My First Year in College - Chapter 01

Tyler Braxton is a freshman student at Creepside College. Gay and closeted, he has troubles controlling his urges surrounded by college students, frat guys, sexy professors, and most importantly, his stunning straight roommate: Austin.

As the story progresses, Tyler learns more about himself and gets closer to live his filthiest fantasies.

This story is purely fictional and is destined to an adult audience.

It should not be read, in any event, by anyone under the age of 18 years old.

All characters involved are above 18.

MY FIRST YEAR IN COLLEGE

Chapter 1: The Dorm Situation

My first year in college was one of the craziest years of my life, and I believe that it is definitely worth the tale.

I had just graduated from high school and was closeted to pretty much everyone I knew, except for my older brother.

Ryan had caught me jerking off to some hardcore gay porn a couple months right after I had turned 18.

Ten beefy guys, each one of them hung like a bull, were banging a (lucky) twink during a frat party, turned into a raunchy orgy.

My brother entered my room right when the blond submissive was receiving his sixth load in the mouth, and I was myself nutting a huge creamy blast of cum on my chest.

Quite telling if you want to assess one's sexual orientation…

Ryan pretended that he did not see anything although, afterwards, I could catch his odd looks when my dad would ask me about a potential girlfriend.

He knew and, I knew that he knew.

While Ryan practiced boxing, American football, but was also very regular at swimming and hitting the gym, I only exercised to keep myself in some sort of a shape.

It mainly compensated for all the junk food I was eating.

I had always been too shy for team sports or for hanging at the gym.

I guess I was scared that someone would find out that I was gay if I stared too much, or even worse, if I got an erection in the locker rooms.

In the end, I got pretty good at tennis and it became sort of my thing.

I was quite tall, brown hair, brown eyes, but I was rather thin and, to be honest, not as half hot as my older brother was.  

Just like me, Ryan was tall, brown hair, brown eyes, but he was blessed with a great smile, perfect skin (the dude never had any acne!), a nicely trimmed beard, and a fit body which he had carefully built during his numerous hours of training.

He had it all: large muscular thighs, big biceps and meaty pecs, and the perfect round peachy butt.

I realize that saying this makes me sound like I got a crush on my big brother.

Well, not that I am proud to admit it, but I kind of did at times. I mean, beauty is all about confidence, right?

And Ryan was definitely confident.

He always dressed well, seemed to be in control at all times, and there was something incredibly attractive in the calm and manly way he was handling himself in any situation.

The few times I inadvertently got a glimpse of his dick; Do not judge me, those things happen when you share a house and a bathroom; I was pleased to notice that both in length and in girth, he was way above average.

Ryan was 23 at the time of this story and he had been with the same girl for three years, but not for lack of demands.

His Instagram DMs were filled with hundreds of girls wanting, sometimes begging, to see more of his banging body.

I wonder how many of these girls were catfishes now, but more on that later.

As for me, I was just average.

In theory, I should or could have looked good, but I was not totally done with puberty yet.

I had some pimples here and there, some freckles under my eyes, I had to wear glasses most of the times and as for the confidence or sense of style, I was clearly lacking in that department.

I was most often hiding behind layers, and sweatshirts were my favourite clothes.

To put it simply, I was more identified as the nerd than the jock...

Consequently, even if I did have to endure the occasional and dreaded "do you have a girlfriend?", nobody was really surprised that a nerdy boy like me would still be a virgin going to university.

You may have guessed it by now: your typical gay closeted friend was super nervous about attending college.

Among the things that stressed me out the most was the "dorm situation".

For the first time in my life, I would be living outside of my parents' house, but more importantly, with someone else, that I had never met before, sharing a single room, for a whole year!

This thought alone was sufficient to give me intense stomach ache.

I cannot count the number of bad dreams I had about the communal showers, an awful homophobic roommate, or an entire dorm making fun of me while I was shitting in the toilets...

Yeap, I was more worried about making it through life in the dorm than I was with making it through Law School.

Sometimes though, the anxiety was replaced by a feeling of excitement.

What if I happened to be paired with a gay Adonis, very comfortable with his own sexuality, who would take care of me and all of my needs?

Maybe he would take my virginity, fuck me hard, jizz in my asshole, or deep in my throat? He could offer me to his frat bros, all of them fighting to get their big leaking dicks in my...

Wait, no!

Every time I was having this fantasy (and that happened quite a lot), I realized that I would probably not even dare to indulge in any sort of gay sexual activity.

