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My First Year in College - Chapter 13
🕑 Added 2022-03-19 23:14:05 +0000 UTCMY FIRST YEAR IN COLLEGE
Chapter 13: The making of Anna
I did not have time to process what had happened on the last day of the first semester that I was already back at my Parents' dinner table, in a home warmly decorated for Christmas.
We had slightly more than two weeks off before going back to class and I thought I may use this time to (finally!) get my shit together.
I had just had sex for the first time. With one of my college's professors. Nobody besides him knew that I was gay, I was basically lying to my new friends.
I was a mess.
And what about Austin? My roommate. My best friend. My jerk-off buddy. My obsession.
He had just broken up with Ashley. He would be back in our shared dorm-room in a couple of weeks. Maybe it was time for me to come out to him. But would he let me touch his dick again once he knew? Would he ask to switch rooms?
"I asked you a question, Ty? Hello?"
My dad was frowning at me. Annoyed.
"Sorry dad, I just got lost in my thoughts. You were saying?"
"Ryan and Mallory will be there for Christmas, then Mallory will go spend some time with her family but your brother will stay with us for a few more days. Do you think we could organize something for New Year's Eve, you'd like to invite anyone? Friends from home or even friends from college if they can make the trip?"
"Yes... Maybe..."
I was not too sure if this was a good idea.
"Wow, always nice to show some enthusiasm when you parents offer to organize a big party..."
My mom was not very fond of what she considered to be my ungrateful attitude. To be frank,
I was not fond of her attitude either. I was young. And stupid.
There were some perks being back home though.
At my parents' house, I had a bedroom for myself and after four months of sharing a room, I could finally stroke myself in peace. That being said, I did not have Austin to provide me with masturbation material.
Hence, I had to turn to porn, once again.
No need to pretend I was watching straight porn when I was alone, I could look for a good old raunchy gay porn.
First thing that came up was called: "My boyfriend is a foot freak: keep on sniffing!" I smiled to myself. They almost got it right. It should have been called: "My brother is a foot freak: keep on DM-ing."
I got hard.
In my bedroom, I could check my brother secret Instagram profile more easily.
RAMSOM_PL had now 586 followers and 276 posts available. He had not changed his profile picture; He was still unrecognizable, shot shirtless from the back.
He did change his bio, something about wanting to chill and have fun.
Sure, he wanted to have fun!
If only I could send him a request to follow, I could check his sexy pictures... The few minutes I had spent on his page were ones of the most exciting of my life.
To be fair, Ryan was also sleeping next to me at that exact time, his hard dick poking out from his pyjamas, but still, I was certain I would thoroughly enjoy to scroll through his posts!
I was supposed to get myself together, not leaning in my worst perv instincts, especially when they were about my big brother.
Although, if I really wanted too, there was a way I could send him a request to follow…
I had nothing to do but playing video games all day, sometimes alone, sometimes online with Austin. We were both fairly good at Call of Duty.
Hence, I had time to find another hobby to fill my two weeks of holidays.
Once the idea had formed into my brain, it was already too late.
To be frank, I think the idea had formed a long time ago, the night I found out about Ryan's alternate Instagram. I just never dared to really stop and think about it. I was rarely by myself when I was always surrounded on campus anyway.
But here...
I was battling with myself. I did have a resolution. I wanted to set myself back on track. The goal was to finally have the courage to come out as gay and to find myself a real boyfriend, not a psycho College professor, not a straight roommate, and even less so, my own brother...
Resolutions...
Those are the type of things we take for new year. Right?
I had ten more days before that...
What if I indulged in my filthy fantasies? For the last time. Then, I could start the new year right.
I would have gotten it out of my system.
But since it would be the very last time I would fantasize about my brother or a straight guy. I figured that had to do it right. I had to go full in.
A final hurrah!
The next part of the story is probably the part I am the most ashamed of, but because I hope you can learn from my mistakes, I will tell it all.
For the next couple of days, I spent most of my time creating the perfect fake Instagram account. Catfishing is a full-time job and it was made for an obsessive geeky guy like me.
