To myself be true

During my junior year in college I did a semester abroad in Barcelona. I stayed in a group housing arranged by the college, three other guys in a small apartment. My roommate was Gary from Pennsylvania.  Gary had the habit of walking around only in underwear. His dick in a hammock. I don't know why, or where it came from, but I wanted to grab his dick, and kiss it and put it in my mouth. From time to time he would come over to me and rub his dick in my face.  I got hard and he would hold my face with his hands and rub his dick in my face without taking off his underwear. 

It was raining one night, pretty hard, and Gary came over to my bed and got in with me. He did not have on his underwear and pretty soon his dick was rubbing up against me. He held me by my shoulders and rubbed himself up and down my butt cheeks. I opened my legs for him to find my butthole and just as quick he was shoving himself inside me. What I remember is enjoying it, his hot body against me, his dick in me.  The only thing missing was kissing.

Gary got done, and told me I had a tight asshole. After that night Gary was always getting in my bed with me. There was just about the same anal sex as there was oral sex, and there was a lot of kissing after a while. My semester abroad was my semester of discovery.  After I returned home, with stories about how much I had learned, I went back to my college where things were a lot different. I wasn't able to find someone to hook up with and went on to get married and have a family.

I have two kids now with a woman who wears the pants and runs the family. In the vernacular, she's masculine, a veterinarian and she earns the money.  I don't mind being a househusband. I have part time job working for a preschool. You can imagine the sorts of men I like being around. Men like Gary come to mind.