When I was a lad, I knew something was different about me, but had no clue what. When I reached puberty, I begin to discover things about myself. By the time I reach eighteen I knew I was gay.
I held these feelings strictly to myself. My family and friends were totally unaware. I was considered shy and a little backward, but nothing was ever said.
I masturbated quite a bit, which was normal for most guys my age. I think my mom may have found evidence of my masturbation, but again, nothing was ever said.
I graduated high school with honors and would attend our State University on half academic and half athletic scholarships. I was the Juniors Golf Champion at our Country Club. I was going to play for the State University golf Team.
It would be the first time I spent any time away from home other than short visits with my one of my Grannies.
I would live in a dormitory and share a room with another guy. The day I met him, I fell in love for the first time.
I was introduced to Harry Vardon who would be my roommate, and fellow member of the State University Golf Team, for the next four years. Harry was introduced to me, Ted Ray.
Harry always had a big grin on his face, while I was more on the shy side. His hearty hello and firm handshake sent cold chills through me.
"I'm sure we will get along just fine," said Harry.
A bit tongue tied, I quietly responded, "I think so too."
Harry was loud and outgoing while I was quiet and shy. Opposites do attract science says.
I found Harry like to parade around the dorm room nude with his big cock and balls swinging between his legs. It was all I could do to keep from salivating.
Harry was over six feet tall weighing a solid 185 pounds. His flaccid thick cut cock was well over six inches. I would later learn it would grow to over nine inches. To say he was well endowed would be an understatement.
Me, on the other hand, was about four inches soft, and just under six inches when fully hard.
The only place I ever bested Harry was on the golf course. I was a scratch handicap and Harry was a 2. Harry used to joke, if he ever bested me, I would have to suck his cock. Little did he know, I would suck him for nothing.
Harry was super competitive and the fact, I maintained a lower golf handicap was a challenge to him. Harry was more athletic than me, but I had something he did not. I had a superior short game that helped me overcome his obvious advantages in length and distance. An old axiom in golf is: You drive for show, but putt for dough.
Without my knowledge Harry hired a renown short game coach. By our sophomore year Harry had overcome his short game deficiencies and supplanted me as number one on the golf team.