We shared a blissful three weeks before we realized we had nothing in common except an overwhelming desire for each other’s bodies.īefore he and I began to sleep together, we showed obvious signs of our mutual attraction.
He was the first man I ever slept with, and being with him was the most joyous experience I had known. I was not out to these friends, so my sense of freedom in the dorm was limited to my new best friends’ rooms, one of which was next door and the other across the hall.Ī few weeks into my freshman year, I began sleeping with one of those best friends, Brenden, the one who lived across the hall. Numerous friends from high school were also attending UIC, and three of them were living one floor beneath me in my dorm. My freshman year was also the year that I came out as gay to my closest friends, all of whom were brand new friends, friends I met and lived with in the dorm. The dorm was on the west side of campus, several blocks from the main campus, and the hundred or so freshman and sophomore students who resided in my dorm building were relatively isolated as a community during evenings and weekends. I lived in a dormitory my freshman year at the University of Illinois at Chicago.
