All throughout my college experience I lived in the dorms my 5 years. Showering was always my favorite. Everytime I would shower I would see all kinds of underwear on the floor. I did see some underwear get left behind and eventually get thrown away because no one would claim them. One time I did see a black guy's dick. I remember I was going to restroom and when I opened the door I saw the guy naked fanning himself with the towel and saw his dick. It was huge. I remember it was cut. My eyes went straight to it and I froze for a few seconds. I then looked up and we made eye contact for a few seconds while he put his yellow towel around his waist. I remember staying there frozen and then just walking to a stall. I felt so awkward after that. But damn that guy was hung. If I had a dick as big as his shoot I'd be air drying it and proudly showing it off. I would even walk around naked and let it all hang out.
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[WARNING BEFORE YOU READ THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER: This chapter is "heavier" than the previous ones. It is way more focused on the plot of the story rather than the erotic aspect of it. It also deals with difficult subjects, such as rape, consent and coming out. Reminder: this is only Tyler's views on the situation and I'm not in any way implying that Tyler's reasoning, or his experience on consent, is "right". This is pure fiction. That being said, enjoy your reading.]
My First Year in College
Chapter 18: Crash into me (Part 1)
That night, I could not sleep. Of course, I could not sleep. The man who took my virginity had been arrested by the police. Nobody knew I had sex with him. Nobody even knew I was gay. He was accused of raping a male student, potentially several male students... Austin seemed excited by the story. Who were the students? What did he do? Who was the first victim to talk?
While everyone discussed it in the hall earlier, I pretended to feel ill - it was a half-lie as I was feeling sick to my stomach - and went directly to bed.
Should I say something? To whom? Would anyone find out? If so, would my life be over? And was it true? Did Professor Fletcher really molest or rape someone? Several guys? My stomach was hurting.
"Consent is very important to me", he said the night that he fucked me. Was it really? Would he have let me go if I had refused to continue to play his game? Did I really consent?
The next day, I was the shadow of myself. I needed to talk but I could not talk, to anyone, it was too serious. I pretended as best as I could to act normal, saying I had a cold. I was so afraid that people, Austin in particular, would link my current state to the fact that Professor Fletcher was arrested.
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Everyone on campus was talking about it, television journalists were standing nearby, and already, numerous headlines had come out: "Renown College Professor accused of abusing his power and raping his students!" "Constitutional Laws Professor fuck male students on the side: his house searched!" "Rapist Professor attack young college guys! The Police is investigating."
Although, no one knew much more than a sophomore college student had been found wondering outside of Fletcher's house, crying, before confessing he had just been raped by his teacher.
I could not eat anything and at the end of the day, I felt drained. Austin proposed to jerk off to some porn, I refused. Who would have thought I would ever refuse such a proposal? "I'm still feeling sick." I replied.
He masturbated anyway, not trying to cover himself, just fully naked on his bed, his earphones plugged in, enjoying content from an Onlyfans girl. I wondered if she was the same girl he had mentioned on the forum's post I had read the day before but I could not care anymore.
I watched him cum all over his muscular and hairy chest and I could not even get hard. He slept naked.
Should I go see the dean of the University? The police? To say what? That Professor Fletcher was a pervert who abused me or to say that on the contrary, he was very considerate of my consent?
I thought it through. I kept on replaying the last day of the first semester in my head: the way he had proposed we have sex, the slap he gave me inside of his classroom to assert his dominance, the way he had taken my virginity, roughly, violently. Did he abuse me?
He did not abuse me.
I consented to everything.
He was harsh. Rough. He dominated me.
But I wanted this. I loved this. If he would have let me, I would have come back there. It was too much at time but once it was done, I only wanted to go back there for round 2. To feel his dick in me, again. I had been fucked since then.
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Again, I almost had 0 sleep the following night but the next day would be worse, much worse. The worst day of my life.
I was in my history class when things definitely took a turn. At first, I did not pay attention to the persistent looks on me or people giggling and whispering. I was semi falling asleep in class when my phone started to vibrate a lot, who could text me that much? One of the texts was from Janice, she was sitting a couple rows behind me.
"The pictures are out... You should leave now; they are all looking at it!" the text reads.
What the hell was she talking about? I turned towards her, she seemed very concerned, almost on the verge on crying. Was she one of the victims? Around her, people were definitely watching me, smiling or making weird, even disgusting, faces.
What the fuck?
My phone vibrated some more. A lot more. I got worried. I was so tired at the same time; I could not think straight.
The guy sitting next to me gave me a tap on the shoulder.
"Man."
I looked at him. We had never talked before.
"What?"
He pointed out to a computer screen in the front rows.
I could have died right there, sitting in my history class. My own face was looking right back at me on that girl computer's screen. My face, full of sperm, on a Polaroid picture. A picture signed with my name "Tyler Braxton".
My whole body started to shake nervously and heavily. The guy next to me did not know how to react and the Professor caught up that something unusual was happening.
"Guys, could you concentrate a bit please? What's going on with you today?"
Tears came out of my eyes. I could not control them in any way. I could not control myself. I was having a panic attack. A very strong one.
Suddenly I felt the hand of Janice on my arm.
"Professor, Tyler is not feeling well" some of the guys in the last row busted out laughing. Without waiting for the History teacher to answer, she took me by the arm and sort of evacuated me from the classroom. It was all a blur for me until we reached a silent corridor.
She was holding me while talking but I could only hear half of the stuff she was saying:
"Oh god.... Ty! (...) What did he do to you (...) Oh god... Hundreds of files have leaked this morning (...) Just insane! (...) It's not just you (...) You need to see a doctor (...) Ty?"
I could not speak. What would I have said anyway? The entire college was watching a photograph of me drenched in my Laws Professor's cum. A photo I had proudly signed. With my full name.
HOW COULD I HAVE EVER BEEN SO STUPID?
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My phone kept vibrating. My body kept on shaking. I was pretty sure my head was about to explode. I felt like I was coming out of my own body.
I tried to come back to myself. To calm down. Janice was doing everything that she could but I was not there with her.
"Look, let's go see a doctor (...) You cannot (...) Or the police? Should we go to the police?"
The police...
"No." I finally said. Snapping back.
"Are you sure?"
"I am sure." I paused a few seconds and focused back on Janice. "Thank you for being here." I was genuinely glad she was the one on my side.
"Ok. What do you want to do Ty? Should we call your parents, I don't know..."
"NO!" This time, I shouted. My parents. Was she insane?
"Ok, Ok, Ty. This is going to be fine. No need to call anyone. There are tons of other guys in those files. This is way beyond you... And you're just a victim here... It's just a picture."
At that point, three people walked towards us. The dean of the university, a woman I had only seen in photographs before, accompanied by a man who looked like a cop and another man that I did not know. The three of them looked worried.
"Tyler Braxton?" The dean asked.
"Yes."
"Would you come with us?"
I looked at Janice and then looked at them. Janice was tearing up as well.
"Yes, sure." I replied.
What else could I do?
Janice gave me back my bag and I followed the group to the dean's office. I checked my phone during the walk, the messages kept on coming. "Fag" I read from an unknown number. This could not be real. This could not be happening.
I saw a text from my brother but I could not read it in the flow of messages. Did he know? Already? I saw multiple texts from Austin: "Tyler, please call me!!!". Austin had seen the picture. I was mortified.
A few minutes later, I was in an office facing the dean. The man I did not know introduced himself as a therapist, Dr. Harrison and sat beside me. The cop was just standing there.
"Tyler. Are you aware that Professor Fletcher has been arrested a couple days ago?" The tone of the dean was firm. She was a direct woman. She had no time to lose.
"Yes."
"A student has claimed that he was raped by Professor Fletcher." She continued.
"I heard."
"Ok then. Today, we do not know how, but some of the files found at Professor Fletcher's place and held by the police" - She looked at the cop as if she was about to murder him - "were published online. One of these files is signed with your name. Tyler, it is a photograph of you."
"I know." My voice broke and a tear slid down my cheek.
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"Tyler", the therapist intervened. "We know this is overwhelming and please do understand that we are here to help you. Only to help you."
He marked a pause, scanning me with his green eyes behind his glasses. In other circumstances I would have found him hot.
"In this room, no one is judging you. You don't need to talk. We just want to offer you our full support. To help you, if, and only if, you want to talk or..." He looked at the cop "...file a complaint."
"We are doing everything that we can to remove those files from the internet." Explained the dean.
"What do I have to do?" I asked.
"Nothing." Said Dr. Harrison. "You are not required to do anything."
"We do need to know what happen." The dean spoke over the therapist. She did not have time to deal with mental health apparently, it was a situation of crisis. The cop was still silent. Was I being interrogated?
"Do I need a lawyer?" I asked stupidly.
The dean seemed surprised. "We believe that you are a victim here. Not an offender."
"I'm not a victim." I needed to state that truth.
"You can ask a lawyer to help you out regarding the invasion of your privacy and the photograph leaking." Said Dr Harrison. "You can also ask a lawyer to help you press charges against Professor Fletcher."
"In any case, those expanses would be entirely supported by the university." The dean added. "I, and the entire board, are taking what happened very seriously and, in this matter, I intend to be fully and without any condition on the side of the students."
I remained silent. I had a feeling the "side" taken for the students was not an easy decision to make. Then, the dean spoke again.
"Tyler, was it consensual? You relationship with Professor Fletcher?" She looked at me intensely. I tried to drink some water but I was shaking so much I could not hold the glass in my hand.
I thought about my answer but my brain was a blur.
"Take your time." I heard someone say.
For one split second, I thought that I could say that I was raped, that I could go back to my family, to Austin and say that I would have never consented to a man cumming on my face. I could keep on with my charade on being straight.
"Everything was consensual. I wanted this." I replied, speaking clearly and firmly this time.
The cop talked for the first time.
"Are you sure?"
I could not say why but it was this question which pushed me over the edge. I started yelling:
"AM I SURE?! Of course, I am sure! I think I would know if someone had raped me! I had sex with him but I had agreed to it! To all of it."
"Ok Tyler, but did your professor use his authority, his power to make you do things that..."
"HE DID NOT MAKE ME DO ANYTHING I DID NOT WANT TO." I had stood up.
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Everyone looked scared now. I regretted my outburst and I tried to calm down.
"It happened after the class was over. I did not do it to get anything in return, to get good grades or anything. He asked me several times if I wanted this and every time I said yes. I'm an adult. I agreed to everything we did"
"Who came on to who?" Asked the dean.
"What does that matter? I'm telling you I was ok with it! Do I really need to answer those questions?"
"No, you don't." Settled the therapist with a calm and deep voice.
I was starting to feel like puking but the discussion continued and I sat back down. They no longer asked me such direct questions but they still wanted to know more. Sometimes, other people came in the room, or the dean had to come out to answer phone calls. There were talks about the press, communication plan, the legal procedure, my own mental stability and health... I was dizzy.
The conversation came back to the sexual relationship itself.
The truth is, I was not comfortable during the whole experience I had with my teacher, sometimes, I was even scared. Professor Fletcher was violent in his approach to sex. But I did like it. I did masturbate thinking of the moment he popped my cherry countless of times afterwards. He was an authority figure, yes. All of this may have been wrong, yes. But I had to say my truth and my own truth that even if it was all fucked up, I stayed anyway because I wanted him. Although, that did not mean other guys were not victims. I could only speak for myself.
