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My name is Adam, and I'm an eighteen year-old college freshman. I attend a Fine Arts college on a scholarship. My major is in Commercial Illustration.

I'm gay. I tried to come out to my parents when I was fourteen but they didn't think that I had been in the closet. They told me that they knew when I was about seven. I had worked up my courage for nothing.

In high school we had an LGBT group that I was part of, but I never had a boyfriend.

There was a girl that I was close to, and for that matter we are still close. Her name is Ida. We went together for "spa days" three times; I still keep my fingernails and toenails painted when I can. Once we took our clothes off and cuddled, so I do know what a girl's boobs look and feel like, but real sex was out of the question.

I had three close guy friends in high school. Their names are Chad, Eric and Greg. I secretly jerked off with all three of them, never telling the others. Eric and I even sucked each other once, but neither of us were comfortable. Eric confessed this to Chad and Greg this past summer. He was afraid of losing cool points and I couldn't believe that he told them, but when they got done laughing they let him know that he was still cool with them.

My parents don't have a lot of money, and Dad works long hours so I don't see him a lot. I worked in fast-food from the time that I was fifteen so that I could get a car and buy my own clothes, so I already had something of a resume. The car is an old Civic hatchback.

As for clothes, I started buying girls white cotton panties with prints, like carnations or duckies depending on the pair, women's jeans, and the loudest short-sleeve button-down shirts that I can find. I don't mind getting the jeans and shirts from thrift stores, but the panties have to be new.

I always have a dark grey messenger bag for my stuff, and when classes started I was wearing Spanish men's sandals, with a toe-ring, from eBay. Nobody sells interesting men's sandals in the States. I wear an anklet almost all of the time, sometimes hemp cord, sometimes a leather boot lace, sometimes with beads.

I've got a very light complexion, and I burn easily. My hair is a color that my Mom says is "dirty blonde". I don't mind the color but I don't like that name.

I showed up at college a day before the other students so that I'd have a shot at getting a job here. By the end of the day I was a waiter at a Greek-owned "coffee shop", which seems to mean "Diner", at least in this town.

A girl in the Junior class was on "guard duty" at a desk at the doorway of the dorms, and she tried to keep me from moving into my dorm room a day early, but I complimented her fingernails and batted my eyelashes at her, and had my room set up before supper.

I found a "Pizza by the slice" place and got something to eat, though not healthy, and changed before the sun went down.

I found a little hill with a view of the setting sun and did my yoga for the evening. I started doing yoga with my Mom when I was four, and still haven't outgrown it. Yoga was useful in staying calm when I was working in fast food and couldn't tell my customers what I was thinking.

I started the next morning with yoga on a hill where I could see the sunrise, then I did laps in the pool and showered and dressed for the day.

Breakfast was half a cup of coffee, a fresh fruit salad and a Greek yogurt.

By the time the rest of the students started arriving, I had my sandals off and was sitting in bed reading a Larry Niven novel, ignoring the incoming refugees. My roommate is a guy named Ken. He seems cool enough; I thought that he'd fit in with Eric, Chad and Greg back home.

The first day of classes a freshman girl, also taking illustration, decided that we were going to share a table. It was two students to each table in that class, so that kind of paired us off. It also seemed to block me from meeting a guy in this class. She introduced herself as Betty. Betty told me that she had two boyfriends back home, and that the three of them played around and that she had a pretty good picture of what boys like me enjoyed. She also knew that I wasn't going to get any stupid ideas about her and me.

She was right, too: my mind had gone completely blank after that introduction.

That Friday, after the first week of classes, it seemed that all of the students were going to the "Epsilon Party", at the biggest frat there. I showed up with a case of canned sparkling water, and was directed to the kitchen. A girl there grinned when she saw what I was bringing and said, "Nobody remembers to bring mixers!"

I took a hard cider and started patrolling the halls.

I saw Betty from illustration class. She grabbed my hand and dragged me to a couple that she'd been talking to. Betty introduced me to Monty, a dreamy blonde guy a few inches taller than me, and Ann, his girlfriend, who was my height and had chestnut hair.

