My Straight College Friend
I attended State University Of New York in upstate New York, during the late 60's and early 70's. It was my first time away from home, and the first time that I got to live with people of different religious and ethnic backgrounds. I am Jewish and was raised in an all white, mostly Jewish neighborhood in Brooklyn. We were put into a dormitory with other
Freshmen, and our wing was arranged alphabetically so most everyone had the same last initial. It's funny that I am still friends with several of the guys from my
Freshmen dorm, and we met because of the same last initial.
But "my straight college friend", (subject of this story) had a different last initial, he was Irish and came from a different background than me. His family had moved from the Bronx to Rockland County where he attended high school. His name was John and he loved to drink with his high school buddies and spent a lot of time downtown in college on Friday and Saturday nights. My high school friends were "goody goody" types who listened to rock music, debated the war in Vietnam, went to the movies, ate pizza, ice cream, and had stayed in the Boys Scouts as Junior Assistant Scout Masters through most of high school. In today's terminology, we were nerds.
John lived on a different wing, but started eating lunch with us in the cafeteria, as my room rate knew him from several classes. When he first came to eat lunch with us, I thought he was ugly. He had bad skin and wore brown rim glasses, but before long I realized that he had a very trim body and a great smile, and before long I thought him to be beautiful instead of ugly. He moved into our wing second semester of
Freshmen year, and lived a few doors down. He would often walk around the dorm in only his faded white briefs, (this was 1969 David and TightyWhiteyBoy). John looked magnificent dressed only in his yellowish faded white briefs with some sag in the crotch showing a delectable looking bulge, along with a smooth developed chest and abs, with a hint of hair from his navel down into the covered area. John was an athlete. He used to do many many pushups and sit ups at night before he went to bed. He even let me hold his legs when he did sit ups on occasion. I obsessed on him.
Although I was not a drinker, I soon got into it to be closer with my new buddy. I loved being in the bar with him, drinking and trying to pick up girls, but the best part was going back to the dorm with him, and listening to music with John pretty drunk and often dressed only in his jockey shorts. When he would talk to me and joke around, I'd smell the beer on his breath. He had the cutest smile and I'm sure that when I stared at his almost naked body, John knew that I was into him. One night we were back in my room after a night in town, and I was also pretty drunk. As John was getting ready to go back to his room, I blurted out, "John I love you". He did not seem surprised but he answered, matter of factly, "I know". He never mentioned it again, nor did I.
As with most straight guys, nothing sexual ever happened between us, except in my fantasies hundreds or maybe thousands of times. We remained friends in college, and he knew that I would do anything for him, and that I basically worshipped him, but he was a good friend to me too. I did feel him up one night when he was very drunk and asleep and I discovered that he had removed his jockey shorts after I left his room, and he was naked. His uncut cock was soft and I just felt it a bit. He was in the lower bunk of bunk beds and I couldn't get in position to put my head there and try with my mouth. I also had a key to his room when he had no room mate during Junior Year. He had gone home for the weekend, and I thought that it was early enough on Sunday afternoon before he returned home to jerk off in his room, with his scent and his dirty clothes tossed all about the room. I was in his bed with my pants down smelling his used underwear and jerking away when I heard voices down the hallway, breaking the silence of the empty dormitory.
I quickly jumped up and re-arranged my pants, and tossed his underwear back into the pile, when his door opened. It was John and his high school buddy named Danny, a football lineman with a muscular compact body and that square jaw and short blonde hair, a high school football stud. I did have a plausible reason to be in John's room, as he had a small refrigerator and a hot plate and I was allowed to use it. But Danny kept looking at me funny, like maybe John told him I was a fag who was into him. I don't know but I left the room real quick and finished what I started in his room, in my dorm bed, with new fantasies of John and Danny.
Anyway one else in the forum, enjoy stories about straight guys we have known? I'd sure like to read some of you guy's stories.