"Can I go now?" I finally asked.
"Tyler, there will be consequences. You are going to need help." Dr. Harrison gives me his card. "The media are going to ask you questions... Your friends are going to ask you questions... We should call your parents and..."
"I'm a grown man. If this is what concerns you, I won't press charge against the school or answer any journalist questions. Am I expelled from the university?"
"Tyler, as I told you, we are with the students..." Repeated the dean.
"Ok, then, I just want to go. Can I please go?"
"Tyler..."
"Look, I won't commit suicide" - I had noticed this was one of their worries as well - "I'm fine." - obviously this could not be less true - "I just want to leave this office!"
They finally let me go.
[Chapter 18 continues below]
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[WARNING BEFORE YOU READ THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER: This chapter is "heavier" than the previous ones. It is way more focused on the plot of the story rather than the erotic aspect of it. It also deals with difficult subjects, such as rape, consent and coming out. Reminder: this is only Tyler's views on the situation and I'm not in any way implying that Tyler's reasoning, or his experience on consent, is "right". This is pure fiction. That being said, enjoy your reading.]
My First Year in College
Chapter 18: Crash into me (Part 1)
That night, I could not sleep. Of course, I could not sleep. The man who took my virginity had been arrested by the police. Nobody knew I had sex with him. Nobody even knew I was gay. He was accused of raping a male student, potentially several male students... Austin seemed excited by the story. Who were the students? What did he do? Who was the first victim to talk?
While everyone discussed it in the hall earlier, I pretended to feel ill - it was a half-lie as I was feeling sick to my stomach - and went directly to bed.
Should I say something? To whom? Would anyone find out? If so, would my life be over? And was it true? Did Professor Fletcher really molest or rape someone? Several guys? My stomach was hurting.
"Consent is very important to me", he said the night that he fucked me. Was it really? Would he have let me go if I had refused to continue to play his game? Did I really consent?
The next day, I was the shadow of myself. I needed to talk but I could not talk, to anyone, it was too serious. I pretended as best as I could to act normal, saying I had a cold. I was so afraid that people, Austin in particular, would link my current state to the fact that Professor Fletcher was arrested.
Everyone on campus was talking about it, television journalists were standing nearby, and already, numerous headlines had come out: "Renown College Professor accused of abusing his power and raping his students!" "Constitutional Laws Professor fuck male students on the side: his house searched!" "Rapist Professor attack young college guys! The Police is investigating."
Although, no one knew much more than a sophomore college student had been found wondering outside of Fletcher's house, crying, before confessing he had just been raped by his teacher.
I could not eat anything and at the end of the day, I felt drained. Austin proposed to jerk off to some porn, I refused. Who would have thought I would ever refuse such a proposal? "I'm still feeling sick." I replied.
He masturbated anyway, not trying to cover himself, just fully naked on his bed, his earphones plugged in, enjoying content from an Onlyfans girl. I wondered if she was the same girl he had mentioned on the forum's post I had read the day before but I could not care anymore.
I watched him cum all over his muscular and hairy chest and I could not even get hard. He slept naked.
Should I go see the dean of the University? The police? To say what? That Professor Fletcher was a pervert who abused me or to say that on the contrary, he was very considerate of my consent?
I thought it through. I kept on replaying the last day of the first semester in my head: the way he had proposed we have sex, the slap he gave me inside of his classroom to assert his dominance, the way he had taken my virginity, roughly, violently. Did he abuse me?
He did not abuse me.
I consented to everything.
He was harsh. Rough. He dominated me.
But I wanted this. I loved this. If he would have let me, I would have come back there. It was too much at time but once it was done, I only wanted to go back there for round 2. To feel his dick in me, again. I had been fucked since then.
Again, I almost had 0 sleep the following night but the next day would be worse, much worse. The worst day of my life.
I was in my history class when things definitely took a turn. At first, I did not pay attention to the persistent looks on me or people giggling and whispering. I was semi falling asleep in class when my phone started to vibrate a lot, who could text me that much? One of the texts was from Janice, she was sitting a couple rows behind me.
"The pictures are out... You should leave now; they are all looking at it!" the text reads.
What the hell was she talking about? I turned towards her, she seemed very concerned, almost on the verge on crying. Was she one of the victims? Around her, people were definitely watching me, smiling or making weird, even disgusting, faces.
What the fuck?
My phone vibrated some more. A lot more. I got worried. I was so tired at the same time; I could not think straight.
The guy sitting next to me gave me a tap on the shoulder.
"Man."
I looked at him. We had never talked before.
"What?"
He pointed out to a computer screen in the front rows.
I could have died right there, sitting in my history class. My own face was looking right back at me on that girl computer's screen. My face, full of sperm, on a Polaroid picture. A picture signed with my name "Tyler Braxton".
My whole body started to shake nervously and heavily. The guy next to me did not know how to react and the Professor caught up that something unusual was happening.
"Guys, could you concentrate a bit please? What's going on with you today?"
Tears came out of my eyes. I could not control them in any way. I could not control myself. I was having a panic attack. A very strong one.
Suddenly I felt the hand of Janice on my arm.
"Professor, Tyler is not feeling well" some of the guys in the last row busted out laughing. Without waiting for the History teacher to answer, she took me by the arm and sort of evacuated me from the classroom. It was all a blur for me until we reached a silent corridor.
She was holding me while talking but I could only hear half of the stuff she was saying:
"Oh god.... Ty! (...) What did he do to you (...) Oh god... Hundreds of files have leaked this morning (...) Just insane! (...) It's not just you (...) You need to see a doctor (...) Ty?"
I could not speak. What would I have said anyway? The entire college was watching a photograph of me drenched in my Laws Professor's cum. A photo I had proudly signed. With my full name.
HOW COULD I HAVE EVER BEEN SO STUPID?
My phone kept vibrating. My body kept on shaking. I was pretty sure my head was about to explode. I felt like I was coming out of my own body.
I tried to come back to myself. To calm down. Janice was doing everything that she could but I was not there with her.
"Look, let's go see a doctor (...) You cannot (...) Or the police? Should we go to the police?"
The police...
"No." I finally said. Snapping back.
"Are you sure?"
"I am sure." I paused a few seconds and focused back on Janice. "Thank you for being here." I was genuinely glad she was the one on my side.
"Ok. What do you want to do Ty? Should we call your parents, I don't know..."
"NO!" This time, I shouted. My parents. Was she insane?
"Ok, Ok, Ty. This is going to be fine. No need to call anyone. There are tons of other guys in those files. This is way beyond you... And you're just a victim here... It's just a picture."
At that point, three people walked towards us. The dean of the university, a woman I had only seen in photographs before, accompanied by a man who looked like a cop and another man that I did not know. The three of them looked worried.
"Tyler Braxton?" The dean asked.
"Yes."
"Would you come with us?"
I looked at Janice and then looked at them. Janice was tearing up as well.
"Yes, sure." I replied.
What else could I do?
Janice gave me back my bag and I followed the group to the dean's office. I checked my phone during the walk, the messages kept on coming. "Fag" I read from an unknown number. This could not be real. This could not be happening.
I saw a text from my brother but I could not read it in the flow of messages. Did he know? Already? I saw multiple texts from Austin: "Tyler, please call me!!!". Austin had seen the picture. I was mortified.
A few minutes later, I was in an office facing the dean. The man I did not know introduced himself as a therapist, Dr. Harrison and sat beside me. The cop was just standing there.
"Tyler. Are you aware that Professor Fletcher has been arrested a couple days ago?" The tone of the dean was firm. She was a direct woman. She had no time to lose.
"Yes."
"A student has claimed that he was raped by Professor Fletcher." She continued.
"I heard."
"Ok then. Today, we do not know how, but some of the files found at Professor Fletcher's place and held by the police" - She looked at the cop as if she was about to murder him - "were published online. One of these files is signed with your name. Tyler, it is a photograph of you."
"I know." My voice broke and a tear slid down my cheek.
"Tyler", the therapist intervened. "We know this is overwhelming and please do understand that we are here to help you. Only to help you."
He marked a pause, scanning me with his green eyes behind his glasses. In other circumstances I would have found him hot.
"In this room, no one is judging you. You don't need to talk. We just want to offer you our full support. To help you, if, and only if, you want to talk or..." He looked at the cop "...file a complaint."
"We are doing everything that we can to remove those files from the internet." Explained the dean.
"What do I have to do?" I asked.
"Nothing." Said Dr. Harrison. "You are not required to do anything."
"We do need to know what happen." The dean spoke over the therapist. She did not have time to deal with mental health apparently, it was a situation of crisis. The cop was still silent. Was I being interrogated?
"Do I need a lawyer?" I asked stupidly.
The dean seemed surprised. "We believe that you are a victim here. Not an offender."
"I'm not a victim." I needed to state that truth.
"You can ask a lawyer to help you out regarding the invasion of your privacy and the photograph leaking." Said Dr Harrison. "You can also ask a lawyer to help you press charges against Professor Fletcher."
"In any case, those expanses would be entirely supported by the university." The dean added. "I, and the entire board, are taking what happened very seriously and, in this matter, I intend to be fully and without any condition on the side of the students."
I remained silent. I had a feeling the "side" taken for the students was not an easy decision to make. Then, the dean spoke again.
"Tyler, was it consensual? You relationship with Professor Fletcher?" She looked at me intensely. I tried to drink some water but I was shaking so much I could not hold the glass in my hand.
I thought about my answer but my brain was a blur.
"Take your time." I heard someone say.
For one split second, I thought that I could say that I was raped, that I could go back to my family, to Austin and say that I would have never consented to a man cumming on my face. I could keep on with my charade on being straight.
"Everything was consensual. I wanted this." I replied, speaking clearly and firmly this time.
The cop talked for the first time.
"Are you sure?"
I could not say why but it was this question which pushed me over the edge. I started yelling:
"AM I SURE?! Of course, I am sure! I think I would know if someone had raped me! I had sex with him but I had agreed to it! To all of it."
"Ok Tyler, but did your professor use his authority, his power to make you do things that..."
"HE DID NOT MAKE ME DO ANYTHING I DID NOT WANT TO." I had stood up.
Everyone looked scared now. I regretted my outburst and I tried to calm down.
"It happened after the class was over. I did not do it to get anything in return, to get good grades or anything. He asked me several times if I wanted this and every time I said yes. I'm an adult. I agreed to everything we did"
"Who came on to who?" Asked the dean.
"What does that matter? I'm telling you I was ok with it! Do I really need to answer those questions?"
"No, you don't." Settled the therapist with a calm and deep voice.
I was starting to feel like puking but the discussion continued and I sat back down. They no longer asked me such direct questions but they still wanted to know more. Sometimes, other people came in the room, or the dean had to come out to answer phone calls. There were talks about the press, communication plan, the legal procedure, my own mental stability and health... I was dizzy.
The conversation came back to the sexual relationship itself.
