My First Year in College - Chapter 21 (Patreon)

MY FIRST YEAR IN COLLEGE

Chapter 21: ZYROX

You might think that after an evening spent eating my best friend asshole, things would get awkward between Austin and I, but to say the truth, we were way passed this point. The next day, we simply returned to our routine.

In April 2022, we were quite busy anyway and we had less time to see each other. Football season was at its peak, and I was trying hard to make it through the semester after the chaotic winter I had. I was actually spending a lot of time in the library... Can you believe it?

Also, Austin was starting to date again, his most recent girlfriend was a girl from his swim class and, to my own surprise, I was kind of seeing someone too.

After a few weeks of innuendos, and teasing, Steve actually asked me on a date. Me, nerdy Tyler, on an actual date!

I was not too sure at first but the Grindr dates were getting old, in all senses of the word, and Steve was one of the hottest guys in campus. I could hardly pass the offer. He was also smart and funny. Quickly, I started to catch some feelings.

We had sex right after our first date. As Steve was previously sharing his room with Gary, he now had the room for himself. He fucked me smoothly on his bed and I loved every moment of it, he was an intense but affectionate lover. A lot of kisses, a lot of caressing. He was gentle and it was a whole new kind of experience for me after Fletcher and meaningless one-night stands.

I quickly understood that the foot fetish Steve was sometimes joking about was very real.

The second time we had sex, I made him cum while he was licking my soles and sucking on my toes. It was empowering to know the click that would get him to lose control every time.

We did not promise each other anything but the sex was good and we ended up sleeping together in his small dorm bed a couple of times. Could this become a serious thing?

I was talking about it often with Austin, partly because it had become our routine to share our intimate (sex) life with each other - Austin, like most straight guys, seemed fascinating by gay sex - and partly because I was trying to make him jealous. I knew Austin thoroughly enjoyed the rimming session I had offered him and I was maliciously happy to tell him all about how I had pleased Steve the night before.

Austin seemed eager to know more and frustrated at the same time.

"At least, Steve does not close his eyes when I sucked his dick!" I said once, getting real.

"Maybe, but from what I recall, my dick and my asshole were tasting particularly nice" Austin snapped back at me. "I already know he is not as big as me down there, but I hope that, at least, he does taste as good as me?" I did not respond.

Austin knew that he still had the upper hand.

When May came, Steve and I officially started to date each other. Steve assured me he would stop the bullshit sex parties with the frat guys - the habit of gangbanging girls after practice was still going strong and Austin was seemingly very enjoying the orgies despite dating yet another girl - and I responded that I did also want to make it exclusive.

Just like that, I had my first boyfriend!

As we were spending more time together, Steve started to confide in me. Since Gary left, he was a bit lost and he told me that I had become his new "constant". My heart melted a bit. Later on, I let him cum on my feet while we were making out.

A modern love story, I guess.

Holding hands in public was something new. With the weather getting hotter, we spent a week-end together at the beach and it solidified things. I could see the looks while we played silly games in the water - we were both wearing flashy and skimpy speedos which did not leave much place for the imagination - and I was proud of my boyfriend, he was handsome, attractive, caring.

Was I falling in love with Steve? Honestly, I could not tell. But I think he was.

We did have one problem though. I was happy with Austin getting a bit jealous of Steve; however, I had not anticipated that Steve would be the one getting seriously jealous of Austin.

Apparently, I was talking about Austin a bit too much. Shocking, I know!

Steve knew that Austin and I were very close, best friends even, but nobody knew we had done anything together. However, Steve could not shake the feeling out of him that I was into my sexy roommate.

As you know, Steve was right to worry. I liked him very much. He had everything a man could hope for. He was actually perfect: his abs; his wrestler body (and large variety of singlets that were coming with it); his beautiful dark light tone skin; his huge biceps; his chiseled thighs; his juicy dick; his hairy thick ass. And maybe more importantly, Steve really wanted me, really loved me.

But still, no one could compare to Austin. I could not let go of my obsession for my roommate. Every time Austin and I would sleep in the same room, he would go to bed naked, knowing very well the effect he had on me. Every time, I was in awe.

