My first year in College – Chapter 16: Doing a Martin

My first year in College – Chapter 16: Doing a Martin

“I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A FAG.”

My mind went all over the place. My life was over. Austin knew! He “always” knew. I started to sob like a little child.

Did Ryan tell him something? About me being gay? They were in a car for hours together, maybe he would have mentioned walking on me jerking-off to gay porn? No, he would not have… Or maybe Ryan had mentioned “Anna”‘s profile? And Austin would have matched the pieces of the puzzle together? No, Mallory was there too. There was no way Ryan could talk about his secret Instagram account in front of her. But what if he did when they were alone? Or maybe, Austin just knew I was gay, not from Ryan but from the staring… the creepy stalking, or worse… from the touching… Maybe he remembered New Year’s Eve? But then, how could he know Anna was me? Did I say something in the conversation? I almost betrayed myself several times while I was catfishing Ryan… Shit! I could not go through the conversation again to check because Austin blocked Anna’s profile. Maybe it had something to do with the IP addresses?

“I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A FAG.”

I was shaking.

He knew all along.

I needed to do something. Anything.

I picked up my phone shaking and called Austin. Either that or I would drive myself crazy.

To say what? Sorry I tried to catfish you? Sorry I touched you in your sleep? I was already regretting calling him when he answered:

“Yo mate! You could not wait until tomorrow to talk to me?”

I was crying over the phone but could not verbalize a word. He did not seem mad. He seemed awfully normal actually.

“Bro what’s going on? Hello? Ty, Are you Ok?” He sounded more concerned now.

“Yeah… I…”

“What is it?”

He seemed surprised that I was crying. The man just called me a fag. How could he act so normally?

Then I realized it. He called Anna a fag, the fake profile. Not me.

I hung up.

When I read the phrase “I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A FAG” directed at me, I instantly thought that he had recognized me. The fag in Austin’s life. The one who had been obsessing over him for months. But maybe…

I went back to the two videos I had just sent. OH FUCK! That was it! In one of the videos, Sofia/Anna had red nails, in the other, she had blue nails and a different haircut. I pretended the two videos were live! Of course, Austin realized I was a catfish at that moment; besides, he was probably suspicious since the very beginning — this is why he kept asking for a live cam session!

I was a total fool.

Austin caught a catfish. He did not catch me. At least… not yet! I deleted Anna’s account immediately. Austin tried to call me several times. Damn, now this phone call, crying, it was the most suspicious thing ever.

I did not answer, he texted me:

“Man, answer the damn phone!! I’m worried. What’s going on?!”

I collected myself as best as I could and called him back.

“I’m sorry, Sofia and I, it’s already over. She did not want anyone to know about us and I wanted to have a more serious thing… She just ended it.”

The lie came out without thinking it through but it turned out to be the most perfect lie, it was explaining my fake relationship with Sofia, ending it before the new semester started and giving me a reason to cry over the phone.

“That bitch!” he said. Maybe I should specify, he was not talking about me.

I said I needed to be alone and never wanted to talk about “that bitch” again (that would also save me from further explanations) and Austin told me he would be there to change my mind the next day.

My dear reader, that evening was the last time in my life I ever catfished anyone.

I played too close with the fire. This time, I got lucky. But on so many occasions, my brother or Ty could have caught up to me. Actually, one of them eventually did. But more on that later.

On the first evening back on campus, the guys (Austin, Gary, Martin, Henry, Steve, and Luis) and I sat down together retelling our holidays. I was happy to share Austin’s embarrassing drunk stories from New Year’s Eve. Although, I did not mention me stripping him while he was passed out or our interrupted masturbation session. We had a nice time. Once most of the boys started to talk about football again, Gary and I called it a night and we went to bed.

During the first week, I barely saw Austin even though we would always take time to joke around and would now text each other constantly, like best friends do. His practices were taking a lot of his time, since he broke up with Ashley, he registered for some more activities: swimming and wrestling… As if he was not already hot enough? Steve and Austin were now wresting together once a week and this thought alone was enough to keep me awake at night. They were objectively two of the sexiest men of the entire College.

This time apart from my roommate did help me as I was dedicated to start fresh and focused more on classes this time around. The previous semester was a bit too crazy and the latest incident with the catfish convinced me I needed to work on controlling my urges.

When Austin was sleeping in tight underwear or naked next to me, I would merely look and direct my thoughts on tennis training or homework. Don’t worry my dear reader, I had not completely lost my mind, of course, I still peeked at his morning woods and sweaty armpits. The man was a perfect Adonis, it would have been a crime not to look!

Thankfully, Janice was there to keep me right on track. Austin and Ashley were now very vocally hating each other and could not be in the same room together, but their break-up felt like a little break-up for Janice and I and I was happy to spend some time alone with her.

Admittedly, we had grown close together while we were the official third and fourth wheels of Austin and Ashley’s relationship.

Janice gave me more details on what had happened the night of the end of semester party. It was still a very sensitive subject for Austin. Ashley drank a lot and ended up making-up with a sophomore, a certain Brandon — not even that cute — right in the middle of the dance-floor. According to Janice, it was a coping mechanism for Ashley who felt trapped in the relationship since Austin had moved in in her room. To be trapped in a relationship with Austin, I would give anything but I did not say that to Janice and faked to understand the psychology behind Ashley’s behavior.

On a Thursday night, a couple of weeks after the start of the new semester, Austin came back to the room very late, around 2am. I knew there could be only one good reason for him to return from football practice that late: a post-training fuck session. I did not ask any question though.

But maybe this had triggered something because the next day, Austin was very in the mood to jerk-off to some porn together. I happily obliged.

“You know what your brother told me?” He said, while I was masturbating him in front of a Latino girl shoving a dildo in her ass.

“You are scaring me…” I replied, being truthful.

“We should not worry about jerking each other’s off! He said it was almost mandatory among roommates.” He laughed, making his hard cock pulsating a bit under my fingers.