This story is a sequel to My First Year in College and My First Year in Prison.
Tyler is finally ready to commit to a serious relationship when he moves in with his former College crush, Austin. After years of entertaining the idea, it is time for those two to figure it out: is their relationship meant to last?
This story is entirely fictional and all characters featured are above 18.
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MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN
Chapter 3: The Nine Inches King
"Don't you ever wear clothes?!"
Ralph had just opened the door to his small apartment. It was situated in an old building in a sleazy part of the town.
The ex-bodybuilder was not naked but he was not really dressed either. Who greets someone coming to their place in only loose underwear with teddy bears printed on them? I could see his (large) balls dangling underneath!
"Come on in, it's not like you haven't seen it all! Come here, old pal!"
Ralph exclaimed, hugging me.
I had not seen him in about four weeks, - since the moment we had been released from prison together -, but Ralph had not changed one bit.
He was still a giant, crushing me when he was just patting my shoulders.
Tall, broad, very muscular, Ralph was an athlete who had two obsessions in life: working-out at the gym to grow his muscles to the furthest extent, and banging wet pussies. His bare chest was twice larger than mine, his arms were pretty much the size of my legs. He looked impressive under every possible angle.
And don't get me starting on his monster cock, merely concealed in his underwear.
"Happy to see you, Ralph. How are things?"
He welcomed me in his apartment.
It was a cool place, I was not sure what I was expecting but although it was not fancy by any means, it looked good, and at the very least, clean.
There were two cameras, a tripod and a ring light in the main living space in front of the couch.
"Things are good, Braxton. What can I say? I'm enjoying the freedom! I'm enjoying not having to see Falcon's bald face ever again! I'm enjoying the hot showers, the fast food, the comfortable mattress. I'm enjoying the fact that I don't have to spend all my time surrounded by only dicks and balls!"
I smiled.
"I don't miss Falcon either."
"What about the dicks and balls though?" Ralph winked at me.
I ignored him.
"Where's Mia?"
Mia was a girl whom Ralph had started to date while he was locked-up. Her nickname was "busty girl" if that gives you any indication of how she was perceived inside the prison.
"She comes and goes. She's feisty. We tend to fight." Ralph replied sheepishly.
"Oh... Sorry to hear that."
He shrugged his (immense) shoulders.
"She does not understand that a man coming out of prison needs to release the pressure and fool around."
I laughed.
"I'm surprised, she seemed to be very well inclined to clench your... hmmm... thirst when I met her."
My eyes got irresistibly drown to his prominent crotch.
Again, I had no intention to cheat on Austin but it was hard to ignore the elephant in the room.
"Yeah. She's very good at fucking. But she has this thing where she expects me to only care for her pussy. I've never really understood that monogamous lifestyle." He sighed. "You want a beer?"
He was opening his fridge. Ralph bent over to pick up a few bottles. Large fat ass.
"Sure. I'll take a beer."
"That's the great thing with you guys. I mean, the gay guys." He continued. "You don't give a fuck. Sex is no big deal, just a way to have fun."
I had plenty of occasions to confirm that "sex was just sex" for Ralph when we were in prison.
The guy would be fucking someone like he would be saying hello. Mostly girls as he was straight but he had no problem getting fucked in the ass by the prison's warden if that meant he could get out early.
Again, no big deal for him. A hole. A cock. No feelings or no shame involved.
"Gosh Ralph, you really think gay men are animals, don't you? We're just like everybody else. Sex is important but eh, at the end of the day, most of us are looking for someone they can rely on, one person to share their lives with." I spoke.
"Damn. If even the homos are becoming boring as fuck!"
"I think we're more conservative than the straight white males in some ways, we did fight for gay marriage." I grinned at him. "I was not picturing Mia as a very traditional girl though."
He chuckled.
"She's not Mother Theresa, I grant you that. She's pretty wild. The issue is not that she would be close-minded, but it's like, she wants me to be her freaking dog. She calls the shots and makes all the decisions while I..."
He stopped himself and looked at me.
"Well... I'm nobody's bitch."
I thought again about what I had seen -- and had taken part in -- inside the warden's office but I did not mention anything.
I looked at the camera set up.
"Did not you have plan to start an exclusive page with her or something?"
He took a sip of his beer and dropped on his couch. His body was really something.
Maybe I was wrong before, he did change in the past few weeks. He looked even more defined than when he was in prison. His nipples were large and pink. Proper men titties.
"We did. And that's a big part of the problem. The way this business works, the girl is getting the views and the money. It's like a whole 360 turn from the olden days when the producers, the men, had all the power. Now, that's the women who are getting the traffic and the followers. Mia needs me cause, hell, (he grabbed his fat cock through his underwear), it would be hard to find a better dick than this one, but ultimately, she's the star in our videos. I'm just the supporting role."
"Well, yeah, what did you expect shooting straight videos?"
"I don't know, dude. I'm whipping out my nine + inches of meat online, I thought it was enough to get myself rich!"
We laughed it off.
"I guess you can understand how difficult it is to be regarded as "the product" in these kinds of situation now... Crazy how life turns out sometimes!" I commented.
"What do you mean?"
Ralph was more serious and things got a little awkward.
