Boys Smoke Then Suck Pt 3

I enjoy having a mouth on my cock and I don’t care whether that mouth belongs to a girl or a guy. It’s sex, pure and simple.
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I woke up the next morning. It was the first time that I had a pot hangover (it would not be the last). The year was 1973, and I was a freshman in college. I thought about the events of the previous day. I had sucked two cocks, roommates, Michael and Carl, and I had enjoyed it. Was I gay?
My roommate, Alan, had heard my alarm and had woken up as well. He asked me what time it was. It was 8AM. My first class was at 9. I needed to get up, shower, eat and get to the lecture hall. Chemistry this morning. Alan said that he probably should get up as well. He threw his covers off, and I saw his morning wood tenting his boxers. Alan jumped up and put some pants on so that he could head to the men’s room. I was feeling the same way, but I needed to hit the shower as well. After Alan ran out of the room, I got up, took off my boxers, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me and headed down the hall.
Pissing in the morning with a hard on takes a little time, but eventually the stream starts. I relieve my self and head over to the other side of the bathroom for the shower stalls. I walk around the corner and see Michael just removing his towel before walking into his stall. He smiles and says hello. I say hi back, and promptly remove my towel and enter my stall. Michael lingered outside long enough to get a glimpse of my naked body. I...