Going to college was scary, not like a horror movie of course, just the nerve racking fear of the unknown and unexplored. I had grown up in a very small, Midwestern homophobic hick town in the middle of nowhere. My graduating class didn't even break 50 students. I had worked hard in high school and earned good enough grades be accepted to a respectable university. Now that it was time to go it felt like jumping into a giant black pit.

After the goodbye, all college felt like at first was a summer camp with school involved. I see why I had been so petrified about leaving, but looking back I truly believe that it was the best thing I did. College was freedom.

I have always stuck out in a crowd, being how tall I am (6' 5"). Before you ask, I played some basketball but never really got into it. I wasn't much of a sports type. Not that I'm not athletic, I enjoy going to the gym and have a body to match. I have dark hair, high cheekbones, and green eyes.

I was the classic bi-curious individual. I had several girlfriends back in high school, but none of them were ever serious and I was unhappily still a virgin. (That was another apprehension I had going to college. All the stories you hear are of college just being one big fuckfest; and it is if that's what you want it to be. However, That was not me and that was not my college experience.) Getting back on subject, I knew I was attracted to girls but I was also attracted to guys. I remember even in middle school, the prepubescent me would peek around at the varsity athletes in amazement at their incredible physique and enormous members. Throughout all of my youth prior to college I was not able to express any of my gay side. Like I said, it was an incredibly homophobic school and I had enough do deal with.

College was an entirely different matter. I did not come out as gay, as I was only bisexual and did not at all identify with the classic gay culture. At the time I saw no benefit to it.

His name was Ben. He was in my physics lab that first semester. Ben was a Junior at the university. I was still a Freshman but did my best to hide it. He walked with a swagger that literally turned heads. Ben was, to put it mildly, hot. He was slightly shorter than I was, around 6’2”. He had short straight dark brown hair, deep hazel eyes, and a strong jawline. You could tell just by looking at him that he had a workout routine that he stuck to religiously. He always had a protein shake right after class. Ben always wore tight shirts that displayed his muscles in just the right way. He always kept a little stubble on his jaw, just the right amount and wore no cologne. He did not need to wear cologne. His natural musk was enough on its own.

I instantly had a crush on him. He was all I could think about, all I could jerk off to. It took awhile for him to rotate into my lab group, but when he did I was surprised to find out how smart he was. I was used to pulling all the weight in the projects, but Ben insisted on pulling his weight as well.

We became friends; it started out with us just walking from class together, Facebook friends, an occasional lunch together, but eventually we became gym buddies. He convinced me to start drinking protein and I taught him better form. We made a good team.

Up to this point I had not bought a gym locker, saw it as a waste of $40. Ben convinced me to buy the open one that was above his. Best $40 I ever spent. Ever since my high school (middle school to I guess, although I didn’t know at the time), I have had the sick pleasure of watching guys change and shower in the locker room. Now I had a front row seat to watch my fantasy do both.

After our workout we would stumble into the locker room glistening with sweat. We would bullshit for awhile just sitting around, then start to change. Ben always took off his shirt first. I swear my cock jumped every single time he flashed those washboard abs. His pecs would cast this shadow over his torso, a sign of just how strong he was. His bulging biceps twitched as he tossed aside his sweat soaked shirt. Then he would untie his shoes and take off his socks. Finally he would turn away from me and drop trow, exposing his hairy cheeks and rosebud ass. He never did change facing me, part of me thought he was just modest but another part thought he was hiding something.

We would then both parade to the showers for my favorite part. The showers were built in twos, so you had to share a “stall” with another person. Perfect if you were working out with someone, awkward if you were stuck with a stranger. Ben would soap up every part of his muscular body, every last crevice. While he closed his eyes to shampoo, I would have free reign to look as much as I wanted. Those tan muscles would ripple with every movement and his bulging ass looked as if an artist sculpted it. Almost every shower we took together I would need to turn away from him to hide my hardon.

