I am currently a sophomore at a private college in Ohio. My name is Josh. I’ve always been a jock, and therefore, act very macho, but I am definitely attracted to guys. I was the “Football Stud” in high school, and therefore, mainly stuck to screwing girls and bragging about it. I had extremely attractive guy friends though, which led to many masturbation sessions where I would fantasize about them. That, however, is another story. The point is, I didn’t have my first guy/guy sexual encounter until I got to college. On the day I moved into the dorm, I realized that there is a God, and he definitely likes me. My roommate was the hottest guy I had ever seen. I’m good looking myself, in a jock/Abercrombie sort of way. He (Nick) was everything I was, and much more. I was in awe when I first met him. We hit it off really well, and made it through out first week of classes. On the first big “campus weekend” we both got invited to a house party (the football house, of course) and decided that it would be cool to check it out. It was awesome, there were about two hundred people packed in a tiny house, fighting over three kegs, and dancing to great music. Ironically, Nick and I both hooked up with a couple of junior girls, and he went back to his new friends room, while I took mine back to our room. That was pretty much how the first month or so of school went: parties, beer, and great sex with lots of hot girls. All this time however, as so many of you deal with daily, I was still craving that “guy” fix and resorted to online, books, and even a porno that I kept well hidden, or so I thought. One day, I got back from chemistry lab, and found my porno sitting on my desk, with a “post-it” sticking to it, on which Nick had drawn a big question mark. I still don’t know how he found it, but at that moment, I wanted to die. I couldn’t breathe, I wanted to quit school, and I had simultaneous nightmares of Nick running around campus telling people I was a fag, and getting a bunch of people to beat the shit out of me. I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat there, on my bed, thinking of excuses. About fifteen minutes later, Nick walked in the door. He didn’t say anything, and walked over to his side of the room, without even looking at the tape sitting on my desk. This continued for about half an hour, and eventually, he said “Bro, um, I was cleaning up some stuff and that tape fell out of your side of the closet.” All those excuses I had thought of seemed to surface all at once, and came out in this blur of pleas, rationalizations, and threats. Finally, the real “man” side of me took over and I admitted to Nick that I was attracted to guys. He didn’t really react to it at all. He said “ok” and pretty much dropped the situation. We went to the student union for dinner, and he didn’t bring it up once. I kept wishing that he would, because there was this awkward silence that left me wondering what he was thinking. I was happy when I finished my burger, and headed back to the dorm to study. Later that night, when Nick got home from the library, he told me he wanted to talk about “what happened” earlier in the day. I told him that I could understand him being angry, and that I should have told him earlier, and that I was the same guy that I had always been. He didn’t seem to be listening though, and when I had finished, he said something completely unexpected. He looked at me and said “I understand a lot more than you think.” At first the words didn’t register, but when they did, I looked at him, surprised, and wondered where he was going with it. He went on to say that he often had the same kind of feelings, but never expressed them. This, of course, is a shorter version of our conversation. We spent almost three hours talking about feelings we had, and guys we thought were cute, which was all very relieving to get out in the open, but scary at the same time. Finally, it happened, Nick threw out some bait. He asked me whether or not I had ever thought of him in a sexual way. My first reaction was to deny it, but I decided to be bold, and told him yes. I didn’t get a chance to see the look on his face when I said it, because as soon as the word exited my mouth, I saw his eyes come close to mine, close slowly, and then I felt his lips touching mine, and his tongue reaching into my mouth, like so many girls had, but they had failed to produce the same erotic effect. Kissing a guy was such a great feeling, especially with a guy that I had liked for so long. I felt his arms running down my shoulders to my waist, then slowly lifting my t-shirt over my head. I responded by taking off his shirt, and then running my fingers over his bare six pack and pecs. It was the most erotic sensation I had ever felt. We had been sitting on the floor, so we stood up, walked over to my bed, and as he laid me down on my back, climbed on top, and for the first time, I could feel his erection pressing into my own. We kissed for what seemed like minutes, but was realistically hours, with our hands rubbing all over each others bodies, exploring the great physiques that we had both lusted over for so long. Then, came the moment of truth. As he reached down to squeeze my bulging member, I slowly slid off my boxers, and he did the same. We went back to kissing and grinding our bodies together, and then he asked me if he could give me head. Without waiting for an answer, he kissed his way down my chest, over my abs, and down into my trimmed crotch. I could feel his hot breath on the head of my penis, and thought I would orgasm from just that. Then, as his lips passed down over my cock, and he started sucking, and slowly bobbing up and down, I was in pure ecstasy. I couldn’t believe how great it felt, better than any bj I had ever gotten from a girl. Soon, I was more than curious to taste his meat, and we got in a 69 position, laying on our sides. We sucked each other of, each tasting man for the first time. It was one of the most incredible experiences of my lifetime. Trying to pleasure him as best as I could, him matching me, and then me trying to suck even harder. I honestly couldn’t get enough of it. Neither of us lasted very long, as we were so excited and it being our first time with a guy. I felt myself getting close, and tried to pull out, but he grabbed my hips and pulled them close to his face. I started to cum, and it was the biggest load I had shot in my life. He kept drinking it down like it was candy. At the same time, I felt his cock start to pulse, and could feel the muscle contractions of his cock on my lips as cum suddenly erupted in my mouth, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I kept sucking harder and harder, so I didn’t miss any. After we came, we kept sucking but the pleasure was so intense that neither of us could handle it any longer. He crawled back up to face me, and we laid there, kissing and holding each other. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. This was when I fell in love with Nick. He’s the kind of guy I enjoy waking up next to, even more that going to bed with. We slept together almost every night after that , the entire year. We became soul mates. Unfortunately, because of some family problems, Nick didn’t return to school this year. We still talk, and visit each other occasionally, but distance and time makes things very difficult. While we may not have been destined to be together forever, I couldn’t have asked for a better first time. He will always have a place in my heart, especially now that I have an ugly, straight roommate. I want to assure you that this story is sincere, and the fact that I’m sharing it in no way trivializes the impact it had on my life. Feel free to write to me if you want to chat about it or share your experiences. Just know that I’m not looking for a “hookup.” Who knows, you may already know me, I mean, I am just another straight jock at a small university in the Midwest…. Josh biologyboi@collegeclub.com
