As the days went by, I became more and more sexually frustrated, especially after seeing my gorgeous lecturer everyday. Anyway when I started college, I heard a few guys talk about the toilets in the old building and how 'all the dirty queers went there for a shag'.Īt first I brushed the possibility aside, it was a cheap and dirty way to have sex, I felt I was beyond that, I would only sleep with someone who I liked. I remember when I arranged to meet up with a guy who I talked to on the net, but I didn't have the courage to go through with it. I was a virgin when I started college, I had dated numerous girls, but I had never slept with any of them, neither had I slept with a guy. I think I'm bi, but sometimes I feel maybe I'm 100% gay. I am an eighteen-year-old college student. Luckily though he led me straight to my class, he was my lecturer, wow! His name was Malcolm Perry and he was only twenty-nine. I was unaware of where he was going, but I couldn't stop following him, I was totally mesmerized by him. I followed him right across campus, my eyes firmly glued to his perfectly rounded butt. He was the kind of guy I dreamed about, he was the kind of guy everyone dreamed about, basically he was a dreamboat. He had a seductive smile that left two adorable dimples on his tanned cheeks. He was beautiful, with soft brown hair that fell into his deep blue eyes.
In the second week of college, I saw him.