Betty whispered in my ear that they were bi, she kissed me on the cheek, and disappeared into the crowd. Monty said, "Come upstairs with us", and took me by the hand, like I was a little kid.

We went to a room on the second floor where a guy was fucking a girl; she was on her back. I would've left, but Monty and Ann seemed to consider the other half of the bed as a good spot for something I wasn't yet aware of.

"We want you to help us make a sandwich", Ann said, and she started to undress. Monty already had his flip-flops off. I just gave her a dumb look. "I'm getting on top of Ann, like that", Monty nodded to the couple already busy on the bed and took his shirt off.

Ann had her dress off and was taking off her bra, "Then, you get on top of Monty".

Monty was naked but reached for his cargo shorts and pulled out a condom and a fast-food mustard packet. Call me old-fashioned, but I don't think that mustard belongs in a bedroom.

Ann grabbed Monty's dick, which was already hard, and she commented that I needed some encouragement. Monty handed me one condom packet and the mustard. I read the packet; it was "personal lubricant". Fast food lube. We live in amazing times.

Monty told me that he needed to get Ann ready before we started fucking. He told me to stay standing, and had Ann get on her knees on the floor with her legs spread. She didn't ask for details, so maybe they did this kind of thing a lot. Ann took my dick in her mouth, which surprised me. I thought that Betty told them I was gay. Ann was the first girl to try this with me, but she seemed to know what she was doing. Monty was on his belly. We were out of floor space, so his legs were under the bed. He started working his mouth on Ann's pussy. I later read that women don't get off from intercourse, and so I guess that Monty was trying to give her an orgasm before fucking her.

While the three of us were occupied, the girl on the bed started getting loud, and then the guy let out a gasp and clearly came. They stopped moving for half a minute, then they kissed and cuddled for a little. Eventually they watched the three of us for a minute, then they got half-dressed and left, the guy shirtless and both of them carrying their sandals.

I was finally reacting and had an erection. Ann pulled off and held my dick, since I think they wanted me hard and if I came they'd lose that. She closed her eyes and focused on Monty at her crotch, and started getting noisy. She said words but no sentences, and I watched her face as she climaxed with a shudder. She moved a little to let Monty up, and held on to me to steady herself. Monty stood up and held Ann. They kissed, and then Ann got on the bed. Monty put one condom on himself. Monty was still hard. He told me to use the condom and lube to start fucking his ass as soon as he was inside of Ann.

It occurred to me that nobody had asked if I wanted to do this, but I didn't argue. Monty was all the way inside of Ann very quickly. I had the impression that they'd been a couple for a long time.

I put on the condom and guessed at the lube; some on the tip, some on his ass. Monty said "Whoo!" when he felt the cold grease, then a quiet, "Yeah."

I entered him carefully. This was my first time with anal sex, and was a big blind spot in my gay life. I tried to go slow but there was pretty much no resistance at all. Monty had his head turned sideways so that I could see his face. His eyes were closed but he had a smile. I never saw him tense up. When I was in all the way, he slowly opened his eyes and said to the room, "Let's get going", and he started fucking himself into Ann's pussy and onto my dick. All I could do was steady myself and let Monty keep the pace.

We were barely started when a black couple, a guy and a girl, came in the door. They froze in the doorway watching us in wonder. I looked at them and pointed to the spot that the other couple had vacated. "There's room for you here", I said. They nodded at me, but the scene was too weird for them and they left us to our activities.

Ann started making noise, as if she was going to orgasm regardless of what the books said. Soon Monty was moving at a quick pace, then he groaned and froze. I felt his ass clamp on my dick, and I unloaded into the condom.

I was a bit dizzy, since I'd been working to stay steady and now my limbs wanted to relax all at once.

I forced myself to back out and get off of our pile of people.

Monty backed up too, and was soon standing next to me. He looked around and found a box of tissue and used it to pull off his condom and put it in a trash can. He took a couple more tissues and handed me the box. While I took care of my condom he wiped the lube from his ass. Ann sat up and smiled at us.

I looked at Monty and told him that this was the first I'd had anal sex with anybody. Monty looked startled, "Betty said you were gay!" "I've jerked with friends and tried oral once. That's all so far", I responded. "College is a great place for new experiences", he said, and then he kissed me.

