Well Jack, you survived high school mostly unscathed. You are now headed to college, and you can honestly say that you are not still a virgin. That is more than many of your other friends can say, even though they are claiming differently.
I know you think that your high school friends will be your friends forever, but things change. You all have different interests, and life will take you on different paths. That is okay. You are about to meet a lot of new people, some good and some not so much. Just be smart and don’t get discouraged. Take things slow and know that things will work out the way they are supposed to.
Don’t rush coming out to your parents, God I hate that expression. I still don’t know why any person has to “come out”. Seriously, my brother and sister never had to tell my parents that they were straight when they started to date. Why should I have to? But I digress, you will know when it’s the right time…
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A couple of weeks later, I was packing to head off to college. I was a bit disappointed. In myself for hurting Julie, and in Tommy for not returning my phone calls. I knew ending things with Julie was the right thing to do, but I just couldn’t tell her the real reason, not yet anyway. I guess I can’t be too upset with Tommy, I had talked to his mom, and she only said that Tommy couldn’t come to phone and she would give him the message. For all I know, she may have never told him I called. She really had him on a tight leash.
Mom and dad agreed that ending things with Julie was the right thing to do. They reminded me that high school romances rarely work out. They assured me that I would meet more girls when I started college. I had considered telling them that I thought I was gay several times. But every time I wanted to, I lost my courage. Hell, I’m still not sure, I did have feeling for Julie. My only gay experience was with Tommy, maybe I was just curious. Maybe when I got to college, I would meet a girl and fall in love.
I threw the last of my things in my car and after a hug from mom and dad, was headed to start my college years. I was trying to convince myself the entire drive that I made the right career choice. I was amazed that all of my friends seemed so sure of themselves, they all knew exactly what they wanted to do with their lives. Hell, Travis has already been a Marine for a month and even Julie was already working as a nurse, well as an aide, but still.
Oh well, most of the classes I was taking during the first semester were Gen Ed classes, the ones that all students had to take. History, math, English lit, those kinds of classes. I was only taking two business classes. I guess if I didn’t like them, I still had time to change my major.
My mind shifted to who my roommate was going to be, and if we would get along. I received a letter from the housing office telling me his name was Clark and he was from a small town, similar to the one I was from. We had talked on the phone a couple of times, just to talk about what we were bringing. He was bringing a mini-fridge, and mom and dad had given me a TV for graduation. Of course, I had myself all worked up as I pulled into the dorm parking lot. I was sure he wouldn’t like me, or maybe he would be a real asshole.
I turned my car off and took a deep breath. Okay Jack, just calm down. Clark is probably just as nervous as you are. I grabbed my suitcase and checked in at the front desk, getting my room key. Clark was putting his clothes in his dresser as I walked into my room. He held out his hand as he met me halfway across the room.
He smiled, “Hey, I’m Clark. You must be Jack?”
I nodded, “Yes, it’s nice to meet you.”
I started to relax as we unpacked and arranged our room. We talked about our families and the classes we were taking. I was even more relieved to learn that Clark was just as unsure of his career choice as I was. I don’t know if we are going to be best friends, but I think we will get along just fine.
As we were talking, he told me that he had a girlfriend and she was also taking classes here. That answered my first question, he is straight. He asked if I had a girlfriend, I told him that Julie and I had just broken up, not wanting to do the whole long-distance thing. He nodded; some of his high school friends had done the same thing. I knew it was too soon to say anything about being gay, besides, I still wasn’t sure that I was.
It didn’t take long to realize that Clark was more interested in spending time with his girlfriend than with me. That was fine, I soon made friends with several guys in the dorm and some that were in the same classes as I was. A few of us had started to eat lunch together between classes and then met for supper in the evening.
We also started to get together after classes to play a little basketball. When the weather started to turn cold, we would meet at the student center to lift weights, and I even learned how to play racket ball. We also played basketball in the gym. My first semester was going well, and I was even liking my business classes. Maybe I made the right choice after all.
One of the guys that was in my little group was Heath Campbell. Some of the other guys thought he was a little cocky, I just saw him as being very confident. He was about 5’11” with sandy blonde hair that had just the right amount of cute curls. His piercing blue eyes sparkled whenever he flashed that mischievous smile. Of course, he had the body of a jock and insisted that his team would always be skins when we played basketball. I didn’t mind that at all, he was rather pleasant to look at shirtless.
He was a fairly decent basketball player, and I always liked to be on his team. After all, I didn’t mind being shirtless either. I may not have been as cut as Heath, but looked pretty good, if I do say so myself. Besides, if the game got competitive, there was always that chance that our bare skin could meet as we both went for the ball.
I also liked to lift weights with Heath; he again insisted on working out shirtless. I usually did the same. I especially like to have him spot for me when I bench pressed. I confess, I may have been trying to look up legs of his baggy shorts, thus far I haven’t seen anything.
