Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2014 15:53:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Danny Danny <dannyd274@yahoo.com>
Subject: Losing my virginity then my heart, Part two

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"Losing My Virginity And Then My Heart."  Part Two.
     By Danny D



My mom and dad drove me to Stanford.  My dad was beaming.  I was finally
able to believe that he was proud of me.  It was all over his face.  My
mother talked a lot about her experiences there.  I wondered how she might
have been different if it were the twins instead of me she was dropping
off.  We went to my dorm, found my room and I met my roommate Hunter who
was from Fresno.  He seemed like a nice guy: freshman, high school football
quarterback, attractive and friendly.

My mom and dad introduced themselves to his parents.  Finally, everyone
left.

Over time, Hunter and I became good roommates, and slowly started becoming
friends.  Quickly we realized that we had different interests, but
maintained a mutual respect.  He was pledging a fraternity, played touch
football on the lawn, either had a date on the weekend or was at his frat
house and was majoring in business.  My major was chemistry, I joined a
yoga group (Coach Wilson always talked about doing yoga and I had started
during my senior year), started swimming twice a week, and spent my
weekends hanging around the dorms.

But there was no tension between us.  We spoke and went to dinner together
once in a while in the commons.  He talked about the girlfriend he left at
home Ð he missed her.  He talked about the girls he dated at school.

I was also becoming friends with other guys on the floor.  Some of them
seemed like jerks, but a few of them really seemed interesting and cool.

The week before finals, everyone hit the books hard.  Hunter and I were up
late, studying in our room.  It was almost two in the morning when we
decided to call it a night.  It wasn't odd for him to talk about the girls
he was dating and getting laid or not getting laid.  And it wasn't odd for
him to start the conversation around bedtime.

"If you're interested, I could fix you up," he said.

"I'm good.  Right now I'm really just interested in focusing on my studies.
And believe me, I'm got my hands full."

He and I began undressing.  "I knew that gymnastics got guys in shape but
you're like ripped.  Does yoga keep you in shape?"

"Yoga, yeah, I mean the tough stuff, takes more strength than you might
think, plus I'm a lot more flexible than most people."

"Yeah, I know."  He had seen me stretching in the room.  "If I were that
flexible, I might never leave the room," he said, getting into his bed.

I looked at him, wondering if he meant what I thought he meant.  "Maybe
that's why I don't," I said and smiled.

He laughed.

I turned off the light and got into bed.

"You were kidding, right," he said.  "Fuck, if I thought doing yoga would
make me flexible enough, I'd be out there everyday."

I laughed, looking toward his bed.  "I've always been flexible.  Gymnastics
really helped, but yoga does too."

He rolled over in his bed and looked across the room at me.  "You are
kidding, right?  Can you really suck your own dick?"

I laughed.  "Good night."

"Fuck.  That's crazy.  Can you?"

"Good night."

"A friend of mine in high school could do that."

"He told you he could, or you saw him?" I asked.

"He's like my best friend.  So I saw him do it.  I thought it was crazy
hot."

"Really?  Why is that?"

"Come on.  There is hardly a guy who wouldn't if he could."

"I guess.  Good night."  I rolled over and faced the wall.

"Now you've got me really horny."

I chuckled.  "So, do what you usually do."

He moved in his bed.  I looked over and he was looking at me.  "You can
hear?"

"Come on, it's not like you're a stealth jerker."  I smiled.  "Everyone
makes a little noise."

"I never hear you."

"That's because I do it mostly when you're on your dates or at the house.
I can't very well do it when you're hear."

"Because I'll hear you," he said.

"No, because you'd see me rolled into a ball sucking myself off," I said
and laughed.

He laughed.  "I hate you."  Neither of us spoke.  Then he said, "Can you
really?"

"We should stop talking about this because now you're making me horny."

"So be horny.  I'm horny as hell."  We lay in bed not speaking for a while.
I found the silence uncomfortable.  "Are we buddies?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'd say we are," I said, looking toward him.

"So I can tell you something.  Just between you and me."

"Yeah, I guess."

