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My First Year in College - Chapter 22
🕑 Added 2022-03-29 19:25:33 +0000 UTCMY FIRST YEAR IN COLLEGE
Chapter 22: What goes around always comes back around
As my freshman year was coming to an end, I could not believe my own happiness.
I got everything I had ever wanted. I was out. I had a tight group of friends. I was finally myself around my family and I had never been so close with my older brother, Ryan.
I had a boyfriend, Steve, one of the hottest guys of Campus, member of both the college's Wrestling and Football teams.
The only slight difficulty was that I was actually in love with another member of the college's Wrestling and Football teams… my roommate and best friend Austin.
But even with that challenging part, I got lucky as Austin and I had a secret agreement where he would fuck me on the side.
Convenient, right?
The only thing I had to do was to wear a stupid wig and putting some make-up on so Austin could entertain the illusion that I was a girl.
Good enough for me!
"Doggystyle. To start?" He asked as he was about to shove his cock in my asshole for the very first time.
I got on all fours on the carpet, ready for the doggy.
Eight months prior, Ashley was there, getting fucked in the ass by Austin and I was on the other side of the door, eager and frustrated.
I had waited patiently for my turn and I could not believe it had finally come.
I waited for a few seconds and then I felt it. But it was not his dick. Not even his fingers. He was licking my ass!
I started to cum instantly but, by some miracle, I remained hard.
I suppose that I was too excited for my cock to go down.
I felt Austin's tongue deep inside of me. I searched for his hair behind me, grabbed his face, and pushed it down against my ass. He was actually rimming me!
I could have jizzed a hundred loads of cum and still remained hard.
After his tongue, he started to fuck me with his fingers. He was gentle. He spanked me again. But then, he kissed my ass. He fingered me some more, sliding 3 fingers in.
I was literally feeling my asshole stretching and opening up under his expert tongue and skilful hands.
"Fuck, I'm so horny.” He mumbled behind me.
He had crossed every single one of his own boundaries. I wondered how he was feeling, fingering another man.
Sure, I was dressed like a woman but he could see my balls. He could see my very hard dick. He could play pretend for as long as he wanted but the reality was, Austin had just eaten another dude’s butthole.
"Are you ready?" He asked, sounded more like an animal roaring.
"Yes please, fuck me!"
When I felt the tip of Austin's dick breaching inside my asshole, I felt I could never be happier and more excited in my entire life.
I felt his power, his energy. His dick was huge but I was not scared at all, I fully trusted him and I was already all wet and slimy.
I loved how rough and considerate Austin could be at same time. I wanted him so bad in my ass.
Fucking hell, there was no way around it. I loved him.
He pushed his dick inside of me slowly, he had prepped me well: the butt plug, the lube, his tongue, his saliva, his fingers and now his 9.5 inches dick, full of precum.
"I'm gonna get you pregnant." He spoke, putting his hand on my back.
Then, he pushed harder.
"Hum… Hum… Aaah…" I refrained myself from screaming.
Steve was still right next door. I thought about him for a split second.
"Hum…" Austin pushed deeper, harder.
"You're good?"
"Keep going! Keep going! That's so good!" I cried out.
He kept on pushing his shaft deep inside of me. I had never been fucked like that. But I wanted more. I wanted to show him what I was made of.
"I want to feel your balls fapping against my ass." I pleaded.
And there, as I gave him the green light, he thrust his hips even harder, and soon, he was balls deep inside of me.
"Fuck me!" This time, I shouted.
He filled my hole with his dick, went back and forth, with the steady rhythm of a trained athlete. He was giving his all.
I was beyond horny.
Then, we moved to his bed, I went on top of him and he fucked me, his face only a few inches from mine, I was sitting on his girthy cock.
I guided his hand on my throat while he was pounding me, showing him that he could choke me if he wanted to.
I was his toy, his slave, his everything.
The dirty talk had ceased. We could only grunt and moan like beasts at this point. Our bodies stuck together. Complete.
He was pouring his sweat on me. He was breathing on my neck. His armpits were so close to me. I sniffed them, and then I licked them. He grunted some more. It was wild.
Austin was restless.
It lasted for 20 minutes more. It was the best fuck I had ever have.
