My First Year in College - Chapter 21

MY FIRST YEAR IN COLLEGE

Chapter 21: ZYROX

You might think that after an evening spent eating my best friend’s asshole and sucking his fat cock, things would have gotten awkward between Austin and I, but we were way past this point.

The next day, we simply returned to our routine.

It had been an exotic birthday present, but it did not mean anything.

At the very least, Austin did not seem fazed by it, and I kept my own feelings to myself.

In April 2022, we were quite busy anyway and we had less time to hang out together.

Football season was at its peak and Austin was training constantly, while I was trying hard to make it through the semester after the chaotic winter that I had.

Believe it or not but I was actually spending a lot of my free time in the library... I needed to seriously study if I wanted to pass my exams.

Besides, Austin started to date again.

His most recent girlfriend was a cheerleader and, to my own surprise, I was kind of seeing someone as well.

After a few weeks of innuendos and teasing, Steve actually asked me on a date.

Me, nerdy Tyler, going on a proper date!

Who would have thought?

I was not too sure at first but the Grindr hook-ups were getting old, and Steve was one of the hottest guys in campus. I could hardly pass the offer.

He was also pretty laid back which was exactly what I needed at the time.

We went to eat at a pizza place and we had a nice time there.

Honestly, I could hardly comprehend why the bisexual wrestling jock would be interested in me.

We had sex right after our first date, a couple weeks after my nineteenth birthday.

As Steve was previously sharing his room with Gary, he now had the room for himself. He fucked me smoothly on his tiny single bed and I enjoyed every moment of it.

Steve was an intense but affectionate lover, blessed with a big and highly-driven black cock. There were lot of kisses and caressing involved.

He was gentle and it was a whole new kind of experience for me after Fletcher and the meaningless one-night stands.

That being said, Steve had not lied when he had mentioned his foot fetish before.

The second time we had sex, I made him cum while he was licking my soles and sucking on my toes. He could go crazy as soon as I was offering him my feet.

That was empowering in a way.

We did not promise each other anything but the sex was good and we ended up sleeping together in his small dorm bed a couple of times.

Could this become a serious thing?

I was talking about it often with Austin, partly because like most straight guys, Austin seemed fascinated with gay sex, and partly because I was trying to make my roommate jealous.

I was maliciously happy to tell him all about how I had pleased Steve the night before.

Austin was eager to know more and frustrated at the same time.

"At least, Steve does not shut his eyes when I suck his dick!" I said once, getting real with my roommate.

"Maybe, but from what I recall, my dick and my asshole were tasting particularly nice!” Austin snapped back at me.

I did not respond.

Austin knew that he still had the upper hand.

When May came, Steve and I officially started dating each other.

Steve assured me he would stop the bullshit sex parties with the frat guys and, just like that, I had my first boyfriend!

As we were spending more time together, Steve began to confide in me.

Since Gary had left, he was a bit lost and he told me that I had become his new constant.

My heart melted a bit. I could tell that he was growing feelings for me.

Later on, I let him cum on my soles while we were making out.

A modern love story, I guess!

Holding hands in public was something new to me.

With the weather getting hotter, we spent a week-end together at the beach and it solidified things.

I could see the looks while we played silly games in the water, we were both wearing flashy and skimpy speedos which did not leave much place for the imagination, and I was proud of my boyfriend, he was handsome, attractive, caring.

Was I falling for Steve? Honestly, I could not tell. But I think that he was very much into me.

We did have one problem though.

I was happy with Austin getting a bit jealous of Steve; however, I had not anticipated that Steve would be the one getting seriously jealous of Austin.

Apparently, I was talking about my roommate a bit too much while Steve and I were spending time together.

Shocking, I know!

Steve knew that Austin and I were very close, best friends even, but nobody knew we had done anything remotely sexual together.

However, Steve could not shake the feeling out of him that I was attracted by my hot roomie.

As you know, my boyfriend was right to worry…

The thing was, I liked Steve very much.

He had everything a gay man could hope for. He was checking all the boxes: his defined abs; his wrestler body (and the large variety of singlets which were coming with it); his beautiful dark light tone skin; his huge biceps; his chiselled thighs; his juicy dick; his hairy thick ass; his cute smile…

And maybe more importantly, Steve wanted me.

He was treating me right.

Still, in my mind, and probably in my dick and heart, no one could compare to Austin.

I could not let go of my obsession for my roommate.

Every time Austin and I would sleep in the same room and I would get to glance at his naked body, I was in awe.

I promised Steve that there was nothing between us, that Austin was 100% straight anyway. I promised that I did not care about him romantically and he was just a friend.

