My First Year in College - Chapter 03

MY FIRST YEAR IN COLLEGE 

Chapter 3: Nightgown

Austin and I pretty much spent the whole afternoon and first evening on campus together.

The site was so vast that it took me several days to find my ways around it.

I had rarely a class in common with Austin who wanted to major in business. I learnt a lot about him on the first day, he was often more talkative than I was.

I was reassured that he seemed like a genuine nice guy.

We did have a share passion for manga and video games which helped breaking the ice.

However, very quickly, there was no doubt on his heterosexuality as his main topic of conversation revolved around the hotness of the girls who were passing us by. 

He was not a jerk about it as some of the college kids are, but still, our first day was filled with: "Wow, have you seen this one?"; “Damn, that girl knows how to wear a pair of jeans"; "I would leave my entire family and settle on planet Mars if this is what it takes to get in bed with that woman!"

I mostly nodded to whatever he was saying.  

When I felt like he might think that I was no sufficiently interested in girls, I would add a comment myself: "And have you seen her friend? She was hot too!"

Then he would reply: "Perfect, if you prefer her friend, you can take the brunette and I'll take the blond."

In reality, the only hot thing I was interested in was Austin's vein running though his contracted biceps and his hard nipples peeking through the tight and sweaty grey tee-shirt that he was wearing.

But this, he did not need to know.

On the first evening, the students from Building C gathered in the living space behind the lobby and everyone got a chance to meet.

Building C welcomed 48 students in total.

The first floor was the nicest with a large space to chill with sofas, couches, nice rugs, and a big TV.

Right beside the lounge area was a dining room that felt like a high school cafeteria filled with tables and chairs. Laundry room was in the basement and some guys had installed a couple of gym equipment there, with a few weights on the floor and a punching ball.

Second and third floors were welcoming girls, fourth and fifth, guys.

That was only the theory though, as throughout the year, a lot of people switched rooms and floors to get with their current girlfriends or boyfriends, more or less officially.

From the first night, Austin did get a lot of attention, especially from one attractive blond girl, who purposely sat next to him on the sofa.

She seemed to find Austin hilarious...

Between you and I, Austin was hot but he was not that funny!

The evening was going well until one of the guys from the fifth floor started to ask if anyone had already done some various sexual acts... It was all nice and fun until we came to the gay stuff and I felt myself blushing.

The blond hottie who was chatting with Austin said she had already French kissed many of her girlfriends.

Austin jokingly replied that: "obviously, I had to jerk my mate off once or twice after football practice!"

"It's just common courtesy!" Another hot guy added, grinning.

That guy name was Henry, he was black, and one of the tallest and fittest guys of the group. He was wearing a golden earing, and seemed to be constantly smiling or laughing.

Henry looked more like a 30 years-old rather than a 19 years-old and my eyes kept on moving slightly towards his big ass, or alternatively towards his bulge, clearly showing, even through the fabric of his blue jeans.

After a while, we went back to our respective dorm rooms and Austin could not stop talking about Ashley, the blondie.

The main question of the night remained: Was he kidding when he talked about jerking off his teammates in the locker room?

Maybe he was joking but, in my mind, I could picture the scene very clearly.

Austin grabbing two of his mates' cocks, one of each side of him, jerking them both simultaneously, while himself was handled by a fourth guy, on his knees, licking his balls and jerking his huge dick while it was producing a large amount of precum.

I must admit, in that fantasy, that fourth guy was me!

We were about to go to bed when I started to get anxious again.

I had brought some pyjamas but would that be too nerdy? What exactly is the appropriate outfit to wear when you sleep in the same room as a guy you have just met? A nightgown maybe? I smiled to myself at the ridiculous idea.

Austin did not seem bothered at all.

He took off his tee-shirt, sneakers, and socks only seconds after coming back to our room, and he started brushing his teeth shirtless while checking himself out in the mirror.

Should I start by licking the bottom of his feet, directly sucking his toes, or go for the slightly hairy nipples first?

To understand the creepy behaviour that I would showcase later on, you have to visualize how insanely-good-looking Austin’s chest was.

Nobody in my high school had a body like that.

Austin was not kidding with his football practice and his upper body was the closest thing I had seen to a work of art. He was lean, athletic, and got dark hair in all the right places: just around the nipples, right between his v line (damn.... That treasure trail...), and those pits.... I could have drowned in those!

The guy was merely impossible to resist.

I had met a lot of hot guys during my first day on campus but no one compared to Austin.

I really did get paired with the best one!

Do you see the problem, dear reader? See how I treated Austin like a collection object already?

I did not "get" the best one, I did not "get" anything at all. Just a new way of torturing myself with a straight guy I could never have.

I quickly changed my shirt for a tank top, and changed my jeans for a pair of grey pyjamas.

No nightgown in sight but the perfect virgin look...