First, I needed to find the perfect girl.
That did not mean the hottest girl of the world. She needed to be hot but my brother would accept my request only if my profile looked real and legit.
I needed to have tons of pictures from the same person, and they had to look genuine... I thought, maybe I would also have to send X-rated stuff in Ryan’s DMs later on.
I needed both soft pictures to make the profile believable and hardcore stuff to get Ryan horny.
Of course, I also needed feet stuff, no doubt it was his thing.
I searched for "feet girls", "sexy feet women", "girls show feet" and I stumbled into a world I never knew existed. Thousands and thousands of girls were showing off for even more guys to enjoy.
The feet community online was real and vibrant.
However, I was afraid that my brother would already know some of the most popular "feet" girls.
After hours of research, I ended up on a Polish girl's Onlyfans, she did not have much following but had 1.340 posts on her page. I subscribed.
That would be the first and only time I would subscribe to a girl x-rated page!
I had found the perfect girl.
Her posts did not have more than 10 or 15 likes each, but she had been sharing multiple selfies and videos of her, a high number featuring her feet, every day for the past couple of years.
She had an Instagram already but RAMSOM_PL was not among her followers. She barely used it and had only 300 followers.
The chances thar my brother would recognize her were very slim.
Her name was Sofia, well, at least her "Onlyfans name" was Sofia, but I would call her Anna.
Once I had the girl, the next step was to create the Instagram profile: "Anna99".
Thanks to some knowledge in social media and good tips I gathered on specialized forums, I found a way to post pictures on the Instagram feed which would be dated from several years or months apart so the profile would not seem too new.
A great catfishing trick.
I took the pictures of Sofia, and uploaded them at different period of times. It looked real as fuck.
Only problem was: Anna had 0 follower and 0 like.
This was the next step in my catfishing journey.
I started to follow hundreds of guys, who gave me follow back and liked my pictures. A lot of horny men out-there. I was not fooling the smart ones but enough guys started to like my stuff to make the profile credible.
Damn, when it came to get some following, girls had it way easier than guys on social media back then.
I did not need thousands of subscribers, just enough so we could think that my Instagram had been active for a couple of years.
On the third day of my plan, I was "Anna99", I had 234 subscribers, I followed 78 persons, both women and guys to make it real, and my bio was saying: "Warsaw Girl at heart. Dance like nobody is watching!"
I know right? I was good!
Not as good as I thought though... But more on that later.
We had arrived to the finale step: the day before Christmas eve, I sent my following request to "RAMSOM_PL" and waited.
And waited.
And...
Nothing.
I was checking every hour to see if Ryan had accepted my request but nothing.
My DMs were full with random guys trying to hit on me, but my big brother was not one of them.
Jaded, that night, I jerked off to complete strangers who were sending Anna dick pics in her DMs.
Straight guys are not really good with dick selfies, I can tell you that much. They could not get the angles right, but it gave me a bit of practice for entertaining guys with Anna’s profile.
I was getting better at it.
Some of these dudes were very hot and I did cum right in my mouth, so the night was not a total waste of time!
The next day, Mallory and Ryan arrived at the house.
Despite my creepy behaviour, that I was telling myself I would correct for the new year, I was actually happy to see them and to spend time with my brother.
Through the cold weather, we found an indoor court and played some tennis before attending the Christmas dinner. Checking him getting undressed before and after the match, I felt a bit guilty of what I was doing.
Such a nice big uncut dick though.
I know, I should have felt even guiltier.
I was dumb and full of cum.
Traditionally, during the Christmas Eve’s dinners, questions about a potential girlfriend seem to get more pressing every year. But now that I was attending college, I was cornered at every turn.
I ended up saying to one of my aunts: "I'm seeing a girl... Her name is Sofia but this is nothing serious yet..."
It was the first name that came to my mind.
My brother scrutinized me. He did not say anything.
Before going to sleep, I checked again.
