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The following is a true account of events that occurred in the fall of 1961 at a large southern University. In spite of the time that has passed my recollection is as clear as if they happened yesterday.

I went off to college that fall at age seventeen accompanied by a high school acquaintance with which I planned to share a dormitory room. Although not well acquainted we requested the room assignment feeling more comfortable with a hometown person while facing a new and somewhat intimidating situation.

We immediately became fast friends and kept constant company with each other. Part of the reason was shared interests but also there were very few coeds, all of whom were upper classmen (PC-classwomen) and uninterested in freshmen.

Our end of week Saturday night recreation consisted of dinner at a town restaurant (welcome relief from the school cafeteria), taking in a 'flick' at one of the two local theaters followed by tall 'Buds' at fifty cents each in a smoky basement tavern until it closed. We then meandered unsteadily across the dark campus to our room.

That fall was unusually warm and our antebellum dorm was not air-conditioned. We arrived back late one Saturday night inebriated and perspiring heavily. We decided to cool off with a shower before turning in. The bathroom and shower were communal for the entire floor with multiple commodes, sinks, and a large tiled shower room with eight shower heads.

I took off my clothes, wrapped a towel around my waist, put on flip-flops, and crossed the hall to the bathroom and entered the shower room. At that time of night there was no one else there. I turned on the water and was soaping up when my friend stepped in and took the shower head immediately adjacent to me. That seemed curious since the shower room was large and there were only the two of us.

We showered and chatted and at one point he dropped his soap bar and on bending to retrieve it his buttocks brushed my thigh. Knowing next to nothing in those days about homosexuality I recall a vague feeling of unease but not knowing why. This feeling worsened when my friend seemed to deliberately face me while rinsing his hair with his eyes closed. I glanced down to his pubic area and realized he had a partial erection. I hurried my shower and although the shower had a dry off area I stepped out to the bathroom to towel off out of his line of vision.

I went immediately to our room, dropped my towel on the floor, and climbed into bed with only a sheet over me. I have often wondered what Freud would have said. Was my nakedness solely in deference to the oppressive heat? I pretended to sleep but heard my friend enter the room a bit later, heard the door lock, the light went out, and then squeaking of old fashioned bed springs under his cotton mattress as he settled into bed.

I fell off to a deep sleep aided by the alcohol. Sometime later I felt a wet warm swirling sensation in my pubic area. It seemed to take forever to awaken enough to integrate my senses and realize what was happening. When I finally got oriented I was supine without any cover in our darkened room. The outline of a head back lighted by the quadrangle lights shinning on the shade covered windows was visible at my waist level. Oddly my first thought was why were the shades down on such a hot night?

Realization that the head belonged to my friend and he was kneeling in the dark by my bed with my very erect cock deep in his mouth came to me like an electrical shock. My brain was having difficulty comprehending. I could see his head move and with each movement his mouth and tongue slowly and deliberately and firmly stroked the entire length of my cock. I was frightened. I started to push him away but I was frozen with the shock. It is hard to believe but my thought was that I didn't want to hurt my good friend by pushing him away and indicting how repugnant I found what he was doing to me.

He had to know I would wake and I wonder where he got the courage to risk my rejecting him. Instead I did nothing. I lay perfectly still and soon against my strongest will I begin to enjoy the delicious pleasure building in my cock and testicles.

In high school I had experienced sex with several girls of the urgent furtive back-seat variety but no one had ever taken my cock into their mouth and given me this special attention with its almost unbearable pleasure.

I know I must have started leaking precum into his mouth and I suspect that increased his excitement knowing the effect he was having. He increased the tempo of his activity. I tried so hard not to move but as the pressure in my genitals built I had to raise my hips to meet the onslaught of his attack on my cock. As I began to move he cupped my tightly drawn up scrotum in one hand and gently began to massage my testicles.