The truth is, I was not comfortable during the whole experience I had with my teacher, sometimes, I was even scared. Professor Fletcher was violent in his approach to sex. But I did like it. I did masturbate thinking of the moment he popped my cherry countless of times afterwards. He was an authority figure, yes. All of this may have been wrong, yes. But I had to say my truth and my own truth that even if it was all fucked up, I stayed anyway because I wanted him. Although, that did not mean other guys were not victims. I could only speak for myself.
"Can I go now?" I finally asked.
"Tyler, there will be consequences. You are going to need help." Dr. Harrison gives me his card. "The media are going to ask you questions... Your friends are going to ask you questions... We should call your parents and..."
"I'm a grown man. If this is what concerns you, I won't press charge against the school or answer any journalist questions. Am I expelled from the university?"
"Tyler, as I told you, we are with the students..." Repeated the dean.
"Ok, then, I just want to go. Can I please go?"
"Tyler..."
"Look, I won't commit suicide" - I had noticed this was one of their worries as well - "I'm fine." - obviously this could not be less true - "I just want to leave this office!"
They finally let me go.
[Chapter 18 continues below]
More stories including the complete story of My First Year in College and the first 16 chapters of the sequel, My First Year in Prison, as well as exclusive illustrations and bonus on Patreon: Thomas Lodge is creating Gay Erotic Stories | Patreon
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[WARNING BEFORE YOU READ THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER: This chapter is "heavier" than the previous ones. It is way more focused on the plot of the story rather than the erotic aspect of it. It also deals with difficult subjects, such as rape, consent and coming out. Reminder: this is only Tyler's views on the situation and I'm not in any way implying that Tyler's reasoning, or his experience on consent, is "right". This is pure fiction. That being said, enjoy your reading.]
My First Year in College
Chapter 18: Crash into me (Part 2)
I stumbled in endless corridors before finding my way in some toilets to puke. The university seemed empty. It was not 7pm yet, such quiet was not normal. Maybe school had been cancelled for the day due to the scandal. National medias were apparently standing outside the campus. Now that hundreds of files had been leaked online, the scandal had taken crazy proportions.
I realized that I was sweating a lot.
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I broke down on the bathroom floor. Crying out all the tears of my body. I could not read my texts, "FAG" they would say. What would I say to my family? To Austin? To all of my friends? In the entire country, I will be known as the guy who got fucked and jizzed on by his Laws Professor. Why did I let him take this picture of me? Why did I sign it?
After a while, I opened my computer. I knew it would hurt but I had to know. I found the files quickly, links to get them were all over the students' Facebook, WhatsApp and Telegram groups.
From a rapid and first look, I realized that the story was indeed way bigger than me. There were hundreds of files, concerning at least 30 or 40 students, oldest files dated from 10 years before. Some of them had it even worse than me, not only there were pictures but also videos. I saw some familiar faces, some gay guys I've seen on campus. All of the files contained at least one Polaroid picture with the student's face full of cum and his signature.
It was surreal going through them. I recognized the sophomore who had filed a complaint. I hoped he was ok. I saw the picture of me. And then... pictures of a ginger guy...
Fuck. This guy was Gary!
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A whole file was named after him, it contained dozens of pictures and videos. It was one of the biggest files of the bunch. The first picture was the Polaroid one: his cute face covered, his tongue out, proudly showing off the thick cum of Fletcher on the tip of it.
But then, 3 other pictures visibly taken at 3 different times were shot the same way with slight variations. On one of the pictures, Gary was licking cum out of Fletcher's feet. In another one, it was not his face, but his asshole slightly covered with pale ginger hair who was leaking with white semen. In the last one, the word "SLUT" was written on his forehead with a black marker. It was of course covered with jizz.
Visibly, Gary was the exception. The one guy Professor Fletcher accepted to see several times.
Several clips showed Gary getting fucked, slapped, spit on and even pissed on. In most of the videos, Gary was pleading for more abuse, sometimes wearing thongs or other feminine clothes.
I could not believe it. I had known him for more than 6 months. To the best of my knowledge, he had a girlfriend. And there he was, being Fletcher's bitch. Taking his load in his ass, moaning of pleasure, begging for more.
In the last video I watched, Gary was shouting: "feed me with your cum daddy and then make me swallow all of your piss, I'm your piggy boy!"
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I closed my computer.
Hours had passed and my phone had kept on vibrating this whole time.
In a way, seeing Gary like this helped me getting out of my torpor. Suddenly, I was worried about him and no longer about myself. If one picture had totally broken me, what must he be going through? This gave me a reason to stand up and go back to the dorms. I needed to talk to my friend, make sure he was ok.
I had to face the others anyway. I could not live in this bathroom forever.
Still disoriented, exhausted and drained, I painfully walked through the campus. I had not eaten and had puked several times. I was in every way, empty. The winter would nearly come to an end, but for now, it was freezing outside. I liked that sensation, it calmed me down a bit.
I arrived at Building C. I don't even know how I managed to get there.
When I came in, I immediately saw a group of people beyond the lobby, in the lounge area.
It was past midnight but everyone was there. The guys from football team, Martin, Henry, Steve, Luis, and even Tobias, who did not live in the dorms, were present. All the other residents seemed to be there as well, Ashley and Janice were visibly concerned. Gary was not among them though. Where was he?
Of course, Austin was there too, discussing with... my brother. Ryan had come to campus, probably looking for me.
I entered the room and it was like the world had just stopped moving. A heavy silence fell upon me and everyone turned towards me, shocked to see me there, as if I were a ghost.
Austin and my brother took a second to react but were the first to walk, almost run, towards me.
"Ty, are you ok?" Austin asked, he seemed overwhelmed.
"Ty, I'm here!" Said my brother at the same time.
I put my bag on the floor and hugged them both at the same time. The hug lasted several seconds, maybe several minutes. I loved them so much.
"What did this fucking asshole do to you?" whispered Austin in my ear.
I took a step back.
"Nothing. He did nothing."
"Ty.... We know... We have seen the picture."
"I mean..." I spoke louder. I wanted everyone to hear it, I did not want to have to repeat myself. "Fletcher did not do anything that I did not want him to do." Someone gasped in the group behind Austin and my brother.
Austin stood there, in shock. My brother tried to gain back control of the situation: "Let's go talk bro. Somewhere private."
But Martin loudly asked:
"What do you mean man? You wanted this?" He then continued: "I told you guys! Gary wanted it. Tyler wanted it as well! There was consent! Justice for Fletcher!"
"SHUT UP!" Shouted Austin. He started to run towards Martin but I stopped him.
"Not cool guys, calm down" mumbled Steve, visibly anxious.
"He's right! Martin is right!" I cried. "I wanted to fuck with him! I actually enjoyed it! That's just... I... Guys, it was just sex, it was nothing! I'm just... I just did not want people to know. I... I... I am gay."
A few seconds of silence ensued and someone clapped, Ashley said: "Well! That's better news than a rape! I, for one, am glad it was consensual!"
I heard a few laughs and someone said "So what? He's gay... Who fucking cares?"
I was staring at the floor at this point. I could not look to any of them. Especially to one of them. Austin.
"Ty..." Austin spoke. "You are... gay?"
I felt incredulity in his voice... Or was it disappointment? Or worse, disgust?
That was too much. After all I had been through during the day, Austin's tone and those few words were the last straw. I did not say another word and got out of the building. I had no idea where I was going but I had to leave.
I started to run and heard Austin running behind me. My brother telling him to give me some air. It was now snowing outside. I almost fell running on a patch of ice.
"TYLER! Where the fuck you think you are going?"
Austin was faster than me and managed to caught up to me easily, he gripped me by the shoulders. I turned around and faced him.
"Tyler... you..."
"Austin, I'm sorry, ok... I just did not..."
"Tyler... I let you..." He was looking for his words. Our faces had never been that close to each other. I was trying to avoid his eyes but he was holding me tight: "You lied to me. I confined myself in you... I told you everything about me!"
"Austin..."
"Fuck Tyler! This whole time you were gay, this whole time you were fucking with your teacher! Since the first day we met, you were lying to me!"
"It happened only once with Fletcher..."
"I DON'T CARE! It happened! And it's not just that... You are gay! You cried over the phone after breaking up with Sofia! I was there for you! It was all bullshit?! Was Sofia even real?"
"No, she was not... but..."
Austin did not let me finish, I had nothing to say anyway.
"Tyler, I let you touch me! I let you... do things! I mean..." He seemed as lost as I was, the snow falling on his beautiful hair. "Ty, you did more than just touch me..." His voice was breaking.
So, that was it. The part he was most mad about. I sucked his cock. It was fine, a fun time between bros when I was straight, but now that I was gay, this was a betrayal.
I knew I was in the wrong but I was a stupid college boy, completely in distress after having the worst day of my life, and as if the situation were not bad enough, I thought it was clever to respond:
"As if you did not like it when I sucked your dick Austin!"
He raised his fist and almost punched me, stopping himself a few inches from my eyes. He was shaking but he was still holding me with his left arm.
"I... I trusted you." He spoke, his lips only an inch away from mines.
Deep down, I knew I had no right to play with him. And he did not even know the full truth. The fact that I tried to destroy his relationship with Ashley... The catfishing... The touching in his sleep...
"Punch me, Austin. I deserve it"
I was sincere. We stayed like this. His fist still raised in the air. Under the snow. The both of us, in a moment frozen in time.
"PUNCH ME!" I shouted.
Austin was crying too now. I yelled even louder in the middle of the park.
"FUCKING PUNCH ME! I'M A FAG AND I DID NOT TELL YOU ABOUT IT! I KEPT IT HIDDEN SO THAT, I COULD KEEP ON CHECKING YOU OUT! SO THAT, I COULD KEEP ON TOUCHING YOU! SO THAT, YOU WOULD LET ME SUCK YOUR DICK."
Austin let go of me. He looked devastated.
"I trusted you." He said again. "I thought of you like a brother."
This was the worst of it all. His disappointment.
I started to run again. Towards where? I had no idea. I just needed to escape this, all of this. I had to run away as fast and as far as I could. I crossed the street.
I heard the brakes before I saw the car. It was already too late. The blue Mercedes hit me. The shock was violent. I was thrown against the hard sidewalk. A reflex must have told me to put my arms first but I still felt my whole body crushing against the concrete.
I heard someone screaming. An awful scream, the type of sounds you only hear once in your lifetime. In the worst possible moment of your life.
I remember turning my head, the snow on my left was turning red. I was surprised at first but then, I realized it was my own blood. I passed out. I felt like I was dying.
"I thought of you like a brother."
Austin's last words before I was hit would be stuck in my head forever.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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[WARNING BEFORE YOU READ THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER: This chapter is "heavier" than the previous ones. It is way more focused on the plot of the story rather than the erotic aspect of it. It also deals with difficult subjects, such as rape, consent and coming out. Reminder: this is only Tyler's views on the situation and I'm not in any way implying that Tyler's reasoning, or his experience on consent, is "right". This is pure fiction. That being said, enjoy your reading.]
My First Year in College
Chapter 18: Crash into me (Part 2)
I stumbled in endless corridors before finding my way in some toilets to puke. The university seemed empty. It was not 7pm yet, such quiet was not normal. Maybe school had been cancelled for the day due to the scandal. National medias were apparently standing outside the campus. Now that hundreds of files had been leaked online, the scandal had taken crazy proportions.
