I had been in college for a year when it happened. The one and only time that it happened. I can't say why I did it, I don't really think about it when I can help it. I don't really know why I'm telling you this now. But I guess sense I started I should keep going.
I'm name is Jason, I'm 19 years old. I've never thought that I was attractive, except that one night. I'm kinda short for a guy, five nine and a half and a hundred and fifty pounds. I have short brown hair, and green eyes. I don't go to the gym but I have an alright body I guess, I mean I work outside for a landscape company so I spend a lot of time lifting heavy things.
On this day I was wearing a pair of jeans that an old girl friend had called my "good ass jeans" I don't really know what that means but any way, and a white t-shirt. I was walking across the quad heading back to my apartment after class when I first saw him. He was tall and broad shouldered. His hair was black, the beautiful shinny kind of black, he was dressed in a loose pair of jeans and a button down shirt. The shirt was open a little at the collar and you could see a few hairs just peaking out of the gap.
I just looked at him for a moment, and then kept on walking. Sometimes I looked at men, not in a sexual way but I always compared myself to them, thinking about what I wished I looked like. Thinking that I wished I had hair on my chest, a big strong body, and a long strong cock to fuck the hell out of someone with.
My apartment building was odd, it looked rather like a Red Roof Inn with all of the rooms opening to the outside the ones on the second floor onto a balcony. It was all wood around the outside, painted chocolate brown with a grayish balcony. I took the steps up to my apartment two at a time and came to the door of my apartment. I looked back and saw that the man had followed me; he was standing at the foot of the stairs looking up. After a moment's pause he walked up the steps, and smiled.
"Hi. I'm Luke."
"Jason," I replied.
"That's a nice name, Jason. I saw you looking at me back on the quad."
"Oh, I uh...I wasn't looking. I mean that I didn't mean to be looking...I mean, well what I am trying to say..."
As I stammered away I was looking him up and down again. He was probably getting close to thirty. His face had a young look but there was something older in his eyes. His jaw as sharp and strong, coming down from his ears in a perfect square. Now that I was closer I could see more hair poking out of the gap in his shirt. He was exactly the sort of man that I wished I was. He was manly, hansom, and confident.
"It's alright," he interrupted my stammering, "You haven't done this before, have you?"
"Done what? Oh no, I'm not. That is to say that I don't..."
"Why don't we just go inside your apartment?"
Why did I let him in? I have asked myself that a million times in the time after that afternoon, but I did. I unlocked the door and let us into my apartment. My roommate who I shared the two bedroom apartment with had gone home for the weekend so I knew that no one would be coming around for the day, in fact for the rest of the weekend.
We stepped into my apartment, and I was suddenly glad that I had cleaned the apartment the day before. Luke came into the apartment and kicked off his shoes, walking into the living room. He smiled at me, an innocent boyish smile and I felt my knees go a little weak. I don't know why but this man did something to my stomach and to my brain. It was as though a cloud had rolled into my brain, making it so that I didn't think properly as though I couldn't process thoughts properly.
"Why don't you sit down," Luke said sitting on the couch himself.
I took a seat at the far end of the couch from him, looking over anxiously. He smiled again, and moved a little closer.
"So Jason, what kinda girls do you like?"
"Um...well my ex-girl friend was super smart. We and she was the runner up for prom queen back in high school. She was kinda bossy, but you know most girls are..." shit, I thought, I'm rambling again. He sat for a long time before he stopped me with another question.
"You ever been with a guy before Jason?"
"Um, no. I've never even thought about it. I'm not gay."
"Right, right. But if you've never tried it before how do you know for sure?"
"Well I guess I don't." I noticed suddenly that he had moved closer still on the couch, so that he was right next to me turned in his seat so that he was facing me. A smell reached my nose, a many smell that filled my nostrils. I felt that same weird feeling in my stomach that I had felt when I had first seen Luke.
"We can stop whenever you want."