Monty started getting dressed. Ann kissed me and put one of my hands on one of her boobs, and then she started getting dressed. I followed.

I finished my warm cider, got another one and made another set of rounds. I felt brave and took the time to introduce myself to a few people and get some names.

Betty insisted on a full report of the evening when Monday morning came.

That was how my first week of college went.

The course load kept me busy. I joined a couple of committees at the Gay-Straight Alliance (GSA), and found out when the first dance of the year would be. I had signed up to be a youth counselor and on the "Spring Pride" committee. June might be pride month, but we had to do one before students went home for the summer.

Two weeks into the school year, Ken and I jerked off together. He kissed me after we finished, which seems pretty open-minded for a straight guy.

The first GSA dance of the year was three weeks into September. I recognized Betty, Monty and Ann, and a black guy from my illustration class named Leon. Leon seemed to say "Hi" to me every day in school, and now he was at a GSA function, so I decided to learn more about him soon.

I found a yoga group and they had spaces where they did routines indoors, which was useful when it got cold and rainy outdoors, and it was another good way to meet people with similar interests.

By mid-October, Ken and I had jerked of twice together. We had no secrets. On a Saturday morning we were talking about classes, people and nothing in general. I talked about getting my nails done again. I thought that Betty might be willing to go in on a "mani-pedi" session with me.

"You know what I want to try?", Ken asked. "What?"

"I want to shave my pubic hair", he said. "Let's do it together!", I told him.

I reserved a room at a cheap hotel for Sunday afternoon. We came in with scissors and our shaving kits and a distinctive sense of naughtiness.

We didn't know what we were doing, but we started with scissors, graduated to a cordless electric shaver and finished with shave gel and disposable razors. We both were fully erect, and were looking at our reflections in the mirror for quite a while. "We need to take showers to get the foam off", I pointed out. "Let's go together", Ken said.

We held each other at first because the water was cold. After a couple of minutes it warmed up, and we rinsed off the foam, which was the point, and then used soap on each other's crotches for pure fun, because shaving gel is already soap, isn't it?. Then we rinsed each other good again.

We got out and almost dry, more erect than before, and I said, "Now what?", knowing that we weren't going to check out this way. "I've never done oral with a guy", said Ken. "Sixty-nine?", I asked. "Sure!", he answered. I didn't tell Ken, but this was only my second time doing oral with a guy, and the first time didn't go so well. This time there was no hesitation before and no regret afterwards. It did seem to me that I enjoyed giving a blowjob more than getting one, which seemed strange at the time. After we had both come, we licked the dribble off of each other's faces and held each other for a minute. Ken kissed me and got up, and we both got dressed.

It seemed to me that my straight roommate was starting to feel almost like a lover.

Ken and I shaved each other again just before Thanksgiving.

A week after Ken and I first shaved each other, Betty and I got "mani-pedi's" together. I got a dark purple nail polish this time.

One weekday morning I came back to the room from my morning yoga and laps and saw that Ken was in bed with his arms around a girl. They were just opening their eyes and she didn't try to cover her breasts when she saw me. "Are you gonna get the RA?", Ken smiled. "Yeah. I'm gonna ask him if he's ever seen anything so cute!", I answered, and then I proceeded to get dressed for classes.

On November 1st I found Leon from my illustration classs in the cafeteria. He was sitting alone, and I asked to join him. We talked about where we both were from and found out that neither of us had a boyfriend here at school or waiting back home. We didn't waste our time asking if either of us were gay. We agreed to meet on the next Saturday.

All this time I kept up with the yoga and laps in the pool. I did some counseling for the GSA, mostly talking to high school students about making peace with their identities. As if a guy in Spanish sandals and tangerine shorts with a messenger bag had ever tried to hide his sexual identity.

I told Ken that I had a date at Yogurtland. Ken kissed me and told me to use condoms as I left. Now I had to ask myself if Ken was acting like he was my mother.

Leon was there before me, and he hugged me when I arrived. We got our frozen yogurts together and sat at a table and talked for about two hours. At that point we were getting evil looks from the staff, and we left for the GSA room and talked there. We got more direct in our discussion there, knowing that nothing we said could shock anybody else. It was early afternoon when we decided to see if the hotel off campus had any rooms. The nice thing about checking in after 2pm is that the housekeeping staff is done for the day and you can be ignored all afternoon.