On his side, Austin simply threw his jeans on his chair and went to bed still wearing his white Calvin Klein underwear.

I could not resist to catch a glimpse of his bulge while he was rearranging his bed, and damn it, it was actually huge, his foreskin visible quite clearly through the thin fabric.

That confirmed what I saw when we first met: Austin's dick was way above average.

Also, some pee and/or precum stains were still visible right near the head of his cock.

Please Lord, let me clean that up with my tongue! I promise that I would do an excellent job.

Austin would sleep in his undies and I would slip in my pyjamas like the uncomfortable nerd that I was.

Austin did not make any comment though.

We forgot to shut the window blinds and thankfully, the moonlight was making it possible to have a good view of the room... and of my roommate, even during the night.

I must have drifted off to sleep because when I looked back at Austin in the middle of the night, he was no longer fully under the covers, and was no longer wearing his white boxer briefs either.

Still no nightgown though.

He was wearing more ample and longer underwear, probably to give his dick and balls more freedom. They surely needed some space!

His new pair of underwear, featuring ridiculous yellow ducks on a sky-blue font, was semi hidden by the blankets. One of his legs and his right foot were coming out of the covers.

All of his being looked delicious.

I had to refrain from crawling towards him and start licking his body off. I would have started from his toes and find my way up to his crotch.

The room was hot and he was sweating a bit.

Sure, the bulge in the Calvin Kleins was nice but the possibility of anything slipping out of the looser underwear was much higher. Consequently, I was plenty satisfied with this new choice of clothing.

Although, that also meant that I could not sleep at all that night. What if I missed the moment where Austin's dick would finally be fully visible?

I just could not risk it. I had to keep my eyes opened.

Austin was sleeping quietly, sometimes snoring a bit.

Every time he would make the slightest move, I would stop my breathing hoping that the underwear would position itself in a way that would make me see everything, or at least something...

Pray the Lord I get to see the tip of that monster cock.

I was getting desperate.

After forty minutes, maybe an hour, he turned back to sleep on his chest.

The underwear did move a bit, sliding inside his crack, and his ass, paler than the rest of his body, was almost showing completely, tempting me.

I could even see some hair coming from his ass crack at the edge of his underwear.

Appetizing. 

I somehow fell back asleep when I opened my eyes, just a few hours later, daylight was giving me a much better view of Austin.

And what a view!

A full tent had formed in his loose underwear. His morning boner was fucking majestic! Now that I had a clearer sight of his anatomy, I was certain that his erected dick was at least 8 inches. Crazy!

Austin looked rock hard under his pants.

That was not surprising. After all, and because of my unexpected arrival, the guy had not been able to cum the day before and obviously, tension had been building up in those massive balls.

How many dreams did he have about Ashley? Was he currently thinking of fucking her? In the ass maybe? Maybe he was more interested in her wet pussy? Or her mouth... wide open?

I would open mine... I would push myself and try to swallow it all, until my nose would be smashed against his his pubic hair... I would struggle with such a huge cock... But I would deep-throat Austin until I choke and cry my eyes out.

He deserved that.

I lurked at his underwear merely hiding his huge dick, fully erected, for maybe an hour.

I was enjoying every slight throb. His right hand sometimes would come near it, sometimes the cover would hide most of the view.

At some point, I thought he was about to start jerking off as his hand came dangerously close to go inside his underpants but he was still sleeping. At most, he scratched his pubic area a bit...

Still, this was more erotic and arousing than any porn I had ever watched.

I could see pearls of sweat on his abs and then again, a hard throb, like a dangerous snake coming alive in his pants. Wow, what the hell was he dreaming about?

I was deeply staring at his XXL bulge when I heard a horrifying:

"Mornin', my friend!”

My face got instantly red.

Fuck; I would have to learn to play it cool. I pretended to be half asleep myself.

"Hello, roomie… You awake?"

"Yes, well, I guess I’m awake. We’re having a conversation!" He said jokingly.

Ashley was right, Austin was definitely hilarious...

I semi-laughed.

Austin was now fully under the covers, except for his arm placed behind his head, making his biceps so fucking big and giving me the perfect view of his armpits.

Between the dick and the armpits, it was hard to say what I was craving more.

To be honest, I could have settled for every inch of Austin's body that he would have let me have.

"I think I'm gonna take my shower now." Austin said, getting up.

His tent had disappeared but I could still see some sort of a bulge, even in that ample underwear.

He casually put his hands in his ridiculous ducks’ underwear and scratched his balls, looking at me.

I was hypnotized.

As his hand reached for his balls, I got a full view of his dark pubic hair.

"Wanna join?" He proposed.

Wait, did he just invite me to have a shower with him?!

Sad truth was: I was so hard at that point that I could not possibly get up without him noticing the morning glory.

