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.
In the previous chapters, Tyler met his roommate Austin, a stunning athletic straight guy. As Austin gets more comfortable around him, Tyler's obsession for his roommate grows stronger.
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My First Year in College
Chapter 6: Professor Fletcher and Mr Finnigan.
The next Friday stood up in my memory as it was the day I first met Professor Fletcher and Tobias Finnigan.
I was introduced to the former when I attended my first "Introduction to Constitutional Laws" class.
I first saw him from behind and I immediately noticed his muscular features and his big ass, perfectly squeezed in some fancy black tailor-made pants. "Daddy Fletcher" was wearing a Ralph Lauren white shirt, and when he turned around, his nipples were visible through the fabric. What kind of College professor had these kind of pecs? The good kind, if you want my opinion.
He had a trimmed black beard and was wearing glasses. You could tell he was the type of man who liked to take care of himself and dress nicely. From his feet (huge by the way) to his hair, he looked sharp during that first day of class and during all the classes which came afterwards.
He must have been around 40 at the time of this story: old enough to be your Daddy, but young enough to fuck you hard on a kitchen counter. If you begged politely.
I took place in one of the first rows to get a better view... And I am not talking about the board.
In my defense, I was not the only one fascinating by his ass as I overheard some girls behind me giggling about Professor Fletcher's buttocks.
Those dumb girls. Joking around but certainly not capable of pleasuring this man. As if they would have properly rimmed him. Tongue deep inside his asshole. Inhaling his manly scents. Eating him out. I know I would have... And spoiler alert... I actually did! But more on that later.
That evening, all the cool people in Campus were preparing for the first big party of the year. Obviously, Austin had been invited and I was basically able to go as his +1.
The event was organized by the most popular frat house of CreepSide College, they were called "the ALPHAS".
Subtle, I know.
The entire football team was part of it and other guys, deemed "alpha" enough, had been authorized to join. As if they could not be more cliché, the captain of the football team, Tobias Finnigan, was the leader of the Fraternity.
The party was happening in a big house a 20 minutes ride away from Campus. The house offered some large rooms to party in as well as some more intimate spaces to, let's say, get to know each other on a deeper level. The place also had a pool and we were all strongly invited to bring our swimsuits. We were also promised a lot of alcohols and a DJ.
I was as petrified as excited to get there.
We went as a group with Austin, Ashley and Janice. Janice would drive us as she did not intend to drink. Austin and Ashley definitely were. We ended up also taking Martin with us (this time, he actually had some clothes on) as we were all departing from Building C.
Henry was part of the Football team and duly invited but he had to see his parents this weekend. Gary was not invited but did not seem to care.
As soon as we arrived at the event, I could feel some tension and excitement in the air. Everyone was trying to act cool but among the freshmen, every student seemed to be waiting for a signal to get wild.
Austin did not seem to bother and immediately took a beer as he went towards a Latino guy that he recognized from football try out. He introduced us to Luis but as the conversation progressed, all I could feel was deep social anxiety. Ten minutes later, I was excluded from an intense football discussion that Martin, Austin, and two other guys were now having while Janice and Ashley were chatting among themselves.
Why could not I enjoy these types of festivities? Everyone else seemed to have a great time but I was constantly afraid of doing something wrong...
I went to get some beers in the kitchen, trying to relax for a few minutes. I was feeling a bit better. As the place was getting crowded, I could not find back Austin and the rest of the group. Although, I did see half of the football team running around in swimsuits, getting outside to jump in the pool.
I followed them. Probably my gay instinct was screaming at me to "go after the naked fit guys!".
At least ten of the frat guys were already in the pool, getting their muscular bodies wet and showing off to the rest of the party. A different group was having drinks nearby, and two of the men were actually holding hands. Ok, the "gays" were there too. My life would have been so much easier if I just walked towards them and said "hey guys, I'm a raging homosexual myself and I'm looking for friends... or for hook-ups... anyone interested"?
Sadly, I was not there in my life.
At least, not yet.
