Justin was the guy across the dormitory hall from me in my senior year of university in 1977-78. He was a sophomore—so about 2½ years younger than me, but from the minute I met him he triggered all of my buttons. He was breathtakingly handsome with lively green eyes, light brown hair, a square jaw, dimples, and a cleft chin. He was built like a gymnast, with a v-shaped torso, bulging biceps, and a bubble butt. At about 5' 9", he was shorter than me (a huge turn on for me) with a light dusting of body hair and he almost always had a five o'clock shadow going on. Moving about with an easy and entirely natural sensuality, Justin was also intelligent, warm, sincere, and had an ironic sense of humor. (If you'd like more than a mental picture of him, he strongly resembled a
male model/escort who goes by the name of Flavio Garay).
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At the time, I wasn't out to anyone, including myself. As a result, Justin became another of about five "really, really special best 'friends' " that I'd had since adolescence. I realize now, that on an emotional basis, these relationships were all gay love affairs (on my part) though they were never consummated.
Justin and I each occupied one of the two single rooms on the floor, so it was almost natural that we'd become each other's "roommate." We went to the dining hall together, went to the library to study together, went to various campus activities together, and spent a great deal of time in each other's rooms. When in his dorm room, Justin usually wore short athletic shorts over briefs or a jock strap. He often flashed a promising white bulge when we were sitting next to each other. Our companionship worked perfectly. I wasn't dating any girls because of my latent gayness. Justin had a girlfriend at home so he wasn't dating either. I was in heaven with him as a "best friend," except for the all too frequent weekends when he'd go home to visit his girlfriend. During those absences, I was intensely lonely.
At some point during the fall semester, we started playing squash at the university athletic center a couple of times per week. We'd come back to the dorms and shower. I wanted badly to see him naked, but the dorms had individual stall showers and he was a towel dancer, so I only saw him wrapped in a towel…until one day just before the end of the school year when my world changed.
We had just gotten back from our squash game. We had each showered. I was in my room with the door open as was his across the hall. I'd just finished dressing when Justin called me into his room to ask me a question. He was still wrapped in a towel. We started talking and after a few minutes, I sat on his twin bed, reclining with my back against the wall. He casually pulled his desk chair over so it was right in from of me and straddled it backwards so he could lean on the back of the chair as he faced me. His legs were spread wide apart and the towel, wrapped with the gap in the middle was open wide. I was staring right at his cock. What a surprise! My little friend was hung like a porn star! He had a long, fat uncut cock and a big pair of hairy balls to match. He had a semi going that draped over his sizeable balls and it snaked across the seat of the chair. As we talked, he gazed right at me. I tried to look him in his face but my eyes kept returning to his cock. Every so often, he'd reach down and fondle his cock or adjust it a little as he glanced down and then glanced up a me with what I realize now was a seductive gaze. I was as hard as I'd ever been. Wearing a pair of tight Levi's corduroys, my straining bulge was clearly obvious. The door to his room was ajar. We were interrupted with a knock on the door. A couple of girls from the floor below had come up to ask him a question about a class they shared with him. He jumped up and quickly covered himself with his towel as he answered the door. He spoke with them for a few minutes through the partly open door. When finished, he closed the door completely and returned to the chair. As he straddled the chair again Justin remarked, "Wow! Those girls almost walked in my room and saw my dick hanging out." He laughed as he again straddled the chair and put it back on full display. I was so wound up that I spontaneously shot my load just as he displayed his big cock to me again. We talked for a few more minutes. My cum began to seep through my trousers and created a wet spot. Confused and embarrassed by what had happened, I returned to my own room where I lay on my bed and cranked out another three loads before I fell asleep.
The next morning, I first began to admit to myself that I was gay—something that you never even wanted to consider back in 1978 when this happened. A few months later, I was in graduate school in New York City where I fully came out and embraced my sexuality. It took me some time to discover how the game of sex was played among men, so it wasn’t until sometime later that I realized that Justin was coming on to me big time that night and he was waiting for a signal from me. I only wish I hadn't been so inexperienced that I didn't know how to respond to his signals. I missed a tremendous opportunity with one of the most handsome and appealing men I have ever known.