In the end, Steve had no choice but to accept it.

I was lying though.

Whether I wanted it or not, at the very first chance Austin gave me, I broke all of my promises. I was unable to resist him.

Austin came back to our room, blue balls after a night with his girlfriend at the time.

She was the second one this month alone and I could no longer keep track.

"This is not fair! When they're interesting, they just don't fuck!" He complained.

"Austin, you fuck girls pretty much every night..." I replied, jaded.

"Yeah... I penetrate them with my dick. But you know what I mean, Ty. They're not like really into it, like really craving it!”

"They’re not like me?" I teased him mischievously.

"Well, yes! Exactly!”

I was surprised that he admitted that.

He explained himself.

“You, the gay guys, you're just so good at it! You're not afraid of going all in!"

He sat on his bed, defeated, and he took his sleeveless tank-top off. It was warm outside and Austin was wearing more revealing clothes.

His chest was getting a bit hairier now, I liked that.

I decided to correct his little speech.

"You're wrong here, it’s not the gay guys who are good at sex, it’s just that your only experience fooling around with a gay guy is with me… And I am very good at it!”

I was semi-joking but Austin did not disagree with the statement.

"Maybe..." He conceded.

The conversation quickly moved on to the latest release of Garuto.

We always had strong opinions about our favourite fictional character and we argued on the necessity for Garuto to go back to ZYROX, his home planet, or to stay on Earth with his current love interest.

It was a silly argument until Austin told something which turned the conversation around.

"Tyler, you don’t get the point! Garuto is leaving for all the wrong reasons.”

"Man, I love you but you’re getting it wrong." I spontaneously said.

Shit.

The three words came out of my mouth out of nowhere, and I regretted using them instantly.

The harm was done and the cheerful atmosphere of the college dorm room changed into something heavier in a fraction of second.

Austin had duly noted the casual I love you, and, in fact, it was not so casual.

"You know Tyler, if you were a girl, you'd be my perfect match. I would fuck you. I would date you. No, I would even marry you!"

Is not it crazy how a few words can break and lift your heart at the same time?

I was taken aback by what he had just said.

"Stop with the bullshit, Austin. You could date the perfect woman if you really wanted to! Your only problem is that you go for the wrong girls. You don't want to appear as a perv so you always choose the good pretty innocent girls and then, you get bored with them."

"That's not true, Ty. I simply don't want to be like Tobias! I don't want to fuck around with crazy women. I just want a girl whom I can love during the day, and fuck roughly during the night."

I chuckled.

"Well... is not that every man's dream?"

"It's what you have with Steve, no?" He asked me.

I thought about it.

"Not really. First of all, you may have noticed, he’s a guy, not a girl. Second of all, I'm the one getting fucked mostly, not the other way around. And third... Well, he’s great, and the sex is great, but… I don't love him."

Once again, I had no anticipated being that real or sincere but the truth had come out.

I was not in love with Steve.

"Oh..." Austin replied.

I explained myself further.

"This is the part where I miss out. The love part, I mean. The sex is mostly good with the guys I meet, but I don't fall in love.”

Maybe I should have said it out loud that I was falling for him, right there, right then.

But I was not ready, not yet.

"Yeah... relationships are tough." Austin stated matter-of-factly, scratching his head, flaunting his hairy armpits.

"Austin, were you serious though? If I were a girl, you would date me? You would... fuck me?" I asked.

"Of course! Did that upset you?"

"Not at all. I mean... It's just that, at this point, you must know... You must be aware that I would love that. Right?"

He smirked.

"I kind of figured that you’d like me to fuck you, yes." He spoke.

"Of all the crazy shit that we did, I cannot believe that you never have actually fucked me in the ass." I responded with a cheeky smile.

We both laughed awkwardly.

“Too bad you don’t look like a girl or I’d smash that ass.” Austin said.

"You know, I could wear a dress, a wig, put some make up on... and become a girl! I’d let you fuck me as a girl.”

Honestly, I do not know what was up with me at this instant.

I was supposed to have a boyfriend, I did not particularly care for fantasies where I would be feminized, I had no idea where this idea was coming from.

But I saw an opportunity to have Austin for myself, and I just had to take it.

“Dude… Don’t tempt me like that.” He replied.

He was as puzzled as he was horny.

"You offered me a naughty present for my birthday last month. I could offer you a gift as well. Becoming the sex-doll of your dream. What would you think about that? Some gay guys do that, you know, wearing wigs and stuff! That way, we could…”

He did not let me finish.

"Okay! I’m in!” He shouted.

His eyes were now looking devilish.

