Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2023 13:21:19 -0400
From: Ish Grayson <ishgrayson1@gmail.com>
Subject: Before the Stuy - Chapter 2

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TRIGGER WARNING:
This chapter deals with Sexual Assault. If you're offended or easily
triggered by this, please skip this chapter. This story is based on true
events.

This story is a spin-off of Back To The Stuy (in Adult Friends), and
takes place when the main character, Ish, is learning how to be a proud
slut. The first few chapters are cutesy, and not much sex... But damn the
dude a lil slut.

Ish is about to be 18 and is graduating from high school in a few days.
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Chapter 2

I met Ravi when I turned 17. My friends and I were out celebrating the
end of junior year by sneaking out to go to a party at Sean's frat
house. Sean had just finished pledging, and invited his two "baby bros"
to come hang out and enjoy the night. I fully admit that I'd hooked up
with a couple of Sean's pledge brothers when I visited the campus to
hang out with him for lunch or needing dating advice (he's a good big
bro). The frat president knew about my adventures, and turned a blind eye
as long as there was consent, and as long as Sean didn't object
(honestly, my mouth and ass gave him a leg up when it came to pledging, I
was a benefit to him). The night of the party, a guy accidentally walked
into a bedroom that one of Sean's pledge brothers and I were in. I was
on my knees when I turned my head to see a cute guy with a look of shock
on his face, he profusely apologized before leaving and closing the door.
Later in the night Cory, Sean, and I were nuzzled on one of the couches,
nursing beers, as Sean and his frat bros were yelling and laughing about
a topic that I wasn't paying attention to. There were jokes about how
Sean was our babysitter, and how we were all so annoyingly close with
each other; they weren't wrong. Most of the guys seemed cool with us
being there, and kept mentioning how much they loved Sean as a bro.

When I went to get another cup of beer, I saw the cute dude who opened
the door earlier. He apologized again, and I told him not to worry. He
then asked how I knew about the party, mentioning that I seemed slightly
out of place (he wasn't wrong). I explained that my brother was a
member, only to find out that he and Sean were acquaintances who had a
couple of classes together that year. He then half joked, and asked if
Sean would be mad if he asked for my number. Maybe because I was drunk I
didn't really pay close attention to how much I was attracted to him,
but I knew I wouldn't be disappointed when I sobered up. I told him not
to worry about Sean as I put my number into his phone.

The next day I received a text with a picture of the hottest guy I'd
seen at that time. The dude looked like a slightly slimmer version of
Ranbir Kapoor, but with a sore cut jaw and slimmer nose. He was smiling
in the photo, and mentioned how great it was to meet me at the party.

We texted on and off for the next few days before meeting up at a coffee
shop near the university. After two cups of tea, we were back at his dorm
that he was staying in for summer session, where he ended up flooding my
hole twice. With the exception of my first boyfriend, Ravi was the only
person to fuck me bareback at that point. After that day, we would
regularly hook up at his dorm for a month, before he officially became my
boyfriend. And being the love sick teen that I was, I made sure that all
my friends and parents met him, so that I could show off my hot
boyfriend. Of course he impressed them. The dude was charming, witty, and
very smart (an engineering major). He was also able to relate to my Dad,
because they were both immigrants who came to the US at young ages. It
seemed perfect; until it wasn't.

After that first few weeks of dating, he changed. At first it was just
him being short with his responses when something was upsetting him, but
then EVERYTHING started to upset him. The wrong word, the wrong outfit,
the price of a food delivery; he blamed it on being overloaded with
school work. The short responses then turned into belittling me, using my
self doubt and insecurities against me, as a way to alleviate any issues
that he was having. He'd always make up for it by giving me mind blowing
sex and love bombing me (endless praises, apologies, and gifts). When my
family went to Palermo for our annual summer trip, he would send me
hundreds of texts saying that he missed me, and adored me; and not to
forget the endless dick and body pics that flooded my WhatsApp. He was
very loving and doting as I got over my jet lag when I returned home two
weeks later.

Then one night, it happened. I had a stomach ache after eating some
questionable takeout food one night, and wasn't in the mood for sex; but
he didn't care. As I was laying on my side, holding my stomach, he
forced my underwear off of my body leaving me only wearing my shirt and
socks. He made sure to punch my torso, if I didn't move to make it
easier for him to remove them, or if I tried to fight back. He then stuck
a pair of rolled up socks into my mouth before spitting onto his thick 8
inch cock, and entering me. My legs were in the air, I felt my t-shirt
becoming wet from tears. At some point, I opened my salty tear filled
eyes to notice that he was recording with his phone. Claiming that it was
reassurance for if I thought I could leave him. Once he came inside of my
hole, he cuddled me. He told me that he loved me for the first time.