Our little friend group continued to meet at the student center a few days a week and before we even realized, it was time to go home for Thanksgiving break. It was nice to see my family, and they were full of questions about how my first semester was going. Mom asked if I made any friends, I told her about Heath and the rest of the group. From the look on her face, I think she was trying to find out if I had met a girl. I didn’t take the bait, and I soon changed the subject.
When we got back to campus after break, we all met at the student center for another session of weightlifting. Heath was his usual confident self; I just smiled and some of the others just rolled their eyes. I didn’t care, I actually liked his attitude, besides he was really hot, he had every right to be a little cocky.
As we finished lifting weights, the rest of guys all headed off in different directions to go back to their dorms. Heath and I were walking together, his dorm was on the way to mine.
He bumped his shoulder into mine and said, “After a workout like that, I think we deserve a little treat.”
I chuckled, “Okay, what did you have in mind?”
He said, “There is a little Mexican restaurant just a block off campus. They serve the best burritos; do you want to go get one with me?”
I shrugged, “Sure, I haven’t had good Mexican food in a while.”
He grinned, “Cool, let’s stop by room first, I want to take a quick shower and grab my wallet.”
I nodded, “Okay, sounds like a plan.”
We walked into Heath’s room; his roommate had a night class and wasn’t in the room. Heath pulled his shirt over his head and kicked his of shoes as I sat on his bed. I had seen Heath shirtless many times, so I wasn’t too surprised. But what he did next completely shocked me. He pulled shorts down and was now standing in front of me in just his jock. He turned his ass toward me and bent down to pull his socks off. Damn it, his ass was just as hot as the rest of him. He turned back around and pushed the jock off his hips, I’m not sure, but I think he was half hard.
He grinned as he looked at me, “I thought we were going to take a shower?”
I closed my mouth; it somehow had been hanging open ever since that jock hit the floor. I had assumed after he showered, we would stop by room so I could shower there.
I stammered, “Well, I thought…I… I would shower at my room.”
He had that cocky smirk on his face, “There’s plenty of room in my shower, besides it’s more fun to shower with a buddy.”
My little head took over the thinking from my big head, and I was soon stepping out of my own jock and shorts and following that sexy ass to the bathroom. My hard cock was stand proud.
Heath turned on and adjusted the water and we both stepped in. Heath smiled as he turned toward me, our engorged teenage dicks brushed against each other. I was pleased to see that we were both about the same size, I just knew that someone as hot as Heath would have a huge cock. It gave my ego a little boost to know that I was just as well-endowed as this Greek god.
He put his arms around me to grab the shampoo off the shelf behind me. The sparks shot threw me as our bare bodies touched, my cock jumped as Heath trapped it between our stomachs. He stared into my eyes as he lathered up my hair and began to massage my scalp. I placed my hands on his hips, afraid that my legs were going to give out on my at any moment.
Once he had my hair washed, I took the shampoo and washed his hair in the same fashion. Neither of had spoken a word the entire time we had been in the shower, it didn’t seem necessary. Heath grabbed a bar of soap and started to wash my chest and arms. I lifted my arms so he could get my pits. I saw that cocky grin again as he turned me around and washed my back. I shuddered as he move to my lower back and then went to his knees to wash my ass. Once his finger had been through my crack a couple of times, Heath washed my legs.
He stood up and wrapped his arms around me to wash my chest and stomach again. He pulled me in tight and I felt his cock wedge in between my ass cheeks. I’m not sure, but I think he kissed the back of my neck as his he started to thoroughly clean my cock and balls. I felt the air leave my lungs and I kind of melted into his arms. I heard him let out a little chuckle and this time I knew he was kissing my neck. Shit, I liked it.
He again turned me around and kissed me on the lips, our hard cocks rubbing together, getting harder by the second. Heath handed me the soap so that I could wash him, I gladly accepted. I ran my hands over every inch of that perfect body, cleaning every nook and cranny. Heath was smiling at me the entire time, until the last of the soap suds were rinsed from his body.
He pulled me in for another kiss and said, “I think we should take this to my bed.”
I just nodded as he shut the water off and we dried each other. Once again, my rock-hard cock followed that sweet ass out of the bathroom and to Heath’s bed. He flopped down on his back; his erection pointed to the heavens. I crawled between his legs and licked the precum from the swollen purple head. One taste and I needed more. I soon had the entire length down my throat; the free flowing precum keeping things lubed up nicely.
Heath moaned and grabbed the back of my head as I bobbed up and down. Before long, we traded places and I was getting the second blow job of my life. It was even better than the first time. Tommy did just fine, but Heath had obviously done this before. Heath also had another trick up his sleeve. He let my cock fall from his mouth and began to lick and suck my nuts, holy shit, that felt good too.
