The only guy who I’d had sexual encounters with had left to grad school and I was left without someone to have sex with. I wast really in a look for a sexual partner or anything because I was too paranoid that someone would find out that I was gay and that that person would announce it to the entire world.
The new school was about to start and I was just looking forward to hanging out with my friends again. During the first week of school I arranged to meet a good girl friend of mine at a hookah bar to talk about how our summer went. When we met up at the hookah bar, I realized that she brought one of her friends along, Austin. I knew who Austin was since freshman year. Have in mind that we were starting our Junior year so I knew a thing or two about this guy. I didn’t know if he was gay, bi or straight but there was something that really intrigued me about him. He was a really smart guy, top of the class. He always took tough courses and he was majoring in philosophy. He had a very extensive vocabulary and the way he talked was very smoothly.
I didn’t think much of him other than just being a good friend of my friend. That night was very relaxing. We talked about many topics including school, traveling, music, art and how our summers went. It was a very chill time. During our talk, I found out that he had a book that I needed for one of the courses that I was taking the upcoming semester so he said he would lend it to me.
We headed back to school and we all went our own ways. For about a week I kept bumping into him and he always kept forgetting to carry his book with him to give it to me. Whenever I’d see him we would talk about any random thing and we would share a smoke or two. By the end of that week I was beginning to actually need the book so I decided to text him to retrieve it. We both lived on campus but in a different building so he said that he would bring it over to my building.
I met him in the lobby and he gave me my book. He asked me what I was doing and I told him I was watching a movie. He asked what movie it was. I told him it was “Shutter Island.” He then went off on how he loved the movie. He kept talking and talking about it and at the end he said that he hadn’t seen it since he saw it in the theaters. I invited him to come watch it with me not expecting anything out of it.
We walked up to my room and when I walked in I set up a chair near the TV for him and I jumped and sat on my bed. He walked right pass the chair and also sat on my bed. I began to suspect he was wanting to do something. I started the movie over so that we could watch it from the beginning. About 10 minutes into the movie he began to lean closer to me. He began to do twirls with his finger on my bed. I knew it was coming. A short while after, he grabbed my hand. We exchanged a few words about the movie while our fingers were interlocked. I kept thinking about my childhood and how when we were young we would get all read when someone did what we were doing. At that point, I knew he wanted a kiss.
I leaned over and rested my head on his chest. I truly could feel his heart beating really fast. I then looked up at him and asked him if he was nervous. He didn’t say anything and simply leaned down and kissed me. After kissing for about 20 seconds he said, “I’m not nervous anymore.” We continued to kiss and I began to feel horny. I hadn’t had sex for a while and I was really wanting to have sex. He got on top of me as he continued to kiss me. As his body touched mine, I felt his penis was hard. I decided to cup him with my hand to encourage us having sex but he quickly stopped me.
"I want to take things slowly," he said. At that point I knew I wasn’t going to get any that night. We continued to kiss for a while longer and then we stopped. The movie continued to play but we began to talk about us being gay. He told me his story and I told him mine. We would kiss randomly through the movie and once it was over we went on a kissing session. Again I felt his penis getting hard on me and that turned me on a lot. I made sure he knew I was hard and I began rubbing my hard dick on him. He began to faintly moan as he continued to kiss me. He still was stopping me from touching his dick with my hands. I truly didn’t understand. We kissed for a while longer until we decided to stop. He said he had to go back to his room for the night so we said goodbye. From that point forward I set my goal to be to get in his pants, and after trying hard enough I was able to accomplish it. (To be continued)