I am a thirty eight year old father of three wonderful children. I have been married to the same woman for the last twelve years and I am quite happy and content, thanks to the lingering effects of an experience I had almost twenty years ago with my college roommate. Gary was smart, handsome, funny, likable and carefree. He was also my lover for four years.
The first time I saw Gary was during the orientation week for incoming freshmen. We were at the indoor pool, where suits were optional during men’s hours, and only about half the guys chose to wear them. Gary was naked. He was poised to dive off the diving board, his toes curled over the edge of the board. He was a splendid male specimen— lean, athletic, tanned and handsome.
At the end of the week, roommate assignments were posted and Gary and I became roomies. We became good friends fast. We double dated several times, and twice during our freshman year I returned to our room to find Gary in bed with a girl. I simply backed out quietly.
One hot day in the spring, I came back to the room and discovered Gary in bed with a guy that I had seen around the campus several times. Wearing only a T shirt, the guy was on Gary’s lower bunk. Between his thighs was Gary, kneeling as he performed a blowjob. I was thunderstruck. I watched for several seconds until they both had noticed me. I backed out of the door and went for a long walk that afternoon. Later, I bunked on the couch at a friend’s room, distraught by what I had witnessed.
I didn’t see Gary until late the next day after classes. I didn’t know what to say to him, so I said nothing. I was disappointed and disillusioned. Tension hung in the air as thick as fog. Finally, he spoke up and we wound up getting into a heated argument. I said some unfortunate things and called him some names that would have usually prompted a fight.
For several days we coexisted in stony silence. I certainly felt very different when I went to sleep and when I undressed or changed clothes when he was about.
I worked part time as a busboy in a restaurant several miles out of town. One Friday night I worked until closing, leaving around one in the morning. In a drenching rain and sleet storm, I had driven about two miles when my old clunker simply died. I couldn’t get it restarted, and there was no traffic on the road to get a lift. Soaked to the bone, I walked back to the restaurant to make a call, only to find that everyone had left and the place was locked. I walked back to the car, half frozen and out of luck.
A while passed before a car approached. It went down about fifty yards, then U turned back to pull up behind me. The driver came to my door. It was Gary. He knew I was long overdue and had come looking for me. His car was a little better than mine, but his heater didn’t work. I shivered all the way back to the campus. We had two long blocks to walk from the parking lot to our dorm.
Back at the dorm, he turned on the hot shower and helped me out of my wet clothes. I showered while he made hot chocolate on his hotplate. As I dried off with a towel, Gary gave me his terry cloth robe to put on. I hiked myself up on the top bunk with my legs dangling down, and accepted the cup of hot chocolate. I apologized for the things I had said and told him that I really appreciated his concern in looking for me that night.
He stepped near the bed, spread my knees and undid the belt on the robe. I didn’t know how to react. He slid the robe off my shoulders and I sat there naked and expectant. He planted a string of wet kisses up each thigh and I found myself getting hard. He gently grasped the base of my cock and kissed the tip of my bare cockhead.
Then he looked up at me and said, “You can thank me like this. Want more?” I nodded. He proceeded to suck me, pumping my cock between his lips until I came in his mouth. He swallowed, never letting up. Several minutes after coming, I was still hard and in his mouth. He fondled my balls and licked up and down my shaft and around the groove of my cockhead. About twenty more minutes of this made me come in his mouth again.
The next morning I awoke naked on top of the covers. Gary, wearing only jeans and a sweater, sat in a chair watching me. I felt sheepish and self conscious. He sensed this. He pitched a pillow at me and said, “What are you uptight about? I’m the one that gave the blowjob!”
I chuckled and got up, prancing across the room naked as I went to my dresser. I pulled on some briefs, jeans and a sweatshirt. He persuaded me to go down to the dining hall with him barefoot. Somehow, it felt slightly naughty, slightly sexy. We ate and returned to our room. I took a shower and, while doing so, thought long and hard about what had transpired between us. As I stood in the bath drying off, he entered, undid his towel and stepped in the shower stall. I couldn’t help admiring his flawless body.