“I will bring you some slutty outfits, you will wear them, and we’ll do it. I will fuck you, as a girl. No big deal! Just to try it.”

Those words may have hit me harder than the freaking car a few months earlier.

"I will fuck you", Austin had just said.

Was he for real?!

My phone rang. It was Steve. I had already missed a bunch of calls; we were supposed to meet up at a restaurant. I had totally forgotten.

Fuck…

I left in a hurry to join my boyfriend even though I had just planned to cheat on him with my straight roommate.

No need to lecture me, I am fully aware that I was a mess.

A selfish, ungrateful mess.

I apologized to Steve for arriving and he was gracious about it. I licked his feet when we were back in his dorm room to redeem myself.

In the following days, I thought that the crazy proposal of Austin fucking me was off because he did not mention it again.

I did not want to bring it up as I was not too sure of the idea myself.

Things were going well in my life, better than ever, and I did not want to ruin everything.

With some time to reflect, the idea of me dressing up as a woman to be fucked by my straight friend seemed more and more ridiculous.

Especially as Austin was putting a damn sock on the door knob every couple of days as he had found himself a new chick to bang.

I had given up on the idea completely when I came back from class about a week later, only to find a black box on my bed.

There was a hand-written note on the top of it.

"Ty, if you REALLY want this, then we'll do it tonight. After wrestling practice, I'll come back wearing the yellow singlet. Wear every single thing I’ve put in the box. If I come back and you are wearing all of it, that means that I can fuck you. Clear? Remember the safe word if you want to stop at any given moment: ZYROX."

This was really happening then.

If only I wanted to, of course.

My heart was beating fast in my chest.

I opened the box.

Austin had thought of everything, the sexy lingerie: a bra, a thong, some stockings and a black garter, the makeup: a very bright red lipstick, some eyeliners, mascara, even some contouring; a wig: blond and long, not a cheap one; and one thing I did not recognize at first, a glass object, it was a butt-plug.

I grabbed it, curious and amazed.

Austin must have spent the last few days arranging everything, from the butt-plug to coming up with the safe word, ZYROX, Garuto's home planet.

I was impressed.

I had mentioned the idea once and he had run with it, taking my sodomy very seriously.

My dear reader, I have always tried to be true to my story and sincere with you, so I'll keep doing so here.

If I very much enjoyed the humiliation part of sex: getting spanked, slapped, spat on, face fucked; I had never seen myself as a woman or entertained this fantasy.

However, I was 19, utterly and completely in love with my roommate, whether I was owning up to it or not, he was stunning, and he had offered to fuck me.

What would have you done in my place?

I locked myself in the room and awkwardly, I started to change.

My make-up was poorly done despite the YouTube tutorials and the effort I put into it.

It looked so easy when the girl was doing it on the screen but I looked ridiculous.

I spent ten minutes just to adjust the blonde wig. I could no longer recognize myself in the mirror but I cannot say that I had successfully turned myself into a hot girl.

After some fixing (I redid the entire make-up), I managed to obtain something that I was semi-okay with but clearly, this took a lot of work for a not very remarkable result.

At best, I looked like a trashy transvestite Pornstar.

Wearing the lingerie and stockings was an experience in itself and maybe, this was the thing which got me the most into my new role: Austin's sex doll. The part of a lifetime.

The thong I sort of liked; it made me feel slutty.

Nowadays, I sometimes wear male-thongs to spice things up with my husband.

I received a text around 10:30 PM, from Austin.

"Wrestling should be done in 30 minutes. If you want to do what we said, you should write to Steve that you’re going to sleep now so he goes directly to his room when we come back from practice."

Too taken by the task at hand, I had not even considered my boyfriend.

But once again, Austin had thought it through and we needed to take care of this. I mean, of Steve.

A bit uncomfortable and a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, I texted Steve.

"Hi baby, I'm finally done with homework and I’m exhausted, I'm off to bed now. Hope practice is going well. Sleep tight."

Less than two minutes later, I got a new text.

"Sleep tight. Don't dream too much about me, baby.”

I felt bad. I looked at myself in the mirror.

What the fuck was I doing with my life?

For a split second, I thought about removing my make-up and the silly wig, but how could I? I was about to get everything I had dreamt of.

It had been nearly nine months of anticipation.

And then I waited. In my slutty attire. I went back to the box and read the note again.

"Wear every single thing I’ve put in the box.” It said.

I looked back inside the box and the glass butt-plug was there. Of course, I needed to wear that thing too.

I hesitated for a few seconds and then proceeded to insert the plug in my tight asshole. I was no longer a virgin but I had never used one of those before. This should not be rocket-science, I thought.

