios I had gone through in my head, I had not seen him actually leaving the room, leaving me behind, on my one knee.
I could not believe he would do such a thing! He could not! Right?
He did not.
Instead, he got something out of the pocket of his jacket.
Austin turned around with tears on his cheeks and he knelt down in front of me. He had a beautiful ring in his hand.
Damn. I thought my heart was going to drop in my stomach. He had gotten me!
"Fuck, Tyler, I really wanted to surprise you. I had a dinner reservation at a great restaurant tomorrow night, I had this whole plan!" He laughed nervously.
I was trembling so hard that he had to hold my hand.
"Really?"
"Of course..." He kissed me. "As you just said, I've been sure for a while that you are the one. I had no idea you were planning this too. I was stressing myself up, waiting for the right time!"
"God, we're stupid." I laughed while crying. "Wait... Does this mean we are automatically engaged; we don't need to ask the question?"
My boyfriend, or should I already say fiancé, gave me his most beautiful smile.
To this day, that moment remains one of the happiest of my entire life.
"Tyler, I met you twelve years ago. Back then, you made me feel things that I did not understand, that I still do not fully understand, to be honest. And then... I was confused and... You left."
"You did not want me!"
"How stupid was I?! For the following ten years, I was looking for a way to recreate what I had felt with you with someone else. Anybody else. But I never could. Of course, it was impossible... because it has always been you. You're so strong, Ty, and you don't even realize it. Life kicks you down, and you always, always, get back up and fight. You're beautiful, you're resilient, you're smart and you're funny. You try to become a better person every day and you have the most delicious butt I've even seen... or eaten."
We both chuckled.
"I love you, Austin."
"I wished I had realized what you meant for me sooner, but now, I've got a lifetime to care for you. We have a lifetime to build something strong together."
Needless to say, I was full-on crying at his point. To be fair, he was too.
"Tyler Braxton, do you want to marry me?"
I took a long deep breath.
"Yes... I do..."
He put the ring on my finger. Pure shot of happiness.
"Austin Prat, do you want to marry me?" I managed to ask him.
He nodded yes.
"Gimme that ring, babe. I want to call you my fiancé and my husband as soon as possible."
We kissed.
The ring fit perfectly. In fact, everything was perfect, better than I had ever imagined.
In the end, the place or the time did not matter that much, or at all. As long as he was there, as long as we were saying yes to each other, I could not ask for anything else.
"How did you get all of this in the room by the way?" He asked when we had settled down, cuddling in the bed.
"Ralph had my key. The poker games, that was just an excuse, you know that I don't give a fuck about that."
Austin grinned.
"Well played, my love."
"Oh! And I almost forgot! There should be a camera somewhere, I asked for Ralph to set one up to record the proposal!"
"Right there." Austin pointed to a camera on the desk.
I checked it to stop the recording but it was not working.
"That idiot did not press play. Or maybe it ran for too much time. It's off."
"Show me!"
I threw the camera at Austin on the bed and he checked the footage.
He had my ring around his finger, that was crazy in itself, but what was really unbelievable was that I had an engagement ring as well!
I had so many questions to ask him about when and how he had made his decision to propose.
"He is an idiot, indeed." Austin commented mindlessly. "Ralph got it mixed-up. The camera was on, but then, he pressed play right before he left the room, and he accidentally turned it off. We have a thirty minutes recording of Ralph setting up the room."
"That's fine, we don't need footage of the proposal. We were probably looking ridiculous anyway, crying like..."
Austin suddenly jumped from the bed.
"Tyler!"
"What the hell? God, don't scream like that, you scared me!"
"Tyler! He's fucking a girl, on this bed! Right here!"
"No, he did not! What are you talking about?"
He showed me the camera so I could check the recording too.
"That asshole!" Austin was laughing. "The nerves of this guy! He used the key you gave him to bring a girl to the best room of the damn hotel!"
"Why would he do that?"
"Cause he was horny, why else?! She's got nice ass, I can tell you that much, a blond chick."
I was putting two and two together.
I looked more closely at the video.
"Austin... Ralph was supposed to come set-up the room with..."
"...JANICE!" My fiance screamed. "FUCK! That's Janice on the video! Janice and Ralph are fucking!"
Well, that was unexpected!
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"Secondly, yes, I don't want Austin to be suspicious, so since the performance is rather early, around 10 PM, I thought I could drag Austin to one of these poker rooms afterwards, he loves that so it should not be too difficult, and during that time, you can get the room ready."
"Sounds feasible."
"Maybe even set up a camera rolling so we have a memory of the proposal?"
"I sure know how to handle a camera!"
Ralph was very pumped by the whole thing. As it turned out, he was not so good at handling the camera though, but we will get back to that.
"And I can make the decoration look nice." Janice chipped in. "Does Allison or Sergio know?"
"No. Noone knows beside you two."
"This is so excitiiiiing."
Janice's hungover seemed like an old memory now.
"You think he's going to say yes, though? Right?" I asked them both.
"Of course, he will!"
I smiled at Ralph. He was more confident than I was.
"If someone is crazy enough to get married with you, I think that's Austin Prat."
I was a nervous-wreck for the entire afternoon, planning the big reveal with Janice in secret.
I had to purchase roses, candles, ask for help from the lobby guys, make sure I could give Janice and Ralph a key to the room at some point, and that they would set up things as I envisioned them.
"You're ok, babe?" Austin whispered in my ear during dinner.
He could tell in a second when I was stressed.
"I am. Just a bit nervous for Sergio and Ralph's performance."
