My First Year in College - Chapter 16

MY FIRST YEAR IN COLLEGE

Chapter 16: Doing a Martin

"I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A FAG."

My mind went all over the place.

My life was over.

Austin knew!

He had always known.

I started to sob like a little child.

Did Ryan tell him something? About me being gay? They were in a car together for hours, maybe he would have mentioned walking on me jerking-off to gay porn? No, he would not have...

Or maybe Ryan had mentioned Anna’s profile? And Austin would have matched the pieces of the puzzle together?

No, Mallory was there too.

There was no way Ryan could talk about his secret Instagram account in front of her.

Or maybe, Austin just knew that I was gay, not from Ryan but from the staring... the creepy stalking, or worse... from the touching... Maybe he remembered New Year's Eve?

Why did I have to act like such a creep that night?

But then, how could he know Anna was me? Did I say something in the conversation? I almost betrayed myself several times while I was catfishing Ryan...

Shit!

I could not go through the conversation again to check because Austin had blocked Anna's profile. Maybe it had something to do with the IP addresses?

"I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A FAG."

I was shaking.

He knew all along.

I needed to do something. Anything.

I picked up my phone, my hands shaking, and I called Austin. Either that or I would drive myself crazy.

To say what? Sorry I tried to catfish you? Sorry I touched you in your sleep? I was already regretting calling him when he answered.

"Yo, Tyler, you could not wait until tomorrow to talk to me?"

I was crying over the phone but could not verbalize a word.

He did not seem mad. He seemed awfully normal actually.

"Bro, what's going on? Hello? Ty, are you okay?" He sounded more concerned now.

"Yeah... I..."

"What is it?"

He seemed surprised that I was crying. The man had just called me a fag. How could he act so normally?

“Tyler? What’s wrong? Do you need help?”

Then I realized my mistake.

He called Anna a fag, the fake profile. Not me.

I hung up.

When I read the phrase "I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A FAG" directed at me, I instantly thought that he had recognized me. I was the faggot in Austin's life. The one who had been obsessing over him for months.

But maybe...

I went back to the two videos I had just sent.

OH FUCK! That was it!

In one of the videos, Sofia/Anna had red nails, in the other, she had blue nails and a different haircut. I pretended the two videos were live!

Of course, Austin had realized I was a catfish at that moment; besides, he was probably suspicious since the very beginning, this is why he kept asking for a live cam session!

I was a total fool.

Austin caught a catfish. He understood a guy was using a fake girl profile. He did not catch me.

At least... not yet!

I deleted Anna's account immediately.

Austin tried to call me several times.

Damn, now I had made this phone call, crying. It was the most suspicious thing ever.

I did not answer, he texted me.

"Man, answer the damn phone!! I'm worried. What's going on?!"

I collected myself as best as I could and I called him back.

"I'm sorry… I shouldn’t have called you… It’s just… Sofia and I, it's already over. She did not want anyone to know about us and I wanted to have a more serious thing... She just ended it."

The explanation came out without thinking it through but it turned out to be the most perfect lie.

It was explaining my fake relationship with Sofia, ending it before the new semester started, and giving me a reason to cry over the phone.

"That bitch!" Austin said.

Maybe I should specify, he was not talking about me.

I said that I needed to be alone and never wanted to talk about "that bitch" again (that would also save me from further explanations), and Austin told me he would be there to change my mind the next day.

I bet that he would!

My dear reader, that evening was the last time in my life I ever catfished anyone.

Lesson learned.

I played too much with the fire.

This time around, I got lucky. But on so many occasions, my brother or Ty could have caught up to me.

Actually, one of them eventually did catch me. But more on that later.

On the first evening back on campus, the guys (Austin, Gary, Martin, Henry, Steve, and Luis) and I sat down together retelling our holidays.

I was happy to share Austin's embarrassing drunk stories from New Year's Eve. Although, I did not mention stripping him while he was passed out, nor our interrupted masturbation session.

We had a nice time.

Once most of the boys started to talk about football again, Gary and I called it a night and we went to bed.

During the first week of the second semester, I barely saw Austin even though we would now text each other constantly, like best friends do.

