Chapter One: The Unexpected Invitation
Aksh slumped on his bed, the weight of another long day pressing down on him like a heavy blanket. He was done with the endless hunt for institutes—applications rejected, interviews that went nowhere. It was all so tiring, so pointless. But night brought a little escape. Being gay meant he had his secret rituals, and tonight was no different. He grabbed his phone, dimmed the lights, and dove into the world of gay porn, letting the images wash away the frustration.
Scrolling through familiar sites, something new caught his eye—a thumbnail that promised fresh heat, on a website he'd never seen before. Curiosity sparked; he clicked, and the page loaded with a sleek, inviting design. Headphones in, he hit play, ready to lose himself. No one around to hear anyway; his place was quiet, just him and the screen.
But before the action started, an ad popped up. Aksh groaned inwardly—ads were the worst, stealing precious seconds. He waited for the skip button, fingers itching. The video began with smooth music, showing glimpses of a grand building, laughing guys, and whispers of something more. "Welcome to X Academy," a deep voice said, echoing in his ears. "A place where you learn the world through an erotic lens. Explore desires, connect deeply, and make sex as normal as breathing. No judgments, just pure enjoyment. And it's all free—if you pass our admission test. Enroll now."
The words hit him like a warm rush. Guys on screen moved with easy confidence, touching, teasing, in ways that felt freeing. Aksh's heart quickened; this wasn't just an ad—it painted a dream. Forgetting the porn video entirely, he clicked the enroll button, chuckling to himself. Just for fun, right? What could it hurt?
The form loaded, starting simple: name, gender, age. Aksh typed away—Aksh, male, young. Then some stuff, contact e-mail, the usual. But soon, it got personal, real personal. Sexuality? Gay, he selected, feeling a thrill at admitting it so openly. Role preference? Bottom, top, versatile? He paused, then chose bottom, his cheeks warming. Interests? Blowjobs, handjobs, intercourse, rimming—the list went on, checkboxes that made his mind wander to steamy scenes. Relationship style? Solo play, couples, threesomes, groups? He ticked a few, imagining the possibilities. More questions followed—kinks, limits, fantasies—each one pulling him deeper, like a teasing hand guiding him.
At the end, a consent box: "I agree to share this info and join if selected." He checked it, hit submit, and laughed it off. Yeah, right—like they'd pick him. It was just a silly diversion.
Shaking his head, he went back to the video, letting it play out. Moans filled his headphones, bodies moving in rhythm, and soon he was lost in the heat, his hand following the beat until release came sweet and quick. Satisfied, he reached to turn off his phone, eyelids heavy with sleep.
Ping. An email notification glowed on the screen. He blinked, opening it. "Congratulations, Aksh! You've been selected for the X Academy admission test. Report tomorrow at 10 AM to our center in the next city—details attached. Prepare for an exciting step forward."
His pulse raced, sleep forgotten. Was this real? Happiness bubbled up; tomorrow could change everything. He set an alarm, mind buzzing with what-ifs, and finally drifted off, dreams echoing with the ad's promise of a world without walls.
