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I have always known that I was attracted to guys. It wasn't until my
junior year in college that I had my first experience. My name is Phil.

It was the late 80s, and I was starting my junior year as an RA (a
Resident Assistant) in one of the freshmen dorms. There were 22 guys on
my floor. We all shared one large bathroom with a few toilets, urinals,
sinks, and three shower stalls with 2 shower heads per stall. (I only
mention that because it comes into play later.)

I arrived on campus a few days prior to Freshman orientation. I spent
the summer doing more physical activity. I cleaned pools all summer, so
I had a nice tan. And I ran every morning. Plus push-ups, sit-ups, and
some weights. I am looking FINE. There were several girls who were
hitting on me during orientation. I can't blame them. I was 20 years
old. 6'0". 180 lbs. Lean toned body. I have hairy legs and some hair
on my chest. I was sporting a 6-pack, although we did not call it that
back then. I had a nice trail of dark hair down the center of my six
pack and a nice male trail leading into my shorts. I had brown hair,
which was highlighted by the sun and chlorine of the summer.

I was also one horny devil. I was jerking off at least once a day. I
started buying health and fitness magazines, and I would jerk off to the
pictures of the guys in the photo shoots. I even got the balls to buy
some bisexual porn. I didn't really consider myself gay. I convinced
myself that I fantasized about men because I wanted to be in as good a
shape as they were.

Well, first day of freshman orientation brought in 22 18-year olds to
live on my floor. There were many good looking guys. But there was one
who caught my eye. His name was Mark.

Mark was from a Philadelphia suburb. He was 18 years old. He was about
5'10" and weighed about 170 lbs. He had a fantastic body. He had a
lean, toned, muscular body. He had dark hairy legs. And I saw him take
off his sweat-covered shirt to change into another t-shirt during the
move, and my jaw dropped. He had a fantastic chest, lightly covered with
dark hair. He had a pretty smooth belly, but had some dark hair around
his navel which trailed into his drooping shorts.

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, I had the opportunity to see
Mark in various states of undress. I had seen him wearing a towel en
route to the shower. I had also seen him coming out of the shower one day
and caught a glimpse of his ass. He had a classic bubble butt, with some
hair coming up from his hairy legs heading toward the center of his ass.
He had a pretty dark crack. I nearly popped a woody looking at him.

One day, I went into the shower and I saw that he was in one of the
2-headed stalls. The other 2 stalls were empty. I could see through the
curtain that he was in there. I could also see that he was jerking off.
He had a nice thick cock - looked like it was about 7 inches. He was
jerking it hard. He had no idea I was watching. When he shot, I saw him
hit the wall a few times with white spooge. He quickly soaped up, washed
himself, then came out of the shower.

I was standing there wearing my towel. He looked embarassed. I did not
let onto him that I had seen anything, but I took off my towel and headed
into one of the stalls. I could see that he was checking out my
semi-hard on. I also noticed that he was sneaking a peek at me through
the curtain. Because I knew he was still there, I yelled out to him to
see if he had any conditioner, as I had not brought any. (I never used
conditioner, but I saw that he had some, and I wanted to see him look at
me.) He opened the curtain a bit, and he handed me the conditioner. I
was 1/2 hard. I could see him trying to avoid my semi-hard-on.

"I'm gonna use this to jerk off", I said.

He looked at me and his jaw dropped.

"I'm kidding," I laughed. He laughed too. He was wearing his towel, and
he looked so sexy.

"I usually use soap, anyway," I said to him, not wanting to let the topic
fall completely.

"So do I, he said," and we both laughed.

"I know," I said and I saw that he blushed a bit. "I walked in while you
were finishing."

"I figured since the bathroom was empty, I could go for it," he said.

"I often do it too, so don't feel bad about it." I replied.

He went back to his room, and I finished my shower. I walked down to his
room to return his conditioned. I knocked on the door. He answered the
door still wearing his towel.

"Here's your conditioner." I said. I noticed that his room was very
cool. It was still pretty warm out in October. He had the air
conditioner on. I walked over to the a.c and said "Oh man, I want to
stand in front of this all day - this is great." (My room did not have
an a.c.)

"Yeah, I didn't want to get dressed because I have been standing in front
of it naked," he replied.

"Really?" I said, as I dropped my towel.

"Man, this feels good," I laughed as I faced the a.c. naked. He was
standing behind me, and he had a great view of my ass. I also had a
pretty furry crack, although my ass was pretty smooth. I started go get
hard - the air blowing all around my cock was turning me on.

He laughed after I dropped the towel. I turned around to pick up the
towel, and I was about 3/4 hard. I said, "The breeze is starting to give
me a stiffy. I should head back to the shower and jerk off." He laughed
again, and I could see him both looking at me and averting his eyes.

I put the towel back on, and I walked over to him. He was looking right
at my face. His brown eyes were beautiful and dark. I was nearly rock
hard. I could also see him stiffening up underneath his towel.

"Looks like the a.c.is getting to your cock too." (This boy had just cum
about 20 minutes ago in the shower.)

"Yeah, I am always getting hard. That's why I jerk off so much." He
blushed.

"Let me jerk off in here, cuz it is so cool in here. I don't want to get
too sweaty again." I asked. Then I took off my towel, and released my 7
1/2 thick cut cock. It was rock hard.

He laughed: "I guess so - you need some lotion?"

"Sure, what do you use?"

"I got this Aloe Vera lotion I use, I used to put in on sunburns."

"Cool. Give me some and use some yourself," I said.

"Seriously?" he asked.

"Sure, I'll race you." He dropped his towel and showed that beautiful 7
inch cut cock. He was a bit thicker than I was. We both started
jerking, catching glimpses at eachother. The towels were on the floor
between us. After about 3 or 4 minutes, I was ready to shoot.

"Hey Mark, I am gonna shoot," I warned him.

"I am too, " he replied.

Then I took one look at his entire bod and saw him start to shoot. I
came immediately. Wow - even though he had just jerked off, he had about
8 squirts. I also shot a huge load. All over our towels.

We both just stood there and looked at eachother. I tried to normalize
the situation. "Damn, I usually win the race." I said, pretending that
I had done this before. "You are quick, man."

"You've raced before?" he wondered.

"Yeah, it adds variety to a run-of-the-mill jerk off session," I
replied.

"That's cool," he replied. He looked a bit embarassed.

"Don't worry, dude," I replied, "I won't tell anyone about our race. So
we both like to jerk off. What's wrong with that. Next time, let's see
who can shoot the farthest."

"I bet I can beat you," he laughed. Having seen him shoot, I had no
doubt he could shoot further than I, but I looked forward to jerking off
with him again.