Author: Lustfultwink Published: 1/20/2006 story views: 37032
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Since this is my first time writing down my own experiences, I thought it would only be proper that I start out with my first sexual experience.
Deep down I always knew I was gay, but I had never had much courage to do anything about it. In high school, I always kept busy with activities. I would always tell my parents and friends that wondered why I was single that I was “too busy to have a girlfriend.” It wasn’t until I got to college that I met Richard and had my first experience.
From the first moment I saw him I lusted after him. I still remember how his messy blonde hair would carelessly fall across his face and how he would brush it aside with his long skinny fingers. He took my breath away in spite of how nervous I was. It was my first night at the dorm and he was the resident advisor. As I sat on the floor of our dorm lobby surrounded by other freshmen boys all I could think of was how good looking he was and how different he seemed from the guys around me. He was only a junior and probably only two years older than me, but he seemed so mature. As he read over the rules and guidelines I only heard half of it, all I could think of was how to get his attention. A couple of times I thought he smiled at me, but I would always quickly look away, too shy to return his friendliness.
Over the next couple of weeks I tried my best to run into him. He was always very friendly, which made it easier for me to get to know him. Whenever he was in his room with the door open, I would always stop by to talk to him and pretty soon we became friends. Our exchanges were very flirtatious and I was surprised at how easily that came to me. I always had to make such an effort with girls, but with him it was natural. It was clear that we were both attracted to one another, but we were too scared to do anything about it.
Before I knew it the semester had flown by. Everyone was crazy with exams including myself. My calculus class was killing me and I was in risk of failing, which meant I would loose my academic scholarship. I was a ball of nerves and tension. On the morning of the exam, Richard stopped by my room to wish me well. I didn’t even notice him until he was standing next to me. I was at my desk working out some last minute equations when he put his hands on my shoulders and squeezed hard. His hands on my skin felt like heaven. He commented on how tense I was and continued massaging my neck.
He mentioned that he had discovered the best way to take a test was to go in with your mind clear and he knew just how to do it. I smiled and tried to push him away, but he insisted on it. I relented and asked him to show me the way he cleared his mind. I could tell by the grin on his face that he was up to no good. He pulled my desk chair around to face him and got down on his knees. My heart began to frantically pound in my chest. His hands