Tyler is a freshman student at Creepside College. Gay and closeted, he has some troubles controlling his urges surrounded by frat guys, sexy professors, his hot brother and most importantly, his stunning straight roommate: Austin. The story is divided into 2 main parts - semester 1 (ch. 1 to ch 12) - semester 2 (ch. 13 to ch. 24).
In the previous chapters, Tyler learnt how to enjoy his life out of the closet. He started to meet up with guys, he flirted with Steve, but his best friend Austin remained his primarily obsession. The night before, Austin offered Tyler a naughty gift for his 19th birthday: his ass to rim.
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My First Year in College.
Chapter 21: ZYROX
You might think that after an evening spent eating my best friend asshole, things would get awkward between Austin and I, but to say the truth, we were way passed this point. The next day, we simply returned to our routine.
In April, we were quite busy anyway and we had less time to see each other. Football season was at its peak, and I was trying hard to make it through the semester after the chaotic winter I had. I was actually spending a lot of time in the library... Can you believe it?
Also, Austin was starting to date again, his most recent girlfriend was a girl from his swim class and, to my own surprise, I was kind of seeing someone too. After a few weeks of innuendos, and teasing, Steve actually asked me on a date. Me, nerdy Tyler, on an actual date!
I was not too sure at first but the Grindr dates were getting old, in all senses of the word, and Steve was one of the hottest guys in campus. I could hardly pass the offer. He was also smart and funny. Quickly, I started to catch some feelings.
We had sex right after our first date. As Steve was previously sharing his room with Gary, he now had the room for himself. He fucked me smoothly on his bed and I loved every moment of it, he was an intense but affectionate lover. A lot of kisses, a lot of caressing. He was gentle and it was a whole new kind of experience for me after Fletcher and meaningless one-night stands.
I quickly understood that the foot fetish Steve was sometimes joking about was very real. The second time we had sex, I made him cum while he was licking my soles and sucking on my toes. It was empowering to know the thing that would get him to lose control every time.
We did not promise each other anything but the sex was good and we ended up sleeping together in his small dorm bed a couple of times. Could this become a serious thing?
I was talking about it often with Austin, partly because it had become our routine to share our intimate (sex) life with each other -- Austin, like most straight guys, seemed fascinating by gay sex -- and partly because I was trying to make him jealous. I knew Austin thoroughly enjoyed the rimming session I had offered him and I was maliciously happy to tell him all about how I had pleased Steve the night before.
Austin seemed eager to know more and frustrated at the same time.
"At least, Steve does not close his eyes when I sucked his dick!" I said once.
"Maybe, but from what I recall, my dick and my asshole were tasting particularly nice" Austin snapped back at me. "I already know he is not as big as me down there, but I hope that, at least, he does taste as good as me?" I did not respond. Austin knew he still had the upper hand.
When May came, Steve and I officially started to date each other. Steve assured me he would stop the bullshit sex parties with the frat guys -- the habit of gangbanging girls after practice was still going strong and Austin was seemingly very enjoying the orgies despite dating yet another girl - and I responded that I did also want to make it exclusive.
Just like that, I had my first boyfriend!
As we were spending more time together, Steve started to confide in me. Since Gary left, he was a bit lost and he told me that I had become his new "constant". My heart melted a bit. Later on, I let him cum on my feet while we were making out. A modern love story, I guess.
Holding hands in public was something new. With the weather getting hotter, we spent a week-end together at the beach and it solidified things. I could see the looks while we played silly games in the water - we were both wearing flashy and skimpy speedos which did not leave much place for the imagination - and I was proud of my boyfriend, he was handsome, attractive, caring. Was I falling in love with Steve? Honestly, I could not tell. But I think he was.
We did have one problem though. I was happy with Austin getting a bit jealous of Steve; however, I had not anticipated that Steve would be the one getting seriously jealous of Austin.
Apparently, I was talking about Austin a bit too much. Shocking, I know!
Steve knew that Austin and I were very close, best friends even, but nobody knew we had done anything together. However, Steve could not shake the feeling out of him that I was into my sexy roommate.
As you know, Steve was right to worry. I liked him very much. He had everything a man could hope for. He was actually perfect: his abs; his wrestler body (and large variety of singlets that were coming with it); his beautiful dark light tone skin; his huge biceps; his chiseled thighs; his juicy dick; his hairy thick ass. And maybe more importantly, Steve really wanted me, really loved me.
But still, no one could compare to Austin. I could not let go of my obsession for my roommate. Every time Austin and I would sleep in the same room, he would go to bed naked, knowing very well the effect he had on me. Every time, I was in awe.
I promised Steve there was nothing between us, that Austin was 100% straight anyway. I promised I did not care about him romantically, he was just a friend, and in the end, Steve had no choice but to accept it.
I was lying though. And at the very first occasion Austin gave me, I broke all of my promises.
Austin was coming back to our room, blue balls after a night with his girlfriend at the time. She was the second one this month alone and I could no longer keep track.
"This is not fair!" He spoke. "When they're interesting, they just don't want to fuck!"
"Austin, you fuck girls pretty much every night..." I responded, jaded.
"Yeah... I penetrate them with my dick. But you know what I mean. They're not like really into it, like really craving it! Like good bitches!"
"Like me?" I joked, winking at him, mischievously.
"Well, yes! You gay guys, you're just so good at it! You're not afraid of going all in!" He sat on his bed, defeated, and took off his white t-shirt. His chest was bit hairier now, I liked that.
"You're wrong here: not all gay guys are good at it. I AM, good at it!" I pretended to be offended.
"Well maybe..."
The conversation quickly moved on to the latest release of Garuto. We always had strong opinions about our favorite fictional character and we argued on the necessity for Garuto to go back to ZYROX, his home planet, or to stay on Earth with his current love interest.
