So here it is, going into my second year of college and you guessed it: I'm still a virgin. I've come pretty close before to losing it but that's a completely different story. My name is Eric and this is the story of my first sexual experience.
It was my second year at Mission College an all male college with mostly black people. At a fairly young age I knew what I wanted to do with my life and that was to join the military so I decided to apply for the ROTC scholarship. Glory be to God, I actually got. So like I said earlier, I am sophomore in college and I'm now in a position of leadership in my ROTC unit, or battalion. The previous year, I really struggled at everything so I was determined to be at the bottom of the barrel this year. I spent all summer physically getting ready. And sure enough, I was. I was in the best shape I had ever been in. I had big plans when I got back to school and honestly some might of have been delusions of grandeur, but it was well worth it.
We had a new batch of freshman come in and they were a pretty good batch, but there was one who was a cut above the rest. He was a real fine brother that was light skinned with rippling muscles and washboard abs. He was a bit hairy but in a cute way. His name was Tre. He was a real cool down to Earth kind of dude and smart too. Looking back at it, I kind of hate myself for not realizing how fine he was in the beginning. Ironically I didn't notice him at first. I heard his name pop up around the unit and when I saw him, he seemed like he was doing great but because where on different career tracks, I never thought much of him.
Now one of the requirement for our program is a swim test that we had to pass yearly unless you received another qualification that exempted you from taking it for the rest of your time there. Now this guy was an iron duck. I kid you not. Could not swim for shit. I was one of the better swimmers in the program so he decided to come to me for help and of course I was ready willing to help him. Everyday I would get him from his room after his last class and take, or some days, drag him to the pool. I did this the entire length of the semester and somewhere along the way, he decided that he wanted to switch his career path. So I would work out with him damn near everyday. As the semester continued we grew close and the next thing you know, the semester was over.