I was going crazy. I was jerking off sometimes three times a day just thinking about him. One day I decided to implement a sick locker room practice I learned in high school. At my high school, the locker room would be extremely crowded after class while everyone is changing for sports. This created an opportunity in that if you touched someone, they would write it off as just an accident. Once I figured this out, I was feeling up nearly every jock in school without them knowing it. The problem was, the college locker room was not busy, and touches would not be written off so easily. I went for it anyway. One day, the moment before Ben pulled his pants down, I told him I had to piss. As he pulled his shorts down I walked past him and let my hand brush the bare pillow of his ass cheek. I didn’t look back but I could feel his eyes burning holes in the back of my head.

The next day he pulled his pants down and I was shocked and aroused to see that he had shaved his ass. (he had always trimmed the front) “Dude, you shaved your ass!” I said out of shock and curiosity.

“Ya, this girl I am banging said she likes me clean. Why you asking, you interested?” As he said “interested” he gave his ass a single flawless twerk that gave me an instant semi.

“O totally, gimme some of that sweet virgin ass” I said layered thick with sarcasm.

Ben looked me dead in the eye and said “What makes you think it’s virgin?”

I had no response to this. We both held eye contact until Ben burst out laughing calling me a fag. The rest of the day went as routine.

About a week later Ben invited me over to his house (he lived with 4 other guys) for some videogames. This was not unusual; I agreed and went over with him after our workout. His house was relatively clean given that four college boys lived there. We went up to his room where his xbox was set up. We both sat up against his bed facing the TV. I couldn’t help but notice that his trash was full of tissues. Either he had a cold or he had been busy as well. The screen lit up as Ben turned it on and the image of two men having sex filled the screen. My cock immediately jumped to attention.

“Fuck!” Ben yelled as he tried to quickly turn it off, failing epically in his embarrassment. He finally subdued the gay porn and the TV showed a blue screen. Ben looked up at me with a mixed look of confidence and fear. “God dammit Alex (one of his roommates). He’s always pulling this shit, thinks its funny” His fear betrayed him and I heard the lie.

“Xnxx, I like that site too.”

“Ya the gay side I’m sure, I bet you’ve even seen that video 100 times.” Ben said jokingly.

I locked eye contact and said with no hesitation “I’ve seen better than those two armatures.”

Silence ensued.

I broke eye contact and looked down at Ben’s shorts. He was sporting a semi that was clearly visible through the loose material of his athletic shorts. “Looks like you were watching that video with Alex.” Ben glanced at my crotch to see my full 7” erection and that was it. He practically tackled me. I had never kissed another man before. Not much is different but the facial hair as far as the kiss goes. My hands ran over his tight shirt and slid under it feeling his perfect abs. His hand rubbed my cock over my shorts. I slid my hands over his back and down to his incredible and now hairless ass. He tried to get his shirt off so fast he ripped it. I made quick work of my own shirt and he wasted no time kissing my own set of model abs. He played with my nipples and as he did this I could not contain a moan.

At the sound of my moan Ben’s intensity doubled (if possible). He dove up to my pecs and nibbled my nipple with the perfect amount of pressure. Another moan escaped my lips. He reciprocated to the other nipple and then moved downward and did the same for each of my ab muscles. He arrived at my pelvic region and tore down my precum soaked shorts. He ignored my throbbing cock and instead sucked the living shit out of my right testicle. He sucked so hard that it started to hurt. I sucked my teeth in with an ecstasy of pleasure mixed with pain. He slipped my ball through his teeth and went for lefty. As he did this his hands started to massage my ass. He went back and forth between my balls until I could take no more. “Just suck me already!!” I nearly screamed at him.

He ignored my plea as his hands slid down the crevasse between my ass cheeks and started to play with my asshole. My cock swelled and Ben looked hungrily at it. He stared at it for a while in admiration; letting the tension rise even further before he lunged with the same vigor he initially kissed me with. As Ben’s warm lips closed around my cock it took everything in me not to cum then and there. He took my entire dick, all 7 inches.

I didn’t last long. In the biggest orgasm of my life, I came in his mouth. I do not know how long it lasted, but it seemed like an eternity as I felt my seed shoot down Ben’s throat. Towards the end Ben could not hold the entire load in his mouth and it began to drip out the corners of his lips. He relinquished my still throbbing cock and swallowed. He then looked up at me and smiled. A drop of cum was still stuck on the corner of his mouth as he said “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.”