I realized that I was sweating a lot.
I broke down on the bathroom floor. Crying out all the tears of my body. I could not read my texts, "FAG" they would say. What would I say to my family? To Austin? To all of my friends? In the entire country, I will be known as the guy who got fucked and jizzed on by his Laws Professor. Why did I let him take this picture of me? Why did I sign it?
After a while, I opened my computer. I knew it would hurt but I had to know. I found the files quickly, links to get them were all over the students' Facebook, WhatsApp and Telegram groups.
From a rapid and first look, I realized that the story was indeed way bigger than me. There were hundreds of files, concerning at least 30 or 40 students, oldest files dated from 10 years before. Some of them had it even worse than me, not only there were pictures but also videos. I saw some familiar faces, some gay guys I've seen on campus. All of the files contained at least one Polaroid picture with the student's face full of cum and his signature.
It was surreal going through them. I recognized the sophomore who had filed a complaint. I hoped he was ok. I saw the picture of me. And then... pictures of a ginger guy...
Fuck. This guy was Gary!
A whole file was named after him, it contained dozens of pictures and videos. It was one of the biggest files of the bunch. The first picture was the Polaroid one: his cute face covered, his tongue out, proudly showing off the thick cum of Fletcher on the tip of it.
But then, 3 other pictures visibly taken at 3 different times were shot the same way with slight variations. On one of the pictures, Gary was licking cum out of Fletcher's feet. In another one, it was not his face, but his asshole slightly covered with pale ginger hair who was leaking with white semen. In the last one, the word "SLUT" was written on his forehead with a black marker. It was of course covered with jizz.
Visibly, Gary was the exception. The one guy Professor Fletcher accepted to see several times.
Several clips showed Gary getting fucked, slapped, spit on and even pissed on. In most of the videos, Gary was pleading for more abuse, sometimes wearing thongs or other feminine clothes.
I could not believe it. I had known him for more than 6 months. To the best of my knowledge, he had a girlfriend. And there he was, being Fletcher's bitch. Taking his load in his ass, moaning of pleasure, begging for more.
In the last video I watched, Gary was shouting: "feed me with your cum daddy and then make me swallow all of your piss, I'm your piggy boy!"
I closed my computer.
Hours had passed and my phone had kept on vibrating this whole time.
In a way, seeing Gary like this helped me getting out of my torpor. Suddenly, I was worried about him and no longer about myself. If one picture had totally broken me, what must he be going through? This gave me a reason to stand up and go back to the dorms. I needed to talk to my friend, make sure he was ok.
I had to face the others anyway. I could not live in this bathroom forever.
Still disoriented, exhausted and drained, I painfully walked through the campus. I had not eaten and had puked several times. I was in every way, empty. The winter would nearly come to an end, but for now, it was freezing outside. I liked that sensation, it calmed me down a bit.
I arrived at Building C. I don't even know how I managed to get there.
When I came in, I immediately saw a group of people beyond the lobby, in the lounge area.
It was past midnight but everyone was there. The guys from football team, Martin, Henry, Steve, Luis, and even Tobias, who did not live in the dorms, were present. All the other residents seemed to be there as well, Ashley and Janice were visibly concerned. Gary was not among them though. Where was he?
Of course, Austin was there too, discussing with... my brother. Ryan had come to campus, probably looking for me.
I entered the room and it was like the world had just stopped moving. A heavy silence fell upon me and everyone turned towards me, shocked to see me there, as if I were a ghost.
Austin and my brother took a second to react but were the first to walk, almost run, towards me.
"Ty, are you ok?" Austin asked, he seemed overwhelmed.
"Ty, I'm here!" Said my brother at the same time.
I put my bag on the floor and hugged them both at the same time. The hug lasted several seconds, maybe several minutes. I loved them so much.
"What did this fucking asshole do to you?" whispered Austin in my ear.
I took a step back.
"Nothing. He did nothing."
"Ty.... We know... We have seen the picture."
"I mean..." I spoke louder. I wanted everyone to hear it, I did not want to have to repeat myself. "Fletcher did not do anything that I did not want him to do." Someone gasped in the group behind Austin and my brother.
Austin stood there, in shock. My brother tried to gain back control of the situation: "Let's go talk bro. Somewhere private."
But Martin loudly asked:
"What do you mean man? You wanted this?" He then continued: "I told you guys! Gary wanted it. Tyler wanted it as well! There was consent! Justice for Fletcher!"
"SHUT UP!" Shouted Austin. He started to run towards Martin but I stopped him.
"Not cool guys, calm down" mumbled Steve, visibly anxious.
"He's right! Martin is right!" I cried. "I wanted to fuck with him! I actually enjoyed it! That's just... I... Guys, it was just sex, it was nothing! I'm just... I just did not want people to know. I... I... I am gay."
A few seconds of silence ensued and someone clapped, Ashley said: "Well! That's better news than a rape! I, for one, am glad it was consensual!"
I heard a few laughs and someone said "So what? He's gay... Who fucking cares?"
I was staring at the floor at this point. I could not look to any of them. Especially to one of them. Austin.
"Ty..." Austin spoke. "You are... gay?"
I felt incredulity in his voice... Or was it disappointment? Or worse, disgust?
That was too much. After all I had been through during the day, Austin's tone and those few words were the last straw. I did not say another word and got out of the building. I had no idea where I was going but I had to leave.
I started to run and heard Austin running behind me. My brother telling him to give me some air. It was now snowing outside. I almost fell running on a patch of ice.
"TYLER! Where the fuck you think you are going?"
Austin was faster than me and managed to caught up to me easily, he gripped me by the shoulders. I turned around and faced him.
"Tyler... you..."
"Austin, I'm sorry, ok... I just did not..."
"Tyler... I let you..." He was looking for his words. Our faces had never been that close to each other. I was trying to avoid his eyes but he was holding me tight: "You lied to me. I confined myself in you... I told you everything about me!"
"Austin..."
"Fuck Tyler! This whole time you were gay, this whole time you were fucking with your teacher! Since the first day we met, you were lying to me!"
"It happened only once with Fletcher..."
"I DON'T CARE! It happened! And it's not just that... You are gay! You cried over the phone after breaking up with Sofia! I was there for you! It was all bullshit?! Was Sofia even real?"
"No, she was not... but..."
Austin did not let me finish, I had nothing to say anyway.
"Tyler, I let you touch me! I let you... do things! I mean..." He seemed as lost as I was, the snow falling on his beautiful hair. "Ty, you did more than just touch me..." His voice was breaking.
So, that was it. The part he was most mad about. I sucked his cock. It was fine, a fun time between bros when I was straight, but now that I was gay, this was a betrayal.
I knew I was in the wrong but I was a stupid college boy, completely in distress after having the worst day of my life, and as if the situation were not bad enough, I thought it was clever to respond:
"As if you did not like it when I sucked your dick Austin!"
He raised his fist and almost punched me, stopping himself a few inches from my eyes. He was shaking but he was still holding me with his left arm.
"I... I trusted you." He spoke, his lips only an inch away from mines.
Deep down, I knew I had no right to play with him. And he did not even know the full truth. The fact that I tried to destroy his relationship with Ashley... The catfishing... The touching in his sleep...
"Punch me, Austin. I deserve it"
I was sincere. We stayed like this. His fist still raised in the air. Under the snow. The both of us, in a moment frozen in time.
"PUNCH ME!" I shouted.
Austin was crying too now. I yelled even louder in the middle of the park.
"FUCKING PUNCH ME! I'M A FAG AND I DID NOT TELL YOU ABOUT IT! I KEPT IT HIDDEN SO THAT, I COULD KEEP ON CHECKING YOU OUT! SO THAT, I COULD KEEP ON TOUCHING YOU! SO THAT, YOU WOULD LET ME SUCK YOUR DICK."
Austin let go of me. He looked devastated.
"I trusted you." He said again. "I thought of you like a brother."
This was the worst of it all. His disappointment.
I started to run again. Towards where? I had no idea. I just needed to escape this, all of this. I had to run away as fast and as far as I could. I crossed the street.
I heard the brakes before I saw the car. It was already too late. The blue Mercedes hit me. The shock was violent. I was thrown against the hard sidewalk. A reflex must have told me to put my arms first but I still felt my whole body crushing against the concrete.
I heard someone screaming. An awful scream, the type of sounds you only hear once in your lifetime. In the worst possible moment of your life.
I remember turning my head, the snow on my left was turning red. I was surprised at first but then, I realized it was my own blood. I passed out. I felt like I was dying.
"I thought of you like a brother."
Austin's last words before I was hit would be stuck in my head forever.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
This is so well written, Tyler for me might be my favourite his honesty in this situation most people would lie and play the victim due to the embarrassment and the amount of pressure from authorities
Dude this was amazing great work honestly. The revaluation about Gary I genuinely gasp such a good twist I didn’t see it coming at all
Damn, this really took a turn but definitely will be needing that next part!
Really gonna make us wait a week after that… you are a twisted individual
Holy crap wow. This is so well written! I feel for Tyler, and this is weird because this was supposed to be a sexy story but I also understand Austin’s point of view. Yeah it was all fun when Tyler and Austin had their naughty thing going. It was fun and exhilarating seeing that through Ty’s perspective. But I didn’t actually know or realize what Austin’s perspective was like and how much of a betrayal that is. Wow!
I came to jack off, and yet here I am, emotionally invested into this story. I’m conflicted. Great writing
Thank you very much for your comments. It means a lot!
I know this chapter was sort of heavy, but do not worry, for the next chapter, we will be back to STEAMY!
I know this chapter was sort of heavy, but do not worry, for the next chapter, we will be back to STEAMY!
In… the ER??
:0No it was really good.The sex stuff is great but we character developments and twists, turns and susprises. For me the strongest chapter so far loved it
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My First Year in College
Chapter 19: What makes a good nurse (Part 1)
"I thought of you like a brother." Austin had said.
I could only perceive shadows above me. I smelt blood. I had never realized blood had a particular smell. Now, I knew.
I heard the voice of my brother.
Then Austin.
I passed out again.
I was in an ambulance at some point. I barely remember anything that happened between the moment I was hit by the car and the moment I woke up in the hospital.
I opened my eyes with difficulty.
Again, it was all a blur. I was thirsty. I could see someone semi-asleep on a chair next to me. The memories came back slowly. Good news, it meant that my brain was still working.
But I did not want to remember, the picture being leaked, the meeting with the dean, the coming-out in front of everyone, the fight with Austin...
Austin, he was the one sitting by my side.
"Water." I managed to whisper.
Austin fully woke up immediately.
"Ty." He put his hand on my forehead.
"Water." I repeated.
"Sure, I'm going to look for a nurse!" Austin looked grave. He had dark circles under his eyes. Like this, he looked much older than before. Was I in the coma for that long?
"Am I... Is it bad?" I spoke with a very weak voice.
"Everything is ok, Ty. You are going to be ok. Both of your arms have been seriously injured but you will be fine."
What did that mean exactly? I was feeling a strong pain in my chest. I tried to talk, he stopped me, putting a finger on my mouth.
