It was very late at night and the dorm floor was quiet. Most students had gone home for Thanksgiving break but I did not have far to go so spent an extra day at school. I had transferred to a large midwestern state university after having spent my first year at a small engineering school and realizing I was not cut out to be an engineering student. Now here I was lying naked in a narrow dorm bed with my roommate never having even fantasized about having sex with another male.
Charlie was in some ways a quintessential effete Easterner. He was short, slender, had blond hair and studied classical Greek and Latin but he was not really effeminate. Sometime ago, he told me and another of our friends that he was gay and my only reaction at the time was to say, "Gee, that must make it difficult for you in the shower after gym." He laughed and admitted that it was.
This night as we lay in our own beds, we started talking about growing up in our different places, me in a small, midwest, very homogenous town and he from a large city with all its various diversities. Charlie had never come on to me in any way but then, out of the blue, for as I said I had never thought about having sex with a male, I asked him, "Do you want to do anything?"
He looked at me, "Yes, if you do."
I was still a virgin which not realy unusual in the late sixties. I'd touched a girl friend's breasts but that was it. I got up and moved to his bed. I had read novels that described love making between women and men, so I crouched over him and somewhat mechanically and hurriedly, I kissed him and then quickly moved down his body.
"Wait, wait. Not so fast." He drew me up to him, "Have you done this before?"
