and asked if I could come in.
Ten minutes later, we were making out.
He pulled back and gazed deep into my eyes. "You wanna get crazy?" he said.
"Are you sure?"
His dorm room was done in Neo-Harem Love Den style. He'd surrounded the posts on the bunk bed with tapestry-print cotton sheets so that you had to climb into the bed as if through curtains.
And so there I was having sex! Or rather, I was about to. He was putting on the equipment. I was trying not act afraid not of sex, of his incredibly enormous cock. I had handled approximately nineteen penises in my nineteen years, and this was by far the largest I had ever seen. It was as big around as my wrist and as long as a Harlequin romance novel. In fact, it was about the same size as the American Heritage Dictionary paperback edition, only of course it wasn't as wide.
"Well," I thought. "It's supposed to hurt." I started doing my deep breathing exercises that I'd perfected for my visits to the gynecologist.
The gynecologist warns you.
"Um, excuse me?"
"Ahem, um, I mean, are you enjoying yourself?"
Trying not to keep from laughing.
Ten minutes later neither of us had come and I was confessing.
"Oh. Well, I kind of wondered why your initial reaction was so strong."
"Well, what do you think?"
"Well, all I can think is, 'Is that all it is'?"
He laughed a good laugh. "Yep. That's all it is." Guys seem kind of skittish about virgins, but he got a good kick out of learning me the ropes I didn't tell him what I had or hadn't done already, and he didn't ask.