"Shhh. I'm going to go look for a nurse. Everything is ok, Ty."
Still, he seemed more worried than ever.
A few minutes later, a nurse was helping me out while Austin was waiting patiently behind her. I learnt that my right arm was broken, I had already gone through surgery and my arm was in a cast. I had several fractures in my left arm and wrist. The rest of my body was covered in bruises but nothing too serious. Everything was hurting though. The worst may have been the fractured ribs. It hurt at every breath I was painfully taking.
I had been in the hospital for 36 hours. Austin had apparently not slept since then. He said I had woken up for less than a minute at some point but I had no recollection of that.
"I'm so sorry Ty... You have no idea." Austin finally said.
"Sorry about what?" I whispered as I was slowly coming back to my senses.
"I mean... the accident... what I said... the way I reacted." His beautiful blue eyes were tearing up.
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I looked at him, very seriously:
"Austin. I am going to say something to you and I am going to mean it. I am the one who is sorry. I am the one who ran in the middle of the street. You have no responsibility in that."
Austin started crying. He held my hand. It hurt.
"Oh sorry." He pushed back his hand and I smiled. "Tyler, I..."
"Look Austin, I should have told you... It's just... I had never told anyone that I was... that I am gay and ..."
"Tyler, you did not have to say or do anything at all. And I don't give a fuck about you being gay. Really!"
"I did not mean to break your trust... I know that we have done things..."
"I don't care about that! At all! This is not why I was mad..." He looked at me with such care in his eyes. I loved him so much, seeing him hurt was more painful than any broken bone in my body.
"That day, I was so worried about you. You have no idea; I was on edge! There were rumors. When I saw the fucking picture, I wanted to go and kill that Fletcher guy myself! Gary was escorted by his parents, they cancelled class and we had no idea where you were. I called your brother... This lasted for hours and hours. You did not answer my texts. I was afraid for the worst. As the files were being shared, it became evident that most of the guys in there were gay, and people started to say that there was no rape at all..."
He was speaking rapidely, he had a lot to get off his chest. He probably had been wanted to explain himself for the last couple of days:
"Some of the guys featured in the files even defended Fletcher! "Justice for Fletcher", they were chanting in the park! Others were shouting back: "Rapist in prison"! And when people started asking about you, saying that you had probably agreed too... Saying that you were gay. I..."
He stopped his narrative at that point. He took some deep breaths and continued:
"Tyler, everyone came to me cause they thought I knew you so well. I told them that you were my best friend, you would have told me if you were gay. I was certain you would have told me if you have done something like that, I mean, if you had done it willingly... I was sure you had been drugged or something... I kept on telling the same story to everyone, I wanted for people to look for you... I was so worried. And then, when you said, in front of everyone, that they were right. You were... well, you were gay. I felt like I did not know you anymore... I felt everyone else had understood you better than I did..."
I was crying too at this point. I could not say a word. After a couple minutes of silence, Austin said: "This is why I got angry. This is the part where I lost it. I felt we were so close before and it was like, suddenly, you were a stranger."
"Aw Austin... If you knew how sorry I am..." There were so many things I wanted to tell him but the words could not come out. Physically and mentally, I was drained.
"No, Ty! With everything that happened to you when the picture was leaked, I should have been supportive. I should have been there! Ty, I came after you as if I were ready to fight you! You were living the worst moment of your life!"
Austin put his face in his own hands. "I'm an asshole and you ended up... I saw everything Ty! Everything! I saw that the car was about to hit you. I screamed. I ran. But it was too late, you were on the ground and...I thought you were dead." He cried even more. "And it was all my fault."
"I forbid you to say that, Austin." My voice was raspy, weak. But he needed to hear this. "Look, this is all so stupid. I was stupid." I marked a pause. "All I hope is that we can remain friends."
"More than that" He said, coming to carefully hug me: "Brothers."
At that moment, the door of the room opened and my actual brother, Ryan, came into the room.
"How the fuck dare you come in here?! I told you we did not need you here!"
He took Austin by the throat and pushed him against the wall.
"Ryan!" I shouted.
He looked at me and he instantly released Austin from his grip. He came towards me. Touched my hair.
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"Ty, you're awake... How are you?"
"I'm good. Everything is ok."
Ryan kissed my forehead:
"We were so worried."
"I know, I'm sorry..."
"Don't apologize! This asshole should be the one apologizing..." He pointed to Austin in the corner of the room, he was like paralyzed.
"Ryan, Austin has nothing to do with this mess. The whole thing was... It was just chaos... and I did a stupid thing, I crossed the streets without looking and... Please Ryan, don't be mad at Austin, really, we are good. He's my best friend... We talked."
Ryan looked at Austin in defiance.
"I saw you guys fighting and then I saw you lied down, in the snow... there was so much blood! It was the worst thing I had ever seen in my life!"
Austin whispered: "That was the worst thing for me too."
Ryan was about to snap back when I said, as loudly as I possibly could:
"Come on guys! I'm the gay one here, and you're the drama queens!" I smiled. They seemed to calm down.
"I don't know what I would do without you, Ty." Ryan was slowly caressing my hair.
"That's fine, Ryan. I'm still here."
"Seeing you, like this..."
"I know, it's ok."
"Mom and Dad are coming; they have been staying at an hotel right outside the hospital."
"Do they know... everything?" I got suddenly worried.
"They know. They know everything. They don't care about the photo. They don't care about this stupid coming out. They are just worried about you."
Austin left and let me spend some time with my family. I was still extremely tired but I was happy to finally be able to speak freely around them. What a way to come out I thought... It should have never gotten to that point.
In the next few days, I slowly regained some energy and started some physical rehabilitation. I would stay at least 12 more days at the hospital. Janice and Austin organized everything so I could keep up with classes. The university was still processing the aftermath of the scandal, some of the students featured in the files had left, some others had stayed. Nobody had seen Gary since then. I hoped he was fine.
The insurance refused to cover the hospital bills as my "careless behavior" was the cause of the accident. But soon, the college and my parents' lawyer found a deal. The university accepted to pay for my medical bills, they had more important things to deal with and this accident was the one thing they did not need on top of the nationwide scandal. I did not want to press charges against anyone anyway, Professor Fletcher, the university, the driver of the car, or the anonymous person who had leaked the files. I just wished I could leave all of this behind me.
At first, I thought I would have to leave college, just like Gary, maybe move across the country, but as the days went by, several of my classmates came to see me at the hospital, always reassuring me that their only concerns was that I would be Ok now. I learnt that the investigation against Fletcher would continue, two of the guys had decided to press charges.
Martin came to see me and apologized; he did not need to but he felt responsible as his words had played a part in my fight with Austin.
Steve visited me a few days later and announced that he had come out as bisexual. He told me that he initially wanted his coming out to be as dramatic as mine but when he realized that it would be impossible, he opted for a simple discussion instead of a sex scandal, a big announcement, immediately followed by a serious accident. I laughed and my bruised ribs did not like that.
His girlfriend was not too happy with the news and she broke up with him.
Steve came back at the hospital a couple of times after that. He had always been the funny and laid back one in our group but this time, he had troubles to come in terms with what had happened to Gary. Steve and Gary had been roommates and friends for more than 6 months and it turned out that they were both lying to each other. Such a waste of time.
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Since the beginning of the year, Steve had been one of the hot jocks I would fantasize about but now, I could see him under a whole new light. He was confiding in me. He was sharing how he felt on being bisexual, how he was disappointed his girlfriend could not understand it, how difficult it was to be a black man in our society and how he did not want to add another stigma to his name.
It is crazy how you get stuck in your own mind sometimes. Of course, the fittest and most confident guys of campus had their struggles too.
Eventually, it was decided that I would stay one week or so at my brother's place after I got out of the hospital - I would still need a lot of helps with my arms in a cast or wrapped in bandages - and afterwards, I would come back to college to finish the semester. Austin would help me out if I still needed support for daily tasks.
At some point, Ryan had no choice but to thank Austin for everything he was doing to make sure I could come back to college in the best conditions possible. I was so grateful for Austin, Ryan and Janice, they truly were my guardian angels.
During the ten days I spent at Ryan's place, Mallory moved in with one of her co-worker so I could use their bedroom while Ryan would sleep on the couch. I felt a bit guilty to cause so much trouble but they both said it was the perfect solution, Ryan was soon to be a doctor himself and more than qualified to help me out and the worst-case scenario for me would have been to be forced to go back to my parents' home.
The first day back at my brother's house, I felt like I was living again. No more white walls of the hospital, no more moody nurses, no more disgusting food, and a huge king size bed.
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Having Ryan as my own personal nurse was weird and enjoyable at the same time. I could now use a fork or spoon to eat but he had to cut my meat and helped me with daily tasks. Showering and going to the toilets were a big part of that.
"Ryan, I think I need to pee." I was trying to ignore my urge to pee after coming back from the hospital but a couple hours later, I had to give in. We would have to deal with that at some point or another.
"Oh boy, here we go!" He said smiling, rolling up his sleeves as if he were about to start an important work.
We went to the bathroom. This was awkward.
"So, how do you want to proceed little brother?"
"I mean, I think I can manage sliding down my pants, the hard part is putting them back on."
"Ok... Look, I will unzip you. You can slide down the trousers yourself or ask me to do it, I stay right here. And when you're done, I'll put the trousers and underwear back on, and I'll try not to cut your penis off while zipping your pants."
"Deal."
I moved towards the toilets, still very slow, the trip to get there from the hospital had tired me and my ribs were still aching. He knelt down next to me, unzipped me and contrary to what we had said just before, proceeded to slide down my trousers. I was wearing an old pair of underwear that barely fit me anymore, stuff my mom had brought from home to the hospital.
"Here we go! Let's release the monster!" He joked. I knew he was trying to lighten the mood but that made it so much more uncomfortable. He slid down my underwear slowly and a few seconds later, my dick and balls were hanging a few inches from his face.
"Do I need to hold it? I don't want you to piss on the floor" He asked.
I did not know if he was serious. At the hospital, I could manage to hold my dick with my hand but my grip and therefore my aim was not that good.
"I mean... I cannot guarantee a perfect shot."
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"Here." I was so surprised; he grabbed my flaccid cock in his right hand. My balls were hairier than usual, I could not shave for the past couple of weeks. At his warm touch, I felt a reaction inside me. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore it. I needed to pee really bad.
"Don't pee on me" he said.
"You're the one in control. You're the one holding my cock!" Such a strange sentence to say to your own brother.
I peed. Maybe it was because he was used to touching other people bodies during his internship but Ryan was almost clinical about it. He did a great job, he even pulled my foreskin back and forth to let the last drops of pee fall into the bowl. I was feeling the semi coming, he must have felt it too. He pulled back my underwear, readjusted my balls and penis at the right place, and then pulled back my trousers.
Now that my dick was hidden under my pants, I let my semi developed. Sure, it was a bit uncomfortable exposing myself to my brother, but after all, I had seen way more of him than just his penis... But this, he had no idea about.
"Well, that was a first." He spoke when we were back in the living-room.
I looked at him, awkwardly.
"I'm so sorry you have to take care of me like this."