"Relax, they don't seem to be worried at all. They know what they're doing!"
Sergio and Allison had some big news to share as well, which was a good distraction from my own thoughts.
For some reason, I was now certain that Austin was going to say no and I would end-up miserable and humiliated.
Anyway, the news was that Allison had finally decided to open her x-platform page! Yeah!
Sergio and her were planning to make way more money with a duo page, but I guess "duo" was a bit restrictive, Ralph had already been invited to collaborate with them -- although he was not too sure about keeping up with the online stuff -- and they had also reached to Carlos who would be ready to visit California just for the opportunity of shooting a hot scene with them.
Did someone say threesome?
How Janice and I, the two nerdy college students, had found ourselves hanging with strippers, ex-cons, and pornstars in Vegas was a mystery to me, but one of the biggest lessons of my life is that the universe will always find ways to surprise us.
And yet again, I was about to be very surprised that night!
But first, we have to talk about the strip show. Or more accurately... the nude erotic show.
The club was known for the shower tubs it had all throughout the dancefloor where gogo-dancers would move their hunky naked bodies, soap it down real good, and sometimes, do a little more than that.
Sergio and Ralph would make three appearances rather early in the evening. It was a test drive for Ralph who wanted to get a long-term gig at the place.
Besides the gogo-dancers, there was an actual strippers' dance troupe that he wanted to join, those guys had a residency in Vegas but they were also touring in the entire country. They were proper celebrities.
I met with the owner backstage, he seemed okay and surprisingly straight -- all business, not too pervy -, and the guys prepared themselves for their debut performance at the Rated-R club.
For their first appearance, they would both be wearing white boxer briefs. The goal of course was that those would turn fully translucent while they were taking their shower in the middle of the dancefloor.
The drag queen who was hosting the night hyped them up as they were being locked in their respective booths. The atmosphere was electric!
"Those guys are insane for doing this." Austin told me, bringing me a beer, as Ralph and Sergio were already getting their underwear all wet and see-through.
"They're good though."
They truly were.
The screams and gasps from the crowd as they started to get water all over their prominent hard cocks were a strong indication of their success.
Sergio and Ralph were also very competitive with each other. It was like they wanted to up the other one and get more eager drunk gays cheering around their own shower tubs.
I was concerned that I may not have made the best managing choice tagging Sergio along.
He was already pretty famous, he was hot as fuck obviously, and he knew how to work a crowd, but he did not care about getting a job there, so I did not want him to overshadow Ralph's performance.
I did not have to worry though.
The Nine Inches King knew exactly what he was doing, and when he realized Sergio's big leaking cock was getting too much attention, Ralph torn up his briefs stretching them with his bare hands, -- I hoped the owner would not mind ruining the underwear -, and revealed his hard and wet monster-cock to the crowd.
As if this was not enough, he smacked his cock against the translucent glass door so it looked properly gigantic and people could pretend like they were touching it through the glass.
Lewd as fuck.
Allison was pumping her man up, cheering him on, while Austin, Janice and I were mainly checking Ralph's performance.
Well, Janice had to look away from times to times. I admit that Ralph's moves were a bit much, and this was only the first run!
Twenty minutes later, they came back wearing jockstraps and this time, the audience was waiting for them.
"And the Nine-Inches King is back in shower number 2! Look at him go, you bet this must feel different from showering in prison... However... Check him out, he's just dropped the soap!" The drag queen was living for the show.
I mean, everybody was.
When I told you that Ralph had it natural, I am not kidding. Sergio was the perfect human specimen, and his hairy Latino ass looked great in his jockstraps, yet, Ralph had a raunchier aspect to his character which was drawing you in.
He was truly shameless, never cared about how he looked or how he was perceived, he was just exuding sex and some (very real) big dick energy.
"No... The ex-con ain't spreading his ass cheeks?! I can't believe my eyes... Dear Looooord... Except that he is!" The drag queen was screaming now.
Ralph was displaying his pink asshole to the crowd, washing it thoroughly with the soap at his disposal, sliding a finger or two in that ass to make sure it was all clean.
People were snapping pictures and videos. Ralph pressed his big bum against the glass.
"If you're not into this guy, Aust, I'm really doubting that you're bi." I told my boyfriend.
"I can't barely see him." He yelled through the music blasting in our ears.
"What?"
I was genuinely confused, they were right there, both Sergio and Ralph's cocks and asses, in plain sight, in the middle of the club.
Austin grabbed my ass firmly.
"I'm too distracted by this one to pay attention to anything else."
"Oh..." I kissed him, or rather made out. "Nice."
I grabbed his ass too and Janice threatened to leave if we were going to go any further than that.
"Don't worry, we're done with sex in public restrooms." Austin dared to say.
Sensitive joke. Maybe it was because this was such a nice week-end and a crazy night but we all laughed about it.
Before their third and final session, I was able to go backstage to congratulate my boys. Look at me, talking like a true pornstars' manager!
They were ecstatic, vibing with the energy of the place. The owner was very happy with their performances too. The both already had a full-time job opened-up if they wanted it.
They were also pumping their cocks to stay hard as we were discussing their career prospects. I suggested to everyone that we would take a look at potential contracts the next day, when the performers would be wearing some sort of clothes.
Ralph could not help himself from hugging me though, yes, with his blatant hard cock pressing against my crotch, staining my pants with his precum.
Was he serious?! I was supposed to ask my boyfriend to marry me about an hour later!
"Thanks, Ty, you've really done it for me. I knew you'd be great at this, mate."