For the next few months, he'd demand that I come to his dorm as soon as
I got out of school, stating that if I didn't he'd upload the video
online for the world to see. I obliged the best that I could, and would
suffer beatings on the days that I was late (even if I texted him
beforehand). As time went on, my friends noticed that I was around much,
saying that I'd been withdrawn. Even my parents started to notice
something was off with me when we had Sunday dinners. It all came to a
head one day when Cory, Sean, and I were roughhousing and they noticed a
couple of bruises on me. I tried to lie, saying that they were from
playing football with our friends, but they saw right through me. I ended
up breaking down and telling them everything, whilst also begging for
them not to say, or do, anything until I figured it out on my own.

Thankfully, my brothers didn't keep quiet. They immediately told their
Mum and my parents, but explained that they'd be handling it on their
own. It's never been made fully clear to me, but I do know that Sean's
frat brothers roughed him up badly one day, and threatened to call the
police for his possession of child porn because I was 17 at the time. I
never heard from him again, and haven't heard anything about the video
either.

I started therapy, and became more open with my parents about my sexual
exploits soon after that. That's when they started being honest with me
about their "mutual extramarital affairs", as they called it. For a
couple of months I was celibate, I wouldn't even consider dating anyone.
Not that I could, with Sean and Cory being as protective as they were for
awhile. After some time, I started feeling more comfortable with
regaining my title of Fuckboi, but there was no penetration. For me, at
least; having willed myself into being a total top. All in all, the dude
fucked me up, but the situation definitely helped shape a different
outlook for me. Making me realize just how thankful I was to come from
such a loving family.

"He did that?!" were Kal's only words spoken after I'd finished
telling him the story. By now the sun had started moving westward, as a
light breeze made it a little easier to handle the head that we were
sitting in. Groups of families and friends had come and gone, while we
sat on the bench drinking cold water that we bought from a vendor that
walked by at some point. Kal made it a point to not interrupt me when I
was talking, only reacting with facial expressions, and the occasional
gasp. At some point, I noticed his face grimace. It was as if I saw four
of the five stages of grief silently happening before my eyes. "He's
always been a bit smug, even a bit of an ass when we were kids. But I
never thought he'd actually do something that bad."

"I'm sorry," I apologized for ruining whatever positive illusion he
may have had regarding his cousin.

"Why are you sorry?!" He looked surprised.

"He's your cousin. I don't want to ruin your relationship," I looked
down at my twiddling thumbs.

"Him being an asshole is not your fault. He's really fucked up for
doing that."

"Wait! You believe me?!" My therapist had taught me that a lot of close
friends and family members of rapists didn't often believe the
survivors/victims.

"Why wouldn't I?" His face showed concern.

"He's your family. You called him your brother."

"Family or not. That doesn't excuse him doing something so... So fucked
up!" He placed his index finger under my chin, raising my head so that I
would face him, looking directly into his eyes. "I'm truly sorry that
you went through that. I know it's not easy to talk about."

"Especially on a first date," I attempted to joke.

"Speaking of..." he let go of my chin, cocking his head a bit to the
side. "Why did you agree to this date? Knowing that I'm his cousin."

"Honestly, I don't know," I answered him. "When you suggested hanging
out, I figured it's because you were gonna give me an update. Not gonna
lie, part of me wants him to be suffering. But when you said that it was
a date, I figured you didn't know at all, and the sadist in me wanted to
use it as fuel. But then..."

"But then what?" He wanted me to finish my thought.

"But then you handed me the aux cord, and sang along. Making me happy
that you kissed me last night," I saw him blush, eliciting a slight
chuckle from me.

"I judge anyone who doesn't sing along to `Sugar, We're Goin'
Down'," he laughed, his smile was beautiful.

"The appropriate time to judge anyone," I quipped. "But same question
to you... Why'd you ask me out? Knowing that we were a thing?" I
couldn't get myself to say "couple" or even "exes".

"He never made it seem like you were that serious," he stated. "When
he said that you moved on, I figured he didn't have any deep feelings
for you; which made it easy for me to jump at the opportunity to ask you
out. I always thought you were cute as fuck."