I promised Steve there was nothing between us, that Austin was 100% straight anyway. I promised I did not care about him romantically and he was just a friend. In the end, Steve had no choice but to accept it.

I was lying though. And at the very first occasion Austin gave me, I broke all of my promises.

Austin was coming back to our room, blue balls after a night with his girlfriend at the time. She was the second one this month alone and I could no longer keep track.

"This is not fair!" He spoke. "When they're interesting, they just don't want to fuck!"

"Austin, you fuck girls pretty much every night..." I responded, jaded.

"Yeah... I penetrate them with my dick. But you know what I mean. They're not like really into it, like really craving it! Like good bitches!"

"Like me?" I joked, winking at him, mischievously.

"Well, yes! You gay guys, you're just so good at it! You're not afraid of going all in!" He sat on his bed, defeated, and took off his white t-shirt. His chest was bit hairier now, I liked that.

"You're wrong here: not all gay guys are good at it. I AM, good at it!" I pretended to be offended.

"Well maybe..."

The conversation quickly moved on to the latest release of Garuto. We always had strong opinions about our favorite fictional character and we argued on the necessity for Garuto to go back to ZYROX, his home planet, or to stay on Earth with his current love interest.

At some point in the argument, Austin told me something that resonated with me, maybe a bit too much: "I love you Tyler, but you are just dead wrong here!"

"I love you too." I responded stupidly.

The words came out of my mouth and I regretted using them instantly. But the harm was done and the cheerful atmosphere of the college dorm room changed into something heavier in a fraction of second.

Austin looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes: "You know Tyler, if you were a girl, you'd be my perfect match. I would fuck you. I would date you. No, I would even marry you!"

Weird as a few words can break and lift your heart at the same time. I was taken aback. I redirected the conversation to his sex life.

"Stop talking bullshit Austin. You could date the perfect girl if you really wanted to! Your only problem is that you go for the wrong girls. You don't want to appear as a perv so you always choose the good pretty innocent girls and then, you get bored with them."

"That's not true, Ty. I don't want to be like Tobias! I don't want to fuck around with crazy women! I just want a girl whom I can love during the day, and fuck roughly during the night."

"Well... is not that every man's dream?"

"It's what you have with Steve, no?"

I thought about it.

"Not really. First of all, he is a guy, not a girl. Second of all, I'm the one getting fucked mostly, not the other way around. And third..." I marked a pause. "He is great, and the sex is great but I don't love him." Again, the words came out of my mouth spontaneously but I could only recognize they were the truth.

"Oh..." Austin replied, still gazing at me, almost making me blush.

"This is the part where I miss out. The love part. The sex is mostly good with gay guys but I don't fall in love. I have never fell in love."

I did not say the next part but I thought it so strongly that I'm sure Austin must have felt it: "Except for you, I have fallen in love with you Austin."

Maybe I should have said it out loud, right there, right then. But I was not ready, yet.

"Yeah... relationships are tough." Austin stated matter-of-factly, scratching his head, flaunting his hairy armpits.

"Austin, were you serious? If I were a girl, you would date me? You would... fuck me?"

"Well... yeah! Of course! Did that upset you?"

"Not at all. I mean... It's just that, at this point, you must know... You must know that I would love that. Right?"

He smirked: "I kind of figure that you would like me to fuck you, yes."

"Of all the crazy shit that we did, I cannot believe that you never have actually fucked me." I responded with a cheeky smile and we both laughed awkwardly. After a few moments of silence, I came up with a crazy idea: "You know, there is something that I have never done in my life, but if you were up for it. We could try!"

"I don't think I can fuck you Ty..."

"Hear me out! I could wear a dress, a wig, put some make up on... and become a girl! I would let you fuck me as a girl." Austin seemed really puzzled and I was worried I may have pushed things a bit too far this time. "You offered me a gift for my birthday, a naughty present. I could offer you a gift too. Becoming the sex-doll of your dream. Some gay guys do that, you know, wearing wigs and stuff! That way, you could have some good sex, and me, I'd just love to have you... well... you know... to have you fucking me. I could do it right, I could hide my cock in a ..."