I was that shy and awkward about it.

These filthy thoughts only got the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach to hurt even more.

I got attributed the room 403 in Building C on the campus.

Except if you were receiving some kind of a special treatment, you were automatically paired up with someone else by the university. Depending on your means, different options were available.

I was supposed to share a 14 square meters room with a complete stranger in one of the most average buildings available.

It was nothing fancy but Building C was supposed to provide every necessary facility.

I did not even know the name of my roommate; I only knew that he would be a guy and this was enough to make me incredibly nervous.

But enough rambling about my closeted ass, we all know that you open this book to read all about my sexual adventures in college!

So, let's go to the point: the day when I met Austin.

After a stressful night with almost zero sleep and a quick goodbye to my parents, Ryan was the one driving me to the campus in Creepside where I would attend college.

It was a Monday, right before the first day of class.

Ryan was in Med school (yeah, he was smart on top of being handsome, confident and fit), and he would live with his girlfriend Mallory in a small town near Boston during his first year of internship, only one hour away from Creepside.

He dropped me off at noon, after four and a half hours of driving from our parent's house, with a tap of my shoulder and some piece of advice.

Ryan was wearing a tight tee-shirt and I had to refrain myself from having dirty thoughts.

I managed though; the anxiety that I was feeling helped taming my raging libido.

He gave me a little motivational speech as we got out of his car.

"Look Tyler, now is the time to loosen up a bit, ok? College is made for this. Don't do anything actually stupid... but please, do some stupid things!"

I rolled my eyes.

He insisted.

"I’m for real, Ty. Experiment! Have fun! I know that I did, and freshman year of college was one of the best years of my life."

Was he actually telling me that I should experiment... with guys?

Or maybe, he was telling me that he, himself, had experimented with his college mates?

"If anything happens, anything at all, call me. I won't be far away. Now get out of my way, cause I'm gonna be late and Mallory won't stop talking about it!"

I smiled.

"Thanks, Ryan."

He helped me get my luggage from the trunk. I looked at the buildings behind me. It was all becoming so real.

"Ryan, can I ask you something… Seriously?"

"What's up bro?"

He looked a bit concerned.

"If everything goes wrong and, I don't know... I mean... If this university thing or the campus is not for me, and I'm miserable, or if my roommate wants to kill me or something... I can call you and you would come get me? Right? And you would not say a thing to mom and dad?”

"Ty, no matter what happens, at first, you’ll feel overwhelmed and it will be scary, but in a couple of weeks, you’ll feel like this place is your home."

He gave me a reassuring smile.

“I hope so…”

"But to answer your question, of course, I would come get you, stupid! I’d never leave my little bro in trouble. But that won't be necessary. You'll see, something magical will happen here… You’re gonna grow up!"

He was certainly right in that.

I remained nervous but I was feeling a bit better.

I guess that everyone was overwhelmed and it was okay. The other freshmen that I would meet would be as disoriented as I was.

Now that I look back at these moments, I realize how lucky I was to have Ryan in my life. I feel even more guilty about the what I did to him.

But again, we will come back to that later.

I said I would not digress from sex and here I am, retelling boring sentimental conversations between my brother and I.

Don't worry my dear reader, the sex is coming.

(By the way, I hope you used the Jon Snow’s voice in your head reading this.)

I entered Building C and there were a couple of families saying goodbyes in the lobby.

I could see a large living space for students behind the front desk with some couches, and further away, some tables, but I went straight to the elevator.

Some girl was actually crying.

In a way, that was reassuring, some people were having it worse than me.

I took the elevator and pushed 4.

The building was pretty generic and seemed clean but it was a bit underwhelming compared to the pictures on the website.

Some of the paints had faded, some of the lamps did not seem to work, and the smell made it obvious, especially on the fourth floor, that young men full of testosterone were living there.

A strange thought crossed my mind.

How many gallons of cum were being spilled in those rooms each year? Probably a lot!

Room 403 was right in the middle of the corridor on the left coming from the elevator, between rooms 401 and 405.

I already had my key so I went in.

The key felt weird in the lock though, like it was not really working, but the door opened.

A handsome man was already inside, lying on top of the covers of his bed, on the right side of the room.

He was stark naked!

He had his phone in his left hand, his HUGE dick in his right hand, and a look of terror on his beautiful face as I moved back to the corridor and slammed the door.

FUCK!

This is how I met Austin.