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 10: The Mile-High Club
A couple of weeks had passed since my brother had left and since Austin and I had the place back for ourselves.
Still, I had no idea of what had happened to Austin's mom.
Every time the subject would come up (usually from me), Austin would get uncomfortable and we would end-up having sex to avoid getting into a serious conversation.
Great coping mechanism, right?
In the end, I decided to let it go. I was caring too much about my boyfriend to let whatever happened to his family ruin an otherwise perfect relationship.
Besides, did I mention that the sex was really good? I think that I did.
Austin seemed to be even hornier than before, and that was saying something! We were fucking a lot, and we were fucking hard.
"Good Lord, you're insatiable." I told him one time I was coming back from the Man Cave in the middle of the night.
"You don't want it?" Austin asked sheepishly.
He was jerking his nine inches dick off in our bed, stroking his large piece of meat with his two hands. The boy had been waiting for me!
"Of course, I want it."
I jumped on his leaking cock. There were droplets of precum dripping down his balls.
That was the thing though: as much as Austin was horny 24/7, I could never turn my back (or my mouth), on his beautiful cock, body, face, or ass... I mean, the guy was pushing all of my buttons and he knew that I could not resist him.
Also, the thought that Austin had been stroking and edging himself, waiting for the moment I would come home was very much a turn-on.
That night, he fucked me in the ass doggy-style and then standing up against the kitchen's counter. That position felt amazing. It was like I could feel his hard cock pulsating and throbbing inside of my anal cavity while we were kissing each other, full mouth.
Then, I fingered him. We had not done that in a while. Austin came while I was pushing my second finger against his prostate. I licked the jizz sprayed on his abs and thighs. Yummy!
See, do we really need to talk about serious depressing stuff when we can fuck like that?!
That same week, we were planning a trip on the East-Coast where our college reunion was set to happen. It was meant to be a big celebration.
I was a bit nervous getting there working as a bartender at a gay bar, and coming out from prison. I was not too sure how the others would react to see me holding hands with Austin. At the same time, it was a good occasion to move on and own up to my new life.
Damn it. I had nothing to be ashamed of.
I asked Jasper if he could cover for my shifts on Thursday night and Friday afternoon and he said yes. A real friend!
"I don't mind doing double shifts on Thursday, you're the one who's going to miss the big show!"
"What are you talking about?"
He rolled his eyes.
"Batman and Robin are coming back... this Thursday!"
Shit. I had not thought about that.
Their last show had occurred more than three weeks before and since then, the others "Thursday strippers" did not match the hype.
The energy in the bar was still very erotic (and chaotic) on Thursdays, but without the Masked Hunk's hairy ass, sensual moves, and banging body, it was not the same.
Besides, I was not really into those oiled-up, over-tanned, and over-muscled gogo-dancers barely moving around in their fluorescent pink thongs.
Sure, they were providing good eye-candy but they were clearly confusing looking good with being sensual and sexy.
Instead, I had been checking -- and admittedly jerking off to -- the so-called "Masked Hunk"'s exclusive page for a while. After consuming that many videos of the stripper jerking-off or fingering himself, - in the last one, he was impaling himself on a huge dildo -, I kind of wanted to see him in real life again.
Of course, I would have never admitted my obsession for the stripper to Jasper.
"I think I can survive not seeing their show again. Thanks for covering up for me!"
"You're going there with Austin?"
"Yeah. I told you, we met in college. I mean, those guys are more his friends than mine. Janice that you met at the party at my place will be there too."
"The crazy wedding girl?"
I smiled at the description. How ridiculous was it that Janice could be perceived this way?
"She's not crazy, she was a bit drunk..."
"Is she still getting married with that hot Christian Grey's type of guy?"
"With Richard. Of course, she is!"
Jasper cut me off:
"I mean, who would not? That man is sexy as hell."
I ignored him.
"And they kept their word. They did advance their wedding to July. They're doing a small thing now."
"Don't worry, I was not expecting an invitation." Jasper winked at me.
As he would always do, he walked off to take care of a couple of customers as I was about to speak again.
That young prick! He was lucky that he was cute.
To compensate for my absence later that week, I had to do a double shift that day and I came back home at around 3 A.M., exhausted.
