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 21: The Driver
I do not think that I have ever experienced the essence of a "Summer of Love", but I did live a "Winter of Love", and it all started in a hospital room.
After the attack at the club, the coma, the challenging first weeks of rehabilitation, the mixed feelings I had regarding the kidney transplant, I spent Christmas at the hospital, drained, exhausted, but ultimately... happy.
Who would have thought?
Austin, Janice and Ralph did the cutest thing by organizing our own Christmas celebration in my room. They had decorated it, brought food that I definitely was not supposed to eat, and they came in wearing tuxedos for the men, and a fancy red dress for Janice.
Ralph was definitely checking her out by the way, his eyes was glued to the back of her dress the entire time.
I did feel silly in my hospital gown. Thankfully, Ralph had brought me a bow-tie which he forced me to wear all evening.
I looked joyfully ridiculous.
Since Hassan was on call, he was invited to the party as well.
Honestly, it was one of the best Christmas' eves of my life. There was no awkward family reunion, just a few of the people that I loved around me, hours of telling jokes and updating me on the pop culture events that I had missed, and a visio-call with my brother and my nephews.
Mallory had dressed Noah in a tiny Santa Claus costume and it was the most endearing thing ever. He kept on waving at me on the camera.
Cassie had also dressed baby Lena for the occasion, she sent us a picture where she was disguised as a little snow-man, or rather, snow-woman!
Austin was with them on the 25th. I had pressed him that he should go even though Lena would not remember a second of it.
Later-on, she will be able to tell on the pictures that her daddy had travelled all across the country to be with there on her first Christmas.
No matter what we say to reassure ourselves, I think those kinds of things always matter in the end.
Romantically speaking, Austin and I were doing better than ever.
He was there for me through every (difficult) step of the recovery, and we had purged our relationship of all our dirty secrets and misunderstandings. I could tell that we were both being ourselves and we were so happy to have gotten back together.
Besides, we actively worked on our communication. We were making sure to hear the other one's point of view before making any decision, and we were accepting balanced compromises to respect our respective boundaries.
I know, right?! Very mature of us!
Meanwhile, our intimate and physical connection was certainly at its peak.
Once my libido had come back, there was no way to stop us from touching each other, hospital setting or not.
I needed to smell him, caress his skin, stroke his cock, feel his muscular body, kiss his lips...
Austin joining me in the bed after hours became a routine and the mutual jerk-off session was a daily occurrence. Unfortunately, I could not do much with very limited movement abilities, but trust me, we managed and we got creative!
One does not have to move around to get his ass rimmed or his cock sucked, right?! And Austin was more than willing to do both!
The feeling of his tongue buried deep in my asshole, I promise you, it was worth coming back from Heaven just for this! (Or whatever that place I had gone to during my coma truly was...)
As for my own mouth, it did not suffer from any incapacity.
Consequently, I could French-kiss my boyfriend all day long, and if he could succeed in bringing the right body part at the level of my lips, - it required some ingenuity with the tiny bed and the machines -, I could pretty much lick, slurp... and suck (!) on anything.
Practicing football and wrestling, Austin had always been very quick and precise with his moves, and he definitely knew how to be flexible when it meant that I would take care of his cock, or of eating his hole!
He was very gentle at first, pushing his wet cockhead against my lips slowly, but, as the days went by, I was capable to take more initiative. I played with Austin's nipples, licked his armpits, grabbed and sucked on his heavy balls.
I could tell he was keeping them full for me. I loved the feeling.
Being able to showcase my progress to Austin in the sack was a great source of motivation to give my best during the painful exercise sessions with Hassan in the day.
Talking about my favourite nurse, I had Austin's both hairy balls in my mouth -- and his nine inches cock slapping against my face -, when we got caught by Hassan for the first time.
Austin was weirdly standing on the bed, keeping his balance by leaning his left hand against the wall, while his right hand was put at good use, holding my face.
Thank God, it was Hassan who had gotten in the room at the wrong time and he bursted out laughing. He did ask Austin to come down from the bed.
"Austin, I may have to remove your visitation privilege!"
Fuck, I thought. It was like prison all over again!
But Hassan never followed through on his empty threat. I think Austin had talked with him and who could blame us? Libido was great news in the healing process.
Austin did not really care anyway. Getting caught had sent him to the edge and he had jizzed in my face at this crucial moment!
I was full red and my face coated with creamy cum while we were being scolded by Hassan.
No regret though.
After Christmas, I also spent New Year's Eve at the hospital, until finally, at the mid-January, I was discharged and went back home.