His football practices were taking a lot of his time, and since he broke up with Ashley, he had registered for some more activities: swimming and wrestling...

As if he was not already hot enough?

Steve and Austin were now wrestling together once a week and this thought alone was enough to keep me awake at night.

They were objectively two of the sexiest men of the entire campus.

This time apart from my roommate did help me focus, as I was committed to start fresh and to be more attentive to my classes this semester.

The latest incident with the catfish had convinced me that I needed to work on controlling my urges.

When Austin was sleeping in tight underwear or naked next to me, I would merely look and instead, direct my thoughts on tennis practice or homework.

No need to worry my dear reader, I had not completely lost my mind, of course, I still peeked at his morning woods and sweaty armpits.

The man was a perfect Adonis, it would have been a crime not to look!

Thankfully, Janice was there to keep me right on track.

Austin and Ashley were now very vocally hating each other and they could not be in the same room together, but their break-up felt like a mini break-up for Janice and I since we had been spending a lot of time together.

Admittedly, we had grown close together while we were the official third and fourth wheels of Austin and Ashley's relationship.

Since the two love-birds were no longer talking, Janice and I were finding moments to hang out just the two of us.

Janice gave me more details on what had happened the night of the end of the semester party. It was still a very sensitive subject for Austin and I had not bothered him with that.

Just like he did not talk to me about Sofia.

Anyway, Ashley drank a lot and ended up making-up with a sophomore, a certain Brandon, not even that cute, right in the middle of the dance-floor.

According to Janice, it was a coping mechanism for Ashley who felt trapped in the relationship since Austin had moved in her room. She wanted an out and she had found it.

To be trapped in a relationship with Austin, I would give anything but I did not say that to Janice.

Instead, I faked understanding the psychology behind Ashley's behaviour.

On a Thursday night, a couple of weeks after the start of the new semester, Austin came back to the room very late, at around 2 AM.

I knew there could be only one good reason for him to return from football practice that late: a post-training fuck session with the frat guys.

I did not ask any question though.

But maybe this had triggered something because, the next day, Austin was very in the mood to jerk-off to some porn together.

It had been weeks and I happily obliged.

"You know what your big brother told me on the ride after the New Year?" He asked, while I was stroking his dick in front of a Latino girl shoving a dildo up her ass.

"You’re scaring me..." I replied, being truthful.

"We shouldn’t worry about jerking each other's off! He said it was almost mandatory among roommates when he was in college."

He laughed, making his hard cock throb a bit under my fingers.

"Ah..." I said, remembering the deep embarrassment of that morning when he had caught us.

"He said that he did much worse. Did you know about that?"

I had a hard time to focus as Austin was caressing my balls while casually talking about my big brother.

“I don’t know…”

"He told me that he was sucking his roommate’s dick all the time when they were both singles, the nights when they could not get any girl!"

I gulped.

“Really?”

"You know, just to help him get a good release with his mouth! Always better than a hand!" Austin continued, smirking.

Was he proposing something to me?!

I looked at him, I was quite stunned.

"Relax, man!" He spoke. "I did not ask you to do a Martin on me!"

"Doing a Martin" was our new name for a very sloppy blowjob or deepthroat. We had coined the phrase when Martin had told us another one of his blowjob stories with a waitress, he had skull-fucked the girl in the restrooms of a restaurant.

I continued jerking him off.

A lot of thoughts were battling in my head.

How did I want to play this? Why would my brother say that to Austin? To put me in an uncomfortable position or... maybe, to help me? To help me get what he knew I really wanted?

I should offer Austin to suck his dick. Now.

But it was too late, Austin was already ejaculating on his slightly hairy abs and on my wrist.

Fuck, I was just too good at stroking him!

I was a bit taken aback but the sight of his cum was always sufficient to make me blow my load. Austin removed his hands and I jizzed on my stomach.

We went to bed, once again sleeping in the nude.

I wondered.

Had I just missed the opportunity of a life time?

As the days passed, I thought that I did because if Austin did not make any more reference to a potential blowjob.

Maybe he thought that he had shocked me?

On the contrary, he had implanted a seed in my brain and, knowing me, it was obvious that I could not let it go until I would have successfully deep-throated his monster cock!