"Ok, ok... Now, get your dick out of my crotch and go back on stage, people are waiting for you."
They were indeed, chanting his name, or rather, his measurements. "Nine Inches! Nine Inches! Nine Inches!"
You bet that Ralph was loving that.
As it was to be expected, the last session was the lewdest of all. This time, Sergio and Ralph squeezed themselves into a single shower tub and they wisely soaped each other up to make sure not to miss a single spot... or crack!
This reminded me of the video I had shot with Carlos, except those two were even more shameless now.
Sergio was really going in there, literally fingering Ralph on stage while he was jerking off. Before he would cum, Ralph returned the favour and fingered Sergio's hole. Hard and nasty! One, two, and then three fingers buried deep inside his anal cave!
It was like they were shooting a live-porn.
Ralph spanked Sergio, asked the audience to beg for more, and he rubbed his large cock against his friend's hairy hole. I was pretty sure he even got inside at some point. Allison seemed to be very okay with that.
This was outrageous. This was downright pornographic and inappropriate... People loved it!
Both performers nutted huge creamy loads on each other's chest with the entire crowd going wild.
Unfortunately, Austin covered my eyes playfully so I did not get to see the explosive finish.
"Come on, babe, I have to look, for professional reasons!" I teased him.
The owner offered us a bottle of champagne to celebrate and we partied in the private area of the club afterwards. The after-party lasted for a little more than we had planned but, trust me, I had not forgotten about the proposal.
And neither had Ralph. At some point, we got together in the restrooms and I gave him the key to my room with my final instructions.
"This is so fucking exciting!" Ralph was all over the place.
"Yeah... It is..."
"Come on, what's up with you?! Man, you're getting engaged tonight!"
"If he says yes! I'm having horrible flashes where it's gonna be very awkward and he won't know how to say no..."
"As always, you're worrying way too much, my friend. Gimme that key, I'll text you when the room is ready. It's almost midnight, let's get this thing going!"
I kissed his cheek.
"Thank you, Ralph. For everything."
I followed the plan. I asked Austin if he wanted to try to win some money playing poker, Allison and Sergio were also happy to join, -- they had no idea about the engagement --, and the four of us went to another casino while Janice and Ralph said they would call it an early night.
"Come on, Ralph, this is your big night! Come with us!"
"Sorry guys, a performer has to get his eight hours night of sleep to stay pretty." Ralph winked at us.
As you can imagine, I was a nervous-wreck at this point. I had never been good at poker, but this night, I was fully missing half of what was happening.
I lost my money of course, but at least, Austin was having fun.
I was looking at my phone every couple of minutes. And then, every thirty seconds. And then, I was glued to my screen waiting for the text to say that the room was ready. I did not notice Austin winning an important game.
Good for him... I was dying inside!
I had enough time to get myself all freaked-out and now, I was convinced that Austin was about to say no. He would not understand where I was coming from. He would get angry, maybe.
What if he brought out Cassie and his "other" family? What if he broke up with me thinking that I was crazy?
The text finally appeared on my screen.
"Room is ready. Good luck."
Ok.
If I wanted to back out, this was my last chance.
I could tell Ralph to leave everything the same but to take away the ring. This would turn into a romantic surprise and not a proposal.
"Thanks. Game on." I texted him.
The butterflies in my stomach were real. My heart was beating fast.
I was about to do it!
I let Austin finished his game and I dragged him out of the poker room. He was in a bliss, happy to have won some money.
"I want to play another kind of game." I told him to convince him to leave.
He sported his cheeky smile right away and we made out, hardcore, in the elevators bringing us to the top floor of the hotel.
"You seem in a mooood, babe." He was being very handsy, he grabbed my crotch.
"It's been an exciting night, no?"
"For sure... And the night is still young!"
Austin had no idea how much that statement was true.
He was getting the card key to our room. I started trembling, he did not notice.
We walked in. It was getting real. The rose petals. The wine glasses. The candles. The pictures of Austin and I on the nightstand. The little black box with the ring carefully placed in the centre of the bed. The unencumbered view of Las Vegas, the lights, the fountains, the Strip below us.
It was all there.
"What...." Austin started a sentence but could not finish it.
He was stunned.
It definitely was a surprise for him.
I had rehearsed a speech but I was not sure I would be able to deliver. Yet, I was sure of my decision.
I walked to the bed, picked up the ring, and got on one knee.
I was actually doing this! I was asking my college crush, the love of my life, freaking Austin Prat to spend the rest of his life with me. Can you believe this?!
Already, my eyes were teary and my voice was shaking.
"Austin, you have been...."
"Tyler?"
Austin looked down at me with his piercing blue eyes, they were getting teary too. I could not read his expression.
Was he moved, or was he afraid, or maybe he was simply surprised?
"Austin, the day I met you, I instantly knew that I would never be able to forget you. It was a striking sight, forever printed in my brain. I was an idiot closeted boy, and I was obsessing with my hunk of a roommate. Damn. You were so freaking hot." I chuckled.
"Tyler..."
"You still are! You look way hotter than before actually! But what I had not realized back then, was how I would be falling for you, how I would slowly find out how amazing you truly are, inside and out, how you would become my best friend..."
"Wait..."
Oh no... He did not say that...
My heart stopped for a second but I chose to ignore him.
I was not done with my declaration. He needed to know before making any rash decision.
"Austin, I am falling more in love with you every single day that goes by. Trust me, I know that love is not enough to make this a lifetime thing, I know relationships require work and communication, and compromises, and surely, we will argue or disagree sometimes... But babe, I am sure... I've never been so sure about anything in my life before. You're the one. I..."
