I didn’t have sex until college.
Growing up in a small town in Texas, that felt like a life sentence.
During high school, I knew I was gay. Everything about a man turned me on. The 12 o’clock shadow, the way their legs looked in shorts, and the way they smelled.
It was hard to get your dick wet, let alone have a boyfriend. I had resigned myself to the idea that I might just die a virgin.
I got accepted to the second university of my choice, and I was happy. I was making good grades, making friends, and was generally happy. The only distraction was a burning desire to touch a man, to see what it felt like to get off with another man.
The day it finally happened seemed like any other day. I woke up, had my morning coffee and did some last minute studying before class. I can still remember that morning. It was that time of year when the Texas heat broke and it was getting a bit cooler outside. It was Thursday and a day I only had two classes. This was perfect as I needed to get some extra studying done before a test on Monday.
Classes ended and I grabbed a quick salad at the campus restaurant before I did my trek to the library. I walked around trying to find a spot that was not around other students. I really wanted to focus and not be distracted so I tried to find a spot away from everyone. The area I found was in a hallway that was between book sections with only one other student deep into their studying.
Nestled by the doorway to one section was a round table which looked perfect so I took out my notepad and textbook from my bag and settled in for a long study session.
Minutes later I noticed a guy walk past. He was about an inch taller than me, lean athletic build, olive skin and dark black hair. I could smell him as he passed and it was what really caught my attention. I am not sure what cologne he wore but it definitely had an effect on me. We made slight eye contact as he passed and I went back to my studies. I could swear that as he entered the book section he looked back.
Being someone of an introvert I doubted myself and went back to learning about the “fun filled world” of microeconomics.
Minutes later I noticed the guy walk by again and this time he definitely lingered his look and gave me a slight smirk. Having no experience, I had not a clue what to do so I awkwardly went back to my studies not sure if he was actually interested or just really friendly.
Minutes later I heard someone at the bookshelf right by the door. I saw that guy there. He was not looking at me but trying to find a book that he probably needed for class. He did not look over this time and we did not catch eye contact.
I thought at this time that I was just horny and seeing something that was not there.
It was at this point I could hear a slight rubbing sound. I looked up and saw the guy there and he had his hand on his crotch and was slowly rubbing himself through his jeans.
At this point, my throat became like the Sahara Desert. I felt like it took all the strength I had just to swallow as I slowly focused on what he was doing. It was like at that moment everyone in the building disappeared and time just stopped.
We made eye contact and he bit one side of his lip and gave me a smirk.
At this point it felt like animal instinct took over. I had never ever done anything with a guy but at that moment I leaned back in my chair and started rubbing myself through my pants.