It was my sophomore year at a midsized university. I had accepted Jesus the year before and had quickly became involved in a church and a college youth group. For the first time in my life I was able to breath. I was putting the years of ridicule and not "fitting in" behind me now that high school was over and the painful memories were getting pushed deep down where hopefully they would stay. I had been swept up in this new found "fellowship" at youth group and was for the first time developing friendships with guys. In the name of Jesus, they accepted me...which was frightening, but at the same time, I was finally being accepted for who I wanted them to think I was. I knew I was gay, but I had got good at pushing those feeling down deep alongside the painful memories of high school. There was no way that I was going to jeopardize my acceptance with the guys by coming out. It wasn't even an option.
The summer after my sophomore year, I lived with some of my buddies and worked at the local grocery store. I was living the "straight" life. I even started dating a girl named Katy. I did my best to be the best boyfriend. She wanted to wait until she was married to have sex, so I was conveniently off the hook in the sex department.
Fall came and the fountain, as always, was the place to hang out on campus in the late summer sun to catch up with friends I hadn't seen since spring finals. Katy and I were doing OK, but I found myself to be distracted by the number of tan toned bodies walking by, and most of them belonged to guys that I was noticing. I would mentally shake my head to clear my thoughts and refocus on my friends.
There were feelings that were surfacing that I was having a hard time shaking and during the first month of classes things only got worse. I was becoming familiar with the internet and after staying in the computer lab late one night to finish a paper I realized how easy it was to find pictures of hot guys...hot naked guys...hot naked guys having sex. Hours later I left the lab blurry eyed and spent from stroking off into a urinal at least three times. Needless to say I was hooked and spent many late nights exploring this secret world of porn.
If the discovery of porn on the internet wasn't enough to distract me from being the good christian boyfriend, I also discovered a peep hole that was in a bathroom stall wall that looked down the row of urinals. Like the computer lab turned into my late night sanctuary, now the stall closest to the urinals in the library bathroom became my between class confessional. I discovered the varied world of cocks. Dark and light, cut and uncut, thick and thin, long and short, guys that shook the last drop of piss off and those that pulled on their cocks to shake it off, and the most intriguing to me were the cocks that seemed to grow while their owner stood to piss. I quickly found that I liked the ones that were long and thick and that grew while the owner was shaking that last drop of piss off. Those were the ones that kept me coming back during my next break hoping to get a glimpse of a cock that was bigger than the last one.
Looking back it was the beginning of my love/obsession with hung cock and the midsized university that I attended definitely wasn't lacking in that department. This is where the stories begin of computer labs, bathrooms, and rest areas, young guys with hung cocks that shoot huge loads.
...more to come
The summer after my sophomore year, I lived with some of my buddies and worked at the local grocery store. I was living the "straight" life. I even started dating a girl named Katy. I did my best to be the best boyfriend. She wanted to wait until she was married to have sex, so I was conveniently off the hook in the sex department.
Fall came and the fountain, as always, was the place to hang out on campus in the late summer sun to catch up with friends I hadn't seen since spring finals. Katy and I were doing OK, but I found myself to be distracted by the number of tan toned bodies walking by, and most of them belonged to guys that I was noticing. I would mentally shake my head to clear my thoughts and refocus on my friends.
There were feelings that were surfacing that I was having a hard time shaking and during the first month of classes things only got worse. I was becoming familiar with the internet and after staying in the computer lab late one night to finish a paper I realized how easy it was to find pictures of hot guys...hot naked guys...hot naked guys having sex. Hours later I left the lab blurry eyed and spent from stroking off into a urinal at least three times. Needless to say I was hooked and spent many late nights exploring this secret world of porn.
If the discovery of porn on the internet wasn't enough to distract me from being the good christian boyfriend, I also discovered a peep hole that was in a bathroom stall wall that looked down the row of urinals. Like the computer lab turned into my late night sanctuary, now the stall closest to the urinals in the library bathroom became my between class confessional. I discovered the varied world of cocks. Dark and light, cut and uncut, thick and thin, long and short, guys that shook the last drop of piss off and those that pulled on their cocks to shake it off, and the most intriguing to me were the cocks that seemed to grow while their owner stood to piss. I quickly found that I liked the ones that were long and thick and that grew while the owner was shaking that last drop of piss off. Those were the ones that kept me coming back during my next break hoping to get a glimpse of a cock that was bigger than the last one.
Looking back it was the beginning of my love/obsession with hung cock and the midsized university that I attended definitely wasn't lacking in that department. This is where the stories begin of computer labs, bathrooms, and rest areas, young guys with hung cocks that shoot huge loads.
...more to come