"Wait! Stop!" He spoke again.
Hell no!
"Austin..." I pleaded.
He took a few steps back and picked up his jacket. He was shaking as well.
Even in the worst scenarios I had gone through in my head, I had not seen him actually leaving the room, leaving me behind, on my one knee.
I could not believe he would do such a thing! He could not! Right?
He did not.
Instead, he got something out of the pocket of his jacket.
Austin turned around with tears on his cheeks and he knelt down in front of me. He had a beautiful ring in his hand.
Damn. I thought my heart was going to drop in my stomach. He had gotten me!
"Fuck, Tyler, I really wanted to surprise you. I had a dinner reservation at a great restaurant tomorrow night, I had this whole plan!" He laughed nervously.
I was trembling so hard that he had to hold my hand.
"Really?"
"Of course..." He kissed me. "As you just said, I've been sure for a while that you are the one. I had no idea you were planning this too. I was stressing myself up, waiting for the right time!"
"God, we're stupid." I laughed while crying. "Wait... Does this mean we are automatically engaged; we don't need to ask the question?"
My boyfriend, or should I already say fiancé, gave me his most beautiful smile.
To this day, that moment remains one of the happiest of my entire life.
"Tyler, I met you twelve years ago. Back then, you made me feel things that I did not understand, that I still do not fully understand, to be honest. And then... I was confused and... You left."
"You did not want me!"
"How stupid was I?! For the following ten years, I was looking for a way to recreate what I had felt with you with someone else. Anybody else. But I never could. Of course, it was impossible... because it has always been you. You're so strong, Ty, and you don't even realize it. Life kicks you down, and you always, always, get back up and fight. You're beautiful, you're resilient, you're smart and you're funny. You try to become a better person every day and you have the most delicious butt I've even seen... or eaten."
We both chuckled.
"I love you, Austin."
"I wished I had realized what you meant for me sooner, but now, I've got a lifetime to care for you. We have a lifetime to build something strong together."
Needless to say, I was full-on crying at his point. To be fair, he was too.
"Tyler Braxton, do you want to marry me?"
I took a long deep breath.
"Yes... I do..."
He put the ring on my finger. Pure shot of happiness.
"Austin Prat, do you want to marry me?" I managed to ask him.
He nodded yes.
"Gimme that ring, babe. I want to call you my fiancé and my husband as soon as possible."
We kissed.
The ring fit perfectly. In fact, everything was perfect, better than I had ever imagined.
In the end, the place or the time did not matter that much, or at all. As long as he was there, as long as we were saying yes to each other, I could not ask for anything else.
"How did you get all of this in the room by the way?" He asked when we had settled down, cuddling in the bed.
"Ralph had my key. The poker games, that was just an excuse, you know that I don't give a fuck about that."
Austin grinned.
"Well played, my love."
"Oh! And I almost forgot! There should be a camera somewhere, I asked for Ralph to set one up to record the proposal!"
"Right there." Austin pointed to a camera on the desk.
I checked it to stop the recording but it was not working.
"That idiot did not press play. Or maybe it ran for too much time. It's off."
"Show me!"
I threw the camera at Austin on the bed and he checked the footage.
He had my ring around his finger, that was crazy in itself, but what was really unbelievable was that I had an engagement ring as well!
I had so many questions to ask him about when and how he had made his decision to propose.
"He is an idiot, indeed." Austin commented mindlessly. "Ralph got it mixed-up. The camera was on, but then, he pressed play right before he left the room, and he accidentally turned it off. We have a thirty minutes recording of Ralph setting up the room."
"That's fine, we don't need footage of the proposal. We were probably looking ridiculous anyway, crying like..."
Austin suddenly jumped from the bed.
"Tyler!"
"What the hell? God, don't scream like that, you scared me!"
"Tyler! He's fucking a girl, on this bed! Right here!"
"No, he did not! What are you talking about?"
He showed me the camera so I could check the recording too.
"That asshole!" Austin was laughing. "The nerves of this guy! He used the key you gave him to bring a girl to the best room of the damn hotel!"
"Why would he do that?"
"Cause he was horny, why else?! She's got nice ass, I can tell you that much, a blond chick."
I was putting two and two together.
I looked more closely at the video.
"Austin... Ralph was supposed to come set-up the room with..."
"...JANICE!" My fiance screamed. "FUCK! That's Janice on the video! Janice and Ralph are fucking!"
Well, that was unexpected!
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Well played, it’s time for Janice’s blotter to get some fresh stains on it. Besides the libidos on those two must have been through the roof. Ralph had spent the last few hours going hard on stage while Janice watched him, now he was close enough she could smell him. I bet that sex tape was hot as hell! Actually I was half expecting Austin and Ty would open the door to find them in their bed still going at it.
After all it’s Vegas baby.
What a great chapter, it's going from happiness to horniness!
As it often does in my stories.What a great chapter, it's going from happiness to horniness!
Although, sometimes, it goes from sadness to horniness, or awkwarness to horniness, or horror to horniness... you get it!
MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN
Chapter 23: An epic love story (Part 1)
Ralph and Janice met each other in a prison's parlour. Not the best start for a love story, I will grant you that.
... Unless it turns out to be an epic one!
Ralph was incarcerated for running a network of escort girls (the fancy name for prostitutes), and Janice was visiting her best friend (also known as... me) who had been sentenced to a year in prison for getting involved in money laundering on behalf of a drug dealer.
First impressions between the two were not that great.
