I love biology class. I guess that makes me sound kinda nerdy but trust me, I have a great reason. Now I don’t consider myself a great intellect but I’ve never had any trouble getting through first my high school and now college classes with fairly impressive grades. This has in the past gotten me into trouble with other kids but shortly after my first year in high school I shot up half a foot and bulked out so no one really messed with me. Then half way through high school I started working for my dad on the weekends. He’s a contractor and its fairly hard work but it really got my body into good shape and by the end of that year I had dates lined up every Friday and Saturday night. It also helped that I was making really good money and could afford to take girls out every weekend. I went on them and even hooked up with several of the girls but I never really enjoyed it but the popularity was nice.

I didn’t know then what was going on until I joined the football team and got a good look at my teammates in the showers. Their toned bodies, the hot water, the white suds turning brown from the mud, and their swinging dicks always got me going. I never came out to anyone but I knew then I was gay. I still went out with girls and didn’t stop hooking up with some of them for appearances’ sake, but I don’t think I ever orgasmed with a girl after that. I did hook up with guys though; turns out there were a lot of guys who were in the closet at that time and it didn’t take me long to get an equally impressive roster of guys as I did girls.

Sadly all good things must come to an end. I got a full ride to the state school from part football, part academic, and part of it was I had to move out of the house and into a dorm. Luckily with my full ride and saved money from working with my dad, I was able to pay for my own room and all the amenities I could want. Couch, nice TV, big fridge, and new clothes (because who wants to go to college in high school clothes?). It was a nice set up and I had a pretty decent view from my window as well.

Classes started and it was clear I was going to be bored as hell that semester. English comp, history, literature, biology, and something they called Freshmen Experience. In that class all we did was sit in a room for an hour a week and learn about being a college student and how this college is our friend and how we shouldn’t party but do our school work, etc. etc. I sat next to this hunk of a guy named Brian in that class so I really didn’t pay much attention. Tight muscular body, short brown hair, tan skin, brown eyes and he always wore shirts that were too tight for his