We put a sign on the door and locked it, then kicked off our sandals. Leon had a little more gay sexual experience than I had, so he was in the position of being teacher while I was his willing student that day.

We kissed, and slowly opened our mouths and for a long while just held it, then our hands started moving over each other's shoulders and backs. We broke apart long enough to get undressed, then we made out again, this time feeling our pecks and ass cheeks. By the time we'd broken apart this time we had felt each other's dicks.

I held his shoulder and pushed him away, just to arm's length, and said, "Let me look at you". I did look at him, and I saw a smiling beautiful man looking back at me. We got in bed and cuddled, softly speaking to each other. A little louder and with some urgency, I heard my voice say, "Please take my cherry. I want you inside of me!"

Did I say that?

He quietly chuckled as he nodded. I pulled a condom packet and a "mustard packet" of lube from my messenger bag, having found that the GSA gives them away. Leon had learned from me earlier in the day that I'd never had anything inside me before, and he handled my virgin butt like an expert. He used the lube to get a finger inside of me easily. The second finger seemed the hardest but we stuck to our task, and the third finger wasn't so bad. Now I was on my knees, head down on a pillow. Leon rolled the condom onto his dick and put the remaining lube on the tip. My ass already was lubed from his fingers. I felt his greasy hands on my hips as the tip poked into my anus, maybe half an inch. The first thought in my head was that I was officially getting fucked at last. He only got in another quarter inch when I wondered if I'd made a terrible mistake, because it hurt like hell.

"I know it hurts now", Leon said, "It goes away in a minute and I'm gonna go slow. Just be patient with yourself". I trusted Leon but my ass felt like somebody had lied to it. Leon backed up just a bit, so he was still inside, and then pushed in till it started to hurt again, then he started repeating that about once every second or two. The feeling slowly went from pain to amusement, because it felt like he was tapping on a nail somewhere and had forgotten about sex, but that wasn't true; Leon was very focused on what he was doing.

I don't know if this took one minute or five, but at some point Leon was all the way in, the pain was completely gone and I hadn't noticed the point when it had gone away. There was a new awareness in me that the part that felt like it was going to kill me from the pain was feeling really good now; the exact same spot. I later learned that this was my prostate.

After I'd registered all of this, I turned my head and said, "This feels fantastic!". Leon giggled and leaned forward to kiss me, and then pulled out a little, maybe halfway, and started a slow, steady fucking motion. I came first, probably after only ten minutes, which was embarrassing. I'd never come with nothing touching my dick before. I felt my ass clench Leon's cock as I shot my load, and he responded with a grunt and he stopped after one more hard, almost violent thrust. The fucking stopped, but he shuddered a bit and I knew that he was filling the condom.

We pulled apart and held each other for a while, and then began cleaning up. I felt happy all over at first, till I noticed the hotel room's clock radio. I looked at Leon and said, "I have to be at work in an hour!". His smile went away. "How late do you work?" "Till eleven", I answered.

After work, Leon was waiting for me at the front of the dorm. We kissed and went up to my room. Ken wasn't there; it was Saturday night so his absence wasn't a a huge surprise. Leon and I stripped and after a good make-out and grope session I fucked his ass while he was on his back with my pillow under his ass. I didn't ask why but it only took me a couple of minutes to bottom out, and he barely tensed up at all while I was working my dick into him. It had been a long day; I'd lost my virginity to Leon before work, worked a full shift and now I was nailing Leon. The silver lining was that I lasted about twenty minutes before I finished in the condom. Leon's face was that of a happy person, but he stayed soft and just a little clear dribble came out of his dick; he had given up most of his come earlier in the day at the hotel. We cleaned up and then went back to my bed, and I fell asleep in Leon's arms.

On Sunday morning I realized that I was awake when I saw Ken standing in front of me in his boxers with a big impish grin. I could feel that I was still in Leon's arms. When my eyes opened completely, Ken said, "I should get the RA and ask if he's ever seen such a cute couple".