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You might just be a queer if... Written by Duchbo
I had just turned 18 over the summer and was going to a state college for my sophomore year. I was a good swimmer but my grades were not good enough to get a scholarship so I had to attend a community college for my freshman year to get caught up on grades. The swim coach at the college had offered to let me try out for the team and I was sure I was good enough to make it.
I was assigned a room in the athletic dorm. Luck would have it that I was to room with a swimmer who was on the team already. His name is Troy and he welcomed me warmly to the room. Particularly, knowing I would be working out with the relay team he was on.
The dorm rooms were two man rooms with each set of rooms separated by a bath. Sharing the bathroom with three other guys would be a bit strange for me but I felt I could handle it. Our roommates from the other side were Jay and Kevin. They were swimmers also, and seemed to be real nice guys. I was sure I was going to like it here.
Troy helped me bring my stuff up from the car and I got most of it stowed away. Troy excused himself to take a shower and I started to take books from a box on the floor and attack them on the bookshelf above the desk. I was at this for about ten minutes when I sensed Troy come into the room. He had a towel around his head drying his hair and from where I was sitting on the chair I was eye level with the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. All I could do was stare at his equipment. He was cut with a large head. His cock was soft and hung down about five inches.
Now I was somewhat naive about sex, even at this point in my life. I had dated girls but had never got beyond feeling up a girls tits. No stink finger even. And I never gave a thought to male sex. Oh, there was the normal grab ass and such in the locker room but nothing more than that.
I was torn from my reverie by Troy asking, "Like what you see?" I didn't realize that I had been staring for several minutes. He moved closer to where I was sitting and pushed the book box aside. "Are you a queer?" he asked. I found it hard to speak and just shook my head no.
"Have you got a girl friend back home?" he asked. Again I shook my head no. "You ever had sex he asked?" Once again I, very slowly, shook my head no. "You're not too sure about this, are you?"
"Sure about what?" I asked.
"Whether you might be queer? Maybe we need to help you figure that out. I can give you a few tests that will settle the question for you. It's important for me to know if you're queer if you're going to room with me. I like to wank off occasionally and I'm not sure I want a queer watching me. Do you want to take some tests?" he asked.
I didn't really respond as I was in a state of shock over the way this was progressing. He stepped a little closer and said "The way you were looking at my cock may be just because it's the first nice cock you've seen close up. I look at cocks all the time but I don't go into a trance when I see a nice one."
I sat froze to the spot not knowing how I should respond when he grabbed my arm and lifted my hand towards his cock. "Just put you fingers around my cock. You might just be queer if it feels good to you." I did as he suggested and opened my hand to grip his cock. With it hanging down I put my fingers under it and kind of lifted it a little. "How does that feel?" he asked.
I found my voice and said "It feels alright. Much like my own but yours is bigger." I felt it start to grow and get stiffer in my grasp.
"Change your grip and put your fingers on top and just jack it a little. You'll have it full up in no time."
I did as he asked and found that I enjoyed jacking another guys cock. "You're doing alright on your queer test. Just jacking a cock doesn't make you queer but it does establish that you have queer genes. Now, I'm not queer so, I couldn't stand to take another guys cock in my hand. But that's OK. We're all made a little different. You probably have more queer genes than straight genes. That means you'll probably like to help other guys out when they're horny."
"What do you think of the test so far?" I responded that I was OK with it. "OK, time to move on a little farther with the testing. You've got me boned up and aroused so that I'm making pre-cum. See that fluid on the end of my cock? Just lean forward and lick it off. Just the end of your tongue, nice and easy."
With some trepidation I leaned forward and touched the end of his cock with my tongue. He moved my hand aside and grabbed his cock and stripped the tube on the under side to get more juice to flow. "Go ahead and taste my juice." I did so. "Does it make you sick?" I shook my head no. "You might just be a queer if you like the taste of man juice. Do you?" I nodded my head yes.
End of Part 1 (More to cum)