"OK." He did not let me finish; his eyes were now devilish. "I will bring you some outfits, you will wear them, and we will do it. I will fuck you, as a girl."

Those final words may have hit me harder than the car a few months earlier. "I will fuck you", Austin had just said.

My phone rang. It was Steve. I had already missed a bunch of calls; we were supposed to meet up at a restaurant. I had totally forgotten.

I left in a hurry to join my boyfriend even though I had just planned to cheat on him with my straight roommate.

I thought that the crazy proposal was off the following days because Austin did not mention it again. I did not want to bring it up as I was not too sure of the idea myself. Things were doing so well in my life, better than ever, and I did not want to mess it all up. Also, with some time to reflect, the idea of me dressing up as a girl to be fucked by my straight friend seemed more and more ridiculous.

To be honest, I had given up on the idea completely when I came back from class to see a white box on my bed. There was a note on the top of it.

"T., if you REALLY want this, then we'll do it tonight. After wrestling practice, I'll come back wearing the singlet. Wear EVERYTHING that's in the box. If I come back and you are wearing all of it, that means that I can fuck you? Safe word to stop: ZYROX."

This was really happening then. At least, if I wanted to.

I opened the box. Austin had thought of everything, the sexy lingerie: a bra, a thong, some stockings and a black garter, the makeup: a very bright red lipstick, some eyeliners, mascara, even some contouring; a wig: blond and long, not a cheap one; and one thing I did not recognize at first, a glass object, it was a butt-plug.

I took it in my hand, curious and amazed.

Austin must have passed the last couple of days arranging everything, from the butt-plug to the safe word, ZYROX, Garuto's home planet. I was impressed.

I have always tried to be true to my story and sincere with you, so I'll keep doing so here: feminizing myself has never been something exciting for me. I am mostly a bottom. I am mostly submissive. I can enjoy the humiliation part of sex: getting spanked, slapped, spat on, face fucked. I like it rough. But I have never seen myself as a woman or entertained this fantasy.

However, I was 19, utterly and completely in love with my roommate, he was physically stunning, he had the most beautiful dick I had ever seen in my life, and he had offered to fuck me. What would you have done in my place?

I locked myself in the room and awkwardly, I started to change myself.

My make-up was poorly done despite the YouTube tutorials and the effort I put into it. It looked so easy when the girl was doing it on the screen but I just looked ridiculous. I spent 10 minutes just to adjust the blonde wig. I could no longer recognize myself in the mirror but I cannot say that I had successfully turned myself into a hot girl.

After some fixing (I redid the entire make-up), I managed to obtain something I was semi-ok with but clearly, this took a lot of work for a not very remarkable result. At best, I looked like a trashy transvestite Pornstar.

Wearing the lingerie and stockings was a crazy experience in itself and maybe, this was the thing which got me the most into my new role: Austin's sex doll. The part of a lifetime. The thong I liked, it made me feel slutty. Nowadays, I sometimes wear men thongs to spice things up with my husband.

I received a text around 10:30, from Austin: "Wresting should be done in 30'. If you want to do what we said, you should write to Steve that you are going to sleep now so he goes directly to his room when we come back from practice."

Too focused on my task at hand, I had not even considered my boyfriend. But again, Austin had thought it through and we needed to take care of this.

A bit uncomfortable, I texted Steve: "Hi babe, I'm finally done with homework and exhausted, I'm off to bed now. Hope practice is going well. Sleep tight <3"

2 minutes later, I got a new text: "Sleep tight babe. Don't dream too much about me <3".

I felt bad. I looked at myself in the mirror. What the fuck was I doing with my life? For a split second, I thought about removing my make-up and the silly wig, but how could I? I was about to get everything I had dreamt of. Austin. In me.

And then I waited. In my slutty attire. I went back to the box and read the note again. "Wear EVERYTHING that's in the box", it said.

Why did he put EVERYTHING in capital letters? I looked back inside the box and the glass butt plug was there. Of course, I needed to wear everything that was in the box.

