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When I was a college freshman, I got to be friends with a guy down the hall who came from a place near my hometown. Although it was a big state school, it turned out we had one late-afternoon class together, and about the third week we started going out afterward for beers before heading back to the dorm. Dan and I didn?t have a lot in common -- he had been a pretty good athlete in high school, I was more the studious type; he was religious as a kid, I never set foot in a churchl -- but we always found plenty to talk about. We both loved the outdoors, and we both liked to play cards while listening to baseball games on the radio.* We also discovered, one beer-sodden night about halfway through the semester, that neither of us were particularly experienced where sex was concerned. We were not virgins -- I had had sex several times with a high school girlfriend, he had had three or four one-night stands -- but we both admitted we were both mystified by women -- as what guy isn?t? Dan was a good-looking guy: blond hair that never looked quite combed, green eyes, skin that always looked a little sunburned on his face and arms; medium height, slim and fit in a loose, rangy kind of way. I noticed that girls often gave him the once-over, looks he never seemed aware of.* One night at a party I was talking to a hot-looking girl -- and failing, I could tell, to arouse her interest in me -- when she spotted Dan across the room in deep conversation with a friend of hers. She took a long drink of her wine, turned to me and said, ?Poor Dan. He?s gay and doesn?t know it yet.?* ?Wha?? I sputtered. ?Dan? Are you kidding? What makes you say that?? ?Oh,? she said, tossing her hair, ?you can just tell. His mouth is saying, ?Go to bed with me,? but his body is saying, ?It makes no difference if you say no.? ? I looked at him. Damned if I could see what she was talking about. ?I don?t think so,? I said. ?I mean, I don?t know him really well, but we hang out some, and he seems like a normal straight guy to me.?* She looked at me, her eyes narrowing. After a pause she said, ?Then maybe you are, too.? I laughed, a little nervously. ?Well, if I was, I think I?d know it.? ?Maybe you would,? she said, putting down her glass. ?And maybe you wouldn?t.? She walked over to where Dan and the other girl were standing, said something to her friend, who picked up her purse isvecbahis (https://isvecbahis.life/) and got ready to leave. Dan watched them go, his face showing no expression. He looked around, saw me looking at him and smiled. ?Yo!? he said. ?Let?s get another beer.? We got several, as it turned out, and it was a long, stumbling, hilarious walk back to the dorm. I poured him into bed about 3 a.m., and when it became clear that he wasn?t going to be able to do so on his own, took off his shoes and pants. Of course I thought about what the girl had said when I unbuckled his belt and slipped off his jeans, but he barely seemed to register what was going on and I didn?t feel too self-conscious about it. Once I got back to my own room, though, I couldn?t stop thinking about it, drunk as I was. I stripped and got into bed and, as I do most nights, started tugging at my dick. But the thoughts that came to mind were not the usual ones of my old girlfriend?s big round tits and the way she?d rub my cock against her clit before slipping it in. I kept thinking instead of Dan in his underwear, and imagining what might be underneath. ?Shit,? I thought, trying to drive the thought from my mind. ?This is so wrong.? But every time I tried to picture tits and nipples, the image would give way to a that of a cock. I didn?t know what Dan?s cock really looked like, but the brief glimpse of him in his briefs was enough to suggest it was probably a pretty big one. And since the only cock I knew well was my own, and mine is pretty big, as I stroked myself I imagined I was stroking him. A part of my mind fought to suppress the thoughts I was having, but my dick had a mind of its own, and I realized I was harder than I could remember ever being; painfully hard, with precum leaking from my cock in a way it never had. In the dim light coming from outside the window I could see how dark and swollen the head was, and then I realized I was moaning pretty loud. Clamping my lips shut I gave my cock a few final strokes that sent a jet of cum spurting over my chest clear to my chin. Three more spurts followed, leaving half a dozen pools on my chest and stomach. Normally after I jack off I wipe off quickly, but not this time. My cock was still throbbing, my breathing was still heavy, and suddenly without thinking I scooped up the largest pool of cum and wiped it across my mouth. I had never tasted my cum isveçbahis giriş (https://isvecbahis.life/) before -- the thought of trying it had always disgusted me -- but now I had to know. I Iicked my lips, tasting salt, and something musky, and I wanted more. I scooped another pool of cum off my chest and thrust two fingers in my mouth. I sucked on them, imagining they were Dan?s cock, and next thing I know I was stroking myself again and in what seemed like seconds I came a second time. ?Good Lord,? I said aloud. ?What the fuck am I doing??