Austin and I had been caught a couple more times by other nurses since then and everyone was happy to see the "horny rabbits", or in the words of the crudest patients, the "fucking rabbits", leave the facility.
Apparently, we had been getting noisier during the last evenings at the hospital... What can I say? Austin is a dirty talker when I rim his ass!
Although, "fucking rabbits" was a not a very appropriate nickname as Austin had not actually fucked me since I had gotten out of my coma - my body was still not ready for this -, and I...
Well...
I had never, ever, fucked Austin in the ass.
Surely, I had tossed his salad times and times again, I had also given him some good old fingering, but my cock had never broken his beautiful athletic bum.
I was starting to get really obsessed with that pink asshole but the stars had never aligned on that one! It was the only remaining part of my boyfriend that was still resisting me.
I know what you are thinking, coma had not changed me that much... Sex was still occupying a very large portion of my brain! Men being men, I guess.
If you read this, you are probably not a prude yourself, right?!
So that I could come back home, Austin learned how to re-do my bandages with Hassan.
It was a bit awkward, - and admittedly somewhat arousing -, to be practically naked between the two of them as the nurse was showing my boyfriend the proper ways to disinfect the scars and apply new plasters.
I would have probably gotten hard if Austin had not been so clumsy at first, hurting me a lot each time he was removing a bandage.
"Sorry, babe!" He apologized.
"That's fine... You'll get the hang of it."
"I will!"
That happened a dozen of times but, to be honest, Austin never truly figured it out and never reached the professional level of Hassan. Thankfully, with the weeks going by, I was more and more able to take care of myself.
In any event, I preferred Austin to take care of my body in other ways... If you know what I mean.
I still had issues to walk for a long period of time and to move my left arm, also my kidney had to be closely monitored, but Austin was very present for me during this entire period.
Besides, Sergio and Allison were close if I ever needed any help at the apartment while Austin was at work. I also knew that I could ring Janice or Ralph at any time.
My chosen family really showed-up for me.
I believe that this is part of the reason why I have kept such a fond memory of this time which could have been a very difficult one. I felt cared for and loved like I had rarely ever felt before.
Finally, I had regained some weight and the main objective was to rebuild my muscle mass which was the longest, but also the most satisfying, part of my rehabilitation process.
In the years prior to the attack at the bar, and especially in prison, I had made physical exercise part of my routine and it had really become a way to centre myself and release the pressure. I had missed it very much while I was stuck in bed and I was therefore really glad to go back at it.
My brother, Hassan, Ralph and Austin had designed the perfect program so I could train without exhausting myself or pushing the sensitive parts of my body too much.
Recovery was not the only thing I was focused on though; I was working too!
Ralph and Sergio's platforms had blown up during my coma but their ascension was slowing down at this point, and I had many ideas to push the glass ceiling they seemed to have reached.
Running their social media pages and answering to the hundreds of messages left unanswered (especially on Ralph's page, he was definitely not good at answering his fans!) had the great advantage that I could work from home, and even literally from my bed.
I could tell that Ralph was not so keen of doing more videos, he loved the live-audience and performing strip-shows in front of an eager crowd but not so much the one-on-one with a camera.
Consequently, I was looking for gogo-dancing or stripping gigs and I had already a lead with a big club in Vegas which had contacted the "Nine Inches King" in one of the lost private messages.
My other occupation was to look for places to rent near Boston, where Cassie was living.
Austin's contract was ending in March and my goal was to surprise my boyfriend with the perfect place for us to move to on Valentine's Day.
I figured that showing my motivation and genuine desire to move back to the East Coast with him was the best thing I could offer to celebrate that special day.
Austin was now very careful about associating me with the decision of leaving. He even presented a couple options where he could live near Cassie's place halftime of the year to see his daughter, but be with me -- wherever I wanted to be -- for the rest of the year. In each case, we could still do back and forth between the East and West Coach throughout the year.
I was very appreciative of this because it meant that he had understood my frustration when I had come to the point of breaking-up with him.
The thing which had bothered me the most with the whole surprise pregnancy was that Austin had just assumed that I would follow him wherever he would go, while I would have never expected that from him if the situation had been reversed.
But frankly, I was fine with leaving Los Angeles. It was the place where I had lost my license to practice as a therapist, had gotten involved with a freaking drug dealer which ultimately sent me to prison, and where, finally, I had gotten stabbed in a bar's restrooms.
I was done with the city of angels; I had met way too much demons there.