My request was still pending. It felt weird now that my brother was here, sleeping in the other room with his girlfriend. I almost cancelled the whole thing.
The next day was spent eating some more and exchanging gifts. There was a box with a weird packaging under the tree, waiting for me. The gift was poorly wrapped and we could barely read my name on it.
I looked at my family, puzzled.
"This one came in the mail box a couple days ago", said my mom "We don't know where it's from."
She seemed as curious as I was.
I opened it. It was a replica of a bronze sphere, representing a planet outside of our solar system. I recognized it right away: Zyrox, the planet where Garuto was born.
A little piece of paper said: "Thanks for getting me the latest edition.” Signed: “Your fave roommate."
I was so moved; I could have cried.
My mom read the card to everyone and they all seem pleased that I was getting along so well with my roommate.
Ryan was scanning me, smiling. He thought we were boyfriends for sure.
Sadly, he was wrong.
I called Austin thanking him a lot, embarrassed that I did not give him anything. He said that I was saving his holidays with our Call of Duty online gaming and that it was the only thing keeping him from thinking about Ashley.
I proposed that he joins us for New Year's Eve and he actually said yes. I was over the Moon.
That night, I did not think about Anna or Sofia, I thought about Austin and I.
I had feelings for him. Not just lust. Actual feelings. The pit of my stomach hurt.
On the 26th, Mallory left to spend some time with her family and Ryan stood behind, with us.
A few hours later as I was about to get to bed, I heard my phone vibrating. RANSOM_PL had finally accepted the request.
Of course, Mallory was away, now Ryan could play.
My heart started pounded fast in my chest.
I finally had access to my brother’s secret profile. My dick got hard instantly.
I received a text from Austin: "up for a late-night game?". "Sorry, not tonight, I'm spending time with my brother." I replied.
At least, I did not lie.
Not really.
I got myself naked, lied on my bed and I started to go through the pictures of the 276 posts of Ryan showing off.
I went back to his very first pictures from three years before, I wanted to appreciate the moment and make it last.
Starting from the first posts, I could see him slowly getting more daring in his content throughout the years.
The first picture was just him shirtless. 20 years-old Ryan was a bit less muscular and a bit less hairy. He was already very athletic and very hot though.
Second picture, he had a grey tank top on, I knew this photograph already as he had featured it on his real Instagram as well.
Third picture was in the same tank top but a detail caught my attention, his bare feet were casually lying on the coffee table in front of him.
This may have looked innocent but knowing what I knew, I was convinced he was purposely showing off his manly feet.
Things got steamier about 50 posts later when he stopped pretending to sometimes wear clothes and was shirtless on every single pic.
On his 65th post, he was wearing only black boxer briefs. His bulge was showing.
This is when I actually started to jerk off.
Again, I am not proud to admit it but I zoomed in on his crotch and beat off my dick to that picture for long minutes. I could have nutted already but I wanted to go through the whole page.
211 posts to go.
The following posts were all in the same black briefs. Some were shot from behind, showing off his bubble butt through the fabric, it was from two years ago and his ass had gotten thicker since then.
The 71th post was the most sexual yet: he was in the same underwear, but was flexing his muscles, his tongue out, in sort of a provocative way, his V line proudly exposed.
He was wearing his boxer briefs so low, there was no mistake it was on purpose.
The post after this one, he was showing off his feet wearing even tighter blue briefs. My brother's toes were now in the forefront of the picture as he was lying down on his bed.
I jerked off harder.
He was purposely flaunting his body. He wanted his audience to get aroused. It was definitely working!
After some more pics in underwear, I particularly loved his white Calvin Klein's, as they made me think about Austin, he tried something new: Speedos.
I had already seen my brother at competition or in the pool, but I had never seen him wear those sexy speedos.
They were grey, almost silver, very tight, too tight for his big dick and butt.
He knew they were too small. He wanted it this way.
He was practically naked on his 106th post, as naked as Instagram would allow (fuck their community guidelines), except for these very thin speedos covering his junk while exposing a clearly visible penis line and big balls.