Ralph thought that Janice had a fine ass but that she seemed a little uptight and even arrogant. Worse than that, when he winked flirtatiously at her, - he was a very horny inmate after all -, she reacted like she was afraid of him.
Ralph enjoyed to scare men away, not beautiful girls.
Janice was overall intimidated: by the place, by the inmates checking her out, by seeing me in my prison uniform for the first time, and also, indeed, by this huge beast of a man.
The bodybuilder was very tall, very broad, his biceps were the size of your average guy's legs and he was making no effort at hiding that he was staring at her.
To be fair, she may have been uncomfortable but Janice could not deny her own libido manifesting.
A man like Ralph does not go unnoticed and if he had his eyes on her, Janice was definitely checking him out as well. I mean, the bulge of Ralph was pretty prominent, no matter what he was wearing, and the convict was exuding some undeniable sexual energy.
After her first visit, he was the only inmate who had left an impression on Janice.
Sure, part of it was a gross feeling; Ralph was very shameless and hands-on with the woman who had come to visit him.
Thanks to eight years spent at her job, - Janice was working in a rehabilitation centre for recovering addicts, - she had learned not be judgmental, but she was not naïve either.
She instantly knew that Ralph was one of these inmates who were managing to score girls even from his prison bunk bed, - a man like this always gets what he wants -, and who was fucking desperate women in search for a bad boy at any "conjugal visit" he could get.
Janice pitied the women who would be falling in this trap.
That being said, was she touching herself thinking about all the bad things Ralph could do to her when she went to bed that night? Definitely, she was! And she most definitely came while picturing the dirty inmate drilling her pussy.
Especially since she had been, once again, left alone as her boyfriend had to stay late "for work".
What else was she supposed to do?
Richard was living up to his name. He was a real Dick.
When Janice thought he had to stay at the Trade Centre to secure a key investment -- everybody knew that the men in fancy suits working in finance were doing crazy hours -, Richard was most likely wearing a superhero mask and twerking his hairy ass, receiving bills in his crack, at a gay club. But that, Janice did not know it yet...
Ralph and Janice got to see, and assess, each other a couple more times at the parlour until Janice learned that Ralph had somehow become a friend of mine.
I discovered many years later that as she was visiting me at the prison, Janice was getting increasingly curious (and horny) about Ralph.
I get that. The guy was manly, strong, and confident, it was probably our most natural prehistorical instinct to get fucked by him.
At least, that was how it worked for my gay ass while we were sharing a tiny cell!
But Janice had a boyfriend who seemed perfect for her. Richard was buying her flowers every day, was showering her with gifts, was making plans for growing their family... He was discreet but caring, always in control of himself. A mature man, very different from the losers Janice had dated before.
Sorry Luis if you are reading this, but you were cheating on her (including with me!) a couple months into your relationship with Janice. Those who had read My First Year in College will get the reference.
The only reason why Janice let herself indulge in her "inmate" fantasy with a shameless bodybuilder was because she was certain this would never ever happen, not in a million years.
In that sense, she did not feel like she was betraying Richard in any way, those were just harmless (nasty) thoughts.
The man was locked-up in prison and there was absolutely no reason why she would have to meet him again. Better touching herself thinking about him rather than one of her coworkers or someone else she knew "in real life".
Well, that was discounting my intervention in the matter, of course.
Whether she had planned on it or not, I was about to make Ralph a part of Janice's life.
Janice was only vaguely remembering the hot hunk from prison when she met Ralph again at my place.
She knew that I was seeing him from times to times, but she had not realized that it was for more than a drink to talk about the trial against warden Deen or Falcon. Ralph and I were actually becoming buddies and I was helping him with the development of his x-rated content online.
When she got to see him again, she was already engaged to Richard. He had proposed a couple months before and she had happily said yes.
I am not sure of how much this is true but lately, Janice has been pretending that she had never been in love with Richard to begin with.
He was checking all the boxes (on the surface), she was 30 and wanted to settle down, he was very much accepted and liked by her family and friends (to be fair, I did not like him that much, I had always found Richard rather boring), and she thought that it was the kind of relationships everyone should or would settle for. Love did not have much to do with that.
At some point in life, do you not just pick someone to be your partner for the long run? Is not it how that works?
Ironically, the night she saw Ralph again at a party at my house was also the night where Richard and she decided to advance their wedding date. They did not want to deal with the wedding planning anymore and they could not wait to get married.
We all know how this ended...
With all of us, Ralph cheered for the great news! Needless to say, he was shirtless and chugging beers at the same time. And again, Janice was not missing any of it.
For the first time, she was seeing the bare upper body of the man she had fantasied about during many sleepless nights. I can guarantee that she was not disappointed. After prison and while working on his social media and x-rated platforms, Ralph had never looked better and stronger.
Besides, the ex-con did not seem so intimidating anymore. He was plainly sexy and even... funny.
That was the certainly the hardest thing for Jan to admit, but Ralph's shameless way of living his life, his straight forwardness, goofiness, and his redneck sense of humour was growing on her.
On paper, Ralph was everything she would not want as a boyfriend, he was the opposite to her "good all-around" fiancé.
Ralph had spent many years in prison and he did not seem remorseful about that. He was making a fool of himself at parties, was spending way too much time shirtless (or pantless), he was talking loudly, often acting as a macho, and now, he was even sharing sexual content online.
"The Nine Inches King". That was just gross, right?
Any judgment from Janice about the adult content he was sharing would have been misplaced though.