"My buddy who could suck his own cock," he said and then said nothing.  "He
sucked mine.  I mean if you're going to suck your own dick, why not your
buddies?  Right?"

"Probably a lot of guys do that with friends," I said.  My heart was
pounding.  Was he going to ask me to suck his cock?  What would I say?  "I
mean, if he sucked his own I guess sucking yours,"

He interrupted.  "We sucked each others."

"Like I said, I'm sure a lot of guys do that with friends."  My cock was
throbbing.

"Have you?"

"Sucked a guys cock?  No.  I never really had a good enough friend, I
guess."

A long silence.  I sat up and looked at him.  "Are you still friends with
him?"

"Yeah, he's like my best bud."  Silence.  "You won't tell anyone, will
you?"

"Absolutely not.  Like I said, I'm sure a lot of guys do it and I'm sure I
would have if I had a good enough friend."

"Because, like him, you can suck your own."

I chuckled.

Moments later I heard him masturbating.  I rolled over, with my back to him
and began stroking my cock.  I was close almost immediately.

"You're not all that quiet yourself," he said.

"Neither are you."

I heard his breathing quicken.  It seemed louder this time.  Seconds later,
I shot a huge load into my briefs.  I heard him pulling his underwear off.
I did the same.  We both sat up and tossed them toward our closets.

We were up early, in the shower and dressed to head to the commons for
breakfast.  He and I sat together.  "I need to check in," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"With what I told you last night.  You're cool with that."

"Is it true?  I mean you just didn't say it to get me to say whether or not
I can give myself head?"

He stared at me.  "I'm not like that, but I get it.  Yeah, it's true. I
swear."

"I'm absolutely fine with it."  He stared at me and then nodded.  I said,
"And yes I can suck my own cock."

He stared at me and then smiled.  "Damn, you are so lucky.  I wish I could
do that."

I smiled.  "Do what?  Suck my cock?"

"You're funny.  So, where do you go for these yoga sessions?" he said and
smiled.

The next ten days were stressful.  Studying for our first set of finals.  I
had done very well on my midterms, but these were finals.  Each night we
studied until late.  Each night we climbed into bed and each night we
jerked off.  I found it extremely exciting and wished I could watch him.  I
couldn't stop thinking about what he told me and wondered if he thought
anymore about my flexibility.  I wondered if he'd want to watch me suck my
dick, but I was too afraid to ask.

Finals were over.  Hunter headed to Fresno.  I got a ride to San Jose and
then flew to LA.  My dad picked me up.  Being home for Christmas was okay.
One of my sisters, Amy, dropped out of college and got a job selling
costume jewelry at a department store.  She now had a boyfriend who seemed
to be a real jerk.  My other sister, Sarah, had transferred to Cal State
University Northridge.  She was majoring in biology and had plans on going
to school so she could work as a crime scene lab tech.  She also had a
boyfriend who seemed like a nice guy.  Everyone was over for Christmas
dinner, which was uneventful.  But what was interesting was that for the
first time I noticed that the twins were at odds with each other and my mom
sat silently.  Clearly, they didn't like each other's boyfriends.

I called Coach Wilson.  He invited me over for dinner.  I met his partner,
Gary.  He was a really nice guy and very athletic looking.  We talked about
being at Stanford.  That's where they met.  They went their separate ways
after graduation and then met again and became partners.  They had been
together for over fifteen years.  They asked if I was out with my family or
at Stanford.  I told them I wasn't.  Gary encouraged me to go to LGBT
meeting and get to know other gay men.  I wasn't sure I was ready.  "You're
not that skinny prepubescent boy anymore.  You're a man who deserves
respect," The Coach said.

