His hands were groping my crotch and mine went down the back of his pants (I’ve always been a butt man).
Before I really knew what was happening, our mouths met and our tongues were intertwined. We were in my bedroom studying with the door closed when his eye caught mine with a look I hadn’t seen from him before. Stan and I hit if off together and had studied together before but I had no expectations beyond that. Near the end of my freshman year, I invited a friend of mine over to the house to study for an upcoming final. I even made an A+ in freshman English by making my mouth and asshole available on a regular basis to the terminally dorky, but not unattractive, graduate teaching assistant. I met lots of new friends and various bathrooms around campus offered an inexhaustible supply of horny young men with hard bodies. It would have been nice to have a dorm room or apartment to take a guy for some horizontal sex. I had known forever that I was gay and I was certainly sexually active but living at home did limit my options. The only thing I missed about going away to college was the freedom and privacy that comes with distance. After high school I chose a college in town so that I could stay at home and help Dad. He was attentive and devoted until she died. My father became her chief caretaker and I was his assistant. She stayed there until she died eleven years later. When I was 12 my mother became ill and took to her bed.