First of all, as it turned out, Richard had been doing the same thing (and worse, acting as an actual gigolo) for years, only behind Janice's and everyone's back.
And secondly, Jan could hardly play the innocent card when she definitely had a subscription to Ralph's page! Despite the fact that Ralph was now more or less part of her friends' group, Janice had not stopped fantasied about him, especially since she had learned what he was packing between his legs.
Her excuse to indulge this time around? She was engaged and she would never consider anything serious with someone who would be otherwise known as "the Nine Inches King".
What was the issue with looking at the filthy content the ex-inmate was gladly sharing everywhere online? And if she happened to be turned-on by it... So be it!
Even the raunchiest videos where Ralph was fingering himself, she found that hot.
Of course, she waited many years to confess this to me. She admitted that she was one of the first subscribers of the Nine Inches King's page while she was drunk at the party for the launching of my first book.
It was a few days before she learned she was pregnant with their second child.
Funny how life turns out sometimes.
Anyway, things were looking impossible for Janice and Ralph at the time since she was about to have a cute, rather small, but very expansive summer wedding with perfect Richard.
That was, of course, until I had to ruin everything, once again!
You know the story. I found out that Richard was performing at the Man Cave and that he was the "Masked Hunk" everywhere online. Not only that, but Dick turned out to be a proper undiagnosed psychopath.
Looking back, I can confidently say that he was pathologically sick.
Not that it excuses his behavior, (the dude stabbed my boyfriend and myself, it would be difficult for me to have any compassion) but Richard had clearly been boiling up inside for years, living two separate lives, in a constant fear of being found out, of disappointing his fiancé and his close family...
He was probably wearing more of a mask when he had to play his "boyfriend" persona, rather than when he was the "Masked Hunk". When I caught him up on his lies, his entire world collapsed. He could not handle being seen as a fraud.
He panicked. First, he tried to use sex -- his preferred tool to get what he wanted -- to get me, then, he tried to use guilt, and when none of those worked, he resorted to blackmail and violence.
To be fair, I really helped Janice dodge a bullet and, ironically again, Ralph had been the one to make it possible by driving me to the chapel.
I barged into the wedding. I told everything to Janice. We ran away to Greece. We made a pact not to go back with our ex-boyfriends. Sorry, Janice. I could not hold that one for very long... and Janice had to re-build herself from this.
She kept up the appearances, but it remains one of the biggest traumas in Janice's life. Being betrayed this way, for so long, and learning this betrayal while you are wearing your wedding dress, surrounded by your family. Ouch. That has to hurt!
Of course, now that I know the full story, it is clear that it was the best thing that could have ever happened to her, but back then, Janice pretty much lost everything.
Being a runaway bride, leaving your closed-ones stunned behind you, having to move into a much smaller apartment with your best friend. And not only that, the attack in the club a few months later was awful for her.
She felt incredibly responsible and Janice stayed at my side for months when I was in the coma, all the while she thought I was hating her, (as if I could ever hate her!), and then, when I was slowly recovering.
All and all, it had been a very rough year for Janice.
The woman had the damn right to change her hair color (she has reverted back to brunette since then) and I guess that it made a lot of sense to find some comfort in the arms of an Adonis who was spending as much time as she was in my hospital bedroom.
Thinking of which, I should not have been surprised when I saw the footage of Ralph and Janice fucking in our king size bed.
Yet, I had not seen it coming! Janice and Ralph together sounded like such a surreal idea.
Maybe I had died in my coma, and I was living in the afterlife.
Was I?
No, I will not do that to you, my dear reader, this is not a "everything was a dream" twist. Janice and Ralph sleeping together was all real and I needed answers!
With the picture of both Austin and I's engagement rings, I sent a text to the both of them:
"Hi lovers, we're engaged! Turns out, Austin was planning his own proposal. (OMG -- I know)!"
I wondered if they would pay attention to the "lovers" that I had sneaked in there.
Not really. They both ran to our hotel room and congratulated us as if nothing was going on between them. The nerves of those guys! I could not believe how naturally they were acting with us and with each other when they had fucked in the same room less than an hour prior!
Sergio and Allison came up to our room as well shortly after, they were both really surprised by the engagement, and it was neither the time nor place to mention the recording.
Austin and I were too much in our own world anyway. He fucked me senselessly afterwards and he let me fingered his beautiful ass. I was so close to fucking him. I came right between his ass cheeks (and licked my own sperm dripping from his butt afterwards).
Everyone has their own way to celebrate, right?!
We did make another big decision that night. But more on that later.
"How was your first night with your fiancé?" Janice enquired the next morning.
The nosy girl, she did not know what she was in for!
"I could ask you the same thing."
"What are you talking about?"
"How was your first night with your new lover?" I asked with a cheeky smile on my face.
"My new lover?"
How would she still not get the hint?! I thought I was being pretty obvious.
"Janice... Ralph messed up the recording of the proposal last night."
"I'm not following you."
She was drinking her coffee, checking the ring on my finger. If she did not pick up the clues I was laying down, I had to be more upfront about this.
"Ralph did not press record before we got into the room, but instead, he started recording when you were setting up the decor, with the camera... pointing right towards the bed."
Janice's face got redder as she finally understood where I was getting at. And not only that, she was putting together that I had seen it all! The full sextape!
"Oh no..." She put down her coffee.
[Chapter 23 continues below]
Chapter 23: An epic love story (Part 1)
Ralph and Janice met each other in a prison's parlour. Not the best start for a love story, I will grant you that.
... Unless it turns out to be an epic one!