"I try to see it as my training for future patients. And what bros are for if not holding your cock when you have to pee?!" We both laughed. Fuck, my ribs! Laughing was still a bad idea.
We ate dinner watching some Netflix show and I was glad to feel some sort of normalcy. Ryan went to shower before me, he did not bother wearing pajamas this time and was just wearing black boxer briefs. I recognized them from his secret Instagram. His butt and bulge looked amazing in those. His body was more defined than ever.
Now, he was fully aware I was gay, still, he did not seem to mind one bit. Even better, it was like he was showing off even more! His chest and thighs' hair were still wet from the shower. He looked delicious.
"Your turn?"
"We can do it tomorrow... It's a whole thing showering with the casts..."
"Nope. You stink Tyler. Shower is mandatory."
I followed him in the bathroom. He helped me take off my sweater and t-shirt, it was a difficult and painful process. Still those fucking ribs!
[Chapter 19 continues below]
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My First Year in College
Chapter 19: What makes a good nurse (Part 1)
"I thought of you like a brother." Austin had said.
I could only perceive shadows above me. I smelt blood. I had never realized blood had a particular smell. Now, I knew.
I heard the voice of my brother.
Then Austin.
I passed out again.
I was in an ambulance at some point. I barely remember anything that happened between the moment I was hit by the car and the moment I woke up in the hospital.
I opened my eyes with difficulty.
Again, it was all a blur. I was thirsty. I could see someone semi-asleep on a chair next to me. The memories came back slowly. Good news, it meant that my brain was still working.
But I did not want to remember, the picture being leaked, the meeting with the dean, the coming-out in front of everyone, the fight with Austin...
Austin, he was the one sitting by my side.
"Water." I managed to whisper.
Austin fully woke up immediately.
"Ty." He put his hand on my forehead.
"Water." I repeated.
"Sure, I'm going to look for a nurse!" Austin looked grave. He had dark circles under his eyes. Like this, he looked much older than before. Was I in the coma for that long?
"Am I... Is it bad?" I spoke with a very weak voice.
"Everything is ok, Ty. You are going to be ok. Both of your arms have been seriously injured but you will be fine."
What did that mean exactly? I was feeling a strong pain in my chest. I tried to talk, he stopped me, putting a finger on my mouth.
"Shhh. I'm going to go look for a nurse. Everything is ok, Ty."
Still, he seemed more worried than ever.
A few minutes later, a nurse was helping me out while Austin was waiting patiently behind her. I learnt that my right arm was broken, I had already gone through surgery and my arm was in a cast. I had several fractures in my left arm and wrist. The rest of my body was covered in bruises but nothing too serious. Everything was hurting though. The worst may have been the fractured ribs. It hurt at every breath I was painfully taking.
I had been in the hospital for 36 hours. Austin had apparently not slept since then. He said I had woken up for less than a minute at some point but I had no recollection of that.
"I'm so sorry Ty... You have no idea." Austin finally said.
"Sorry about what?" I whispered as I was slowly coming back to my senses.
"I mean... the accident... what I said... the way I reacted." His beautiful blue eyes were tearing up.
I looked at him, very seriously:
"Austin. I am going to say something to you and I am going to mean it. I am the one who is sorry. I am the one who ran in the middle of the street. You have no responsibility in that."
Austin started crying. He held my hand. It hurt.
"Oh sorry." He pushed back his hand and I smiled. "Tyler, I..."
"Look Austin, I should have told you... It's just... I had never told anyone that I was... that I am gay and ..."
"Tyler, you did not have to say or do anything at all. And I don't give a fuck about you being gay. Really!"
"I did not mean to break your trust... I know that we have done things..."
"I don't care about that! At all! This is not why I was mad..." He looked at me with such care in his eyes. I loved him so much, seeing him hurt was more painful than any broken bone in my body.
"That day, I was so worried about you. You have no idea; I was on edge! There were rumors. When I saw the fucking picture, I wanted to go and kill that Fletcher guy myself! Gary was escorted by his parents, they cancelled class and we had no idea where you were. I called your brother... This lasted for hours and hours. You did not answer my texts. I was afraid for the worst. As the files were being shared, it became evident that most of the guys in there were gay, and people started to say that there was no rape at all..."
He was speaking rapidely, he had a lot to get off his chest. He probably had been wanted to explain himself for the last couple of days:
"Some of the guys featured in the files even defended Fletcher! "Justice for Fletcher", they were chanting in the park! Others were shouting back: "Rapist in prison"! And when people started asking about you, saying that you had probably agreed too... Saying that you were gay. I..."
He stopped his narrative at that point. He took some deep breaths and continued:
"Tyler, everyone came to me cause they thought I knew you so well. I told them that you were my best friend, you would have told me if you were gay. I was certain you would have told me if you have done something like that, I mean, if you had done it willingly... I was sure you had been drugged or something... I kept on telling the same story to everyone, I wanted for people to look for you... I was so worried. And then, when you said, in front of everyone, that they were right. You were... well, you were gay. I felt like I did not know you anymore... I felt everyone else had understood you better than I did..."
I was crying too at this point. I could not say a word. After a couple minutes of silence, Austin said: "This is why I got angry. This is the part where I lost it. I felt we were so close before and it was like, suddenly, you were a stranger."
"Aw Austin... If you knew how sorry I am..." There were so many things I wanted to tell him but the words could not come out. Physically and mentally, I was drained.
"No, Ty! With everything that happened to you when the picture was leaked, I should have been supportive. I should have been there! Ty, I came after you as if I were ready to fight you! You were living the worst moment of your life!"
Austin put his face in his own hands. "I'm an asshole and you ended up... I saw everything Ty! Everything! I saw that the car was about to hit you. I screamed. I ran. But it was too late, you were on the ground and...I thought you were dead." He cried even more. "And it was all my fault."
"I forbid you to say that, Austin." My voice was raspy, weak. But he needed to hear this. "Look, this is all so stupid. I was stupid." I marked a pause. "All I hope is that we can remain friends."
"More than that" He said, coming to carefully hug me: "Brothers."
At that moment, the door of the room opened and my actual brother, Ryan, came into the room.
"How the fuck dare you come in here?! I told you we did not need you here!"
He took Austin by the throat and pushed him against the wall.
"Ryan!" I shouted.
He looked at me and he instantly released Austin from his grip. He came towards me. Touched my hair.
"Ty, you're awake... How are you?"
"I'm good. Everything is ok."
Ryan kissed my forehead:
"We were so worried."
"I know, I'm sorry..."
"Don't apologize! This asshole should be the one apologizing..." He pointed to Austin in the corner of the room, he was like paralyzed.
"Ryan, Austin has nothing to do with this mess. The whole thing was... It was just chaos... and I did a stupid thing, I crossed the streets without looking and... Please Ryan, don't be mad at Austin, really, we are good. He's my best friend... We talked."
Ryan looked at Austin in defiance.
"I saw you guys fighting and then I saw you lied down, in the snow... there was so much blood! It was the worst thing I had ever seen in my life!"
Austin whispered: "That was the worst thing for me too."
Ryan was about to snap back when I said, as loudly as I possibly could:
"Come on guys! I'm the gay one here, and you're the drama queens!" I smiled. They seemed to calm down.
"I don't know what I would do without you, Ty." Ryan was slowly caressing my hair.
"That's fine, Ryan. I'm still here."
"Seeing you, like this..."
"I know, it's ok."
"Mom and Dad are coming; they have been staying at an hotel right outside the hospital."
"Do they know... everything?" I got suddenly worried.
"They know. They know everything. They don't care about the photo. They don't care about this stupid coming out. They are just worried about you."
Austin left and let me spend some time with my family. I was still extremely tired but I was happy to finally be able to speak freely around them. What a way to come out I thought... It should have never gotten to that point.
In the next few days, I slowly regained some energy and started some physical rehabilitation. I would stay at least 12 more days at the hospital. Janice and Austin organized everything so I could keep up with classes. The university was still processing the aftermath of the scandal, some of the students featured in the files had left, some others had stayed. Nobody had seen Gary since then. I hoped he was fine.
The insurance refused to cover the hospital bills as my "careless behavior" was the cause of the accident. But soon, the college and my parents' lawyer found a deal. The university accepted to pay for my medical bills, they had more important things to deal with and this accident was the one thing they did not need on top of the nationwide scandal. I did not want to press charges against anyone anyway, Professor Fletcher, the university, the driver of the car, or the anonymous person who had leaked the files. I just wished I could leave all of this behind me.
At first, I thought I would have to leave college, just like Gary, maybe move across the country, but as the days went by, several of my classmates came to see me at the hospital, always reassuring me that their only concerns was that I would be Ok now. I learnt that the investigation against Fletcher would continue, two of the guys had decided to press charges.
Martin came to see me and apologized; he did not need to but he felt responsible as his words had played a part in my fight with Austin.
Steve visited me a few days later and announced that he had come out as bisexual. He told me that he initially wanted his coming out to be as dramatic as mine but when he realized that it would be impossible, he opted for a simple discussion instead of a sex scandal, a big announcement, immediately followed by a serious accident. I laughed and my bruised ribs did not like that.
His girlfriend was not too happy with the news and she broke up with him.
Steve came back at the hospital a couple of times after that. He had always been the funny and laid back one in our group but this time, he had troubles to come in terms with what had happened to Gary. Steve and Gary had been roommates and friends for more than 6 months and it turned out that they were both lying to each other. Such a waste of time.
Since the beginning of the year, Steve had been one of the hot jocks I would fantasize about but now, I could see him under a whole new light. He was confiding in me. He was sharing how he felt on being bisexual, how he was disappointed his girlfriend could not understand it, how difficult it was to be a black man in our society and how he did not want to add another stigma to his name.
It is crazy how you get stuck in your own mind sometimes. Of course, the fittest and most confident guys of campus had their struggles too.
Eventually, it was decided that I would stay one week or so at my brother's place after I got out of the hospital - I would still need a lot of helps with my arms in a cast or wrapped in bandages - and afterwards, I would come back to college to finish the semester. Austin would help me out if I still needed support for daily tasks.
At some point, Ryan had no choice but to thank Austin for everything he was doing to make sure I could come back to college in the best conditions possible. I was so grateful for Austin, Ryan and Janice, they truly were my guardian angels.
During the ten days I spent at Ryan's place, Mallory moved in with one of her co-worker so I could use their bedroom while Ryan would sleep on the couch. I felt a bit guilty to cause so much trouble but they both said it was the perfect solution, Ryan was soon to be a doctor himself and more than qualified to help me out and the worst-case scenario for me would have been to be forced to go back to my parents' home.
The first day back at my brother's house, I felt like I was living again. No more white walls of the hospital, no more moody nurses, no more disgusting food, and a huge king size bed.
Having Ryan as my own personal nurse was weird and enjoyable at the same time. I could now use a fork or spoon to eat but he had to cut my meat and helped me with daily tasks. Showering and going to the toilets were a big part of that.
"Ryan, I think I need to pee." I was trying to ignore my urge to pee after coming back from the hospital but a couple hours later, I had to give in. We would have to deal with that at some point or another.
"Oh boy, here we go!" He said smiling, rolling up his sleeves as if he were about to start an important work.
We went to the bathroom. This was awkward.