He wasn’t yet done with the surprises. Before I could register what was going on, Heath pushed my legs into the air and I felt his tongue rake across the one place on my body, no one else had ever seen or touched. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he started to push his tongue into my virgin hole. I lost all control and pulled my legs apart further, opening my hole even more.
Heath looked up at me with that smirk and asked, “Do you like that?”
I panted something intelligible and nodded.
He moved up for another kiss and asked, “Can I fuck you?”
I squeaked out, “Do you have a condom?”
He quickly ran to his dresser and was rolling the condom on before he got back to the bed. He kissed me again as I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. I grabbed his hips as he slowly breached my hole. Once he gave me time to adjust, he was soon balls deep and I was in heaven. Every time he pushed, it was like a thousand volts of electricity shooting through my body.
I wasn’t going to last much longer. Heath pumped into me a couple of more times and my cock began to spew out the biggest load of sperm that I have ever shot in my life. Heath was still kissing me, and I think I felt him smile as my ass muscles squeezed his cock. I saw his eyes roll back as he pushed in as far as he could. Heath collapsed on top of me as he caught his breath.
He gave me a kiss and a smile as his deflating cock slipped from well fucked hole. He pulled the full condom off and tossed it in the trash can.
He asked, “Is that the first time you had sex?”
I blushed, “No, but it was the first time that I bottomed.”
He kissed my cheek, “Maybe next time I can bottom.”
I smiled, “I would like that.”
We cleaned up and stopped at my room so I could change clothes then went to eat. Heath was right, it was the best burrito I have ever had. We got together again on Saturday for more of a real date. This became our regular schedule. Every Tuesday night when his roommate had his night class, we workout and go back to his room for a shower and a then do something on Saturday. Monday night I had night class and Heath had one on Wednesday. I had a study group on Thursdays and Heath helped coach a youth basketball team on Friday nights. We each used Sunday nights to study and get ready for the week, after all we were in college to get an education.
As we got to Christmas break, we talked about meeting each other’s families but agreed that it was a bit soon for that. We said our goodbyes and both headed for our respective homes. On my drive I decided it was time to drop my bombshell. I would like for my family to meet Heath at some point, but first I should probably tell them that I am gay.
I knew it would be best to wait until just before I was ready to go back to campus. First of all, I didn’t want to ruin Christmas in case it didn’t go well. I also wanted to give my parents some time to process everything. They really had never given me any reason to think that they would be anything but supportive, but I was still scared as hell.
Things didn’t exactly go as I had planned. I did make it past Christmas, but just the day after. Dad and I were helping mom take down the tree and put all the Christmas decorations away. Mom started to ask me about my friends, just as she had done when I was home for Thanksgiving. I was just giving vague answers again.
Dad laughed, “Oh for crying out loud, Jack, she wants to know if you have met anyone special.”
I felt my gut flip and I’m sure face turned red. I guess it was time to come clean.
Dad said, “By the look on your face, I think we have the answer.”
Mom said, “There is no reason to be embarrassed, Jack. If you have met someone, we would like to know, because we care.”
I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “Mom, dad, I have been seeing someone for about a month.”
Mom smiled, “That’s great honey. What is her name?”
I sighed, “His name is Heath.”
The silence was deafening and my heart was racing at a hundred miles an hour.
After what seemed like hours, I’m sure it was actually only a few seconds, dad broke the silence.
He asked, “Jack, are you telling us you are gay?”
I nodded, “Yes dad, I am.”
Again, silence filled the room.
Dad again spoke first, “Well, is he a nice guy?”
I finally started to breath again, “Yes dad, I really like him.”
Mom gave me a hug, “We love you Jack. If this boy makes you happy, then we are happy.”
I felt a tear run down my cheek, “Thanks mom, I love you too.”
Dad gave me a hug too and echoed my mom’s sentiments. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I could finally be true to myself and live the life that I wanted. Over the next couple of days, I also told my brother and my sister my big news.
My brother laughed, “I knew you were gay since you were five. Remember when I used to introduce you to my buddies as my queer little brother?”
Mom said, “Stop it, he’s still your brother and you will not call him names.”
He wrapped me in a headlock and started to mess my hair, he was still laughing, “Oh Jack knows I’m just teasing him. I still love ya, ya little queer.”
I broke free from his hold and said, “Thanks, ya big douche bag.”
Mom shook her head as she away from us, I guess I expected nothing less from my big brother.
Sis was next, she gave me a hug and said, “I’m so sorry I did your hair and made you wear makeup when you were little.”
Again, I rolled my eyes, “That is not why I am gay, sis. Every one of my friends that had a big sister had to endure that torture.”
