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 15: Jasper does not love everybody
Six months after getting out of prison, my life had taken another unexpected turn.
Janice and I had moved in together in a small apartment downtown, and since I thought it was only fair to leave her the single bedroom, I was sleeping on the couch in our living-room.
It might not sound like the ideal situation nor a step forward, but I had to spend some time apart from new-daddy Austin and to figure what the hell I was going to do next.
So eh, living with my best friend was not that bad of an alternative!
When you have known prison, you learn to satisfy yourself with less.
And frankly, Janice was a great roommate despite what she had just been through.
She was doing her best to keep herself together and she was maintaining a good vibe all around the place. Ultimately, this period felt like a nice break for the two of us, being both singles and ready to start over at the same time.
Besides, we had very different working schedules so we were not stepping on each other's toes. I had the flat for myself most of the days so I could write, and I was always happy to catch-up with Janice when we were around at the same time.
Thanks to the help (and admittedly, relentless efforts) of Jasper, I was able to go back to work at the Man Cave and I took upon more nightly shifts since I did no longer have a boyfriend to come back to every evening. (Yee-haw!)
I also had to compensate for my two weeks of unplanned leave and show some good attitude towards the boss, Mr. Abrozio.
To that end, I was also working shirtless most of the times. I could let the sugar daddies hit on me without feeling guilty anymore, and let's be real, showing some skin was very helpful for the tips (which I definitely needed).
Jasper had taught me how to flirt with every single guy ordering a drink without having to ever seal the deal. Although it seemed like the entire bar was enamoured with Jasper, it was also a general understanding that it was only for fun.
I was not as talented as he was though. Jasper could make everyone think he was in love with them, until it was time to let them go gently. I guess it was the curly blond hair and innocent face which were making him so powerful.
As single people often do, I got closer to my friends after my break-up with Austin.
Jasper and I were roughly taking on the same shifts so we were spending up to 30 hours a week together, and outside of work, Ralph was living closer to my new place and we started to hang around a little more.
Spending time with Ralph was always an adventure and ultimately, he was the best at helping me taking my mind off things. Even Janice had started to enjoy his company and his "take life as it comes" attitude.
His journey from convict to Pornstar was really taking off by the way.
The "Nine Inches King" was getting quite popular on social media and his X-rated page was finally getting a sufficient number of subscribers to make real money out of it. Like nearly to five figures a month!
"You were so right, mate. I stopped doing content with girls, it was only helping them getting some hype, it was not helping my own brand. I only do solo now, and the ex-convict angle is always a hit. I may even do my first male-on-male collab soon."
"I guess that might be the good time for it." I spoke, scrolling through his stats on his phone.
I was expecting him to be very successful, - I mean, I had seen Ralph in action up-close and personal, and I knew how much of a sexual beast he could be -, still, his new-found status was impressive. He had real and passionate hardcore fans.
Just like me towards the Masked Hunk... I cringed thinking back about it.
We were having this conversation on a bench at the gym, while taking a short break. Ralph had convinced me into getting back into training more.
According to him, it was the best way to recover from a break-up, but also to meet someone new.
Not such a bad philosophy, I thought.
Although, going to the gym with Ralph was not the best idea to seduce anyone. When I was exercising with him, it was like I had become invisible. All eyes were glued onto him.
We were going to a brand-new gym situated halfway between both of our apartments which, as most of Los Angeles' gyms, was heavily attended by gay men looking for some fresh meat to devour between two sessions.
In this case, Ralph and his fat uncut cock dangling inside his shorts, - that he was wearing commando -, was the most appetizing meal of the floor.
Just picture this: Ralph wandering around the machines, smelling sweat from a mile away, obviously shirtless, - his massive bodybuilder's size pecs, biceps and abs on display -, wearing a tiny white gym short, leaving nothing to imagination when it came to his XXL thighs, but also his XXL limp cock, often sticking against the wet fabric.
You bet that the hunk was making money selling nude and X-rated content online!
Ralph was living for the attention and visibly, he had come to love having gay guys drooling all over him... Especially since he had learned how much money he could make out of these guys!
"I owe it all partly to you, man." He patted my hair as he would often do.
Both my hair and his hands were drenched with sweat, it was quite sticky.
I did not mind though. I enjoyed seeing the gay guys passing by, looking jealous as fuck, any time I was receiving some sort of attention from Ralph.
Especially when he would slap my ass after a good series of squats.
"I did nothing, Ralph. You've been training your body since forever. You film your own videos. Your parents are the ones who have given you that nine inches gift."
He chuckled.
"You gave me good advice, and you always do. I appreciate it. And you remember that dude, Carlos from New-York? You told me I should contact him a few months back and I did, but he ignored me like I was a cheap whore... But guess what, he's the one writing to me now!"
Ralph showed me a DM from the Latino star.
I had been following Carlos since even before I had got locked-up in prison but the dude had clearly levelled-up his content during my year incarcerated.
Carlos had gone from selling feet pictures online, to posting semi-nude Insta and TikTok posts, to go all naked on more private social media, and most recently, to shoot actual gay porn.
Just like Richard with his Masked Hunk's persona, Carlos was probably close to be (or already) a millionaire, and I had given his profile as an example for Ralph on how to manage his social media.
Apparently, my ex-cellmate had watched and he had learned.