I flew back north and took a van to Palo Alto.  I hung out with a few of
the guys on the floor that I was becoming friends with.  Derek lived a few
doors down.  Another guy named Sam.  And there was this really cool guy
whose parents were originally from a small town outside of Amsterdam,
Netherlands and had come to California when he was ten years old.  His name
was Bastian, which he said is a derivative of Sebastian.  I thought he was
one of the hottest guys on the floor.  He was blond, blue-eyed, about my
height, smooth all over (even shaved his pubes), thin but defined with a
nice set of abs, great ass and an uncut cock that hung like mine did.  What
I thought was really cool was that he had this great tattoo of a dragon on
his side.  The other thing that I noticed was that when all the guys would
head to the bathroom in the morning or night to shower, they'd be wrapped
in a towel until they pulled it off to step into the shower.  Then they'd
dry off in the shower and wrap their towel around themselves.  Bastian
pulled off his towel as soon as he entered the bathroom and then shaved,
brushed his teeth, went to the shower and didn't put his towel back on
until he was about to step out of the bathroom.  Soon I began doing the
same.

Of all the guys on the floor, he was the one who I found the most
interesting and he and I were becoming good friends.  His father was some
big computer guy and Bastian was majoring in engineering.

During finals, I heard a couple of guys commenting on him being comfortable
walking around naked and John, Bastian's roommate, said, "Yeah, well, I
know for sure that he's is straight.  It's just that European thing.  You
know how they are.  Besides, if I looked like him, I'd walk the campus
naked."

I told Bastian about it.  He laughed.  "When I go back to visit my
grandparents and cousins for the summers, my cousins and I go to the beach
and every one is naked.  If you go to a sauna the men and the women use the
same one and they are all naked.  It's Americans who are weird about being
naked.  And who said I am straight?"

"John," I said.  I felt butterflies in my stomach.

"He's stupid.  I don't think like that.  I am me.  He says that because I
was dating Cathy.  Tomorrow I might date her brother."  He looked at me and
smiled.  "I do what I want with who I want to do it with.  You don't think
like them."

"No," I said.

"No, I mean, I know you don't.  My parents don't get the way Americans are
so uptight about sex and nudity."

I did really well my first quarter at Stanford, so I wasn't as nervous as I
was then.  Everyone, even I was proud of me.

Hunter returned.  Classes started.  He said he did well, but could have
done better.  "A lot to juggle with pledging," he said.

I asked him about his holiday.  He said it wasn't what he had hoped for.
He and his girlfriend broke up.  Actually, she broke up with him.  He said
he expected it but it was still hard.  And his best friend, the
self-sucker, was busy with his girlfriend almost every night.  I wondered
if he was referring to him not being around as a friend or as someone to
have sex with.  I didn't ask.

Even though he wanted to do better with grades, it seemed that he was
hanging out a lot more with his frat brothers and drinking more often.

Bastian, Sam and I had a class together.  That was nice.  Bastian joined me
at the yoga club.  He did better than he thought he would do.  He and I
started studying together and eating meals together.  That quarter was
turning out to be much better in terms of making friends, than the last
quarter.  Coach Wilson told me, "It takes time.  You'll find guys who you
want to be friends with."

Bastian had asked a girl out that he was very interested in.  He had talked
about her but thought she might not go out with him.  I couldn't imagine
anyone turning him down.  She accepted.  He was very excited.  He talked
about it a lot and wondered where to take her.  I knew who she was and
thought she was very pretty and seemed nice.

I spent the evening hanging around the dorm.  Hunter was at the frat house.
At one o'clock in the morning, someone knocked on my door.  I jumped up and
stumbled to the door, still asleep.  After I opened it I realized that I
had an erection and it was bulging in my boxer briefs.

"Sorry, Jordan," Bastian said.  "I didn't mean to bother you.  I thought
maybe you were studying."  He started to walk away.

"Is something wrong?"

I hadn't jerked off.  I sometimes wake up with a hard on at night.  I
always wake up with a hard on in the morning. When he woke me I had a
raging hard on.  I noticed him glancing down.

"I'm sorry," he said.  `I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"No," I said, pressing my cock against my stomach.  "Bastian, come back.  I
was asleep but I'm up now.  Hunter won't be back tonight."

"I just have to talk to someone.  You're the one I thought of."

"Cool, what's up?"  I turned on my light.

He stepped into my room.  I got back in my bed and covered up.

