After dabbling with neighbors in high school I decided I would leave that behind in college. In hind sight it was not a sound decision. I was worried I would get labeled in the days when being gay was not acceptable. I did have a positive body image. I had thinning blond hair and an extremely hairy chest. A nice bit of pubic hair and 5” of cock with a nice cut head. In those high school days and experiences guys seemed to appreciate it and I was fond of looking at guys equipment, touching their balls and jacking their dicks. My resolve to give up these desires came one night during a sleepover with my one friend I did everything with that summer. He implied he knew of some of my activity with two brothers who had moved out of the neighborhood. He suggested we show each other our weenies and see what happened. I lied and said I wasn’t interested, rolled over and that was that.
Flash forward to the small private college I attended as a freshman. I started my studies majoring in music, a piano major. There were about 49 guys on my dorm floor with one communal bathroom and open showers (this was standard in the 70’s). I tried to keep my eyes to myself but when I saw an uncut penis for the first time I looked! I became more comfortable with the guys on the floor and wondered whose dick I would see next time I showered. One guy, George, told me as I wore a bathrobe to the shower “Its Ok you dont have to wear that, I’ve seen you naked. One day when seated on the toilet I had a good view of the space where George toweled off. He could sense me looking at him and he took his time letting me see everything he had to offer. His crotch was almost as hairy as the big mop of black hair on his hear. As I flushed George emerged clad in his towel and almost ran into to me. We started a conversation about a class assignment and he said “Come into my room and I’ll show you what I have completed already.” I followed him into his room. He took his time getting dressed, but first he took off his towel, leaned over and dried each one of his his toes. While he did this I got a great view of his ass. He turned around and said “I don’t mind being naked in front of you”..We then talked more about the assignment but there was sexual tension. I didn’t know how to make the first move, and he seemed to be content having me watch him. But that’s all that happened but after that he seemed to sense when I might shower and liked looking at me.
After Freshman year I changed my major and transferred to a cheaper State University. The dorm I was in had ywelve guys in the suite I occupied. The showers were more discreet but I caught glimpses especially of Mac whose cock was long, skinny, and flopped when he was towling off. I had a variety of roommates and one in particular slept naked. Later after we changed roommates he came out to me but we never had a long conversation about it and in hindsight I knew he wanted something to happen between us but it never did. I had a steady girl the only time we did anything was when she gave me a blowjob after I took her to a John Fenver concert at the field house.
I let my guard down once my senior year. I liked to study in the library, particualarly on Friday nights. It was quiet and the were tables in out of the way places in the stacks. It was also convenient to the men’s room where the was a long trough urinals, the kind you used at the ball park. I went there to relieve myself and another guy was pissing. He took his time zipping up and I got a good look at his cock. He noticed, looked me in the eye and left. I went back to my study table and soon after he was there. He went between two shelves where I could see him clearly, his cock was out and seemed to be getting harder. He zipped up when he saw that I was interested. He walked over and said. “We might be able to have fun at my appartment if you meet me outside in five minutes”. I gathered my books and nervously left the library. He was waitig in the quad and invited me to follow him to his place which just oof-campus close by. He told me he had roommates but they had left for the weekend. I nervously went with him and when we arrived I entered and he led me to his bedroom. “Lets get more comfortable” and we stripped off our clothes. I loved seeing all of him and my cock was rock hard. “I want to give you the best blow-job ever” and he began to demonstrate his skills. As I was still nervous, despite the stimulation it took me a while to cum. He stroked himself as he sucked. He swallowed my load and I was quite sensative at that point. The phone rang and got up to answer it but not before telling me to stay put. I lay on his bed naked and my first instincts to dress and leave but I didn’t. When he fished his call I was still hard and he said “I never waste a good hard on. I could suck you again, but lets shake thing up. Have you ever fucked a guy?” I told him no. “Well you need to experience that!” He lubed himself up and sat on my cock. This was the pre-atdes era, so we did not use a condom. His ass was warm and tight. He got used to the head of my cock and moved up and down and all of it was inside him. The feeling was sensational and I was glad I just shot a load. I had stamina as we shifted into various positions. His hole was tight and his legs and ass hairy, one of my favorite combination. He told me to pick up the pace as he started to jerk his cock. I could tell I. Was hitting the spot that gave him the most pleasure. As his ass muscles tightened signaling his orgasm, that was enough to have my cock expand a show load number two. As we wound down I thanked for the experience. He offered me a wash cloth to clean up, I got dressed and left returing to my dorm room. The usual guilt took over but I replayed what happened. Would I ever become comfortable with this part of my sexuality?
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