Tyler is about to start College but this closeted gay guy is a bit nervous of meeting his new roommate and being surrounding by frat straight guys. Although, as his (hot) big brother would say, this is the perfect time to experiment... The story starts slow but at it progresses, Tyler gets closer and closer to live his filthiest fantasies. This is obviously destined to an adult audience.
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My first year in College.
Chapter 1: The Dorm situation
The more you will read this, the more it will be difficult for you to believe it is actually based on a true story, or rather true stories. If the places, names, and some details have been changed, I can assure you that my first year of College was the craziest year of my life and that it is definitely worth telling.
I just graduated high school and was closeted to pretty much everyone except for my older brother who caught me jerking off to some hardcore gay porn (10 muscle guys banging a twink submissive) a couple of months after I turned 18.
He entered my room right when the blond twink was receiving his sixth load in the mouth and I was myself cumming a huge load on my chest.
Quite telling if you want to assess of someone's sexual orientation.
Ryan pretended like he did not see anything although, afterwards, I could catch his weird looks when my dad would ask me about a potential girlfriend. He knew and, I knew that he knew.
Inspired (and sometimes pushed) by my brother who was quite the athlete -- he did boxing, American football, but also was very regular at swimming and hitting the gym -- I did exercise a bit as well. It was just enough to keep me in some sort of a shape but it mainly compensated for all the junk food I was eating.
I had always been too shy for team sports or hanging in the gym -- always scared that someone would find out that I'm gay if I stared too much or got an erection in the locker rooms -- but I got pretty good at tennis and it became sort of my thing.
I was quite tall, brown hair, brown eyes, but I was rather thin and, to be honest, not as half hot as my old brother could be. Just like me, Ryan was tall, brown hair, brown eyes, but he had also a great smile, perfect skin, a nice casual beard, and a fit body built during his numerous hours of training. He had it all: big thighs, big biceps and pecs, and the perfect round peachy butt.
I realize that saying this makes me sound like I got a crush on my big brother. Well, not that I am proud to admit it but I kind of did at times. I mean, beauty is all about confidence, right? And Ryan was anything but confident, he always dressed well, seemed to be in control at all times, and there was something incredibly attractive in the calm and manly way he was handling himself. The few times I *inadvertently* got a glimpse of his dick, - don't judge me, those things happen when you share a house and a bathroom - I was pleased to notice that both in length or in girth, he was way above average.
He was 23 at the time of the story and had been with the same girl for three years, but not for lack of demands. His Instagram DMs were filled with hundreds of girls wanting, sometimes begging, to see more. I wonder how many of these girls were catfishes now, but more on that later.
As for me, I was just average. Well, in theory, I should or could have looked good, but I was not totally done with puberty. I had some pimples here and there, some freckles under my eyes, I had to wear glasses most of the times and as for the confidence or sense of style: I was clearly lacking in that department. I was more identified as the nerd than the jock... So, even if I got the occasional "do you have a girlfriend?" question, nobody was really surprised that a nerdy boy like me would still be a virgin going to College.
You may have guessed it by now: your typical gay closeted friend was super nervous about starting University.
Among the things that stressed me out most was the "dorm situation".
For the first time in my life, I would live outside of my parents' house, but more importantly, with someone else, that I had never met before, in a single room, for a whole year! This thought alone was sufficient to give me stomach ache.
It would take me days to retell the number of bad dreams I had about the communal showers, an awful homophobic roommate, or a full dorm making fun of me while I was shitting in the toilets... Yeah, I was more focused on making it through life in the dorm than I was with actually making it through Law School.
Sometimes though, the anxiety was replaced by a feeling of excitement.
What if I happened to be paired with a gay Adonis, very comfortable with his sexuality, who would take care of me and all of my needs? Maybe he would fuck me hard, jeez in my asshole and in my mouth, offered me to his frat bros, all of them fighting to get their big dicks in my... Wait no, every time I was starting to have this fantasy, I realized that I would probably not even dare to indulge and it got my stomach to hurt even more.
