It was the first month of college. I had decided to go to college in Boston, Ma. Instead of staying in the home state of New Jersey. It had been the third day of classes when I first ran into him. His name was Robert, I just called him Rob. He only lived a few floors below me in the dormitory but I haven't seen him in any of my classes, which later I found out was because he was in a completely different major than my own.
We first met on the elevator, he had given me an awkward smile and I smiled back not thinking much of it. A few hours later, while I was online I found out that I had a request on Facebook from him. It turned out that he was gay. I didn't find him that attractive but I decided that since I didn't know any in the gay community here in Boston, it could be a start. I had instant messaged him and started to talk to him about how I liked the school. We talk online for about two weeks before actually meeting up and talking. I had been pulling an all-nighter to finish a paper that was due at eight in the morning the next day. It was about 2 am when I had told him to come and keep me company in the lounge. He came down and being that we were the only two people in the lounge, we decided to talk about sex.
His first question was a bit personal. He had asked me "How big is your dick?" A little stunned by the question, I had asked him to repeat the question, but my ears did not deceive me he had actually really asked me. I responded truthfully but not before making him answer his own question. After I had told him, there was an awkward exchange of looks between us. It was a look that stated I want you, but I want to respect you. Thinking back to that night, I understood why he came down that it wasn't for a hook up. I was for a relationship. Being the whore I was at the time, I was looking for just a good fuck.