periodically touch a part of each other’s bodies that drew our interest. I was thrilled with Bill’s fine looking ass, which looked more inviting as it glistened in the shower's mist. Seeing as the building was deserted on a Friday night, we took a chance (lost control is more like it) and closed to embrace once more, only this time we kissed. Our first kiss was a surprise to us both and we liked it and wanted more!

Quickly stepping out of the shower and drying off we made our way back to our rooms. Once we were behind closed doors we became two lust starved young healthy males. I can honestly say that I never had any inklings of being desirous of another man, and to this day I cannot find any trace of this in my growing up but I just couldn't get enough of Bill. We stood there in our room locked in a passionate embrace just kissing and caressing each other’s bodies. After nibbling on Bill 's neck and feeling his hands cupping my ass I became aware of a wet lump pushing my stomach! God it was Bill's cock, and it felt so hot, thick, and long (mine is average 5.5" uncut-at the time and more thick than average). I grasped it in my hand and, slowly walked Bill to the bed and I guess Bill liked my ass, as he wouldn’t let go of it.

We settled on the bed in a face-to-face position. Bill quickly started kissing my face, my ears, my neck, and started to work his way down my hard stomach. As he inched his way down he kept muttering, "Oh god I didn't want this to happen!"

Finally after saying that three times his mouth was even to the head of my cock. He seemed fascinated by my uncut cock's foreskin. He then firmly grasped my cock and slid back the hood. The head of my cock had so much precum that it was foamy, which he slowly tasted and then said, “Shit - fuck it!” and gulped me down! Now we really hadn’t had very much sex up till then so under Bill’s beautiful mouthing on my cock I discharged a huge load. Bill slightly gagged but then hungrily swallowed all of it!

What happened next was very bizarre, he crawled back up a little and put his head on my stomach and started to softly cry! I just stroked him and said, “Bill baby, what’s the matter?” He continued crying for a few minutes more then stopped, sat up, threw his towel around his body, and headed back to the latrine. I picked up a towel and tried to follow him but by the time I caught up with him he had locked himself in a stall. Just then four guys from the off going shift entered to shower so I went back to our room. I had wanted to wait up for him but eventually I fell sleep. When I woke up it was daylight the next morning. I rolled over to talk to Bill but his bed was empty. Needless to say I was worried, angry, and confused.

I didn't see Bill until around 7:30 that evening. Once we were both back in our room I asked Bill what I had done wrong? He didn't say a word just started crying again. Now I was getting pissed; and said, “Damn it Bill, tell me what's wrong!”

He sobbed a little longer and then said, “Mike, I