Relieved that my family still loved me, I was feeling much better about my life. That going so well, it gave me the courage to tell others. Dan and Rob were next on my list of people to tell. We were going to get together at Dan’s house the next day. I did see Dan when I was back for Thanksgiving but hadn’t seen Rob since we left for college.
Dan greeted me at the door with a bro-hug and after I said hello to his parents, we went to the basement. Rob was already there waiting. We said our hellos and sat down to catch up. We talked about our classes and how college was going. Dan and Stacy were still together, but Rob and Heidi had broken up shortly after they left for different colleges.
Rob said, “You were right Jack, the long-distance thing is a bad idea. It all worked out okay though, I have my pick of all the hot chicks at my college. I basically have been dating a new one every week.”
Dan and I both laughed as he began to tell us about all the times he gotten laid. We both just let him brag, neither of us were convinced he was as much of player as he was telling us.
Dan and Stacy were attending the same college, so they were still happy together. It was starting to look like they were one of those rare cases of high school sweethearts working out. They were already talking about marriage as soon as they graduated.
I laughed, “But that’s still three and a half years away.”
Dan shrugged, "Now you sound like my mom and dad. I know it’s a few years away, but I don’t even want to look at any other girls.”
I nodded, “I’m happy for you buddy.”
Rod asked, “What about you Jack? Are you seeing anyone?”
I sighed; I guess that’s my cue. I said, “Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am seeing someone.”
Dan smiled, “That’s awesome dude, let’s hear the details.”
I took another deep breath, “I’m dating a guy, his name is Heath. I just told my folks that I am gay.”
Rob just stared at me as Dan said, “Wow, I didn’t see that coming.”
Rod stood up and said, “Well, I guess I better be going. It was good to see you guys again.”
He ran up the stairs and left without even saying goodbye to Dan’s parents.
I looked at Dan and said, “Sorry to drop that on you, but I wanted you to hear it from me and not from someone else.”
He smiled, “Thanks, I appreciate that.”
I asked, “So, do you want me to leave now?”
He furrowed his brow, “No, why would I?”
I shrugged, “I got the feeling that Rob wasn’t too pleased with my news. I thought you…”
He stopped me, “Jack, we have been friends our whole lives. To be honest, I had my suspicions until you started dating Julie. I was happy for you, but I thought the long-distance thing wasn’t the only reason you broke up with her.”
I nodded, “You always could read me like a book.”
We talked for another hour, and I told him everything about Heath and I even told him about my night with Tommy. I was glad to still have my best friend, I’m not sure about Rob. I guess if he is a true friend he will come around.
I went back to college with a whole new attitude. I felt free to be who I was and had no need to hide anything any longer. I wanted to go see Heath and tell him everything. Since neither of us had night classes this semester, we could see each other even more.
I was so excited by the time I parked my car on campus, that instead of going to my own room, I went straight to Heath’s. I knocked on his door and I noticed it wasn’t locked, I walked in without waiting for Heath to answer. I wish I hadn’t. He and the other guy that were naked in his bed scrambled to cover themselves with a blanket. I quickly pulled the door shut and went back to my room, totally heartbroken.
When I didn’t show up for our workout and basketball games the next week, my friends came to my room to find out why. I told them everything. They told me they knew what was going on with Heath, but they also knew that Heath was seeing at least three other guys. It all started to make sense. The reasons we could only see each other two nights a week, Heath didn’t have a night class and never helped coach a youth basketball team. He was using those nights to see other guys.
They told Heath to find other people to work out with, and I resumed spending time with them since he wouldn’t be there. I was glad that my new friends were just as supportive as Dan.
When I told mom and dad about what happened, they only proved that they still loved me. They told me that it wasn’t meant to be, and I would find the right person. They also reminded me that they didn’t meet until their senior year of college.
I made it to the end of the year and went home for the summer. I guess we will see if next year will be any better.
***
… You always knew your family would support you, I have already told you that you worry too much.
As for Heath, I first want to thank you for paying attention to what was going on in the world when you started to have sex with him. After all, it was 1985 and the AIDS epidemic was reaching it’s peak. Making him wear that condom was the right choice. Heath was a player and by the end of the semester, he was so busy trying to find his next hook up, he stopped going to classes and had to drop out of school.
Things didn’t get much better for him in the following years. He refused to stop sleeping around and within 5 years, his health started to fail. A few years later, he was the latest victim to die from AIDS. You insisting that he wear that condom might have saved our life.
You are also right about Dan; he is a true friend. Rob, not so much. Not taking his reaction too seriously was also the right decision. The next year he would get a girl pregnant and have to drop out of college to marry her. Ten years and four kids later, he is stuck in a dead-end job that he hates. He is also unhappy in his marriage but can’t afford to get out of it. He spends every night after work at the bar just to avoid spending any time with his wife and kids. He has heard about your life and is actually jealous of you.
You will have more fun in your second year of college, I promise you.
To be Continued…
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