How could it be different? It was Austin. It had only been HIM. Since day one.
I wanted this moment to last for an eternity.
Although, all good things come to an end.
"I'm gonna cum" He whispered in my ears, between two breaths.
"Breed me." I said, losing myself in his blue eyes.
He smiled.
He was panting. I felt his dick twitching and pulsating within me.
A few seconds later, Austin burst his loads inside of my ass. My hole was being properly filled in with his creamy milk, what a freaking feeling!
I blew my load as well, spraying Austin’s chest in the process. I could not care less. Neither did he.
He stayed in my ass a long time after cumming and when finally, he got out, his dick had become flaccid, wet with his cum and my anal juice.
I felt the semen leaking from my own ass shortly after, messing up my stockings which I was still wearing. I had forgotten about the ridiculous outfit; we had removed my thong a long time before that and my wig was also missing.
A crazy amount of cum came out of my ass. I collected some of it on my fingers and I ate it, in a state of trance.
"I need a shower." Austin eventually said, grabbing some stuff.
“Yes, that was messy.” I confirmed.
He got out of the room.
I stayed there, fully satisfied but a bit worried as well.
Would Austin be okay?
When he came back to the room twenty minutes later, I was Tyler again. I had removed the make-up, the filthy lingerie, and I had come back to my boxers' briefs.
Did we make a mistake? Would things be too awkward or complicated now? Was it worth it? I could not imagine this was not worth it. I had just had the best time of my life.
"Ty, are you ok?"
Austin sat on his bed, wrapped in his white towel. He looked serious.
"I am." I confidently said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes... it was great. At least, it was for me..."
I was content with what had just happened but Austin's interrogation got me nervous.
"It was great for me too! One of my greatest sex experiences ever! To be honest, my greatest ever."
I smiled, oddly proud of myself.
"Cool.” I replied.
“But this is not what I meant, Tyler. Are things okay now, between us?"
"Yes, of course. Should it not be? Would you like me to be ashamed or something?"
"No, not at all! I just don't want to mess things up between us. You're too important to me."
Austin was making it really hard not to fall for him when he was saying stuff like that.
"Austin, nothing will ever come between us. Nothing." I told him.
He had a big smile on his face, seemingly reassured.
"Thank you, Ty."
"Should we go to sleep now?"
"Yes… But Ty, there's just one thing..."
Again, he got me nervous. Visibly, he was not that ok with what we just did.
"Yes? What's wrong Austin?"
"Steve." He simply said.
My stomach hurt.
"Yes, Steve. I know."
"We are good friends him and I, you know, we are both in the wrestling and football teams together. For the wrestling, he's the one who showed me the ropes, included me in the team, and..."
I cut Austin off, not wanting to hear more of what a great guy Steve was.
"I know... Don't you think I feel the same way? Don't you think I feel bad? He's your friend, well, if you have not noticed, he's my boyfriend. If you want to know everything, he wants to introduce me to his parents next week-end."
"Oh... Fuck.” Austin swore.
There was a long moment of silent afterwards.
I almost thought Austin was asleep. But he spoke again.
"What we do is not really cheating anyway. I'm not gay so it does not mean anything. Just some fun between friends! Right?"
His words pierced my heart.
"I guess..." I responded, a lump in my throat.
I thought about it for a while and then, I said.
"Maybe it's not much different than when we jerked off together watching a porn while you were dating Ashley. She was my friend too."
"Yes, and I guess she would not have minded, even if she knew! As long as we’re just two mates horsing around, I don’t see why anyone would get hurt.” Austin insisted.
We were being hypocrites as the two situations were actually way different, Steve would definitely mind if he knew what I had done with Austin, and I had never been that close with Ashley.
But we needed to reassure ourselves.
"Would you ever want to do this again?" I eventually asked him.
Maybe this was wrong but I could not let this go.
"Maybe… I guess I’d like to do it again." He straightened up in his bed and he looked at me. "Would you?"
"Yes. I would." I replied confidently.
"Okay, but maybe we should be more careful. Steve is right in the room next door. If we ever do that again, we should go to an hotel or something?" Austin suggested.
Once again, I was surprised by how much he was thinking the whole thing through.