I hesitated for a few seconds and then proceeded to insert the plug in my clean asshole. I was no longer a virgin but I had never used one of those before. This should not be rocket science, I thought.

I lubed my asshole a bit and started to push the plug slowly. It felt good. I pushed some more. I felt some resistance at one point but then pleasure, the butt plug was fully in and I started to jerk off.

I waited some more.

I spent a lot of time figuring the best position to welcome Austin in. On my knees? Sitting on the bed? Standing? Facing him? Facing the other side of the room? Laid back with my legs in the air to expose my ass? The wait was unbearable. At times, I regretted the whole thing, I thought Austin would laugh at me... At times, I was so impatient, I just could not wait to become his sex-toy.

Finally, I heard them, the both of them! Steve and Austin were in the corridor. That was messed up, Steve was living in the dorm room right next to ours. What if he saw me like that? My stomach hurt.

The door opened but thankfully, Austin was alone. And I was on my knees, on the carpet, unrecognizable. Austin jaw dropped. His face got red and he quickly closed and locked the door behind him.

"Do I look good?" I stupidly asked, full of apprehension.

I started turning around. I bent over as much as possible so he could see the butt plug coming out my asshole, pushing the thin string of my red thong. There was no turning back now that I had gone this far.

"FUCK" was Austin's sole reply.

I kept my position against the floor, but turned my face a bit to look at him, behind me. He had a look I had never seen on him. Pure horniness and excitement. He almost ripped out the sweatshirt he was wearing and a few seconds later, he was walking in the bedroom, wearing only his yellow singlet, checking me out under every angle.

"FUCK" he repeated while he was examining me.

I did not dare to talk. I did not dare to move. I could not even look at him. He was too handsome. He kept on pacing around me. He seemed unsure of what to do next. I lifted up my eyes for a few seconds and again, I was in awe. Austin was fully hard under his singlet, his monster cock completely stuck against the fabric. I smiled. He noticed it and he smiled as well.

"You like that?" He asked, grabbing his cock, well only part of his cock -- it was just too big -, in his right hand.

"I love it! I want it!" I responded, stating the obvious. He started to jerk himself off through the fabric. It lasted a few minutes and then, he went to sit on his bed, I was still on the floor, awaiting further instructions. At some point, he asked in his more usual tone:

"Are you sure you're ok with that Tyler? You know the safe word?"

We were back to being Tyler and Austin, at least, for a brief moment.

"I know the safe word. But I am far from wanting to say it, Austin. I want this. You want someone to play with, to fuck hard, and I want you to fuck me. Let's do this!" I was surprised by my own confidence. I was so often unsure of myself, but there, I was certain, I wanted him.

"You want me to fuck you?" His voice changed again, manlier than ever. I was shaking a bit now, in anticipation.

"Yes. I want you to fuck me."

"I can do anything of you?"

"Yes, Austin." I spread my ass cheeks so he understood I meant business.

"Can I spank you?"

"I beg you too!"

SMACK. The first spank came in fast. His firm hand against my bare ass. SMACK again. The second spank. Harder against my ass. He meant business too. I could feel my ass cheeks turning red.

"You like that bitch?" I felt my hard dick coming out of my thong while he said that.

"I do! I want more!" I begged.

He growled: "I KNOW YOU DO."

He spanked me again, so hard this time. He repeated this several times until I felt tears coming up in my eyes. My mascara was dripping. He looked at my face, satisfied. I knew from the very first time we watched porn together he was weirdly excited by seeing girls' cry. Again, as fucked up as this might sound, I was just happy to please him, even if that meant just crying there.

He grabbed my chin. I thought he was about to kiss me. I thought I was about to experiment paradise in the form of his lips. He did not. He slapped my face and spat on me. I was shocked and hastily moved my face away.

The real Austin came back instantly:

"Sorry! Shit! Are you good?"

"I'm all good Austin. I know the safe word. I'm sorry, I was just surprise, that's all. I'm only here to please you tonight." He still looked unsure. "Please Austin, go ahead". I opened my mouth and let my tongue out, showing him I was ready.

