My first sexual experience with a member of the same sex was a few years after college.
I went back to my fraternity house for an alumni weekend in the fall, which was mainly an excuse for partying.
It was pretty crowded, and many other alums stayed in the 20 rooms of the mansion as the active brothers bedded down in a bunk room on the third floor, leaving their rooms out of courtesy, though there were some exceptions.
I didn't want to stay in anyone else's bed, so I decided to stake out a bunk.
I was fairly drunk and getting settled on a bottom bunk in the dim glow of night lights to the sounds of probably a dozen guys snoring all around me.
Even though it was chilly outside, the bunk room was pretty warm, and I only wore gym shorts.
I had been prone for several minutes when one of the brothers came in, a red-haired lad I had seen drinking at the basement bar in the house earlier, with freckles and about 20 years old.
I didn't even know his name.
He spotted the bed above me, shedding all his clothes in the warmth, ignoring the ladder and arranging that bed, leaning against the bed frame, mumbling something about another pillow.
His cock invaded my personal space.
In the dim light of the room, I could see it standing straight out from his loins, with a bulbous head.
I wondered what he planned on doing with that stiff pole. I was mesmerized by it.
His right hand reached down and he pumped it. What little light there was caught the head of his cock and a glint of a drop of precum.
That sent me over a line I never thought I could cross. I knew what I had to do.