And in my views, doing it in an hotel would make it so much worse, it would totally look as if we were having an affair.
Yet, I could not say no to Austin.
"Yes, you're probably right. As long as we’re good, I’m fine with whatever.”
"We are good, Ty. And sincerely, I hope it will work out with you and Steve, you deserve to be happy."
That broke my heart.
Did he really want me to keep dating another man.
"You deserve to be happy too Austin. I hope you'll find someone."
How could he not realize that he had found me!?
We fell asleep a short time afterwards.
I do not remember the exact date where my whole world collapsed, but it must have been very early in June because I can quite clearly recall the feeling of days getting longer and the final tests approaching.
Austin and I had planned to meet in a hotel room. It was the third time we did that and as any secret lovers, we had found our routine.
I would come up to the room first.
I still had to wear nylon stockings and a thong but he had let me throw the wigs and make-up away.
It was becoming ridiculous to play-pretend that much when we both knew Austin wanted to fuck my ass, whether I was a dude or not.
It was late afternoon and we would only have one hour to fuck because we had plans to meet with my brother Ryan and his girlfriend Mallory afterwards.
Austin got in the room, wearing a black tank-top, a pair of grey shorts and white sneakers.
As usual, he looked very casual but gorgeous.
I was waiting for him in my slutty attire in the king-size bed. We had not done anything together for a week as he had spent the previous evenings with one of his girlfriends.
Yes, I was still doing the boyfriend thing with Steve, and he was dating a girl named Cristina.
Why should we have broken up with our respective partners? We were only horsing around. Right? No big deal!
That being said, I could not wait to taste my roommate’s cock again.
Austin kept his clothes on but lied down next to me in the bed. He put his hands behind his head, looking at me devilishly.
"Lick." He ordered with a large smile.
I smiled back.
I started by smelling his body and armpits. Austin's manly odour was the best aphrodisiac I could ever take.
I took the liberty to rub his bulge while I licked his armpits, he did not seem to mind. He was growing under my touch.
I then slid down my tongue around his nipples, moving away the straps of his sleeveless top. He started to moan; I knew I was doing a good job.
I removed the tank-top so I could have a better look, and even more to the point, a better taste, of his body.
He was stunning.
Austin guided me through his abs by pulling my hair and then, removed his shorts.
He was not wearing any underwear and had not trimmed his pubic hair in a while. I was hard already; he was getting there too.
I dove in and started to lick his semi-hard dick, making it grow even harder in my mouth.
I had done this before but every time, my stomach was releasing millions of butterflies as I was sucking on his monster cock.
We tried a position we have never tested before: he fucked my face, turned upside down, at the edge of the bed.
His dick was at full mast, and it was very long, but this position allowed Austin to push it deep inside my throat with more ease.
I felt his heavy balls fapping against my lips and my nose while I was choking. My vision was blurred with tears, precum and saliva.
"Fuck my throat." I begged Austin.
"You fucking love my cock, you filthy whore!"
He was so damn right.
He placed my hands on his butt cheeks while he kept on fucking my skull. I held on tight and scratched his back. I was not caressing it, but I could feel my dick precumming, Austin just had this effect on me.
When I could no longer take it, I moved to a more comfortable position on my knees, sniffing and licking his balls.
"You’re so fucking good at this, lick those balls!" Austin grunted.
He slapped me, I asked for more.
The more we were having sex, the more we knew each other, and the better it got. I licked his ass without asking for his permission. I knew he loved it when I slid my tongue deep inside his anus.
"Let's go to the shower!" He announced.
This was new but I was all in.
He walked towards the hotel room's bathroom and I crawled behind him.
Austin let the water run and he entered, his wet muscular body giving me a vision of heaven. How did I get so lucky to witness this semi-God showering before me? How did I get so lucky that I would follow him in the shower?
I entered the stall, still crawling, and I started sucking him again.
The water was pouring on me, I was getting all wet. Nothing could have stopped me from accomplishing my task.
Austin pulled me up and stuck me against the shower wall. He started to fuck my ass from behind. No more foreplay, no rimming beforehand… That was raw and intense.
He was particularly rough this time and I was loving it.