"I want to please you too..." Austin said, now almost whispering in a smoothing voice, caressing the left cheek he had just slapped.

"If you want to please me, then, keep on going!"

Austin grinned and moved to my ass. He did not slap me anymore. He started to play with it. Spreading my ass cheeks, almost giggling like a kid as he was doing so. Maybe this was all that we were, adults playing around with new toys, writing our own adventures.

"Did you enjoy my gift? The butt plug?" He was now touching it.

"Yes, I did! I do, very much."

"Hmmmm"

"Play with it!" I begged. "Fuck me with it."

"Of course. But I want you to push it out of your ass first! I want to see that!"

I heard the genuine excitement in his voice and I obeyed. I was holding that thing in my ass for almost 45 minutes at that point. I pushed the butt plug out with a feeling of relief; my dick was getting very hard.

"This view... Amazing!" Applauded Austin. I was proud of myself. I looked behind me, his dick was now leaking precum through the fabric of his wrestling singlet. He was so fucking sexy.

I had met Austin 9 months prior and I immediately thought he was the hottest guy I had ever seen in my entire life, but since then, he had become even sexier, fitter, hairier, more masculine. He was now a fully grown man and a football star at that. How could I not look at him? How could I not obsessed over him?

He played with the butt plug in my ass for a little while and I started moaning. The dirty talk continued and we got more and more comfortable with each other.

"I want to lick it!" I said while turning around to face him, looking at his obscene and wet bulge.

Austin started to take off his singlet but I stopped him mid through.

"No, I want to lick the cum through the fabric."

Austin was stunned for a second but then, gave me a beautiful large smile, he looked at his own dick, precum was indeed piercing through the fabric.

"Of course. Here you go baby." He grabbed the hair of my wig and lead me to his crotch, guiding me to his beautiful hard cock.

I licked everything off from the singlet and started to play with his dick with my hand. I could feel it throbbing behind the fabric. More precum came and I kept on licking. Austin was looking at me fiercely as I was touching him. Finally, I put my hands under the singlet so I could grab his warm cock. It was so hot. I started to jerk him off. I was fully erected myself. I noticed that I left some lipstick on the singlet, I forgot I had this stupid red on.

At some point, he had to stop me. He was about to cum. He needed a break. We actually sat on my bed and drank some water. This is why my time with Austin was always so special. No matter what, the banters, the serious talks, the sex, the fights, the friendship, we would always find a way to make things go naturally between us. He could slap me one second, and then, we could have a drink. I could rim his ass one night, and the other day, we could play some tennis as friends. I was thinking about what he told me: "I just want a girl whom I can love during the day, and fuck roughly during the night". Could that be me?

"Do you want to suck my dick?" He finally said, still wearing his dirty singlet, almost totally uncovering his hairy chest now.

"You know I do!"

Austin got entirely naked, offering me a strip show as he was undressing, flaunting his sweaty body until he revealed the monster I had been craving for months. I had seen it before. I had sucked it before. But this time, it was different. This time, I did not need to pretend as if I did not like it, as if I was not in heaven. I went on his dick and I made sure to give Austin the best blowjob of his damn life. I licked his tool, his balls, and then I started to deep-throat his shaft. I had more experience now.

He was tasting so fucking good!

I could hear him moaning already. It just motivated me to go harder. I went back and forth on his dick, playing with my saliva, looking up at Austin's eyes. He did not need to close his eyes to enjoy the moment anymore, he was directly staring at me now, or at least, he was staring at the feminized version of myself.

I pushed his dick hard in my mouth and throat and made my eyes teared up a little bit. Again, I knew he liked that.

He started to face fuck me at some point, holding my wig and my head in his hands. His cock was so huge. Bigger and thicker than Steve. No word could describe how intense, how sexual, how bestial, how fantastic, how crazy it felt having Austin's dick ramming my throat. I felt some cum coming out of my own dick as he was dropping some precum in the back on my throat.

The dirty talk continued:

"You like that bitch, the big dick of mine inside of your throat!"