I lubed my asshole a bit and started to push the plug slowly. It felt good. I pushed some more.

I felt some resistance at one point but then, it was only pleasure, the butt plug was fully in and I started jerking-off.

I waited some more. I had to save myself.

I spent a lot of time figuring the best position to welcome Austin in. On my knees? Sitting on the bed? Standing? Facing the other side of the room? Laid back with my legs in the air to expose my ass?

The wait was unbearable.

At times, I regretted the whole thing, I thought Austin would laugh at me... At other times, I was so impatient, I just could not wait to become his sex-toy.

Finally, I heard them, the both of them! Steve and Austin were in the hallway outside.

That was messed up, Steve was living in the dorm room right next to ours. What if he saw me like that? My stomach hurt.

The door opened but thankfully, Austin was by himself. And I was on my knees, on the carpet, unrecognizable.

Austin’s jaw dropped. He quickly shut the door behind him.

"Do I look good?" I stupidly asked, full of apprehension.

I started turning around.

I bent over as much as possible so he could see the butt plug coming out of my asshole, pushing the thin string of the red thong that I was wearing.

There was no turning back now that I had gone this far. I was Austin’s slut; his fantasy came to life.

"Fuck!" was Austin's sole response.

I remained on all fours, but I turned my face to glance at him, standing behind me.

Austin had a look that I had never witnessed on him. Pure horniness and excitement.

He almost ripped out the sweatshirt he was wearing and a few seconds later, he was walking in the bedroom, wearing only his yellow singlet, checking me out under every angle.

"Fuck!" he repeated while he was inspecting me.

I did not dare to talk. I did not dare to move. The sexual tension was through the roof.

He kept on pacing around me. Austin seemed unsure of what to do next. I lifted up my eyes for a few seconds and again, I was in awe.

Austin was fully hard under his singlet, his monster cock completely stuck against the fabric.

I smiled. He noticed it, and he smiled as well.

"You like that?" He asked, grabbing his huge cock.

Well, he could only hold part of his cock, it was just too big.

"I love it! I want it!" I replied, stating the obvious.

He started to jerk himself off through the fabric.

This lasted for a few minutes and then, he went to sit on his bed, I was still on the floor, awaiting further instructions.

At some point, he asked in his more usual tone.

"Are you sure you're okay with that Tyler? You know the safe word? Zyrox?"

It was odd to hear his normal voice. We were back at being Tyler and Austin, at least, for a brief moment.

"I know the safe word. But I’m far from wanting to say it, Austin. I want this. You want someone to play with, to fuck hard, and I want you to fuck me. Let's do this!”

I was surprised by my own confidence. I was so often unsure of myself, but there, I was certain, I wanted him.

"You want me to fuck you?" His voice changed again, manlier than ever.

I was trembling in anticipation.

"Yes. I want you to fuck me!"

"I can use you any way that I want, right?”

"Yes, Austin."

I spread my ass cheeks so he understood that I meant business.

"Can I spank you?"

"I beg you to!"

SMACK.

The first spank came in fast. His firm hand smashing against my bare ass.

SMACK.

The second spank. Harder, against my right cheek.

He meant business too. I could feel my ass cheeks turning red.

"You like that, bitch?"

I felt my hard dick coming out of my thong while he said that.

"I do! I want more! Please…" I begged.

He growled:

"I know what you fucking want, slut."

He spanked me again. He repeated this several times until I felt tears coming up in my eyes. My mascara was dripping.

He looked at my face, satisfied.

I knew from the very first time we had watched porn together he was weirdly excited by seeing a girl tearing up.

Again, as fucked up as this might sound, I was just happy to please him.

He grabbed my chin. I thought he was about to kiss me. I thought I was about to experiment paradise in the shape of his lips. He did not. He spat on my face instead.

I was shocked and hastily moved my face away. His saliva was dripping on my lips.

The real Austin came back instantly. The roleplay was suspended.

"Sorry! Shit! Are you good, Ty? I didn’t mean to…”

I reassured him right away.

"I'm all good, Austin. I haven’t said the safe word, have I? I was just surprised, that's all.”

He looked unsure but his cock was as hard as mine.

“Ty… I want to make your feel good.”

"Go ahead then, make me feel good. You’re right, I’m your bitch tonight!”

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, showing him that I was ready for more.

Austin grinned and moved closer to my ass.

He did not slap me anymore. He started to play with it. Spreading my ass cheeks, almost giggling like a kid as he was doing so.  

"Did you enjoy my gift? The butt plug?" He was now touching it.

"Yes, I did! I do, very much."

"It suits you well…”

"Play with it!" I begged. "Fuck me with it."