The sound of his balls slapping my ass was echoing in the bathroom. He was pounding me, just like I deserved it. Just like I loved it.
In here, we could moan or scream without being worried that Steve or anyone would hear us.
We were free.
Austin rippled my wet stockings, he got rid of the thong, and I realized suddenly that he was no longer fucking a girl, a fantasy, he was actually fucking me, Tyler.
I moaned louder.
"Fuck my ass, Austin. Pound me!" I was yelling.
He put his hands over my mouth to make me shut up and he kept going back and forth with his monster cock.
He was drilling my prostate.
I thought that I was about to faint, the waves of pleasure were electrifying the cells of my body.
We ended up back in the bed, both stark naked and wet from the shower. There, Austin fucked me in the missionary position. He spat in my mouth. He was so close of my lips; I almost went for a kiss.
We had fucked like this one time before, but never without the dumb make-up.
Did Austin realize we had crossed another barrier? Did Austin realize that he was now simply having sex with his gay roommate? No more excuses.
It was hard to read him but a few seconds later, Austin was cumming in my mouth.
I thanked him, blowing my own load on my chest.
After we fucked, we went to take a shower together. Austin seemed a bit uncomfortable now.
We were just fucking in the same stall a few minutes before but this felt different. Strangely, it seemed that it was more intimate to be standing naked in a shower with our flaccid cocks, than having hardcore sex.
There, under the water together, preparing to go see my brother, we almost looked like we were a couple.
Austin seemed weirded out. I did not want to think too much of it.
As we were dressing up, Austin asked me:
"When we were watching porn together, you pretended to like it then?"
I was surprised by the question but I tried to answer truthfully.
"No, not really. To be fair, most of the porn we watched had more guys than girls in them..." I smiled.
"Yeah... I guess you have a point."
He did not seem convinced.
"Basically, while you were imagining yourself in the guys' shoes, I was imagining myself in the girl's shoes, getting gangbanged by a ton of guys. What’s the matter, Austin?”
I put my shirt on and scanned his reactions.
"You would actually like to get gangbanged, Ty? Really, you’d enjoy getting fucked by a lot of dicks at the same time?"
"Well... I suppose I would. Is that really shocking to you at this point?"
"I guess not..."
What was up with Austin? He had a lot of qualities but I guess he was not always very insightful.
"Let's talk about gangbangs and orgies later Austin, we are really going to be late at the restaurant!" I pressed him.
My brother was in town with Mallory and they invited me to a somewhat fancy dinner in a trendy restaurant.
I brought Austin with me as I wanted Ryan and Austin to get along better; Things had been tense between them since the whole car accident drama.
We arrived right on time and greeted each other. My brother was looking great, as always, in a simple black tee-shirt.
We shared a few drinks and I was pleased to see that Ryan and Austin were friendly with each other, just like they were during New Year's Eve.
There was actually a reason behind that dinner, Ryan had just proposed to Mallory and she had said yes!
When they announced the great news, I jumped into Ryan's arms and congratulated them both.
The ring looked beautiful (and quite expansive for college students). Mallory had always been good to me and I was glad of this choice.
My big brother was settling down.
No more secret feet Instagram account? I wondered.
When I went to the restrooms, Ryan joined me and I took this opportunity to congratulate him privately. I was genuinely happy for him.
I chose the urinal in the middle and my brother took the one on my left, we started peeing together, we had had a lot of drinks already.
"Happy to see that you can aim again little brother!"
He winked at me as he was checking me out.
"Better than you, I'm sure!"
Someone else came in the bathroom and I stopped the banters. I did not have to though, it was Austin, now approaching the urinal on my right.
"Braxton brothers! Here you are!” He said, nodding his head, pretending to be formal with us.
He unzipped his grey shorts; I knew he was not wearing any underwear since he had dressed back up in front of me.
He got his cock out and started pissing.
This beautiful dick was in my ass just a few moments before and I started getting hard thinking about it.
The fact that I could see Ryan's cock on my left and Austin's cock on my right was not helping me contain my erection.
Ryan got out of the bathroom first. I think he noticed my excitement but seemed too blissful about his new engagement and the few drinks he had to care.