"Hmmm, I think, I'll still try to sleep some more and I’ll go behind you." I replied.

"Behind me! Ahah, you cheeky man!"

Damn.

Why would he say that? He did just make a joke on the fact that I was gay right? Or maybe it was just friendly banter between roommates? Did he catch me lurking during the night?

Who knew?

Austin grabbed his towel, took some clothes from a drawer, bending over to reach them, and head out.

I was instantly regretting my persistent looks. Why did I need to be such a perv? Could not I have left a hot straight man alone?!

I could still feel my precum dripping in my pyjamas.

What a creep. My thirst for Austin was literally leaking out of my dick!

Austin came back in the room only a few minutes later, still wet from his shower, fully naked and only wrapped up in his towel.

"Sorry, impossible to change in there, someone was having a shit and two other guys were fighting for a shower stall. You mind if I change here?"

I did not mind. At all.

"No, go ahead." I replied.

"Don't look at my ass though, you freak!” He smiled.

I turned around to face the wall, he spoke again and seemed genuinely surprised.

"Dude, that's fine. I mean, I don't care! You don't have to actually turn around. I was only kidding."

Was I supposed to purposely look at him now? Fuck. What the hell are we supposed to do in those situations? I should have gotten some advice on how to do "banters between straight guys" before attending college! 

"No that's ok, I'll give you some privacy.... But what you just told about the bathroom makes me not want to go." I replied.

"Well, yeah, it will probably smell like shit but, dude, you cannot not shower for your first day of class!"

I turned around as he was finishing dressing up and putting some anti-perspirant on his pits. Damn, he was so attractive.

And he was also right. I needed to shower.

I got up and headed to the bathroom myself.

At first, it seemed empty but I heard someone showering in the first stall. The second one had the door removed, but the third stall seemed available.

I entered and start pissing in the shower drain.

To this day, the first piss in the shower in the morning is still one of my favourite feelings in the world. There was some precum in the mix, consequences of the night I had just had.

I heard the other guy coming out of his stall as I was starting getting hard again, rethinking about Austin's bulge. I could write a book about that bulge.

Wait... I literally am writing a book dedicated to that bulge!

I needed to have a wank or I could never survive this day.

Still hard, I started to touch my dick slowly. I was now picturing myself sharing the same bed as Austin, kissing his lips, touching his hard cock through his underpants.

I started to jerk off more intensely when another guy entered the bathroom and the two students started having a conversation.

I stopped my wanking session; they were talking about their class, it was distracting.

I think that one of them was Henry, the sexy and tall black guy that I had met the night before, the other one I could not recognize.

They were both changing in front of each other, I could hear them joking about the size of their respective junks.

Apparently, Henry was HUGE.

That year was going to be hard, in every sense of the word, for poor closeted Tyler.

The water was getting cold and I needed to get out. I dried myself a bit with my towel and put my boxer briefs on before going out of the stall.

Henry was wearing red shorts, showcasing his muscular and smooth body, almost perfectly shaven, and the other guy was trimming his furnished black beard in front of the sink, only wearing a poorly-wrapped towel.

I did not know his name; he was quite fit as well, not as perfectly shredded as Austin or Henry, definitely bulkier than them, closer to a rugger body-type.

He was broad, muscular, and incredibly masculine.

Him too looked much older with his thick black hair running through his entire body, including his back.

I had rarely ever met someone this hairy.

His towel was so low I could actually see the beginning of his bush, as well as his ass crack.

Fuck me. I felt my dick twitching right away.

"First time in the communal showers?" The hot hairy guy said in a cocky tone.

He was visibly very comfortable with himself.

"Yes, a lot of first times for me this week…” I replied. “Hi, Henry. Not too hangover from last night?”

"I feel amazing!” Henry replied, rubbing some lotion over his smooth muscular black chest.

"Nice to meet you, I am Martin.” Said the new guy.

He was probably one of the hottest and most shameless guys on campus. He was scratching his ass through the towel while talking to me.

This was already all too much for my poor virgin self.

I knew I needed to escape the situation or I would be having a wet accident, right there.

"Nice to meet you.” I replied awkwardly as he extended his arm to greet me.

Strong handshake.

I fought with myself not to stare but those two guys were way too hot. Especially Martin, I was like drawn to his furnished black bush.

"I'm already late for class so... I… I'll just go change in my room, see ya!"

I had to flee as I would definitely get a boner if I were to look at these guys any longer.

They were exuding pure raw sexual energy.

“See ya!” Martin said with a smirk.

Maybe my awkwardness was even more telling than a full hard-on to assess my sexual orientation though. 

While I was going back to room 403, I started to count the number of guys I had seen barely naked or totally naked in the last 24 hours.

For a second, my guilty conscience shut up and I started to smile.

Instead of worrying so much, maybe I should start appreciating this!

What did my brother say again? Experiment!