"So, how do you want to proceed little brother?"
"I mean, I think I can manage sliding down my pants, the hard part is putting them back on."
"Ok... Look, I will unzip you. You can slide down the trousers yourself or ask me to do it, I stay right here. And when you're done, I'll put the trousers and underwear back on, and I'll try not to cut your penis off while zipping your pants."
"Deal."
I moved towards the toilets, still very slow, the trip to get there from the hospital had tired me and my ribs were still aching. He knelt down next to me, unzipped me and contrary to what we had said just before, proceeded to slide down my trousers. I was wearing an old pair of underwear that barely fit me anymore, stuff my mom had brought from home to the hospital.
"Here we go! Let's release the monster!" He joked. I knew he was trying to lighten the mood but that made it so much more uncomfortable. He slid down my underwear slowly and a few seconds later, my dick and balls were hanging a few inches from his face.
"Do I need to hold it? I don't want you to piss on the floor" He asked.
I did not know if he was serious. At the hospital, I could manage to hold my dick with my hand but my grip and therefore my aim was not that good.
"I mean... I cannot guarantee a perfect shot."
"Here." I was so surprised; he grabbed my flaccid cock in his right hand. My balls were hairier than usual, I could not shave for the past couple of weeks. At his warm touch, I felt a reaction inside me. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore it. I needed to pee really bad.
"Don't pee on me" he said.
"You're the one in control. You're the one holding my cock!" Such a strange sentence to say to your own brother.
I peed. Maybe it was because he was used to touching other people bodies during his internship but Ryan was almost clinical about it. He did a great job, he even pulled my foreskin back and forth to let the last drops of pee fall into the bowl. I was feeling the semi coming, he must have felt it too. He pulled back my underwear, readjusted my balls and penis at the right place, and then pulled back my trousers.
Now that my dick was hidden under my pants, I let my semi developed. Sure, it was a bit uncomfortable exposing myself to my brother, but after all, I had seen way more of him than just his penis... But this, he had no idea about.
"Well, that was a first." He spoke when we were back in the living-room.
I looked at him, awkwardly.
"I'm so sorry you have to take care of me like this."
"I try to see it as my training for future patients. And what bros are for if not holding your cock when you have to pee?!" We both laughed. Fuck, my ribs! Laughing was still a bad idea.
We ate dinner watching some Netflix show and I was glad to feel some sort of normalcy. Ryan went to shower before me, he did not bother wearing pajamas this time and was just wearing black boxer briefs. I recognized them from his secret Instagram. His butt and bulge looked amazing in those. His body was more defined than ever.
Now, he was fully aware I was gay, still, he did not seem to mind one bit. Even better, it was like he was showing off even more! His chest and thighs' hair were still wet from the shower. He looked delicious.
"Your turn?"
"We can do it tomorrow... It's a whole thing showering with the casts..."
"Nope. You stink Tyler. Shower is mandatory."
I followed him in the bathroom. He helped me take off my sweater and t-shirt, it was a difficult and painful process. Still those fucking ribs!
[Chapter 19 continues below]
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My First Year in College
Chapter 19: What makes a good nurse (Part 2)
"You're ok, Ty?"
"Yeah... I am reducing the pain killers... It works, I do feel the pain now."
"Sit down on the toilets, I'll remove the pants." He started with my socks. Was he somewhat attracted to my feet? Or was he only into women's feet? In any case, I thought he took his damn time to slowly remove my socks. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers.
"You'll pee in the shower?"
"Yeah."
He removed my trousers and did the same thing with my underwear.
"You can wear a fresh pair of mine after the shower."
"Yes, ok". I said, totally naked in front of my brother. I was focused on not having a hard-on but I could already feel the semi coming as my brother was helping me out in his sexy underwear. I went into the shower with him and he started to play with the faucets, regulating pressure and warmth.
"Is it ok?"
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"It's perfect. Thank you."
"Do you need help washing?" Again, my dick reacted to that suggestion.
"No, I will be fine..."
"Did the nurse help you?"
"Just... just my back and my armpits..."
"Ok."
He took a washcloth, put some gel on it and started to scrub my back. I was getting hard and there was nothing I could do about it. He then shampooed my hair. His firm and delicate hands massaging my scalp.
"Do you mind if I took off my boxers? They're getting all wet."
He could not see I was already semi-hard but he would at some point... Him getting naked as well, sharing the shower... I knew I could not handle that.
"Do what you want, I think we are way passed this point!" I was still trying to play it cool. But he must have known how I felt around him.
I heard him behind me taking off his underwear. I had already seen him naked. I had already seen him inserting a toothbrush in his asshole actually. But the catfishing was one thing, this was real. He was fully nude behind me, scrubbing my back and then, my ass. My dick was now fully erected and even started leaking precum. He moved a bit and...
"Oh..." He spoke. Noticing my rock-hard cock.
I was blushing. I was afraid he would get mad, called me a freak. I was ashamed I could not control my urge. Getting hard naked with your brother was so messed up...
"I'm sorry... I just... I have not cummed in days, well weeks..."
"Oh my god. Right... With your wrist and arms... You had not jerked off for more than two weeks! Damn, those balls must be full."
He was right, they were full.
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"I'm sorry, the slightest touch and I get hard..."
"Understandable." He said, speaking like a doctor making his diagnostic.
The shower continued in silence, we were both naked under the water, his shaved flaccid dick tempting me, my hairy hard cock standing strong between us. He was now washing my chest. The nurse in the hospital let me took care of that part but my brother was going the extra mile to help his patient.
He was now in the region of my thighs. We were facing each other but we did not make eye contact. He knelt down to wash my thighs, my groin, and then, my balls and cock, still erected... leaking even more precum at his touch. My brother was so handsome, kneeling below me, his muscular and wet body fully at display.
"Ryan..." I started.
He continued washing my dick with the washcloth. It felt more and more like he was jerking it, going back and forth on my foreskin, revealing my dickhead fully.
"Ryan, be careful, I told you... I have not cummed in more than two weeks."
He looked towards me.
"I know Ty."
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And he kept on jerking me off, he was no longer pretending to wash me, he was literally masturbating me. Oh god, he was helping me cum. "Close your eyes and think of your favorite Pornstar." Ryan joked.
As if the situation was not exciting enough in itself?! As if HE was not my favorite Pornstar at that exact moment?!
It only took a few minutes and I could no longer hold it in. I warned my brother as he was getting into a steady rhythm, his eyes looking at my dick with a wild interest.
"Ryan, I'm cumming!"
He kept jerking me off rapidly but he moved his face to avoid the splash. And what a splash! I think it was the biggest orgasm I had ever have in my life. Try to hold your cum for 17 days and then having your sexy big brother, on whom you have always fantasize, to jerk your dick off in the shower! The explosion was unavoidable. It was a firework of very thick and white cum. Some went on Ryan's shoulder and chest, some on the walls, some of my own chest and the rest on the washcloth.
"FUCK! That is an orgasm! Do you always cum like this?" My big brother seemed impressed.
"No... no... I... This was crazy. I mean, it had been weeks bro!"
Ryan stood up and laughed. He took the shower head and rinse me off as well as himself. He also washed the shower wall, painted with my jizz. I peed in the shower, such a sweat release after cumming. I was careful not to hit his feet. He accompanied me and started to piss. He was not as careful as me though, some of his urine hit my left ankle.
"Jesus Ryan, learn to aim!"
"You're one to talk!" He took his dick and pointed it toward my legs to continue peeing. The jerk!
"RYAN!" I did the same and peed on his legs.
When we were done, the water was getting cold and we both got closer under the shower head to rinse ourselves. At some point, I was certain I could see a semi forming on his dick but then, he was done showering.
He dried himself off first with a warm towel and then took care of me. I started to get hard again as he was rubbing the towel on my crotch.
"You want me to put your underwear back on?"
"Well, yes... if you don't mind."
"Sure, but if you have to pee, or worse, shit during the night... How will you manage? You'll have to wake me up. Do you mind sleeping naked?"
"No... I..."
He did not let me finish:
"Ok then, I don't mind either. I always sleep naked with Mallory here anyway."
And just like that, on the first night, it was decided that we would both be sleeping in the nude. At this point, he had jerked me off and pissed on me, so really, what difference did it make?
That night, I fell asleep naked in clean soft sheets and a king size bed. I had not slept this good in weeks, maybe months.
When I woke up the next morning, to my surprise, I was not alone in the bed! Ryan was lying next to me, naked as the day he was born, his morning wood freely resting on his muscular chest. I could not believe he was offering me this view.
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I knew he had an exhibitionist side through his alternative Instagram, but I did not think he would casually flaunt his erection to me. Maybe the fact that he knew for sure that I was gay gave him a reason to show off more, or maybe he just did not care. Either way, I was grateful.
He woke up. I was staring at his dick.
"Morning brother. Morning boner." I said, thinking I was funny.
"Morning Tyler." He yawned. "Slept well?"
"Yes... I had not slept this well in a while!"
"Good to hear. Sorry to have joined, the couch is just too uncomfortable and this bed is so big..."
"It's your bed man."
He got up, still showing off his morning wood.
"Well, I better take care of that", he pointed at his dick "and then we'll eat some breakfast." Just like that, his bare muscular ass disappeared in the bathroom. Obviously, I was hard again.
I was still horny when he helped dressing me up but this time, he did not offer to give me a hand and release myself.
I spent the second day at his place and all those afterwards mostly working on my classes. I was so behind. I could barely type but I had access to the lessons, exercises and notes thanks mostly to Janice, Austin and Steve. I just had to read through it all and hopefully understand the fuck I was reading. It was not easy but I was motivated, my friends were doing too much to make this work for me to fail.
Showering with my brother became a nightly routine. He jerked me off again on the third day. I mostly cummed in the washcloth but I also hit his abs. It is crazy how quickly you can get comfortable with someone else. Sleeping naked next to him and getting hard was now a casual thing.
On the fourth day, Mallory came by and we went to see a physiotherapist at the hospital. He had good news; my recovery was going well, even better than expected. I was in good hands with my brother.
After seeing the doctor, Ryan took the time to shave me. This turned into another jerk-off session as he was carefully moisturizing my cock, balls, and asshole, I got hard and my brother let me unload on the bathroom floor.
A couple more times that week, he helped me release my testosterone. Sadly, he did not need my help to release his. I noticed he would lock himself in the bathroom with his phone sometimes. I was certain he was masturbating, probably playing with some "feet girls" online. Although, I did see him hard a lot in "our" bed, he never played with his cock besides me.
The physical exercise was paying off and I was soon able to be more independent. I did not want to abuse of my brother's time and trust. I had done that too many times already.
Still, for one last evening, my brother proposed to help me out with my serious condition of "not being able to masturbate properly", but this time, he jerked me off while I was lying in the bed. He was wearing a tank top and boxers and proposed to show me a porn so I could cum faster.
"What do you like?" He asked. I was not surprised he wanted to know. He was very curious about my sexuality.
"I don't know..."
"You don't know what you like? Should I type teacher/student or face-cumming in the search bar?"
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It was the first time since the hospital that he referred to the leaked picture and we both busted out laughing. Two good news: one, I was able to laugh about this whole thing, that meant I was doing better mentally, second, my ribs did not hurt, that meant I was doing better physically.