I went to wash my hands, somewhat hard. Austin was finishing to pee, he looked at me mischievously. A dirty idea crossed my mind.
Without giving it anymore thought, instead of going out to follow my brother in the restaurant, I ran back towards Austin and knelt down.
He had not yet put his dick back in his shorts.
"Ty?! What the fuck?”
I had put his dick in my mouth.
"Ty?!" He repeated, in shock.
No wigs, no make-up, no lingerie, just me Tyler, sucking Austin's dick in the male bathrooms.
"Stop it!" He spoke.
Austin could act stressed all he wanted; I felt his dick becoming harder in my mouth.
"Ty, your brother may.... Ty.... This is a public place...”
I looked straight into his eyes.
"I'm just doing a quick Martin on you (our name for a sloppy blowjob), I want you to cum in my mouth again, please, let's do it before we go back to the table!"
"Fuck, Tyler, you crazy bitch!” He said while starting to face fuck my mouth.
He was getting into it.
Austin pulled me so we could hide ourselves in a toilet stall.
There, he pushed his now fully erected cock in my throat. He pushed my head against the wall and he skull-fucked me while I was rubbing his balls with my right hand.
It did not last for more than a couple minutes. His thick cum ended up inside the back of my throat and I swallowed it all, satisfied.
Quick and dirty.
Austin looked stunned by my behaviour and by his own reaction to it.
"Fuck" he mumbled again, once we were done.
I could not read him though, he almost seemed mad. Was he? Did I go too far? I was afraid I did actually piss him off.
"We're good Austin?"
"Yes, Ty, that was cool, just... unexpected. I did not know you would do stuff like that!"
Before I could say anything else, he said: "let's go, we've been in here for a while! They may suspect something"
We went back to the table and drank some more. Austin seemed to relax and the evening was going great.
Things took a turn when Mallory started to ask Austin about his love life.
"So, Austin, do you have a special someone in your life?"
"I'm dating around..." He responded casually.
"I bet you do, you sexy fella!" My brother laughed. "And what about you, are you dating around Ty?"
"I'm seeing someone actually..." I replied.
I could sense Mallory and Ryan's interest piquing immediately.
"Is that someone Austin?" Mallory asked playfully.
This was awkward. If only she knew that I probably still had some of Austin's cum stuck between my teeth.
"Ahah, no... His name is Steve!" I spoke.
"Steve, not Sofia, you're sure?" She continued, referring to the fake girlfriend I had invented at Christmas.
I started to blush thinking about that stupid lie.
"The infamous Sofia! How did you get the idea of that name by the way?" Austin asked.
Sofia was the name of the girl I had used to catfish my brother with. I could not really say that in the middle of dessert.
"I guess that I must have read that name in a magazine somewhere." I lied.
"Sofia is such a Pornstar name!" My brother intervened.
"Yes, there's this girl who does Onlyf..." Austin stopped himself mid-sentence getting red.
My brother burst out laughing.
“Come on, spill the beans, Austin. What were you going to say? Who's the Pornstar?".
"Just a Polish girl named Sofia. Like a feet girl or something.”
Even with the alcohol running through my body, I could sense we were moving into a very dangerous territory.
I was starting to feel uncomfortable on my chair.
"Oh, you stumbled on her doing some school research I'm guessing?" My brother asked jokingly.
Austin grinned.
"No actually, I was catfished by a girl pretending to be her on Instagram."
My heart dropped in my chest. I felt myself turning red and I tried to change the subject.
"Maybe we could avoid talking about porn on the night of my brother engagement?" I hastily said.
To my horror, my tentative of deflection had the opposite effect.
Mallory talked over me.
"I don't mind! What is a catfish, a weird porn thing?"
"No, it's just when someone pretends to be someone else on the internet. Someone, probably a guy, was using Sofia’s pictures to ask me for nudes." Austin explained, he even showed Mallory a picture of the actual Sofia.
I was sweating like crazy. I was terrified that my brother would catch on my lies.
"Her fake profile was called Anna something." Austin added.
My heart was racing fast, I was panicking, I needed to deflect this conversation.
"People do that?!" Mallory was surprised.
My brother's face changed drastically as he looked at the picture on Austin's phone, recognizing Sofia or Anna.