"Yeff" I tried to say, his shaft inside of me.

After getting enough of my face, Austin laid down on his bed and lifted his legs. I knew the position. I knew the drill.

"No eat your cake!" He ordered.

He did not need to ask twice.

It could not say what I loved more: his ass or his dick. I did not choose and played with both. He was moaning louder. I rimmed him for maybe 20 minutes, giving him some break from jerking him off from time to time as he was often on the verge of cumming. I kissed his birth marks on his hairy cheeks. How could he hate them?

"You are so beautiful." I spoke, sincerely.

"Mmmmm... baby.... Keep on eating that ass..."

I spat on his hole and went at it again. Fucking his anus with my tongue. I went even deeper than last time, tasting his insides.

"Now eat my balls, take them all in your mouth!"

They were full. And they were huge.

His 9.5. inches of meat were fully erected and I knew Austin was going crazy for me. This alone pushed me over the edge. I just loved pleasing him. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out.

"Spit on me!" I wanted to show him it was ok, I wanted to be owned by him.

With devilish eyes, he spat inside of my mouth once, then he got closer, again I almost thought he would kiss me, and spat in me again. I licked it, then I went back to his dick, balls and pink anus, using his spit as lube.

Again, I had to stop, he was about to cum. But he could not cum. Not yet. He had something really important to do before that: fucking my ass.

"I think it's time." I said.

"For what?" I knew that he knew what I meant. This cheeky fucker wanted me to say it.

"Fuck me."

"Doggystyle. To start?" He was not commanding this time but merely asking.

I positioned myself on the carpet, in the doggystyle position. 8 months ago, Ashley was there, getting fucked in the ass by Austin and I was on the other side of the door, frustrated. I had waited patiently for my turn and I could not believe it had come.

I waited for a few seconds and then I felt it. But it was not his dick. Not even his fingers. He was licking my ass! I started to cum immediately but I remained hard. I was too excited for my cock to go down. I felt Austin's tongue deep inside of me. I pushed his head against my ass. He was actually rimming me! I could have jizzed a hundred loads of cum and still remained hard.

After his tongue, he started to fuck me with his fingers. He was gentle. He spanked me again. But then kissed my ass. He fingered me some more, sliding 3 fingers in. I was literally feeling my asshole opening up under his expert tongue and hands.

"Fuck, I'm so horny" he said once. "FUCK." He shouted again, as if he could not believe himself. He had pushed every boundary. I wondered how he was feeling. Fingering another man. Sure, I was dressed like a woman but he could see my balls. He could see my very hard dick. He could play pretend but he had just eaten another man's ass.

"Are you ready?" He asked, sounded more like an animal roaring.

"Yes please, fuck me!"

When I felt the tip of Austin's dick inside my asshole, I felt I could never be happier and more excited in my entire life.

I felt his power, his energy. His dick was huge but I was not scared at all, I fully trusted him. I loved how rough and considerate Austin could be at same time. I wanted him so bad in my ass. There was no way around it. I loved him.

He pushed his dick inside of me slowly, he had prepped me well: the butt plug, the lub, his tongue, his spit, his fingers and now his 9.5 inches dick, full of precum.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant" He said, putting his hand on my back. Then, he pushed harder.

"MMMMMMM" I refrained myself from screaming. Steve was still just next door. I thought about him for a split second. "MMMMMMM". Austin pushed deeper, harder.

"You're good?"

"Keep going! Keep going! That's so good!" I cried out.

He kept on pushing his shaft deep inside of me. I had never been fucked like that. But I wanted more. I wanted to show him what I was capable of.

"I want to feel your balls against my ass." I whispered.

And as I gave him the green light, there he was, balls deep inside of me.

"Fuck me!" This time I shouted.

He did fuck me. Good. He filled my hole with his dick, went back and forth, with the steady rhythm of a trained athlete. He was giving his all. I was beyond excited. Then we moved to his bed, I went on top of him and he fucked me, his face a few inches from mine.

I put his hand on my throat while he was pounding me, showing him that he could choke me if he wanted to. I was his toy.