I just stood alone near the pool, drinking my beer, while watching a flow of people jumping in: some completely dressed, some in swimsuits or underwear, one Asian guy in his birthday suit. Really cute and well endowed, I would keep an eye on him.
The ALPHAS may have a cliché name but they were definitely living up to it. Those guys seemed obsessed with the size of their muscles, the number of drinks they could have in one go, and the number of girls they could fuck in one night. They spoke loudly, and every occasion was good enough to remove their clothes off and talk about the size of their dicks. Not that I am complaining as I was definitely appreciating the show. All the flexing, slapping around, pretending to kiss or to suck each other dicks. Most of the times, they seemed gayer than the two guys who were actually dating.
And it was only 10pm... I was wondering what would happen at 2 am when all of those guys would be intoxicated enough. I felt my dick reacting to that pleasing thought in my pants. I let my dick get hard as my pants would mostly cover my erection.
My evening took a turn when some drunk guy, very tall and very thin, pushed me inadvertently and made me spill my beer, snapping me back to reality.
"Sor... sorry" he said, visibly completely drunk. "Do you.... You... Moo... You..." He was trying to speak but his face was going from white to purple to green as he was staggering. He did not end his sentence; however, he did manage to puke on my t-shirt.
Great!
Everyone around got a good laugh and I tried to play it cool. My t-shirt had a gross stain but the smell of vomit was the worst of it all... I had no choice but to take it off. Not such a great feeling when you are surrounding by athletic guys flexing their biceps and showing off.
Back inside the house, I looked for a bathroom to wash myself but as I was wandering shirtless, the looks became more insistent and the situation became even more unpleasant. Thankfully, I ended up on Austin who was chatting with some guys I had never met before.
"Bro, what the fuck?" Austin seemed genuinely concerned. At this point, I was on the edge of tearing up.
"Someone threw up.... On me..." The group he was chatting with laughed at my comment, but Austin did not.
"Oh fuck... Well, that sort of things happens..."
"Yeah... to me..." I replied. Annoyed.
A girl shouted: "Dude, trash this shirt off, and preferably outside, you are going to make everyone flee this place!". She pinched her nose at the end of the sentence.
I hated her but she was right. This was utterly embarrassing.
"Yeah... I was about to leave so..."
Austin, as always, reacted smoothly. He first told me not to move, then removed his own t-shirt and give it to me: "take it." He ordered.
Damn, he always looked so good without a shirt on. With the golden lights of the room, his chest looked like it was shining. Woof. Despite of the dirty thoughts that were coming in my head, I said: "Austin, keep your shirt man..."
A gay guy screamed from afar "He is well better without!" Everybody was looking at us now and most of the people started laughing, some of them applauding Austin for the strip tease.
"I was going to jump in the pool anyway!" said Austin. "Who's with me??" and just like that, he ran off and jumped into the pool still wearing his jeans and shoes, followed by at least 7 other students.
Don't get me wrong dear ready, I fully realize that my obsession for Austin was unhealthy, but how could I not get obsessed with him? The whole school was slowly but surely falling in love with this man.
I did get out of the house and threw my shirt in the trash outside, putting Austin's on me. I could smell his odor on my chest and to be honest, I was very close to lick the sweat prints on the fabric. The smell was not as strong as it was on his used underwear, but still, it was getting me horny.
It took me some courage to go back in but I joined Ashley and Janice who were admiring the boys in the now crowded pool, goofing around.
Janice turned towards me.
"Oh, here you are Ty! Look what they did to the guy who puked on you."
I looked around and the drunk boy was now completely naked, passed out in a lounging chair, with some words written in marker on his skinny chest: "warning, puker!". His soft uncut dick, just like his body, long and thin, resting on his right thigh.
"Well, is he dead? I mean, he just threw up on me and humiliated me in front of everyone, so, fuck him..."
"Humiliated you? He humiliated himself!" said Ashley, "Relax Ty, nobody cares that you smell like vomit now!" She laughed.
I did not.
"Come on", said Janice "It will be a big deal only if you make it a big deal!"
