I was on a site for swingers at the time, and after a few drinks one evening I just thought, 'Don't knock it until you try it. He did all the work. I didn't finish because it felt, well, awkward. It was okay I guess, but I didn't feel comfortable having a guy doing it.
A few weeks later I was bored and horny and a little stoned so I called him. He invited me over to his place to watch porn with him and his roommate. It wasn't long before we were all in bed having a threesome. I'm happily married to a woman now, but I'm glad I did that back then.
I thought I was straight. The irony was crazy as he was a really loud-mouthed, in your face linebacker on the field, but now in my arms he was a tame, insecure man wanting to be cuddled and loved. I had seen the look, the silence, many times and it always led to acceptance, although often guilt and shame were their first emotions. You are bisexual or a cocksucker. You sucked, rather eagerly may I add, my cock.
For the record, it was not the military academy, the one located over the Hudson River outside New York City, but it was a military academy. As this is a work of fiction, it matters not which one it was, but if there are other graduates of this institution, they might recognize the location based on some of the incidents. Not trouble with my studies which were going well, nor trouble settling in and making friends. My trouble was purely financial, I was spending money on textbooks and food at a rate that could not continue for long, I had to get a part time job I was speaking to a gay friend, Mark about the possibility of getting a barman's job but he wasn't hopeful.