The dirty talk had ceased. We both only grunted and moaned. Our bodies stuck together. Complete. He was sweating on me. He was breathing on my neck. His armpits were so close to me. I licked them. He grunted some more. It was wild.

Austin was restless. It lasted for 20 minutes more. It was the best fuck I had ever have. How could it be different? It was Austin. It was only HIM. Since day one.

I wanted this moment to last for an eternity. Although, all good things come to an end.

"I'm gonna cum" He whispered in my ears, between two breaths.

"Breed me." I said, staring at his blue eyes.

He smiled. He moaned some more and a few seconds later, released his semen inside of my ass. I felt my asshole being filled in, what a sensation! I blew my load as well, spraying Austin in the process. I could not care less. Neither did he. He stayed in my ass a long time after cumming and when finally, he got out, his dick had become flaccid, wet with his cum.

I felt the semen leaking from my own ass shortly after, messing up my stockings which I was still wearing. We had removed my thong a long time before that. A crazy amount of cum came out of my ass. I collected some of it on my fingers and ate it, in a state of trance.

"I need a shower" Austin eventually said, grabbing some stuff and getting out of the room.

When he came back to the room 20 minutes later, I was Tyler again. I had removed the make-up, the wig, the dirty clothes, and had come back to my boxers' briefs. Did we make a mistake? Would things be too awkward or complicated now? Was it worth it? I could not imagine this was not worth it. I just had the best night of my life.

"Ty, are you ok?" Austin sat on his bed, wearing only his white towel. He looked serious.

"I am." I confidently said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes... it was great. At least for me..." I knew I was totally content with what had just happened but Austin's interrogation got me nervous.

"It was great for me too! One of my greatest sex experiences ever! To be honest, my greatest ever." I smiled, proud of myself. "But this is not what I meant. Are things ok now, between us?"

"Yes. Should it not be? Would you like me to be ashamed or something?"

"No, not at all! I just don't want to mess things up between us. You're too important to me."

"Austin, nothing will ever come between us. Nothing." He smiled, seemingly reassured.

"Thank you, Ty."

"Should we go to sleep now?"

"Yeah... Ty... There's just one thing..."

Again, he got me nervous. Visibly, he was not that ok with what we just did.

"Yes? What's wrong Austin?"

"Steve." He simply said. My stomach hurt.

"Yes, Steve. I know."

"We are good friend him and I, you know, we are both in the wrestling and football teams together. For the wrestling, he's the one who showed me the ropes, included me in the team and..."

I cut Austin off, not wanting to hear more of what a great guy Steve was.

"I know... Don't you think I feel the same way? Don't you think I feel bad? He's your friend, well if you have not noticed, he's my boyfriend. He wants to introduce me to his parents next week-end."

"Oh..."

There was a long moment of silent afterwards. I almost thought Austin was asleep. But he spoke again:

"What we do is not really cheating right? I'm not gay so it does not mean anything. Just some fun between friends!"

His words pierced my heart.

"I guess..." I responded, a lump in my throat. I thought about it for a while and then, I said: "Maybe it's not much different than when we jerked off together watching porn while you were dating Ashley. She was my friend too."

"Yes, and I guess she would not have minded, even if she knew."

We were being hypocrites as the two situations were actually way different, Steve would definitely mind if he knew what I had done with Austin. But we needed to reassure ourselves.

"Would you ever want to do this again?" I eventually asked. Maybe this was wrong, maybe this did not mean anything, but either way, I could not let this go.

"No. I'd like to do it again" He looked at me. "Would you?"

"Yes. I would."

"Ok, but maybe we should be more careful. Steve is right in the room next door. If we ever do that again, we should go to an hotel or something?" Austin suggested.

Once again, I was surprised on how much he was thinking the whole thing through.

"Yes, you're probably right. As long as we're good, I'm good."

"We are good Ty. And sincerely, I hope it will work out with you and Steve, you deserve to be happy."

That broke my heart.

"You deserve to be happy too Austin. I hope you'll find someone."

How could he not realize that he had found me?