"Oh?" I pressed.

"Since that time I met you at Battle of the Bands. You seemed so
supportive of your friends, and seemed to get along with people easily.
You had a way of making everyone feel important, even people that you'd
just met."

"Like you?"

"Like me," he nodded, looking into my eyes before leaning in to give me
a kiss on the cheek. "I've seen you around campus a few times, follow
you on social media. You always manage to look good without any effort,
and seem to love making people laugh."

"Trauma is key to being a good comedian with bedhead," I laughed to
myself. "But, I thought you were straight? You had a girlfriend when we
met."

"I thought I was too, until about two years ago," he stated very matter
of factly. "I'd always only dated girls until then, and never really
looked at guys. Then one day, a friend offered me a good ol' fashioned
bro-job; and I started thinking of things differently."

"Getting your soul sucked outta ya can change your life," I joked.

"Exactly!" he chuckled. "Next thing I knew, I was on the apps, and
started going to clubs. Definitely being a naughty boy. But refused to
come out, that's when I started dating my ex, Simran. She's actually
the first person I told that I'm bi. At first she seemed okay with it,
even if it wasn't part of the `Good Muslim Kid Plan'; because the end
goal was for us to get married. Then she started to get jealous every
time she saw me talk to a guy. It could've been me asking an ugly old
cop for directions, and she'd go off accusing me of wanting to fuck him.
At some point, I'd had enough and decided to call it off."

The story sounded familiar, like many other coming out stories that I'd
heard about before. I felt bad for him because I knew that we definitely
didn't come from the same background, therefore we weren't given the
same expectations from our families. While my parents were just happy to
have me (and Sean and Cory), and only expressed their desire for me to be
happy in life, his family was very different. He was expected to get
married after graduating college, produce children, and live a
"respectable" heteronormative life - like most first generation Muslim
and Indian kids who grew up in a world that was different than the one
their parents came from.

"My Mum wasn't happy when she heard about me and Simran breaking up.
And she definitely wasn't thrilled about why either. But I just
couldn't lie any more. I even offered to move into the dorms, but she
wouldn't hear of it."

"She loves you too much, huh?" I placed my hand on his shoulder,
attempting to show support.

"That's part of it," he answered. "But also, a good Muslim mother
would never kick her only son out of the house. The aunties wouldn't let
her hear the end of it. At least things are better now. She's started
cooking my favorite meals again."

"The truest sign of love is your mother's grub," I joked, causing him
to laugh a bit.

The sun started to get a little lower, as the wind picked up a bit. It
was already 6:15pm, and we hadn't even gone to the comic shop. It
didn't matter if we went, to me at least. I was enjoying this afternoon
of honesty with him. Watching the wind blow his hair around, seeing his
smile pop into view, noticing that he talked with his hands almost as
much as I do. Everything about him appealed to me; even the beads of
sweat that formed on his forehead when the sun was high. I could easily
see myself becoming smitten with this sexy man.

"This definitely isn't how I pictured our date going," Kal offered up.

"How'd you picture it?" I raised my eyebrow in curiosity.

"I figured after brunch we'd go shop for comics - I'm dying to get the
new Justice League. Then afterwards find a nice spot in the park to make
out and talk. Ya know... Like a gentleman." He gave a devilish smirk.

"A true gentleman would at least offer a bed or couch," I stuck out my
tongue.

"Well, excuse me for having to share a room," he chuckled, knowing that
neither of us could really change our living situations.

"You may share a room, but I don't," I winked at him.

"Won't your parents have an issue with their son having sex under their
roof?"

"That'd require them to be home."

"I guess our second date will take place at your house," he leaned into
my ear. "Don't worry, the neighbors won't be bothered... too much."

My dick was hard af under my cutoffs. This man was already making my
knees weak, and I had no idea how to react. My only focus was to remain
sitting still so that no one could see my boner, while I was going
commando; and no one did, except for Kal. He simply winked at me after
noticing, then we both sat silently finishing our waters. Waiting for my
dick to soften.

He promised to text me when we got home, as it was dark outside when he
dropped me off. He then thanked me for a nice date before kissing me on
the lips. The most perfect sweet soft kiss. Once I was in the front door,
he pulled out of the driveway to go home.

The dude was a gentleman.

TO BE CONTINUED
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