His body was now more athletic, more developed.
I zoomed in on his barely hidden penis and this time around, I had to put down my phone and take a breath so I would not cum.
I thought about Ryan, who was sleeping in the room next to me. Probably naked.
This was not helping me calming down.
After a few minutes, I went back on the page. Post 111, post 123, post 145...
Maybe he could not get any filthier on his Instagram.
Various speedos.
Various angles showing off his muscles, his feet. His wet body.
Switching positions.
But nothing more than a barely naked Instagram Model.
Don't get me wrong, I was still very much appreciating the show.
Post 153: that was interesting. He was only wrapped in a towel, his right arm behind his head.
His body looked more like the one I got to see recently, more chiselled, more athletic, showing off a lot of hair under his armpits, around his nipples...
His pubes were visible, just a little bit, but still, right above his towel which he was wearing so damn low.
Post 154: Same towel but viewed from behind... I could see his ass-crack now. It was shaved. I preferred it with a little bit of hair but I appreciated the time he took to prepare himself for this picture.
I had to put my phone down once again. I was edging myself.
Post 185: He was actually touching his feet. A dirty look on his face. He looked like an actual Pornstar, the perfect fit for Anna.
Or dare I say... the perfect feet!
Getting access to his dirty secrets, to his filthy side was more arousing than I could tell. Seeing him flaunting his huge biceps. On some pics, it seemed like he was about to lick them. What a whore I thought!
Ryan was a true exhibitionist.
Post 187: He had both of his hands behind his head, wearing some black speedos, his body fully wet out of the pool. His hairy thighs looking stronger than ever. His abs pearling with water.
The comments under the post were insane, those girls were drooling over this wet God. I was too.
Post 201 almost got me to ejaculate on the spot... He was naked!
Completely naked. Kind of an artsy shoot.
I was wondering if he was playing alone with his phone or if he had help taking the picture. Probably not Mallory. Was he seeing someone else? Or maybe a male photographer offered him some guidance?
I would have certainly taken the job.
Shot from behind, he was standing up in the middle of his living room in his apartment. This photo was more recent. His ass looked spectacular. Just like when I had surprised him naked during my weekend at his place.
But here, I could take the time to study every detail of his muscular butt. I could imagine myself spreading it. Licking it. Eating his asshole.
I almost licked my screen...
Following posts featured more underwear, more pits, more muscles, more feet, more speedos... Some towels...
Throughout the months my brother had learnt to play with the camera and with the Instagram's community guidelines, now every angle used was another occasion to show off a specific part of his sculptural body.
The last ten posts were probably the best ones. Winter had gotten him horny!
He was winking at the camera. He was taking himself in picture from below his crotch. His bulge was most of the time the centre piece of his pictures. There was no secret he was trying to get sexual.
Post 275: He was wearing a grey jockstrap.
I almost died.
He was photographed from the front so I could not see his hairy bare ass but seeing him wearing this; I could not hold myself any longer. His big bulge looked delicious in those. It was like he was about to participate in a gay porn scene.
FUCK.
My cum was about to burst out of my cock when I realized that, damn, he had just posted!
Live from his bedroom. A few feet away from me. A couple minutes ago!
The 277th post featured Ryan, lying naked in his bed, the covers barely hiding his junks, pubic hair partly visible.
There was a legend under the post: "Who needs some heat during winter nights?".
I blew my load reading that. I was too excited, I aimed at my eyes unintentionally. I was blind for a few seconds.
Karma, I guess.
After collecting my cum and eagerly licking it out of my fingers, I checked my inbox, well, Anna's inbox, well, Sofia's inbox, well, you know what I mean!, which was full as usual.
My heart skipped a bit, I had received a message from RAMSOM_PL a couple hours prior, right after he had accepted my request to follow.
I had not even noticed.
"Hi, cutie! I hope you had a nice Christmas!" He wrote, making the first move.
There was a wink emoji at the end of his message.
Things were about to escalate. Quickly.