"Yeah... Well... I do like an older man's dick." I said, smirking.
He typed "older man fucks twink" on the search section.
I was a bit taken aback: "You knew what a twink is?"
"I'm straight Ty, I don't live in a cave. You're not the first gay man I have met in my life!"
He launched the gay porn (it was bad) and masturbated my cock. Another difference with the shower is that this time, he was directly using his hand, no washcloth, just his fingers playing with my foreskin. He was getting very good at it. Just seeing his biceps moving was enough to keep me rock-hard. He did not seem to care that tons of precum were sliding down his fingers.
Again, I did not last long and jizzed all over his hands and over my chest. He seemed surprise but not weirded-out or disgusted. He just went to wash his hands, got undressed, and like the previous nights, we slept together, naked. He was cuddling me when we woke up. I could feel his semi-hard cock against my thighs. Maybe I had died in the accident and I was now in paradise?
My main cast was removed the next day and it was decided I would go back to college the next Monday.
The cold but sunny spring weather had replaced the freezing and snowy winter and I felt ready to start over and face my classmates. To be honest, I just could not wait to spend time with Austin again, now being able to be truly myself around him.
Who knows? Maybe just like my brother, Austin would be even more willing to show off now that he knew that I was gay?!
I had no idea how much this would turn out to be true.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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My First Year in College
Chapter 19: What makes a good nurse (Part 2)
"You're ok, Ty?"
"Yeah... I am reducing the pain killers... It works, I do feel the pain now."
"Sit down on the toilets, I'll remove the pants." He started with my socks. Was he somewhat attracted to my feet? Or was he only into women's feet? In any case, I thought he took his damn time to slowly remove my socks. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers.
"You'll pee in the shower?"
"Yeah."
He removed my trousers and did the same thing with my underwear.
"You can wear a fresh pair of mine after the shower."
"Yes, ok". I said, totally naked in front of my brother. I was focused on not having a hard-on but I could already feel the semi coming as my brother was helping me out in his sexy underwear. I went into the shower with him and he started to play with the faucets, regulating pressure and warmth.
"Is it ok?"
"It's perfect. Thank you."
"Do you need help washing?" Again, my dick reacted to that suggestion.
"No, I will be fine..."
"Did the nurse help you?"
"Just... just my back and my armpits..."
"Ok."
He took a washcloth, put some gel on it and started to scrub my back. I was getting hard and there was nothing I could do about it. He then shampooed my hair. His firm and delicate hands massaging my scalp.
"Do you mind if I took off my boxers? They're getting all wet."
He could not see I was already semi-hard but he would at some point... Him getting naked as well, sharing the shower... I knew I could not handle that.
"Do what you want, I think we are way passed this point!" I was still trying to play it cool. But he must have known how I felt around him.
I heard him behind me taking off his underwear. I had already seen him naked. I had already seen him inserting a toothbrush in his asshole actually. But the catfishing was one thing, this was real. He was fully nude behind me, scrubbing my back and then, my ass. My dick was now fully erected and even started leaking precum. He moved a bit and...
"Oh..." He spoke. Noticing my rock-hard cock.
I was blushing. I was afraid he would get mad, called me a freak. I was ashamed I could not control my urge. Getting hard naked with your brother was so messed up...
"I'm sorry... I just... I have not cummed in days, well weeks..."
"Oh my god. Right... With your wrist and arms... You had not jerked off for more than two weeks! Damn, those balls must be full."
He was right, they were full.
"I'm sorry, the slightest touch and I get hard..."
"Understandable." He said, speaking like a doctor making his diagnostic.
The shower continued in silence, we were both naked under the water, his shaved flaccid dick tempting me, my hairy hard cock standing strong between us. He was now washing my chest. The nurse in the hospital let me took care of that part but my brother was going the extra mile to help his patient.
He was now in the region of my thighs. We were facing each other but we did not make eye contact. He knelt down to wash my thighs, my groin, and then, my balls and cock, still erected... leaking even more precum at his touch. My brother was so handsome, kneeling below me, his muscular and wet body fully at display.
"Ryan..." I started.
He continued washing my dick with the washcloth. It felt more and more like he was jerking it, going back and forth on my foreskin, revealing my dickhead fully.
"Ryan, be careful, I told you... I have not cummed in more than two weeks."
He looked towards me.
"I know Ty."
And he kept on jerking me off, he was no longer pretending to wash me, he was literally masturbating me. Oh god, he was helping me cum. "Close your eyes and think of your favorite Pornstar." Ryan joked.
As if the situation was not exciting enough in itself?! As if HE was not my favorite Pornstar at that exact moment?!
It only took a few minutes and I could no longer hold it in. I warned my brother as he was getting into a steady rhythm, his eyes looking at my dick with a wild interest.
"Ryan, I'm cumming!"
He kept jerking me off rapidly but he moved his face to avoid the splash. And what a splash! I think it was the biggest orgasm I had ever have in my life. Try to hold your cum for 17 days and then having your sexy big brother, on whom you have always fantasize, to jerk your dick off in the shower! The explosion was unavoidable. It was a firework of very thick and white cum. Some went on Ryan's shoulder and chest, some on the walls, some of my own chest and the rest on the washcloth.
"FUCK! That is an orgasm! Do you always cum like this?" My big brother seemed impressed.
"No... no... I... This was crazy. I mean, it had been weeks bro!"
Ryan stood up and laughed. He took the shower head and rinse me off as well as himself. He also washed the shower wall, painted with my jizz. I peed in the shower, such a sweat release after cumming. I was careful not to hit his feet. He accompanied me and started to piss. He was not as careful as me though, some of his urine hit my left ankle.
"Jesus Ryan, learn to aim!"
"You're one to talk!" He took his dick and pointed it toward my legs to continue peeing. The jerk!
"RYAN!" I did the same and peed on his legs.
When we were done, the water was getting cold and we both got closer under the shower head to rinse ourselves. At some point, I was certain I could see a semi forming on his dick but then, he was done showering.
He dried himself off first with a warm towel and then took care of me. I started to get hard again as he was rubbing the towel on my crotch.
"You want me to put your underwear back on?"
"Well, yes... if you don't mind."
"Sure, but if you have to pee, or worse, shit during the night... How will you manage? You'll have to wake me up. Do you mind sleeping naked?"
"No... I..."
He did not let me finish:
"Ok then, I don't mind either. I always sleep naked with Mallory here anyway."
And just like that, on the first night, it was decided that we would both be sleeping in the nude. At this point, he had jerked me off and pissed on me, so really, what difference did it make?
That night, I fell asleep naked in clean soft sheets and a king size bed. I had not slept this good in weeks, maybe months.
When I woke up the next morning, to my surprise, I was not alone in the bed! Ryan was lying next to me, naked as the day he was born, his morning wood freely resting on his muscular chest. I could not believe he was offering me this view.
I knew he had an exhibitionist side through his alternative Instagram, but I did not think he would casually flaunt his erection to me. Maybe the fact that he knew for sure that I was gay gave him a reason to show off more, or maybe he just did not care. Either way, I was grateful.
He woke up. I was staring at his dick.
"Morning brother. Morning boner." I said, thinking I was funny.
"Morning Tyler." He yawned. "Slept well?"
"Yes... I had not slept this well in a while!"
"Good to hear. Sorry to have joined, the couch is just too uncomfortable and this bed is so big..."
"It's your bed man."
He got up, still showing off his morning wood.
"Well, I better take care of that", he pointed at his dick "and then we'll eat some breakfast." Just like that, his bare muscular ass disappeared in the bathroom. Obviously, I was hard again.
I was still horny when he helped dressing me up but this time, he did not offer to give me a hand and release myself.
I spent the second day at his place and all those afterwards mostly working on my classes. I was so behind. I could barely type but I had access to the lessons, exercises and notes thanks mostly to Janice, Austin and Steve. I just had to read through it all and hopefully understand the fuck I was reading. It was not easy but I was motivated, my friends were doing too much to make this work for me to fail.
Showering with my brother became a nightly routine. He jerked me off again on the third day. I mostly cummed in the washcloth but I also hit his abs. It is crazy how quickly you can get comfortable with someone else. Sleeping naked next to him and getting hard was now a casual thing.
On the fourth day, Mallory came by and we went to see a physiotherapist at the hospital. He had good news; my recovery was going well, even better than expected. I was in good hands with my brother.
After seeing the doctor, Ryan took the time to shave me. This turned into another jerk-off session as he was carefully moisturizing my cock, balls, and asshole, I got hard and my brother let me unload on the bathroom floor.
A couple more times that week, he helped me release my testosterone. Sadly, he did not need my help to release his. I noticed he would lock himself in the bathroom with his phone sometimes. I was certain he was masturbating, probably playing with some "feet girls" online. Although, I did see him hard a lot in "our" bed, he never played with his cock besides me.
The physical exercise was paying off and I was soon able to be more independent. I did not want to abuse of my brother's time and trust. I had done that too many times already.
Still, for one last evening, my brother proposed to help me out with my serious condition of "not being able to masturbate properly", but this time, he jerked me off while I was lying in the bed. He was wearing a tank top and boxers and proposed to show me a porn so I could cum faster.
"What do you like?" He asked. I was not surprised he wanted to know. He was very curious about my sexuality.
"I don't know..."
"You don't know what you like? Should I type teacher/student or face-cumming in the search bar?"
It was the first time since the hospital that he referred to the leaked picture and we both busted out laughing. Two good news: one, I was able to laugh about this whole thing, that meant I was doing better mentally, second, my ribs did not hurt, that meant I was doing better physically.
"Yeah... Well... I do like an older man's dick." I said, smirking.
He typed "older man fucks twink" on the search section.
I was a bit taken aback: "You knew what a twink is?"
"I'm straight Ty, I don't live in a cave. You're not the first gay man I have met in my life!"
He launched the gay porn (it was bad) and masturbated my cock. Another difference with the shower is that this time, he was directly using his hand, no washcloth, just his fingers playing with my foreskin. He was getting very good at it. Just seeing his biceps moving was enough to keep me rock-hard. He did not seem to care that tons of precum were sliding down his fingers.
Again, I did not last long and jizzed all over his hands and over my chest. He seemed surprise but not weirded-out or disgusted. He just went to wash his hands, got undressed, and like the previous nights, we slept together, naked. He was cuddling me when we woke up. I could feel his semi-hard cock against my thighs. Maybe I had died in the accident and I was now in paradise?
My main cast was removed the next day and it was decided I would go back to college the next Monday.
The cold but sunny spring weather had replaced the freezing and snowy winter and I felt ready to start over and face my classmates. To be honest, I just could not wait to spend time with Austin again, now being able to be truly myself around him.
Who knows? Maybe just like my brother, Austin would be even more willing to show off now that he knew that I was gay?!
I had no idea how much this would turn out to be true.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
Amazing, will be waiting for the next chapter
What a story!!! Keep up the good work, @thehottestmenxx 
Really nice chapters after the "dark-ish" chapter. Janice is really a good friend. It is nice to have those type of friends. Also, I totally understand Austin. I would feel the same if it was me. Really great story man. Keep doing what you do.
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