A College Freshman's Journey So, before freshman year of college, I had never had sex with a guy. I had only had sex with two girls at the time, to be frank. I wasn't that big of a sexual expert or anything, but I did know that I had been attracted to guys for a while. On the first day of classes, I had an 8:00 am Government class. It was complete hell waking up that early, but I was gladly surprised when I went to class. As I'm sitting and listening to music (probably some acoustic music or something similar), this tall, semi-muscular guy with a short beard sits next to me. I was surprised for two reasons: one being the fact that there were a lot of empty seats in the lecture room, and the other being at how attractive this guy was. He had this perfect hair parted to the side, the most amazing blue eyes, and when you saw him smile I swear you'd faint. About halfway through class the role's going around and when he passes it to me, I read that his name is Jeremy. I liked his last name a lot, so I say quietly "Hey man, cool last name" (I always feel awkward meeting people). But he replies "Thanks, what's yours?" So I tell him my name's Alex and we talk about random introductory things (what major we are, where we went to high school, music, etc). Then he asks me something that really surprises me, "Hey, wanna help me move in my shit later? I have a ton to still move, and I haven't really met anyone else." I answered yes so quickly I was sure he could tell how eager I was. Later that day, I make my way to his room in freshman hall. Luckily, we live in the same building. He answers and smiles, and I felt instantly at home. We go along moving everything, from a mini fridge to a futon, from his truck parked in the parking deck across the street. When we're all finished, he says "Thanks for all your help man, how can I repay you? …and then things took a turn
