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I was 21 and in college. My first bi-sexual experience was with a fellow roommate who lived with me and two other guys. We had room and board renting the upstairs in a home near the college.

One of the guys broke his arm and was taking a shower one morning. I poked my head in and asked if I could get ready for school and he said it was OK. After getting ready I figured he ought to be done so casually asked if he was having problems and he said yes he couldn't wash his back. I asked if he wanted me to and after some initial embarrassment he said I could. I washed his back, dropped the washcloth and let my hands soap up his butt. He became really antsy and asked me to stop but before I did I had noticed he had an erection. He was embarrassed about it not wanting me to see it. I asked how long it had been since he masturbated, noting that it was his right arm that was in a cast that he was trying to keep dry. He said it had been several days and hesitantly wanted to know why I wanted to know. I said that because it was his right arm in a cast that I figured it was either difficult or impossible and by now he ought to be climbing the walls. With his back still to me, I soaped up my hands and let them slide around both sides to wash his front. He didn't say anything at first because I started with his balls and then worked up and around his pubic area figuring that if he really didn't want me to do this no harm would happen. If he wanted me to continue, this round about approach would give us both some time to get used to it. Well, as soon as I touched the base of his penis he became visibly uncomfortable and wanted me to stop. I asked why and he said it was wrong so I said something like OK I'll stop just as soon as I finish washing your penis. I went straight for his head and began really working the Corona and as soon as I did, all objections went away. Moments later I did stop. He came quick! I helped dry him off and that was that.

The following weekend we were the only two not going home so had the upstairs all to ourselves. There were two bedrooms and a third room that we used for studying and just getting away. I was in their one night laying on the bed talking on the phone. He popped in did some things and then left. After hanging up he came back in, got on the bed and began talking to me about what happened a couple days before, and that after thinking about it he was really glad I finished washing him. I said that I would help him again if he was going to take a shower tomorrow. He said "why wait, I figure one good turn deserves another." It was my turn to be uncomfortable and I asked what he meant by that. He said to just lay back and he'd show me. I was already pretty much undressed, only wearing Bermuda shorts. He motioned for me to scoot over so he could reach me easier. As I was doing this he grabbed my leg and helped then began moving his hand up. I remember him veering off where he discovered I had an erection. He said something like "that didn't take long" and why didn't I get it out and he'd go back to it pretty soon. What happened next for awhile was just him touching me and asking if I liked it. I didn't get "it" out so after awhile his hand returned and he began fiddling with my pants with his good hand so I swallowed hard, took a deep breath and took over. Exposed, he stroked it a couple of times and then directed me to get undressed. Every time he touched me my penis would twitch and he found this amusing. He stopped and began stroking then after a few of these wet his thumb with my precum and rubbed the top of my penis. I couldn't lay still when he started that. His thumb action was enough to make me cum but before that happened I remember him going back and stroking the entire length of my penis. What got me off was of course when his finger rubbed the underside of my glans. I learned that if I put my hand on his leg that the intensity of my arousal became stronger, so I just clutched his thigh. I tried to reach his penis but his position made it difficult. After I came he got up as if to leave and I asked if what he just did made him horny. He said yes, so I said--well--why not sit back down and I'll "dehorn ya". I took his clothes off and the rest as they say is history.

We didn't have sex very often thereafter, maybe once every six weeks or so for the remainder of the year. It took awhile before we integrated caressing and foreplay and doing it together rather than to each other in turn, but it did happen eventually. We found this much more satisfying than always having quickies. Even though we knew about oral sex, that was the last thing to be included in what we did. After college I concentrated on girls.