"I interrupted," he said.

I felt my face blush.  "No, ah, I really was asleep.  I woke up with a
boner."

"Yeah, I do that all the time."

"What's up?" I asked.

"This is stupid," he sounded upset.  He sat at my desk, facing me.

I sat up in bed, turning toward him and put my pillow over my lap.

"You've seen my cock. Right?" he asked.

I was surprised by his question and not sure why he was asking.  "Yeah,
sure," I said confused.  "Why?"

"We were making out.  I was really turned on.  I think she was turned on.
I mean when I touched her pussy it was wet."

"Sounds like it was going good."

"I undid my pants.  I had a boner.  She put her hand on it.  Then she
looked down at it and took her hand away.  I kept touching her, but I could
tell something changed."

"It scared her?  She thought you're too big," I said smiling.  "I mean you
look like you're hung."

He said, "She said, I don't like uncircumcised guys.  It's too weird.  She
said my cock is weird because it's uncircumcised.  What is it with these
girls?"

"Girls.  This happened with other girls?

"In high school.  Same thing happened.  It's so fucked up."

"Damn," I said.  "You're kidding me.  What difference would it make to
them?"

"She said it looks weird and someone told her that you get yeast infections
from guys with foreskin."

"What a stupid thing to say."

"First, it's not true.  Second, I don't fuck without a condom on.  Third, I
don't fuck stupid girls."

"Damn, I'm sorry."

"Americans are weird about sex, really weird.  When I graduate, I'm going
back to The Netherlands."

"I'm sorry.  If I were a girl, I'd let you fuck me," I said smiling.

He stared at me and then smiled.  "See you're weird about sex too."

I blushed.

"I'm kidding," he said.  "I haven't let anyone fuck me either."

"Ah ha, so you're weird about sex, too," I said smiling but feeling
nervous.

He chuckled.  "I just haven't met the right guy."

I smiled.  "Me neither, but I'd fuck you even though you have skin."

He smiled.  "That's big of you."  Then he laughed.  "I saw that bulge in
your underwear."  I chuckled.  "You still hard?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's not going away."

"Can I see it," he said smiling.  "Or is that weird."

My face felt like it was on fire.  "It's not weird I guess."  I started to
move my pillow.  "But it's weird to whip it out while you're sitting there
dressed."

"You are weird about sex," he said.  He stood up.  Undid his pants and
pulled out his cock and got himself hard while I watched.  I had never seen
a hard cock, other than my own, in real life.  I watched it go from soft to
hard.  He did it with such comfort and I was so turned on and so nervous
that I felt like I could start shaking.  He moved closer to me, turned
sideways and pushed his hips forward and then pulled back the foreskin.
"Have you seen many uncut cocks?"

"No," I said.  He was about seven inches or more.  My mouth watered.  I
wanted to fall down on my knees and take him deep into my throat.

I pulled the pillow from my lap and stood up.  My legs felt weak.  I pulled
down my boxer briefs.  My cock was rock hard and pulsing.

"You're bigger than me," he said.  "And thicker, but our balls are the
same."  He sounded so calm.  He pulled his cock up against his stomach and
then pulled his scrotum forward.  I did the same.

"I don't think your cock looks weird."

He smiled and pressed his cock back into his pants.  "I'm going to go to
the bathroom and jerk off."

"Why can't you jerk off in your room?" I asked.

"John thinks it's weird.  On night, I was in my bed jerking off and he got
up and said that when I was done I should tell him.  He went to the
lounge."

I laughed.  "Americans," I said.  I sat on my bed, but didn't cover myself.

"Are you offended by a guy jerking off?" he asked.

"No.  If I tell you this, you can't tell anyone."  He nodded.  "Only
because of guys like John."  He nodded again.  "Hunter jerks off in his bed
and I jerk off in mine.  I mean the lights are off and he's all covered.
But I can hear him and he says he hears me."

"So as long as you can't see him and he can't see you.  That's okay?"

"No," I said.  "I wouldn't care if I saw him or he saw me, but I think it
would bother him."