I tried desperately to withhold my orgasm and be allowed to continue enjoying the intense pleasure but my friend increased his pace and I redlined and arched up exploding violently with a huge volume of cum which my friend eagerly swallowed. He cleaned me thoroughly with his tongue and with neither of us saying a word he went back to his own bed. As I fell back to sleep I could here the creak of his bed springs as he masturbated.

The following morning we acted as if absolutely nothing had happened. Nothing about the night's activity was mentioned. We talked and went about our Sunday routine as usual. First an enormous breakfast in town and then cover to cover reading of the NY Times on a bench under an ancient campus landmark tree.

The week passed in routine with the elephant in the room completely ignored. Saturday came and we did our routine except I consciously drank less beer in an effort to avoid the previous week's conclusion. But as the evening wore on and we drank and chatted I felt my seventeen year old sexual urges (untreated even with masturbation for a whole week) begin to erode my good intentions. Long before closing time I suggested that I needed to be fresh for a long study session on Sunday for a Monday test and that we should turn in early.

He agreed and we returned to our room, he to the shower which I declined, and I stripped and got directly into bed. I pretended to sleep and my roommate quietly got into his bed. I lay on my back wide awake with a raging hard on so intensely aroused I could feel the wetness of precum on my cock head. I was both fearing and hoping my friend would help me get relief. I need not have worried for he soon crossed over to my side of the room. I could see his body outline and his cock clearly had the same problem as mine.

This time he knew I wanted it and he put down his pillow for his knees and pulled my sheet off making no effort to be subtle. He fondled my cock and began to stoke it with both hands. I groaned with pleasure. He asked if he was hurting me and did I want him to stop. I quickly replied no to both questions. He said we should get my mattress down on the floor so we could be more comfortable and the squeaking springs would not give us away. We were soon sitting face to face on the mattress. He took my hand and put it on his throbbing member and we both jacked each other.

He soon stopped us and leaned almost to my ear and told me he had always felt sexually for men but I was the first person he had actually done anything with. He said I need you to do something for me. I need you to penetrate my anus with your cock and fuck me. If you can be both repulsed and excited at the same time then I was. He went to his desk and came back with a jar of petroleum jelly and proceeded to anoint my super hard cock with a liberal amount. He then lay face down with both our pillows under his hips to raise his ass invitingly in the air and hoarsely said 'fuck me'!

I could not refuse my friend anything. In the poor light he assisted me in getting my mushroom against his tight rosebud anus and pleaded with me to push hard. I was afraid I would hurt him but the urgency in his voice and the now exquisite tightness on my cockhead as it passed into the anal ring of muscles made me forget any concern about hurting him. He gave out a low moan as my large mushroom passed into his less constricting rectum. It was good that I got in quickly because the tightness of his anus was bringing me close to orgasm and I would have been no good for anyone.

I slowly advanced my large cock all the way in. He moaned again as the head passed over his prostate deep in his ass. I became quite excited and begin to pump him vigorously, massaging firmly with my big cockhead his prostate with each stroke. As sexually excited as I was I knew I would not last long at this tempo. He exploded first and I was surprised he came to orgasm with just prostate stimulation.

His orgasm brought with it a strong contraction of his anal muscles and as they clamped my cock I exploded filling his ass with a week's worth of cum. We fell asleep and in the morning, hearing activity in the hall outside our room, we quickly put the mattress back and dressed. That very night I insisted on a rear entry for me and learned the joy of a prostate orgasm.

Through out the remainder of the semester we experimented nightly with sexual activities with a frequency that only teenagers can manage. During the last week or two my friend's sexual desires cooled somewhat and he told me he had fallen in love with an older man, a gay high school teacher, and they were moving to San Francisco where they might better fit into the landscape.

I moved to an off campus rooming house, brought my car to school, and resumed dating at the numerous girl schools in the area. Eventually I married my and have four grown children. That semester was my only experience with the gay life but it demonstrated to me that all heterosexuals are perhaps just the 'right circumstances' away from fucking a same sex friend.