He was slowly coming to the realization that he, himself, had been catfished by the exact same profile.
Of course, he could not say anything without revealing himself to his fiancée. His expression had radically changed though.
"Yeah, well, she tried to get me but I'm not a fool.” Austin told. “Anyway, a couple weeks back, I found the account of the actual Sofia and I send her a message, telling her that a crazy person was using her pics."
"When did that happen?" My brother asked. "The catfish, I mean."
"Around Christmas, why? Maybe right after New Year.” Austin replied.
My brother was seemingly having a breakthrough.
The fake girlfriend I had invented at Christmas was named Sofia. A fake profile was using Sofia's pictures during Christmas time. The same fake profile had targeted both Ryan and Austin. Ryan knew that I had a crush on Austin at the time and that I was closeted.
If he did not piece the puzzle together immediately, the way I looked at him, blushing and uncomfortable during the whole conversation, was enough to tell it all.
He looked at me, and suddenly, I knew that he knew.
"Tyler..." He said, almost in a whisper.
The other two looked at him, startled by his reaction.
"What's going on Ryan?"
He was shaking. I felt like I could puke.
"I need some air." He just said as he ran outside of the restaurant.
I did not follow him. I could not confront him.
I thought of everything I asked him to do. I thought of every naughty conversation we had. I thought of Ryan, probably going through the same motions in his brain, retracing everything, wondering how his own brother could have done that to him.
Asking him to fuck himself with a toothbrush. Maybe feeling ashamed of what he did.
I was gutted.
I looked at my brother through the restaurant’s large window and his disappointing face was the worst thing of all.
Ryan came back a few minutes later, he was calm and collected and pretended that he was really tired from his latest shift at the hospital.
The dinner was cut short and I could no longer look at my brother in the eyes. He, himself, avoided me.
Austin and Mallory were a bit taken aback by our behaviour but they did not make any comment.
This dinner happened years ago and Ryan and I never spoke of it again.
I did not have the strength to admit what I had done and he could not confront me as he would have to confess that he did have a secret Instagram.
This unspoken truth was even worse than a fight because I could not even attempt to explain myself, he could not get angry at me, and we could not solve the problem.
In short, he could not forgive me.
We just pretended nothing had ever happened and I am pretty sure this is the main reason why we had drifted apart for a while after this.
If you have to retain only one lesson from my story, I guess that would be this one: do not catfish other people, guys, this is wrong and always ends up badly!
I would regret this for the rest of my life.
Especially when I think of Ryan’s face when he left the restaurant, sad and confused.
But if you thought that this evening was bad, just wait, because it gets worse!
When I came back to Building C, Steve was waiting for me in front of my door room, visibly pissed off. He was chatting with Henry who quickly ran off as I approached.
Henry said hi politely but looked like he wanted to avoid witnessing a fight.
What did I do this time?
"Your brother is in town and you choose Austin as your plus one to see him?!" Steve barked at me, crossing his arms.
Fuck. I had not even thought about that. I was so stupid.
Of course, Steve, my actual boyfriend, would feel left off. If only I had used my brain for once!
Could you imagine, if I had invented the right person at the restaurant, the catfishing secret would have remained intact!
Karma was hitting me right.
"Steve, I'm sorry about that. Can we talk about it tomorrow? I'm exhausted.”
"You would rather see me leave and spend the night with Austin, I suppose?" He snapped back.
The truth was, I did not want to spend the night with anyone. I just wanted to forget the look on my brother's face when he understood what I had done.
"What is this supposed to mean? Austin's not here. He stayed in the city; he had a date." I explained.
I entered my room and Steve followed me.
"I think we need to talk Tyler. I really do."
"Listen, Steve. That's not a big deal. Austin knows Ryan and Mallory already. They wanted to see him; this is why I proposed that he joined me. You’ll get to meet them soon.”
"Your brother did not want to see me? How surprising! He does not even know that I exist!"
Steve seemed genuinely hurt.
"As a matter of fact, my brother does know about you.” I explained. “I told him about you tonight! I even said I would introduce you. Can you please calm down? You will meet them soon enough and you'll come to their wedding with me!"
"Their wedding?"
This info seemed to do the trick and Steve finally calmed down.
