Awkward. That’s the word that describes my first time with another guy. And an experience that I won’t forget. We didn’t have the benefit of role models, the internet or even soft porn that might have made the encounter somewhat enjoyable.We were just two sixteen year olds who ended up in bed together … and it was a twin bed.We had been roughhousing earlier that day. Matt later would claim that he noticed I was aroused during the play where we were pushing each other as we headed down a hill. I still don’t believe that I was. And I am pretty sure that he pushed me first.But let me set the scene. We were both attending a summer session at a fairly well regarded university having been selected for what was called an Advanced Placement Program for high school students who had completed their junior year. My first time being own my own. I did know a girl from my neighborhood who was also attending but I didn’t know her well. We met up a few times in the dining hall. And I was supposed to meet up an 80 year old aunt of a neighbor who lived not far from campus.I was lucky to get assigned a single room whereas Matt was sharing his room with another guy.I remember four of us hanging out together during the day. I don’t remember what we were doing but we were all in different classes. I had a calculus class every morning and then a computer programming class later in the morning or early afternoon. Since we were in the same dorm, we sometimes met up to walk to the dining hall.It must have been several weeks into the session as Matt announced that he needed a place to sleep that night as his roommate was bringing a girl up to his room. There was only one resident assistant on the floor and his roommate had already scoped out his plan. Only two of us had single rooms and Matt needed an answer. He was only looking to sleep in the lounge chair for the night. I reluctantly agreed.I really don’t believe that I was expecting anything to happen. I knew that I sort of liked guys but Matt wasn’t really my type — if I had a type back then. He was definitely nice though. I remember that he brought over his pillow and blanket for the chair. So I’m in my bed in pajamas and Matt is trying to get comfortable in the chair. He said that he was fine sleeping in the chair but I couldn’t imagine him being able to sleep and after some idle banter, I know that I invited him to my bed.It was a twin bed so we were definitely close together. “Had you ever done anything with a guy?”, he asked. “No.” Matt said that he noticed I was aroused when we were roughhousing around. I denied it. Not only did I not think that I was aroused, it just seemed doubtful that anyone would notice through my pants.I wish I could tell you that we had a sensual time exploring each other’s bodies and kissed passionately — but it wasn’t sensual or passionate. And we didn’t kiss. Once I was out of my pajamas, we did some basic exploration — he had the same familiar parts. He suggested a position that I later learned to be “frottage” and we humped each other to orgasm.I warned you that it was awkward. It would be several years before my next foray with a guy.