I had dreamt of this moment for so long: Austin lifted his arm behind his head.
“Lick!” He commanded.
He seemed excited by the idea. Maybe, it was just my own arousal talking. Others guys started to shout: “LICK, LICK, LICK, LICK!”
I was fully hard. Did they see it? Would they care? Everyone was drunk.
“LICK, LICK, LICK, LICK!”
Austin was waiting for me, now it’s two arms behind his head, flexing his muscles. He was facing me, his chest a few inches from my face. His hairy armpits just below his biceps were sweating.
“LICK, LICK, LICK, LICK!”
I went for it. I sniffed and then I licked. I heard the other guys screaming behind me. For a very brief moment, I was in paradise and Austin squeezed my head by locking his arm against my face, forcing me into his sweaty hair. Then he let me go. I do not really remember what happened after that. I must have blacked out. I only knew I wanted more of Austin’s body, sweat, hair, juice… Anything he would let me have.
On the opposite spectrum of those crazy evenings with the guys, Janice was getting really anxious about the exams approaching and she was spending literally all of her free time in my room, well I guessed in “our” room, studying.
A week before the end of the semester, Austin moved all of his stuff in Ashley’s room, including his Garuto collection, formalizing the move out. Ashley and Austin did ask for our opinion first, but Janice and I did not really have a choice and we pretended to be fine with it.
For me, this was the final nail in the coffin.
As I was now closer to Henry, Steve, Luis and Martin who were all part of THE ALPHAS, I had the idea to make them talk. If they were the ones to spill the beans to Ashley about the gangbang and the cheating, Austin would be mad at them and not at me and I would keep Austin away both from Ashley and from his football mates. Two birds, one stone.
The plan seemed to work fine as the boys were teasing me about the fraternity and trying to convince me to join. I faked that I wanted to know more and one conversation leading to another, they finally let things slipped about sex rewards… They had already mentioned Tobias’ sex life during our evenings “between balls”. During the next party, I was pretty sure I could have Steve drunk enough to retell everyone, including Ashley, the sex scenes which would sometimes occur after football practice.
The semester was ending and I knew that I would have to break Ashley and Austin up before Christmas. I thought that if they spent the holidays together, then, it would be too late and I would lose Austin forever.
You see my dear reader, I was forgetting he had never been mine to begin with.
I went to the laundry room in the basement and stumbled onto them. Speaking of the Devil… They were both cuddling as they were waiting for their clothes to dry.
“Oh, I did not know you were here guys!”
“That’s fine Ty.” Said Austin.
“We are not fucking or anything!” Added Ashley with a smile. She was always this blunt.
“Come sit with us!”
I did my laundry and discussed with them. We actually had a really good time.
Chatting and laughing with the couple I was trying to destroy, I felt like pure shit. Right there, I saw something I never took the time to see before, or did not want to see before. In the past few months, despite some insecurities and uncertainties, those two had actually fallen in love.
It was so clear all of the sudden, in the way they were touching each other, looking at each other. They loved each other.
I was disgusted by my behavior. Austin was my friend before being my sexual toy. He was clearly happy with this girl. What the fuck was I thinking lately?
This came as a shock and a sort of a wake-up call.
I went back to my room and started to cry. I was failing my class, hiding who I really was, trying to destroy people’s lives just so I can see my roommate’s dick more often. Janice caught me crying. It was embarrassing. I told her part of the truth; I was feeling down because I expected poor results at my final tests.
Janice was the right person to share my room at that tormented time. I had never met someone so organized with school work and only a few hours after my meltdown, she prepared me a very detailed working schedule. She was a bit too uptight but she was a good person.
The next day, I had my last class with Professor Fletcher. I was so committed to getting back on tracks that I tried to listen to what he was saying about gun regulations instead of creeping at the gun he was merely hiding in his suit pants. I felt sometimes he was positioning himself to reveal more of his body on purpose, but I stayed focused… as much as I could.
There was no Christmas miracle and I did not do very good at my finale tests but Janice’s intense training did work and my head was so much absorbed in academic results that I had put my obsession for Austin aside, at least for the week.
When 10 days later, I presented myself for my last exam, Introduction to Constitutional Laws, I was exhausted and happy to nearly be done with it. Although, Professor Fletcher did not make it easy for me. Daddy Fletcher was once again in a mood to show off, his chest hair coming out of his shirt. He also spent the whole test his legs spread out; his bulge clearly visible. I was now certain that he was not wearing any underwear: visible penis line. I drooled.
At the end of the test, when I gave him back my copy, Professor Fletcher asked me to stay a bit longer. “I would like to talk to you, can you wait here a few minutes?”
I was petrified. Did he notice the staring? Did he already know I had miserably failed his class? Maybe he wanted to offer me some one-on-one tutoring… Wait no, this was me dreaming.
I did not dare to move and I waited, anxious, for my class mates to give back their copies and leave the exam room.
Professor Fletcher put the copies in his bag, and then slowly turned around to look at me. He was sitting but his desk was placed on a platform and even though I was standing up, I felt very small below him.
“Tyler Braxton, right?”
“Yes.”
“We say, “Yes, Professor”, or “Yes, Sir”, when addressing to a College’s Professor.” He corrected me.
I was taken aback. Being alone in this huge room with him was intimidating enough, but this tone was killing me. I felt as if I was about to take a spank from my dad.
“Sorry. Hmmm… Sorry, Sir.”
He smiled. I relaxed a little.
“Although, some might consider that since the test is done. I am no longer your professor. Would you consider that Tyler?”
I was puzzled.
“I am not sure… Sir.” This time, I corrected myself.
“Hummm… Well, I would say that we are no longer in a teacher- student relationship.”
What the fuck did he mean? He remained silent. I wanted to leave. Still, the more the conversation kept going, as awkward as it was, the longer I could look at his biceps.
“Sir? Why did you want to see me?” I finally said, trying to break the long and uncomfortable silence.
“You see, Tyler. I wanted to ask you something.”
Why could not he go straight to the point? He was the one asking to see me but I practically had to beg him to know what this was about.