Erotic Trevor

While we were still up I had suggested that I attempt to mount him, just to see if I could take something so thick. I want to be clear, this was nearly a clinical experiment, not a sexual overture, we were both in our late teens, about to soon leave them, obviously our hormones and sexual drives were a lot more active, and we both had a certain level of curiosity of being so new to everything. Then there was just the freedom of being out of our parents homes, on our own and the excitement of our freshly realized gay identities.

I am not trying to occlude what exactly we did, so I am going to say it plainer. My friend was going to penetrate me with his penis. I remember at this age, getting an erection wasn't even a thing, I don't think I had to encourage him, he may have gotten aroused just by the suggestion. I want to paint a clear mental picture that there wasn't foreplay, or any other inappropriate touching, we were just attempting to see if the physics were possible, something appropriate for two freshman, to try a little science experiment on their own. #ExtraCredit

He had a condom, I can't recollect if he had lube, but let's say he did. He lied in his bed on his back and I took off whatever bottom I was wearing, probably just underwear. I straddled him, mounting in a direction where I was facing him, and I did manually attempt to guide him inside of my anus. I will admit it took a bit of work to get him past my external sphincter, but soon he was passing my internal sphincter to the sweet spot of my inner rectum.

I remember finally being seated on his pelvis completely as his engorged member was filling up my anal canal brilliantly. Remember how I said we didn't have sex? I maintain that, and I wish we were talking so I could confirm what my foggy memory recalls. I sat on him maybe a minute or two, and dismounted, he didn't fuck me, albeit at that point I may have wanted him to, we were friends, and we were just trying something out. I also didn't want to be deceptive, if that makes sense, I had told him I just wanted to see if he could fit, and did just that. Taking it further would have been a violation not only of trust, but what we had agreed to.

That may have been the last sexually-related thing we did, after being caught by my short-term boyfriend, literally on my knees with one of two friends cock's in my mouth, I think I just kept things plutonic with this friend moving forward. Mind you there were many others who weren't friends that I gladly partook of during my three semesters at the college.

Curiously I haven't any regrets about any of my behavior during this time, even sort of cheating on my boyfriend. I mean it was definitive cheating, but it was also just a compulsion from the sexual abuse. My hyper-sexuality was still fully in effect, even if I didn't know the reason for it. Being in college and away from my regular oral-partner back home, I sort of missed fellating someone regularly, and albeit I did have a boyfriend, having a boyfriend was something new, navigating a relationship was a frontier I hadn't really explored before. Coupled with being on a college campus where seriously no one would turn down a little head, didn't help the situation at all.

Ultimately I look at all of it as sexual experimenting, figuring out what it was you liked, enjoyed, craved, desired et. al. There were also not a lot of restrictions stopping you from partaking of all the local delicacies, and I did just that. I can still recall Ryan Dieterle who was this amazing receptive partner who auto-lubricated, I don't think since him I have ever met a partner who had that ability. That coupled with the very desirable shape of his derrière, its no wonder we both fell into a habit of not using protection. He would later die of AIDS, I have a photo of his square from the AIDS Memorial Quilt. I would like to think that my very fond sexual memories of him, would be something he was proud of, I know I am.