On January 27th, we all celebrated Austin's 19th birthday.

I had bought him a new wrestling singlet. He was new to the sport and had to borrow his singlets from Steve for each of his class.

As you can imagine I had picked the most revealing one I could find, bright yellow, with as little as fabric as possible. I could not wait for him to try it on.

As usual, the evening started to get wild with the guys.

Crowded in Gary and Steve's room, we started to play a game of truth or dare.

"Martin?" Gary started.

"Truth."

"Did you ever sleep with a woman over the age of 50?"

"Damn right I did! And it was great!" Martin bowed down, proud of himself.

Everyone else applauded or fist bumped him.

"Keep your mommies away, guys!" Shouted Luis to warn us all.

Most guys got a good laugh, although, I was pretty sure nothing would stop Martin to actually fuck one of our moms.

"Steve?" Asked Martin.

"Dare!"

"Run naked through the hallway!" Martin commanded. "Now!"

"I am not surprised you want to see me naked, Martin! I saw your looks in the locker-rooms after practice!"

It was pretty ironic for Steve to say that as he was the one who seemed to stare at everyone else in our shared bathroom. I thought of the many times I got to see his boner in the past few weeks only.

My ears went a little red… and my cock got a little stiffed.

"Yes, Steve... if you say so... Now, take off those clothes!" Martin could have a very authoritarian tone.

He made me think of Professor Fletcher in a way.

Wait, Professor Fletcher did say those exact words to me actually.

I smiled to myself while Steve peeled his clothes off, not even trying to hide his genitals.

He started running in the hallway with a huge smile on his beautiful face, his black flaccid cock flopping against his muscular thighs.

He put his underwear back on when he returned in the room.

Only his underwear though. Why bother to have more clothes on when you look like that?

Then, he stared at Austin.

"Birthday boy! Truth or dare?!"

"Dare." Replied Austin.

"I dare you to drink three shots of tequila out of Henry's belly button!"

Henry took his shirt off right away; This one was always too happy to show off his muscular smooth body!

I was hanging out with a bunch of exhibitionists.

"At least, he is shaved!” Gary pointed out. “Much easier than if it were on Martin".

Martin showed off his hairy torso with a smirk.

"Next time maybe." He winked.

You bet that I LOVED these parties among the guys.

Austin obliged and drank out of Henry's body. He did not leave a single drop.

"Henry." He spoke.

"Dare!" Henry shouted immediately.

"Payback time: Drink four shots out of Martin's belly button!"

"Fuck you, man!"

Martin was too glad to completely take off his shirt and present his hairy chest to Henry.

Henry seemed to be grossed out but he did not shy away, he sucked on the belly button. He confessed later that he had swallowed some hair afterwards.

Again, everybody was drunk and giggling.

"Tyler. Truth or dare?" Henry asked.

I knew that if I responded truth, I would probably have to lie but I was scared of the dare.

However, I would not mind drinking some alcohol of Austin's body so I went for it.

"Dare!"

"Wow, Tyler grew some balls during the holiday break!" Martin teased.

"Shut up." Austin said, defending me.

I just gave Martin the middle finger and everybody laughed.

It was all in good fun.

"Okay... I dare you to suck Austin's dick as a nice birthday present! I think the man of the hour deserves it!" Henry announced.

This was way out of line compared to the other challenges and way out of character for Henry. He was drunk, but still.

There were a few seconds of silence.

I looked at Austin.

His hand was actually approaching his zipper and his crotch, oh my god, were we doing this?!, when Henry said:

"Okay, maybe that's a lot for a first blowjob... You should suck Gary instead, more manageable."

Martin and Luis burst out laughing.

Not me though, and not Gary who complained.

"My dick is hard to manage as well... I mean... It is big!".

Austin, on my right side, kept on smiling but almost seemed disappointed that we did not go through with it.

"Come on, Henry, give me a real challenge, something doable." I pleaded.

"Okay, okay. Just suck on this banana then! But I want a beautiful deep-throat!"

"Great idea!" Encouraged Steve.

"Martin should be the judge of my banana sucking skills, then. He's the expert, right?" I said, daring the guys.

