My first homosexual experiences
Moving back onto campus brought a sense of sadness mixed with joy
to my heart. I would be graduating at the end of this year after spending
three years there. It was at this school that I’d had my first homosexual
experiences. It was here that I’d felt the most alive. It was here that
I’d found love and acceptance.
The fact that I would leave this place at year’s end was a time I
both looked forward to - the end of school - and dreaded - all those cute
guys I would miss.
I was moving back into an all-male dorm where I had lived the
previous three years. There were lots of good memories here: sex in the
showers in the middle of the night, the whip cream adventure in Reid
Jacob’s room, and of course, my first time.
As I was moving in on the sweltering first day of check-ins, I ran
into Bryan Thompson. He was a sophomore I had befriended last year. He
was extremely attractive, but unfortunately for him, straight. (The
things I could teach that man!)