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A bi-curious daydream I was younger then; in my first year of college having left school and moved away from home for the first time. I was suddenly among older guys, and my classmates of course who were of the same age; 19. I found myself studying a course that I didn’t really have any interest in and I knew exactly why I had signed up for it. Joel. He was my room mate. We’d met on our first day at college. As I carried my boxes and cases into the small room he was already there. Laying on his bed and calmly reading a book, as if he had been living there for months. We hit it off straight away. He was a great guy to be with; laid back, always calm, always with a joke to tell and always flirting. With the girls and with me, it seemed. There was something about him that attracted people, or he went out of his way to attract them to him and I found myself obsessed with him. But he was straight and so was I. Or was I? Was he? How could I tell? I’d never met anyone before who had such a hold over me. I’d never met another guy who could make my knees tremble when I saw him wearing only a towel wrapped around his slim waist. Before I would have looked away but here, in my new home, away from the people and places I knew, Joel was the one thing that was constant. He was always there, in the room, in the classes and in my mind. That’s why I’d taken this class, so that I could sit beside him, thinking, imagining, as I was doing now… The sun was streaming in through the tall windows catching motes of dust in its beams. The afternoon was turning from warm to hot, the sun was heading for evening but the room was stifling. The tutor was droning on, Joel was sitting back, beside me, his legs outstretched. My eyes strayed to the front of his pants, I could see the outline of his cock and his balls, his pants were that tight. I cold hear him breathing as the tutor’s voice faded into a low mumble, all I could hear and feel was Joel. My hand strayed to the font of his trousers. A lad’s game of grab the dick. He wouldn’t mind. I’d liven up the class by grabbing his balls, like guys did in the locker room. Just a prank. But, as I grabbed them, a shiver shot through me, a charge of lightening. Something felt so right. His balls were warm and, moving my hands slightly, I could feel the rigidness of his cock, it was hard. I let go. The game wasn’t working. Joel turned to look at me, his face showing surprise. We’re two straight guys sharing a class, what are you doing man? I imagined his words. But he wasn’t speaking. He was smiling. And then his hand was on my crotch. I felt embarrassed, my dick was not as large or as hard as his, but he squeezed what he could grasp and that lightening struck me again. He kept hold of me and looked me in the eye. I could see my reflection in his pupils, my face white and worried. He lent towards me, his grip on my cock tightening, thrilling me and yet repulsing me at the same time. He whispered in my ear. ‘Let’s cut the next class and get back to our room.’ All through the rest of that lesson he kept his leg pressed against mine. My cock remained hard, my pulse raced, I sweated. I knew what was coming and I wanted it, but I was straight. Wasn’t I? Joel was straight, wasn’t he? The walk back across campus to our room was made in silence. My heart thumping, my legs weak. I followed him up to the room. We entered it in half light, the curtains were drawn against the heat of the afternoon sun. He went to his bed and lay down. ‘Well?’ he said, inviting me to join him. But I was straight. Or was I? Maybe I was bi? Maybe… maybe I was gay… there was only one way to find out. I walked towards him. Related: Military Bi Boys and Bi Uncut Men |
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