I told him that I would think about it on the way home. I would have jumped at the chance to get a blowjob from a stranger, but Jerry was my friend and I was afraid that if he sucked my dick it would destroy our friendship. If I don't like it, I will know that I'm not gay. 'There's only one way that I can find out if I'm gay,' he said. He was unsure about his sexual preferences after sprouting a hard-on while watching a gay video.

He told me far more about himself than I wanted to know. We both drank more than usual as we talked about our limited sexual experience. We finally gave up and went to a quiet bar where we could talk. One Friday night, we went to a rowdy singles bar to chase girls. We both wanted to find girlfriends, but, because there were far more men than women at our school, there was fierce competition for pussy.

Although we were too busy with our studies during the week, we went out partying every weekend. Because we had so much in common, Jerry and I really hit it off. Jerry was a farm boy like myself and Mark was a big city boy from Manhattan. When I was in college, I shared an apartment with two other eighteen year-olds.