Ralph was incarcerated for running a network of escort girls (the fancy name for prostitutes), and Janice was visiting her best friend (also known as... me) who had been sentenced to a year in prison for getting involved in money laundering on behalf of a drug dealer.
First impressions between the two were not that great.
Ralph thought that Janice had a fine ass but that she seemed a little uptight and even arrogant. Worse than that, when he winked flirtatiously at her, - he was a very horny inmate after all -, she reacted like she was afraid of him.
Ralph enjoyed to scare men away, not beautiful girls.
Janice was overall intimidated: by the place, by the inmates checking her out, by seeing me in my prison uniform for the first time, and also, indeed, by this huge beast of a man.
The bodybuilder was very tall, very broad, his biceps were the size of your average guy's legs and he was making no effort at hiding that he was staring at her.
To be fair, she may have been uncomfortable but Janice could not deny her own libido manifesting.
A man like Ralph does not go unnoticed and if he had his eyes on her, Janice was definitely checking him out as well. I mean, the bulge of Ralph was pretty prominent, no matter what he was wearing, and the convict was exuding some undeniable sexual energy.
After her first visit, he was the only inmate who had left an impression on Janice.
Sure, part of it was a gross feeling; Ralph was very shameless and hands-on with the woman who had come to visit him.
Thanks to eight years spent at her job, - Janice was working in a rehabilitation centre for recovering addicts, - she had learned not be judgmental, but she was not naïve either.
She instantly knew that Ralph was one of these inmates who were managing to score girls even from his prison bunk bed, - a man like this always gets what he wants -, and who was fucking desperate women in search for a bad boy at any "conjugal visit" he could get.
Janice pitied the women who would be falling in this trap.
That being said, was she touching herself thinking about all the bad things Ralph could do to her when she went to bed that night? Definitely, she was! And she most definitely came while picturing the dirty inmate drilling her pussy.
Especially since she had been, once again, left alone as her boyfriend had to stay late "for work".
What else was she supposed to do?
Richard was living up to his name. He was a real Dick.
When Janice thought he had to stay at the Trade Centre to secure a key investment -- everybody knew that the men in fancy suits working in finance were doing crazy hours -, Richard was most likely wearing a superhero mask and twerking his hairy ass, receiving bills in his crack, at a gay club. But that, Janice did not know it yet...
Ralph and Janice got to see, and assess, each other a couple more times at the parlour until Janice learned that Ralph had somehow become a friend of mine.
I discovered many years later that as she was visiting me at the prison, Janice was getting increasingly curious (and horny) about Ralph.
I get that. The guy was manly, strong, and confident, it was probably our most natural prehistorical instinct to get fucked by him.
At least, that was how it worked for my gay ass while we were sharing a tiny cell!
But Janice had a boyfriend who seemed perfect for her. Richard was buying her flowers every day, was showering her with gifts, was making plans for growing their family... He was discreet but caring, always in control of himself. A mature man, very different from the losers Janice had dated before.
Sorry Luis if you are reading this, but you were cheating on her (including with me!) a couple months into your relationship with Janice. Those who had read My First Year in College will get the reference.
The only reason why Janice let herself indulge in her "inmate" fantasy with a shameless bodybuilder was because she was certain this would never ever happen, not in a million years.
In that sense, she did not feel like she was betraying Richard in any way, those were just harmless (nasty) thoughts.
The man was locked-up in prison and there was absolutely no reason why she would have to meet him again. Better touching herself thinking about him rather than one of her coworkers or someone else she knew "in real life".
Well, that was discounting my intervention in the matter, of course.
Whether she had planned on it or not, I was about to make Ralph a part of Janice's life.
Janice was only vaguely remembering the hot hunk from prison when she met Ralph again at my place.
She knew that I was seeing him from times to times, but she had not realized that it was for more than a drink to talk about the trial against warden Deen or Falcon. Ralph and I were actually becoming buddies and I was helping him with the development of his x-rated content online.
When she got to see him again, she was already engaged to Richard. He had proposed a couple months before and she had happily said yes.
I am not sure of how much this is true but lately, Janice has been pretending that she had never been in love with Richard to begin with.
He was checking all the boxes (on the surface), she was 30 and wanted to settle down, he was very much accepted and liked by her family and friends (to be fair, I did not like him that much, I had always found Richard rather boring), and she thought that it was the kind of relationships everyone should or would settle for. Love did not have much to do with that.
At some point in life, do you not just pick someone to be your partner for the long run? Is not it how that works?
Ironically, the night she saw Ralph again at a party at my house was also the night where Richard and she decided to advance their wedding date. They did not want to deal with the wedding planning anymore and they could not wait to get married.
We all know how this ended...
With all of us, Ralph cheered for the great news! Needless to say, he was shirtless and chugging beers at the same time. And again, Janice was not missing any of it.
For the first time, she was seeing the bare upper body of the man she had fantasied about during many sleepless nights. I can guarantee that she was not disappointed. After prison and while working on his social media and x-rated platforms, Ralph had never looked better and stronger.
Besides, the ex-con did not seem so intimidating anymore. He was plainly sexy and even... funny.
That was the certainly the hardest thing for Jan to admit, but Ralph's shameless way of living his life, his straight forwardness, goofiness, and his redneck sense of humour was growing on her.
On paper, Ralph was everything she would not want as a boyfriend, he was the opposite to her "good all-around" fiancé.
Ralph had spent many years in prison and he did not seem remorseful about that. He was making a fool of himself at parties, was spending way too much time shirtless (or pantless), he was talking loudly, often acting as a macho, and now, he was even sharing sexual content online.