It was a Saturday morning and we had no classes to attend. Sensing that this was going to be a day of discovery, I blow dried my hair and— debating whether or not to dress — decided to just pull on a pair of briefs. Gary emerged from the bath with his towel over his shoulder. He had always been unabashed about nudity, and had the good looks to warrant it. He dried his hair, made his bed and plunked down on the couch naked with his feet propped on the coffee table. With his legs crossed, his hairless scrotum and flaccid, cut cock made a neat, appealing sight in his lap. His belly, chest and legs were smooth and tanned, and his pubic hair was scant. With his fingers interlocked behind his head, he looked like the boyish, handsome Adonis.
“Can we talk some?” he said. I sat down at the other end of the couch. He bent his knees and parted his legs, hooking his toes on the edge of the coffee table. His cock and balls hung suspended. I noted that even his perfect, tanned toes were handsome. “A few days ago,” he said, “you discovered something about me and you instantly changed your whole view of me. Suddenly I was that worst of all things, a cocksucker. Now, I’ve even sucked your cock. Do you still think so badly about me?”
I was in a quandary, but most definitely the answer was “no.”
“You’ve fucked girls, right?” I nodded. “I know you’ve been sucked off— at least by a guy, but I bet you’ve never sucked a cock yourself, or thought about it, right?” I affirmed that I never had, that I’d thought about it, and that I never wanted to.
“Well, I’ve fucked girls and I love it. And now and then I like to fuck and suck a guy, and I love that, too. I think both are just great. Putting your cock in a pussy is great. Putting your cock in a guy’s mouth or his tight ass is great. And so is having a cock in your mouth. Once you do it, you’ll want to do it again. Maybe not always, but you’ll want some dick from the right guy now and then, and you’ll enjoy it, I swear.”
I sat there silent, not quite buying what he had said. He continued, “If guys were more confident, they could have three or four times as much sex and have better, stronger relationships with both guys and girls. Most of them have poor self images.”
“What do you mean by that?” I asked.
“Well, look at you,” Gary said. “You are good looking and trim, but you are too shy to sit here naked like me.”
I stood up, pulled off my briefs and tossed them aside. Then I sat back down beside him. “Okay, now we’re on even terms,” I said.
“That’s better,” Gary said. “Are you self conscious because I sucked you off? Do you think less of me than you did the other day when you came upon me and that fellow?”
“No,” I answered. “I apologize. Right now I have a head full of mixed feelings. I appreciate what you did for me last night when you came to my rescue, and I really loved what you did to me last night.”
“Loved it enough that you’d like it again?”
“Probably,” I said.
“Do you have the courage to say, ‘Gary, I want you to suck my cock?’ Can you say that? Can you?”
“Do you want me to say that?”
“Yes,” he said, “I want you to say that to me, but now I know you are too uncomfortable to say it.”
“So what do you suggest?” I asked.
Gary got up, pulled his blanket off his bunk and spread it on the floor. From his dresser he got a bottle of lotion. “Lie down,” he said. “We need to ease some tensions.” He knelt beside me and began a massage, from head to toe. He finished with me lying on my back, fully massaged except for my genitals. I was semi firm, and my cock lay across my belly. I wasn’t the least bit self conscious. “Anything else you want massaged?” he asked.
“What do you think?” I said with a grin.
“Well, show me. On me, go ahead. Show me what you’d like.”
I had him lie on his back. I poured some lotion into my hand and hesitantly grasped his cock. He was somewhat firm, and grew hard very rapidly as I massaged his cock and balls. It was familiar, yet somehow alien, too. As I ran my fingers around the groove of his cockhead, and back and forth on his shaft, I said, “I’d like you to do this.”
He raised up on one elbow, took me in his mouth as I knelt there and did with his tongue what I had showed him with my fingers. I continued to massage his dick. I came quickly. He swallowed and kept on sucking me. Soon he came in my hand, his come dripping on his flat belly.
We spent several mellow minutes talking, and then showered together. We spent the day naked, save for when we went to lunch and dinner. I mustered the courage to say, “Gary, I want you to suck my cock!” I said it that day and many, many times thereafter. It took about a week for my hand jobs on him to evolve into blowjobs. From there on, it was a rare day that we didn’t suck each other.
We continued to date girls in fact, both of us wound up going steady with girls, getting regular pussy while we continued to have sex together as well. A couple of times we had threesomes.
Today Gary is married. We get together with our wives for dinner about twice a month. Every now and then Gary and I get together and enjoy an evening or afternoon of oral sex just as we used to. He was so right when he said all I needed was “Some cock from the right guy now and then.”
— B.M., East Lansing, Michigan
