A picture signed with my name "Tyler Braxton".
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My face, full of sperm, on a Polaroid picture. My own face was looking right back at me on that girl computer's screen. I could have died right there, sitting in my history class. He pointed out to a computer screen in the front rows. The guy sitting next to me gave me a tap on the shoulder. I was so tired at the same time I could not think straight. Was she one of the victims? Around her, people were definitely watching me, smiling or making weird, even disgusting, faces. What the hell was she talking about? I turned towards her, she seemed very concerned, almost on the verge on crying. You should leave now they are all looking at it!" the text reads. 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. At first, I did not pay attention to the persistent looks on me or people giggling and whispering. I was in my history class when things definitely took a turn. I had not had sex since then.Īgain, I almost had 0 sleep the following night but the next day would be worse, much worse. It was too much at time but once it was done, I only wanted to go back there for round 2. If he would have let me, I would have come back there. 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. 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 watched him cum all over his muscular and hairy chest and I could not even get hard.
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. He masturbated anyway, not trying to cover himself, just fully naked on his bed, his earphones plugged in, enjoying content from an Onlyfans girl. Who would have thought I would ever refuse such a proposal? "I'm still feeling sick." I replied.
Austin proposed to jerk off to some porn, I refused. I could not eat anything and at the end of the day, I felt drained. I was so afraid that people, Austin in particular, would link my current state to the fact that Professor Fletcher was arrested.Įveryone at College 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."Īlthough, 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 pretended as best as I could to act normal, saying I had a cold. I needed to talk but I could not talk, to anyone, it was too serious. The next day, I was the shadow of myself. Was it really? Would he have let me go if I had refused to continue to play his game? Did I really consent? "Consent is very important to me", he said the night he fucked me. 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. 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. Who were the students? What did he do? Who was the first victim to talk? He was accused of raping a male student, potentially several male students. The man who took my virginity had been arrested by the police. 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". It also deals with difficult subjects, such as rape, consent and coming out. This chapter is intended for people who have followed Tyler's journey so far. It is way more focused on the plot of the story rather than the erotic aspect of it. WARNING: This chapter is "heavier" than the previous ones. The story is divided into 2 main parts - semester 1 (ch. Gay and closeted, he has some troubles controlling his urges surrounded by frat guys, sexy professors, his hot brother and most importantly, his stunning straight roommate: Austin. Tyler is a freshman student at Creepside College.