In the bustle surrounding my return to college for senior year, I didn't have much time to think about my introduction to gay sex during a weekend at the lake with my best friend.
Not that it ever left my mind completely; sucking my first cock was not the sort of thing I could easily forget.
Looking back on it now, years later, I still can't get over how willingly I did it. Before that weekend, I'd considered myself totally straight, and I honestly can't remember being curious about gay sex before then.
But when my best friend Jake came onto me, I didn't resist for long. Why?
I suppose it was a combination of factors: the normal horniness of an 18-year-old guy, the effects of alcohol and marijuana, plus the fact that I liked and trusted my best friend.
In the end, though, the reasons for trading blowjobs with Jake were now beside the point; what counted was that I had done it and liked it and could easily see myself doing it again.
But how and when and with whom?
As I said, I didn't have time to give these questions a lot of thought during the first week or two back at school. I had too many other things to think about: settling back into the dorm, getting registered for classes and so on.
It so happened, too, that I met a couple of girls right off the bat: one in my lit class and another at a dorm mixer. Both showed an interest in me, and I had hopes of getting one of them into bed.
Then there was Alex, the woman I'd met during that same weekend at the lake. Although we'd clearly sparked in some way, nothing came of it for reasons I've explained in the previous chapter of this story.
True, I had gotten her number, and we'd been having a flirty text conversation ever since. But I didn't hold out much hope we'd see each other soon, given that she was going to college more than an hour away.
Still, despite my ongoing attraction to women, I did occasionally replay my encounter with Jake in my head, usually in bed at night. Doing so always gave me a major hardon. Luckily I had scored a single room that year, and I could jack off to my gay (or straight) fantasies pretty much whenever I wanted.
It was frustrating, however, that I had no clue about how to go about finding another gay or bi partner. I knew how the sexual dance worked with women, but had zero idea how it worked with men.
Were the steps pretty much the same, or was there something inherently different?
And there was another question: How could I do this discreetly?
I wasn't ashamed of my newfound interest in male-male sex, but I didn't want to be too public about it, either. The world is more friendly to gays than it used to be, and rightly so, but the haters can still make life difficult for them.
Some people would say, 'Fuck it, be out and proud,' and I can't say they're wrong. But it wasn't right for me, at least not then.
In any case I got involved with that woman I met at the mixer, who lived in the other wing of my dorm. It wasn't much of a romantic situation -- we were in reality mostly fuck buddies -- but it did keep my mind off men for the time being.
Not completely, though. I had added gay videos to my usual diet of straight porn, and these turned me on just as much as the straight stuff.
One thing I noticed about the men in gay videos is that many of them are shaved all over.
I wasn't totally unfamiliar with this. I had been on the swim team in high school, and like a lot of male swimmers shaved my body hair. A couple guys I knew shaved their pubes as well, as I knew from seeing them in the locker room, but I had never done so.
But after seeing those videos, I decided I liked the look. I read up on manscaping and got the razor and lotions needed to do the job right. And while I nicked myself in a couple places the first time, but after a week or so I got the hang of it.
I loved the smooth feel of my cock and balls, especially when I soaped everything up in the shower, and of course when I jacked off. It turned out my female friend liked it, too, which was an added bonus.
I also noticed that I drew lingering glances from other guys in the locker room at the campus gym, where I swam laps three or four times a week. That was promising, I thought.
One guy in particular definitely noticed.
I had met Luis about two weeks into the semester. He was swimming laps in the lane next to mine, and when we finished about the same time he said hi. We started chatting, and I found out that, like me, he had swum for his high school team but wasn't good enough to swim at the college level.
It turned out that our lockers were close together that day, so we kept chatting while we undressed, showered, and changed into street clothes.
I discreetly checked out his junk, of course, and was more than a little impressed. His cock was about the same length as mine, but thicker and beautifully shaped, and he had big, low-hanging balls. I noticed him checking me out, too.
It turned out that our workout schedules nearly coincided, so I saw Luis fairly often and we got to be friendly. He mentioned a girlfriend once or twice, but I eventually learned she was going to school somewhere else. I figured he must be as horny as I was.
After that glimpse of his cock the first day I was discreet about checking him out, but he wasn't as careful. I got the idea he was regularly scoping me out, and after a while I couldn't resist giving him a bit of a show.
I would stand naked in front of him while we talked, not bothering to cover myself with a towel, and would often catch him glancing down at my dick. One time in the shower I made a point of washing my cock and balls slowly and methodically when I thought he might be watching. When I looked up he turned quickly away, and it was clear he had been getting an erection.
My suspicions were confirmed the first time I ran into him after I shaved my pubes.
He had finished his laps a little before me, and when I came into the locker room from the pool he was standing in front of his locker, a towel wrapped around his waist.
When I took my suit off he blurted, "Dude, you shaved!"
He immediately turned red, realizing he'd as much as told me he'd been looking at my cock often enough to see I'd started shaving.
I felt a tingle of excitement.
Now's my chance.
I ran a hand over the smooth skin of my balls and gave my cock a brief tug.
"Yeah, I thought I'd see how it looks," I said. "What do you think?"
Luis could only stammer.
"I....um...well...."
After a moment, though, he glanced over his shoulder, as if making sure no one was close enough to hear. Then he said, in a shaky voice, "I think it looks great."
Then he dropped his towel.
Naturally this drew my eyes to his cock, which had begun to stiffen.
"How do you think I would look shaved?" he asked, his voice still shaky.
My own voice shook as I said, "I think you should try it."
Then I added, on an impulse, "I have a razor and other stuff."
Another pause.
"I could help you."
We looked at each other for a long moment.
"I'd like that," he finally said.
I looked down at his cock again.
He was almost totally hard now.
So was I.
There was another pause before Luis bent down, picked up his towel and laid it on the bench. Then he reached into his locker, pulled out his underwear and put them on.
His hard cock made a significant bulge in the front.
"Are you busy now?" he asked without looking at me.
"No," I said. "Wait....dammit...yes, I gotta drop off a paper at my history prof's office. It's due at 4."
He looked disappointed.
"It won't take long," I said. "Meet me in my room at 4:30?"
"Okay," he said. His voice was calmer now.
We finished getting dressed.