"Go ahead Ty, I'll give you a grade." Martin said imitating our strict English teacher. "Let's see if you can do a Martin properly."

Gary handed me a banana.

To be honest, I had already done that once or twice before, privately though, not in a room full of straight hunky college guys.

I agreed on the dare and I attempted to deep-throat the banana, under the hissing and applause of the guys.

Why should I care? I went straight for it!

Once I gagged, I pushed it back.

"I am impressed Tyler. I would give you a B+. You could have gone deeper but I salute the commitment."

Martin shook my hand while inspecting the saliva on the banana. A devilish look in his eyes.

"Martin." I spoke. "You have already used your truth, right? So, Dare?"

"Dare, sure! You can ask me anything!"

"Try to go deeper than me on that banana. If you can..."

There was some tension in the air.

"Sure, I'm not a pussy.”

He snatched the phallic fruit out of my hand, it was still full of my saliva, but Martin forced it down his throat right away, almost completely, a tear coming out of his eyes.

I was stunned.

We all were.

"SHIT!" Said Steve. "Wow, he really did go for it. It almost got me hard!"

Martin kept the banana in his mouth, almost challenging us all to laugh or to try to do better.

"Man, that's fine, you did it." I spoke. Impressed. Intimidated even.

Martin kept on going and only removed the banana from his throat twenty seconds later, when it was totally drenched with his slime.  

"The fucker!"

The challenges followed for almost half an hour until everyone was too drunk to understand the rules of the game. I know, the rules were pretty simple but we were also very drunk.

Luis, Gary, and Henry performed a ridiculous strip tease and a dance routine. Caramel, white and black favours, the three of them together looked delicious.

Later, Gary and Steve even had to make out and they weirdly seemed into it. They went for it hard, tongue and all!

When we got back to our room, Austin and I were both dizzy.

We struggled to open the door, both giggling like two teenagers.

"Happy 19th!" I shouted.

"Thank you, my friend!" He put his arm around my neck.

"I am sorry that you did not get a blowjob from a good slut for your birthday!" I hugged him.

He was undressing, getting fully naked.

I was too.

We were still semi hugging. The moment was getting deeply erotic.

"Well, Tyler... for your birthday, I'll think about getting you a hooker! I know you want to lick some bitches' ass very bad; I'll find a way to get you that!"

We laughed again. I was buzzing.

I was too drunk to think straight.

Literally, I thought very gay.

He was naked before me and for the first time ever, I touched his flaccid cock.

I wanted him so bad.

"I can sacrifice myself for the team." I said seriously, staring into his blue eyes, my hand on his cock.

Austin looked at me intensely.

Then, he understood where I was getting at.

"You think you'd know how?"

I was still sober enough to avoid mentioning what I had done with my Laws Professor to prove my skills.

"I guess it's not that complicated. I’ve already sucked on a banana after all".

He started touching his now semi-hard penis. He was grinning at me.

"Okay, wait."

He turned on the computer and launched a porn.

It was not the usual stuff we would watch. In a hurry, he clicked on the first video he saw, it looked like some movie from the nineties with very hairy guys and normal looking girls.

He lied down on his bed.

"Let me focus on the movie." Austin slowly got harder.

I was standing next to him in my boxer briefs. I was getting hard myself, despite the alcohol going through my body.

I knelt down. That did feel weird and Austin looked at me, a bit unsure.

I joked.

"I am about to pray the lord, don’t get any wrong idea.”

"Man... that's so fucked up." I did not move, but then he continued. "I'm hard, you can try!"

I leant over towards his big dick; I had never been that close.

I took a good look, appreciating the moment.

I had already seen his cock harder but it was better this way, I could ease it in my mouth while it was still a bit soft. I appreciated every vein, his big balls, his pubic hair.

I touched his dick with my hand first.

He was focusing on the porn on the computer but he moaned.

I played with the foreskin with my fingers, let the head out and, finally, I went in, started to suck the tip of it.

Austin moaned again.

Good Lord, my lips were wrapped around his cockhead.

I was now sucking his dick. Taking as much in as I could. I was hoping he would guide me with his hands in my hair but he was lying still, sometimes touching his dick with his own hand but never touching me.

