College Boys on the Couch

The following is something which happened to me a few years ago while I was a junior in college. I was 21 years old and, while I had a lot of good friends and had relationships with girls in school, the other side of me which I kept hidden was the fact that I was also very sexually attracted to guys. I had never had a sexually experience with a guy, partially out of fear of being revealed, but also partially because I was in denial about myself. I wasn’t convinced I was bi, instead convincing myself that I was just curious.

Connor was a good friend I met freshman year. We had lived across the hall from each other in our dorm. I remember thinking to myself when I met him that he was quite attractive. He was partially of Asian descent, his father having moved to the States as a child and his mother American-born. He was on the tall side, I guess around 6’2”. He had a great body. He was into soccer, running, and lacrosse, so watching him walking shirtless down the dorm hall after a shower was always a pleasure. He had a somewhat dark complexion, something that he said came from his mother’s side. His hair was virtually jet black and he had the most beautiful dark brown eyes. I often fantasized about Connor, and often would use the alone time I had in the shower to satisfy some of my urges about him. Yet, even after these shower sessions, I still could never admit to myself that I was anything but straight.

As sophomores, once again we lived across from each other and we hung out even more than we did during freshman year. It was clear to see that we were each other’s best friend. So when we had the opportunity to live in a 2-bedroom apartment as juniors, the choice of roommates was easy for us.

The apartment was nice: a third floor apartment with a decent-sized living room, a super-comfortable couch, a kitchen, bathroom, and two separate bedrooms. His dad bought him a 42” flat-screen TV to put in the living room and my parents gave me a coffee table to sit in front of the couch. It was a great setup. Nothing eventful happened during the first few months. Classes, studying, and occasionally hanging out with our friends. Connor had a girlfriend, Tara. She would come over occasionally and even spent the night with Connor a few times. Admittedly, I was jealous of Tara and the relationship she had with Connor.

One afternoon on a chilly November day, I was on the couch watching some TV, having finished classes for the day. I could hear the familiar sounds of Connor’s loafers hitting each stair step towards the apartment. The door opened and Connor came through and closed the door behind him. He made his way towards me. I assumed he was going to sit on the couch next to me, but to my surprise, he sat on my lap. I was frozen and nervous. It didn’t help me when he started talking.

“Hold me Nick.” His voice sounded almost longing and seductive.

I didn’t know how to react. Was I even awake? This was an ultimate fantasy of mine. Do I make the most of this and go for it? I knew if he sat on my lap for any length of time I would get hard.