Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2018 23:47:18 +0000 From: Andrew Lee Subject: The-Music-College-Chapter-4 I broke with Joseph in June of 2016. This was a really difficult time for me. The week we broke up I was performing in a production of `Hairspray' a few miles up the road. It was a fantastic production, probably the most expensive and extravagant I have ever been a part of. Joseph came to watch (as he had with every show I had done whilst with him) and enjoyed the show. Unfortunately I knew at this point it was over; I was numb to him, I didn't have him, I didn't love him, I was barely even attracted to him any more. I also had my first year recital in that same work, so pressure and stress was at an absolute all-time high for me. We smashed the shoe, and my recital was very positively received. I finally realised that I was strong enough and focused enough to be on my own. Also during hairspray I met Jackson - Jackson and I never actually slept together but we sent a lot of great pictures, shared some passionate kisses and had phone sex many times. We had also done a production of Jesus Christ Superstar together earlier in the year so we'd known each other a little while. I liked Jackson a lot. But alas, it was poor timing for us and we could never develop our relationship - but we did remain friends. That summer was fairly uneventful, I self funded my second year so I spent all summer working lots of hours and saving some money to help with my tuition and bills in the new term. I spent a couple of nights with faceless guys I had met on Grindr, but on the whole I would spend a lot of my nights watching porn, with a vibrator lodge several inches deep inside my butt whilst I wasted load after load in to the towel next to my bed. It's fair to say at this point I was overworked, depressed and did not enjoy this summer at all. Libby had gone home for the summer whilst I stayed in Manchester and I spent a lot of time by myself. I was having a rare night off in a bar in Manchester in mid August having a couple of beers and watching he first Premier League games of the new season. I'm a big Manchester City fan and we were playing Sunderland at home on opening weekend. As I was sinking a third beer a familiar face with bright blue eyes walked in the door, surrounded by a gaggle of girls. It's Mr Blue Eyes himself, Ryan. I hadn't thought about much over the last few months and I rarely see him in college as we don't have many lessons together, even though he's in my class. We've chosen different electives, and have different singing teachers. I started to feel embarrassed about being out drinking during the afternoon by myself. I shrank in to my seat, but one of the girls saw me and waved. I waved back enthusiastically, trying not to look shamed. They took a seat at a table nearby, and Ryan went to the bar to order drinks, whilst the girls went to the bathroom together. After a little while Ryan returned with the drinks and caught my eye. I could tell from the way he was looking at me that he had already had a few drinks - he was clearly lacking inhibition and he gave me a little wink. I smiled back at him, and I could feel my cock starting to swell under the table. I blushed and jumped straight up and went to the toilet. I passed the girls who had entered with Ryan on my way in, and they all said hey. I was stood at a urinal pissing, and heard the door open behind me. There were lots of urinals in this toilet, so I was confused when I felt the person who had entered approach the urinal right next to mine. I tried desperately hard not to look over... `Nice'. It was Ryan, and he was staring at my dick in my hand with a thirst in his eyes. I blushed once again, and stuffed it away before it had the chance to begin growing again. I turned and went to the sink, maybe a little too urgently. I washed up quickly and made for the door. `What are you so afraid of?' He called after me. I stopped dead with my hand on the door handle, and turned around. He was facing me, cock still hanging in his right hand. It was around 8 inches, rock hard, and he was stroking it in front of my eyes. It was thick and vainly, and I so badly wanted to drop to my knees and devour it. He was so close I could feel his breath on my face, my eyes still glued to his piece. He leaned in and kissed me, bringing me back to earth. I kissed him back, and let my tongue explore his mouth. My own dick was growing in my trousers, screaming to be released. At that moment the bathroom door opened, and with a smirk, Ryan returned to the urinal, and I carried on out of the toilet door. I was brushing and stressed - I was totally besotted with Ryan and he now knew it, and knew he could have his way with me at any time he wants. I didn't bother to go back for my pint - I headed straight for the exit, and headed him to rub out a load. Ryan's face and big cock were in my mind the whole time. End of Chapter 4 Sorry it's taken me a while, I have college assignments due this week so it's a little difficult. Please let me know what you think Please donate to nifty. It's a great service and we all need it to continue.