In college, the sexual identity thing got more confusing. After a pretty non-sexual first year I found myself with a second year roommate who was a farm boy with the body of a blond Adonis. He didn't know or act like anything but the naive farm boy he was, but he innocently strutted his stuff by spending most all of his time in little clothing.

His perfect V body shape and well-developed chest and back were major turn-on for me; and I was drawn to him to the point of distraction. We also became very close personal friends during this period, and I started to cross personal boundaries by touching and tickling him in ways that at first seemed innocent enough.

He would often be sitting at his desk reading when I would return from a class, and like as not, he would be wearing only his briefs or maybe walking shorts. I would walk into the room and see that broad back and blonde tousled hair and was irresistibly drawn to go up and touch him.

I started by just laying a hand on his shoulder...and it seemed electric. When I started a light massage of his shoulders he moaned lightly with pleasure...and I was in ecstasy. This continued off and on for weeks...but I clearly felt it had crossed a border, because I was careful to only do it in private, when no one else was around, and I was clearly getting sexually stimulated by these 'sessions'.

It got so that when I walked in on him studying like this I would walk up behind him and lightly draw my fingernails up his sides and across his back...and he would erupt in goose bumps and again moan with pleasure. I was in heaven...giving someone this obvious pleasure and it was extremely erotic for me as well. It finally got so I was comfortable doing this in front of others, though sometimes it drew strange looks. I would stand comfortably behind him and massage those broad shoulders and lightly tickle his sides, ever so gently letting my hands drop down the front of his shoulders to lightly brush his pecs (God, what pecs!) and occasionally brush a nipple. Though he never complained, he also never did anything to encourage the behavior, and seemed to take it all in stride as perfectly innocent.

As this continued through the year, it was clear (since I often had a clear view of his "package", nicely encased in white briefs) that he was somewhat turned on by this, and he turned to mush every time I touched him this way. Others who were witnesses also had reactions. Specifically, our third roomy saw this contact as extremely erotic, and came on to me strongly a few times when we were alone.

One time he decided to talk out the frustrations of needing sexual release, and he encouraged a joint jerk-off session. We tried it and I again found it extremely arousing, though I wasn't attracted to him in the slightest. He encouraged some further experimentation, including taking him into my mouth, which at the time I found very unsettling and didn't like. He and I did continue to be jerk-off buddies, however, virtually any time of the night or day when we could be alone together. My erotic choice remained with my farm boy though... and we continued our massage sessions regularly.