Austin was not though.
Yes, he was still in the mood! When was my boyfriend ever sleeping?!
I did not mind a quick fuck, but because I was so tired, he did most of the work.
Austin did his due diligence: face-fucking my throat and then rimming my ass-hole. I just had to let him handle me like a rag doll.
Obviously, Austin pounded my wet hole once he was done eating it, and he bred me properly when he came after fifteen minutes of hardcore banging.
Despite the exhaustion and the nervousness for the trip to come, I loved every second of it. Austin simply knew what to do to my body, to my nipples, my prostate, and to my dick, - which he sucked deep to make me cum in his throat --, to make me feel good.
I fell asleep in his arms, care-free.
We met Janice at the airport the next day.
I teased her talking about how she had become "the crazy wedding girl" for some people now.
"Let me tell you something, having twenty guests instead of two hundreds make a large difference when you plan your wedding. In one case, it is nice picking up a dress and planning a party, in the other, it is a living Hell. Saying this for you, guys! Don't make the same mistake that we did."
Austin and I chuckled awkwardly.
Us, getting married? It would be lying to say that I had not thought about it... But had Austin ever considered it? It was not even clear to me if the divorce with Cassandra had been finalized.
That was the issue with avoiding tough conversations...
"Is Richard going to join us?" Austin asked -- probably to change the subject.
"I won't lie, I kinda wanted to show him off to our classmates." Janice smiled.
"But he's busy. Again. He'll be working pretty much 24/7 for the next few days, some big thing in the trading world or something."
"Meaning you'll be even richer by the end of the week?" I enquired.
"Well, hopefully! On the other hand, sometimes I'm scared we could suddenly go broke..."
"Really?"
"No, not really. Dick isn't a gambler; he does not take any chances. Things can fluctuate but he never loses money, at worst, his bonus is not as big as expected."
She was wearing a brand-new expansive watch.
Indeed, trading seemed to be going well for them.
The reunion was mainly an afternoon and evening event, but I had planned to stay on the East-Coast for one more day to visit my nephews, as I had promised my brother.
I had not visited them since I had stayed at their place right after prison four months prior.
However, Austin did not seem very excited when I mentioned that visit in the plane. We had talked about it before but he was very non-committal about it.
"I'm really not sure I can go there. I might have to take an earlier flight back home. I am really behind on work."
"You could work remotely." I suggested.
"I have moved in L.A. because they want me there. My boss was okay with taking one week remotely but I cannot ask for more. Besides, some of the guys from the college frat might organize something special. So, even if I don't work, I may be dragged into another party."
"Ok..."
Janice gave me a look.
I was expecting her to question my insistence, but instead, she seemed pissed at Austin. We did not mention it. Both Ryan and Janice had become suspicious of my boyfriend.
Do not get this wrong, I was seeing the red flags too. Deep down, I knew Austin was not telling me everything. But I was also living with Austin and I could tell that he loved me, that he wanted to be with me, and I wanted to be with him, so I focused on that.
What else mattered?
And what was my other choice anyway? Confronting him? About his sick mother... That would certainly end well...
To close the subject, Austin used his usual approach. I did not think he would have dared to play this card inside a plane!
He put his hand on my right thigh and immediately, that gave me shivers.
My dear reader, have you ever heard about the Mile High Club? Well, I can confidently say that I am a proud member since that day!
It started with a slight caress of my thigh, until Austin was rubbing my bulge over my shorts. It was a hot day of June when we took off, we were not wearing much besides a tank-top and some shorts.
Janice was mindlessly listening to a podcast, her eyes closed, on the other side of me.
I was getting hard. And horny.
Austin grabbed my hand and guided it to his own shorts. He had already opened the buttons up, I could see his blue boxer briefs and underneath, his hard cock moving like a beast trapped in a cage.
I looked around, nervous.
Everyone else seemed to be minding their own business. My hand ended-up on Austin's throbbing bulge until I was virtually wanking Austin off through his briefs. His cock was very thick, just like a dildo you would see in a sex store.
When he put his right hand in my shorts and I felt his hand reaching my dick, I started panicking.
I also started precumming.
"Austin..." I whispered.
"Something's wrong, babe?"