"So you want to jerk off with me?"

"In the bathroom?  No, but if you want to do it here, I'll join you."

He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks.  He pulled his sweater
and shirt off.  His chest looked incredible Ð smooth, defined, tight
abs.  Then off came his pants and underwear.  "Can I sit on your bed?"

"Make yourself comfortable," I said, moving so he could sit beside me.
There were thousands of butterflies in my stomach.  My arms were almost
shaking.  We both sat on my bed, our backs against the wall.  He moved his
leg, it touch mine.  He began stroking his cock.  I began stroking mine,
but not hard.  I was close already.

"I've jerked off with guys in The Netherlands, even two of my cousins.
Over there jerking off is very natural."

"Have you ever jerked off with a guy here?" I asked.

"No, guys here think it's weird.  Have you?"

"No," I said.  "I've thought about it, but like you said, guys are weird
about it."

He kept stroking.  I felt lightheaded.  My cock felt like it was going to
burst it was so hard.  He was stroking hard.  "She really pissed me off.
She's going to tell other girls."  He stopped stroking his cock and pressed
if forward from the base and said, "Do you think it looks weird."

"No, not at all," I said staring at his beautiful cock.  He pulled the skin
back and forth.  I noticed him staring at mine.  I pressed it forward for
him to see.  "Very nice," he said.

"Bastian, she's stupid and any girl who won't go out with you because
you've got an uncut cock is stupid.  Why would you want to go with them?  I
mean would you not go out with a girl because she had small tits."

"Yes," he said.  Then he laughed.  I laughed.  He started laughing harder.
"That was funny.  Yes."  He nudged me with his shoulder.  "I've gone out
with girls with small tits.  What about you?"

"I haven't dated."

"Really?  Why not?  You're a really good-looking guy.  You have a great
body and your cock is awesome."

I chuckled.  "I'm kind of shy and never asked anyone out.  Now, I think I
want to just focus on school."

He looked at me.  "I'm probably not going out for a while.  We can hang
out."

"That's cool.  We can do yoga."

"And this, if you want?  And I'm getting close," he said.  "Are you close?"

"Yeah." I said.

"Okay, you go first.  I love watching guys shoot."

I began stroking hard.  It didn't take long.  "I'm going to shoot," I said.
He moved forward so he could better see.  I stroked faster.  I moaned and
cum exploded from my cock.  It hit my face twice.  Then I pulled my cock
close to my stomach and wet my chest.  "Fuck," I moaned.  "Big load."

"Oh man that's so hot."  He sat back.  "Look at me, I'm close.  I like
being watched."

"Go for it," I said.

"I like that you hit your face.  Watch this."  He stroked hard.  Then he
leaned forward and opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.  Cum hit his
face and shot into his mouth and onto his chin.  Then he sat back and kept
coming.

He looked at me.  "That was a big load too," I said.  "You got it in your
mouth."

He licked his lips.  "I'm trying to blow your mind."

"Not happening yet," I said.  I ran my finger over my cheek where there was
cum and then over my chest.  I gathered a big glob of cum and then ran my
finger over my tongue.

He smiled.  "Maybe you're not weird."

I laughed and grabbed my briefs and wiped myself clean.

"Can I use this to wipe up?" he said grabbing my cum wet briefs.

I got up.  "I can give you a clean tee shirt or boxers."

"Forget it."  He wiped his chest, his fingers and his cock.  He dressed.  I
stayed naked.  "You know something.  You're weird like me and that's cool,
really cool."

"You're cool too."

He left.  I picked up my briefs to toss them into my laundry bag.  They
were wet to my hand.  I looked at them.  My face tingled when I brought my
briefs to my face and took a deep breath.  Chills ran through my body.

Bastian and I became a lot better friends as the quarter continued.  I
found myself feeling attracted to him, but felt scared too.  Although he
was comfortable jerking off with guys, he was clearly attracted to girls.
I thought about that night often but hadn't suggested we do it again and
neither had he.  At least not for a while.



Thank you for reading along.

dannyd