"Yeah, this is why my brother wanted to see me. He and Mallory got engaged!"
"That's great news! But why do you act so upset then?"
"Maybe because my boyfriend jumped at my throat once I arrived, and I’ve told you, I'm really tired."
This was as good as an explanation as any, I thought.
"Sorry about that... it's just... I trust you and I love you, but you know that with Austin, I always feel..."
Steve did not finish his sentence; he did not have to. I felt my stomach hurting again.
"Look, we talked about it times and times again. Austin is straight and he's my best friend. I don't jump at your throat when you go out with Luis, Henry or Martin! Did you forget that you’re the one who was fucking girls with this crew not so long ago? You probably did more things with Austin as part of your frat bullshit that I’ve ever done with him!"
I scored a point there, I guess I was pretty good at turning the situation around.
Admittedly, this was not my proudest moment.
When Steve and I slept together, it was usually in his room but as it was already very late and since Austin was not there, Steve exceptionally laid down in my bed that night.
We cuddled and I did feel better in his bare arms.
Somehow, I had convinced myself that what we were doing with Austin was not cheating since Austin was quote-on-quote straight, but deep down, I knew better.
Steve's presence was reassuring and I promised myself that I would sort things out sooner than later.
I needed to clarify things, one way or another.
I was woken up in the middle of the night by a drunk Austin not managing to get his key in the lock of the door. I got out of the bed trying to not wake Steve up.
I opened to Austin who literally fell into my arms.
"Oh, Ty, you're here." Austin said, barely managing to stay still.
"You're drunk, man." I told him.
"I'm drunk, oh yeah! And it's because of you, Tyler Braxton!"
"What the fuck are you talking about now?!"
I was trying to whisper, being mindful of Steve who was still sleeping, but Austin was practically shouting.
"I was supposed to have sex tonight but I could not get it up for the girl! I had left all of my jizz in your mouth this afternoon, twice! You ruined my date!"
Austin chuckled.
I was horrified by what he had just said.
Behind us, a lamp was turned on.
Steve was looking at us as if he was about to puke.
Austin, realizing his mistake, froze right there, as if he had just seen a ghost in my bed.
In a way, he did, that was the ghost of my relationship.
Steve stood up shaking.
"You got his cum. This afternoon." He marked a pause. "Twice!"
Neither Austin nor I said anything.
What was there to say? Steve's eyes were tearing up and his hands were dangerously shaking.
"Steve..." I tried to speak but no other word would come up.
I had cheated on him, twice, just that day, and then, when confronted on that subject exactly, I had lied straight through my teeth.
The handsome and laid-back Steve, star of the campus, fantastic wrestler, great lover, who had always been there for me was now standing in front of me, disgusted.
Austin tried to say something as well, but before he could form a word, Steve lost it and punched him, right in the nose.
I shouted while trying to hold Austin who was drunkenly falling on the floor.
I was shocked but Austin accepted the act of violence with a strange numbness. He did not even try to fight back.
Steve pushed us away and got out of the room.
In the hallways, I heard him slam the wall.
"This jerk! I fucking loved this jerk! Could you believe it?! The cheater, the liar!”
Janice and Luis got out of their room, woken up by the uproar. I could hear Steve now shouting at them.
"Luis, you're sure you're not fucking with my boyfriend? Apparently, he has a lot of sexual needs and they have to be met by all the guys from this floor! Just this afternoon, he got fucked by Austin. Twice!"
Janice ran to our room and looked at Austin who was bleeding on our carpet, then she looked at me while Luis was trying to calm Steve down.
"Ty?" Janice asked.
"It's true." I simply said.
"That's messed up, Tyler. Steve loves you!"
I did not know how many more disappointing looks I could take.
Janice went back to Steve and Luis. I remained there, on the floor. I had played with fire and everything had burnt down.
I sat down next do Austin, gave him some tissues to fix his nose.
I guess that even after my traumatic coming-out, I had not learnt my lesson.
My happiness was standing on a pile of lies and this time around, I did not have any excuse for my behaviour.
I started crying like a kid, Austin held me.
Good or bad, what goes around always comes back around, I thought. Maybe that's the other lesson you should take from my story.