"The Nine Inches King". That was just gross, right?
Any judgment from Janice about the adult content he was sharing would have been misplaced though.
First of all, as it turned out, Richard had been doing the same thing (and worse, acting as an actual gigolo) for years, only behind Janice's and everyone's back.
And secondly, Jan could hardly play the innocent card when she definitely had a subscription to Ralph's page! Despite the fact that Ralph was now more or less part of her friends' group, Janice had not stopped fantasied about him, especially since she had learned what he was packing between his legs.
Her excuse to indulge this time around? She was engaged and she would never consider anything serious with someone who would be otherwise known as "the Nine Inches King".
What was the issue with looking at the filthy content the ex-inmate was gladly sharing everywhere online? And if she happened to be turned-on by it... So be it!
Even the raunchiest videos where Ralph was fingering himself, she found that hot.
Of course, she waited many years to confess this to me. She admitted that she was one of the first subscribers of the Nine Inches King's page while she was drunk at the party for the launching of my first book.
It was a few days before she learned she was pregnant with their second child.
Funny how life turns out sometimes.
Anyway, things were looking impossible for Janice and Ralph at the time since she was about to have a cute, rather small, but very expansive summer wedding with perfect Richard.
That was, of course, until I had to ruin everything, once again!
You know the story. I found out that Richard was performing at the Man Cave and that he was the "Masked Hunk" everywhere online. Not only that, but Dick turned out to be a proper undiagnosed psychopath.
Looking back, I can confidently say that he was pathologically sick.
Not that it excuses his behavior, (the dude stabbed my boyfriend and myself, it would be difficult for me to have any compassion) but Richard had clearly been boiling up inside for years, living two separate lives, in a constant fear of being found out, of disappointing his fiancé and his close family...
He was probably wearing more of a mask when he had to play his "boyfriend" persona, rather than when he was the "Masked Hunk". When I caught him up on his lies, his entire world collapsed. He could not handle being seen as a fraud.
He panicked. First, he tried to use sex -- his preferred tool to get what he wanted -- to get me, then, he tried to use guilt, and when none of those worked, he resorted to blackmail and violence.
To be fair, I really helped Janice dodge a bullet and, ironically again, Ralph had been the one to make it possible by driving me to the chapel.
I barged into the wedding. I told everything to Janice. We ran away to Greece. We made a pact not to go back with our ex-boyfriends. Sorry, Janice. I could not hold that one for very long... and Janice had to re-build herself from this.
She kept up the appearances, but it remains one of the biggest traumas in Janice's life. Being betrayed this way, for so long, and learning this betrayal while you are wearing your wedding dress, surrounded by your family. Ouch. That has to hurt!
Of course, now that I know the full story, it is clear that it was the best thing that could have ever happened to her, but back then, Janice pretty much lost everything.
Being a runaway bride, leaving your closed-ones stunned behind you, having to move into a much smaller apartment with your best friend. And not only that, the attack in the club a few months later was awful for her.
She felt incredibly responsible and Janice stayed at my side for months when I was in the coma, all the while she thought I was hating her, (as if I could ever hate her!), and then, when I was slowly recovering.
All and all, it had been a very rough year for Janice.
The woman had the damn right to change her hair color (she has reverted back to brunette since then) and I guess that it made a lot of sense to find some comfort in the arms of an Adonis who was spending as much time as she was in my hospital bedroom.
Thinking of which, I should not have been surprised when I saw the footage of Ralph and Janice fucking in our king size bed.
Yet, I had not seen it coming! Janice and Ralph together sounded like such a surreal idea.
Maybe I had died in my coma, and I was living in the afterlife.
Was I?
No, I will not do that to you, my dear reader, this is not a "everything was a dream" twist. Janice and Ralph sleeping together was all real and I needed answers!
With the picture of both Austin and I's engagement rings, I sent a text to the both of them:
"Hi lovers, we're engaged! Turns out, Austin was planning his own proposal. (OMG -- I know)!"
I wondered if they would pay attention to the "lovers" that I had sneaked in there.
Not really. They both ran to our hotel room and congratulated us as if nothing was going on between them. The nerves of those guys! I could not believe how naturally they were acting with us and with each other when they had fucked in the same room less than an hour prior!
Sergio and Allison came up to our room as well shortly after, they were both really surprised by the engagement, and it was neither the time nor place to mention the recording.
Austin and I were too much in our own world anyway. He fucked me senselessly afterwards and he let me fingered his beautiful ass. I was so close to fucking him. I came right between his ass cheeks (and licked my own sperm dripping from his butt afterwards).
Everyone has their own way to celebrate, right?!
We did make another big decision that night. But more on that later.
"How was your first night with your fiancé?" Janice enquired the next morning.
The nosy girl, she did not know what she was in for!
"I could ask you the same thing."
"What are you talking about?"
"How was your first night with your new lover?" I asked with a cheeky smile on my face.
"My new lover?"
How would she still not get the hint?! I thought I was being pretty obvious.
"Janice... Ralph messed up the recording of the proposal last night."
"I'm not following you."
She was drinking her coffee, checking the ring on my finger. If she did not pick up the clues I was laying down, I had to be more upfront about this.
"Ralph did not press record before we got into the room, but instead, he started recording when you were setting up the decor, with the camera... pointing right towards the bed."
Janice's face got redder as she finally understood where I was getting at. And not only that, she was putting together that I had seen it all! The full sextape!
"Oh no..." She put down her coffee.
[Chapter 23 continues below]