Maybe this was all that we were, adults playing around with new toys, experimenting.

"Sure, you’ll get your fucking and your dicking, but I want you to push the plug out of your ass first! I want to see that!"

I heard the genuine excitement in Austin’s voice and I gladly obeyed.

I had been holding that thing in my ass for almost 45 minutes at that point. I pushed the plug out with a sigh of relief; my dick was getting very hard.

"What a view... Amazing!" Austin cheered me on.

I was proud of myself.

His dick was leaking precum abundantly through the fabric of his wrestling singlet. He was so fucking sexy.

I had met Austin nine months prior and I immediately thought he was the hottest guy I had ever seen in my entire life, but since then, he had become even sexier, fitter, hairier, more masculine.

He was now a full-grown man, a super-star in our campus. How could I not look at him? How could I not have been obsessing over him?

He played with the butt plug in my ass for a little while and I started moaning.

The dirty talk continued as we got more and more comfortable with each other.

"I want to lick it!" I said while turning around to face him, staring right at his obscene and wet bulge.

Austin started to take off his singlet but I stopped him mid-through.

"No, I want to lick the cum through the fabric!" I specified.

Austin was stunned for a second but then, gave me a cheeky smile.

He looked down at his own dick, precum was indeed piercing through the fabric.

"Here you go, baby."

He grabbed the hair of my ridiculous wig and lead me to his crotch, guiding me to his beautiful hard cock.

All I could think about was that he had just called me Baby.

I licked everything off from the singlet and I could feel his rod throbbing behind the fabric.

Then, I put my hands underneath the singlet so I could grab his warm cock. It was so hot.

I started to jerk him off. I was fully erected myself.

I noticed that I had left some lipstick on the singlet, I forgot that I had this stupid red colour on.

At some point, he had to stop me.

Austin was about to cum and he needed a break. We sat on my bed and we drank some water.

He could slap me one second, and then, we could have a drink and joke around. I could rim his ass one night, and the other day, we could play some tennis as friends. We truly were a good match.

"Do you want to suck my dick?" He finally asked, still wearing his dirty singlet but almost totally uncovering his hairy chest now.

"You know that I do!"

Austin got entirely naked, offering me a strip show as he was undressing.

He slowly flaunted his sweaty body until he revealed the monster rising between his legs, a slab of meat that I had been craving for months.

I had seen it before. I had sucked it before.

But this time, it was different.

I went on his dick and I made sure to give Austin the best blowjob of his damn life. I licked his large tool, his hairy balls, and then I started to deep-throat his shaft. I had more experience now; he was no longer my first rodeo.

Austin was tasting so fucking yummy!

I could hear him moaning already.

It just motivated me to go harder. I went back and forth on his dick, playing with my saliva, looking up at Austin.

He did not need to shut his blue eyes to enjoy the moment anymore, he was directly staring at me now, or at the very least, he was staring at the feminized version of myself.

He started to face fuck me at some point, holding my wig and my face in his hands.

His cock was so huge. Bigger and thicker than Steve’s and any of my Grindr hook-ups.

No word could describe how intense, how sexual, how bestial, how fantastic, how crazy it felt having Austin's dick ramming my throat.

I felt some cum coming out of my own dick as he was pouring precum in the back on my throat.

The dirty talk continued:

"You like that, bitch? Having my big dick deep inside of your throat!"

"Yefff" I tried to say, my mouth full.

After getting enough of my face, Austin laid down on his bed and lifted his legs. I knew the position. I knew the drill.

"Now, eat your cake!" He ordered.

He did not need to ask me twice.

It could not say what I loved more: his asshole or his dick. I did not choose and played with both!

I rimmed him for maybe twenty minutes, giving him some break from jerking him off from time to time as he was often on the verge of cumming.

I kissed his birth marks on his hairy cheeks. How could he hate them?

"You’re so beautiful." I spoke, sincerely.

"Hum... baby.... Keep on eating that ass..."

I spat on his hole and went at it again. Fucking his anus with my tongue. I went even deeper than last time, tasting his insides.

"Eat my balls, take them all in your mouth!"

They were full. And they were huge. A real feast.

His 9.5 inches of meat were fully erected and I knew that Austin was going crazy for me.

I bobbed up and down. I was insatiable.

“Easy, Tyler… I… I’m gonna nut…”

He could not cum. Not yet.

He had something really important to do before that.

"I think it's time." I muttered.

"For what?"

I knew that he knew exactly what I meant.

This cheeky fucker wanted me to say it.

I did.

"Fuck me."

He nodded yes, the biggest smirk on his face, his cock twitching at the thought.