* My thoughts were in a whirl. Never mind Dan, I thought, maybe I?m the one that?s gay. This was a possibility I couldn?t deal with, and I spent several minutes in something close to agony. I?m straight, I told myself, always have been, always will be. I had nothing against gays, but I was pretty sure I didn?t want to be one. I couldn?t have enjoyed sex with my girlfriend so much if I was gay, could I? I tried to picture my old girlfriend?s beautiful body, but soon her tits flattened to nothing and a big throbbing cock sprouted where her pussy should be. I don?t know how long this went on, but at some point the beer took over and I fell into a restless sleep. I woke an hour or so later with a need-to-pee boner and struggled out of bed to the bathroom. I had to wait several minutes for my hard-on to come down enough to pee, and as soon as I flushed I started getting hard again. I stalked back to the bed, cock in hand, threw myself on my back and jacked off again, images of a naked Dan floating through my mind. To my surprise it was another big cum, and I rubbed every bit of it into my chest. What on earth is happening to me? Next morning I woke, hung over of course, and encrusted with dried cum. I turned the shower on as hot as I could stand it, and stood there a long time letting the water wash over me. I finally toweled off, skipped shaving and went back to bed, making sure to avoid the damp spots on the sheet. It was Saturday, so I stayed in bed most of the morning. At one point I heard a knock at the door, then another, then Dan?s voice. ?Tom,? he said. ?You in there?? He knocked once more, but I kept quiet and he went away. I spent the next hour arguing with myself. Was I attracted to Dan? At first I scoffed at the notion, but after thinking about it realized I couldn?t dismiss it. He was a good-looking guy, no doubt isveçbahis yeni giriş (https://isvecbahis.life/) about that. I liked him, sure. He was a nice guy, so why shouldn?t I? But did I like him in a different way than I liked other guys? Or girls, for that matter? I thought so hard so long I finally started to get a headache. I got dressed and, realizing how hungry I was, went down to the cafeteria for a late lunch. When I came back upstairs Dan was just walking away from my door. When he saw me he smiled, a little sheepishly, and said, ?Hey, some night, eh? I?m still hung over. I remember walking home with you but nothing after that. I woke up in my underwear. I?m pretty sure I didn?t walk home in my underwear, so.....? ?Um, yeah,? I said. ?I put you to bed.? ?Oh,? he said, a little embarrassed. ?Sorry you had to do that.? ?It?s OK,? I said. A brief silence followed. ?Well, I gotta go,? I said. He looked puzzled. ?I got some studying to do.?* ?C?mon, it?s Saturday,? he said, smiling now. ?Time to chill!?* ?Later,? I said. ?See you.? I opened my room door, went in and closed it behind me, but not before seeing the slightly hurt look on his face. What that might signify I didn?t want to know and didn?t want to try figuring out. All I knew was that I need a little space, a little time not to think -- about him, anyway. Ten minutes later I slipped out of my room and went to the library. I kept my nose in the books all afternoon though it was a beautiful late-fall day and most people were outside enjoying it. About 6 I left for the dorm, went straight to the cafeteria and got some dinner. When I was halfway through I sensed someone standing near and looked up. It was Dan. ?Hey,? he said. ?Can I sit??*?Sure,? I said. ?Free country.?* He put his tray down and sat. ?Something wrong?? he asked.* ?No,? I said. ?Yes,? he said. ?What is it?? I looked at the glop on my plate. ?Nothing,? I said. He didn?t believe me, I could tell, but he let it go. ?Hey, a bunch of us are going to a party off-campus tonight. Wanna go??* I started to say no, but by this time I was tired of being a grump and said, ?Sure, why not?? He smiled, said, ?I?ll pick you up at 9.? The party turned out to be a drag, but something totally unexpected happened: two girls picked us up. Mine was a slightly plump, curvy thing with long dark hair; Dan?s was a tall, willowy blonde. We went back to their apartment and, after a couple glasses of wine and two joints, paired off into separate bedrooms.* I had a rollicking good time with my girl, who just loved sucking my dick and practically screamed when I finally put it in her.