I felt his tool growing inside my mouth. I touched his balls.

I was going crazy.

"Am I doing this right?" I asked.

"Shut up." He said abruptly. "I'm trying to picture you as a girl!"

As pathetic as this may sound, that broke my heart a little.

He could enjoy my mouth on his junks, only if he believed that it was not really mine.

It did not stop me though. This was just too good. He tasted too damn delicious. I went on him deeper, harder.

He moaned louder.

"Fuck, fuck…” He was panting.

I looked towards his face; his eyes were shut.

My own cock was leaking tons of precum on the floor. I was starting to really get into it, then I remembered I was supposed to be straight, and I slightly pulled back.

He let me go and kept stroking himself off with his hands for a while, still without opening his eyes.

"Thanks, bro! That was a nice birthday present!"

My eyes were teary, and not only because of the difficulty of gagging on his now well erected dick.

My feelings of lust, of love, of fear were overwhelming me.

He kept on jerking off.

"How did it feel?" He asked softly.

"Weird." I replied.

Instead of delicious. Instead of paradise. Instead of "I love you". Instead of "Fuck me in the ass now."

He opened his eyes and he realized that I was a bit distraught.

"Dude, are you okay? That's just a dick! You did not have to put it in your mouth!" He looked concerned now.

I smiled.

I was playing the role of the straight guy a bit too well, maybe.

"No, that's fine. We have to experiment! You told it yourself, my own brother did it with his friends, no big deal. I'll tell you what, I'll even finish the blowjob. I'll try to challenge me and go deeper. I'll do you a proper Martin! Then I'm counting on you to do the same thing to me on my birthday."

Austin did not answer but he shut his eyes again. Implicitly telling me to go for it.

I did.

I went on his dick all over again, this time trying to do a better job.

It was very thick, and it was longer than the only other dick I had ever had in my mouth. But I wanted it so bad. I let some tears rolled down my cheeks as I was pushing myself to swallow my roommate monster cock. It was now fully hard.

Actually, I had never seen it that hard. Nine point five inches of raw meat.

This time, I played with my tongue and bobbed up and down at a steady pace.

Austin was moaning louder and louder.

He placed his hands behind his own head, like he was relaxing and he let me finishing him off. I always loved when he put his hands like this. Showing off pecs, armpits and biceps.

I went on his dick even harder. Licking his head. I played with his balls at the same time. I spat on his shaft with the saliva forming in my mouth while I was gagging.

"FUCK!! That's fucking good!"

He could not hide his enjoyment anymore, some precum flew down my throat.

I was touching my own dick and I burst my loads, as my nose was touching his pubic hair. A large amount of cum fell on the floor.

I did not tell him about my ejaculation.  

The blowjob started to get even sloppier, I guess I was now properly “doing a Martin”.

"Tyler, be careful... I'm gonna..."

I did not stop.

"Tyler... Please…” He begged.

I went deeper as I ever had, fighting against my gag reflex with his rock-hard dick, in my throat.

“Dude, I’m gonna cum…”

I stayed deep.

What was meant to happen, happened.

Austin nutted inside my mouth.

In the surprise and excitement, I spat half of the cum on his thighs and abs.

I almost went to swallow the rest when Austin snapped me back to reality and said:

"So, sorry bro! I could not help it! So gross!”

With my mouth full of cum, I did say: "Happy birthday!"

He laughed.

Sadly, I knew what I had to do to keep up the appearances.

Did it still matter at this point? I had no idea but I wasted some more of that precious liquid. I spat some cum out of my mouth into the sink.

"Man... I don't know if I could do the same to you... I can jerk you off though? You made me cum so I should help you out." He offered.

I had already jizzed. A lot.

But Austin did not need to know that.

"No, that was YOUR birthday present. I'm too tired anyway."

"Ok, then..."

He was still visibly drunk.

He looked satisfied though.

He dozed off a few minutes later, naked on his bed, his semen sticking on his defined and slightly hairy abs.

The first time we jerked off side by side, I could not believe it and then, it became a habit.

The first time we jerked each other off, I could not believe it and then, it became a habit.

Could this blowjob become a habit too?

One closeted gay guy can only hope!