My initial story told of my first experience with another man. "My Cross Country Adventure" detailed my evening with Walt, the elderly gentlemen who picked me up while hitchhiking and taught me a great deal.
This story tells of my further explorations in this way of life. One thing I should have mentioned at the top of the last story was that these events happened in the late 70's; a time when there were far fewer health concerns than there are today.
I encourage you to read the previous story, but it is NOT necessary in order to be able to read and hopefully enjoy this one. Don't be put off by the 3 pages, as the last page is only one paragraph. Thanks!
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1. College.
After making my way out to my brother's place in Wisconsin without any further problems, I made the necessary arrangements for school and then investigated the area around Milwaukee. I was still reeling from my incredible evening with Walt, and I was unsure about exactly what I was.
I had always been attracted to girls, and those feelings were still there. Men were another thing. I had never been attracted to men, or so I had thought. Yet, the more I thought about it, the more often I remembered looking at other guys changing in the locker room at school.
I also remember the couple of times I got stuck taking a shower when the gym teacher would insist upon everyone doing so. He even took roll call as you went in, as if you could work up a sweat standing around for a half hour waiting to take a couple of swings at a softball.
Those times were hell, especially when I realized how shortchanged I was in the penis department. When I saw those guys walking around with their cocks swinging I covered myself up as best I could and took the shortest shower imaginable, followed by a quick exit to get my underwear on at top speed. The humiliation was unbearable. Mind you that people never said anything, probably because they didn't get a good look, but just the same I dreaded it. I took no measurements, but I sure did peek, and I never saw any guy with a smaller dick than mine.
This had a great effect on my love life, as you might guess. I got a hand job from a girl once, and she didn't say anything bad, but she probably wasn't all that excited because we stopped seeing each other after that.
From then on, I figured that I needed to find a very innocent girl; one who hadn't seen very many men before. Marry her before she knew how she was getting cheated, and live happily ever after.
After being with Walt and seeing how little importance he placed on the size of my dick, however, I started to think that just maybe I had been looking in all the wrong places for love and affection.
I recalled that evening often and how much I enjoyed holding another man's cock; how good it felt and how erotic is was for me. The fact that Walt was so well developed had frightened me at first, but that became a source of excitement as the night went on. When he ended up taking me, the pain was intense but so were the thrilling feelings that came with it. I lost track of how many times I got myself off during the ensuing weeks just thinking about it.
2. Changing myself.
One thing that came of that night was my desire to get into better shape. The sight of me naked in the mirror in all my pudgy glory made me determined to get in condition. I took to running around the campus, and while it was tough at first, once the weight started coming off it became easier. I lost the 25 pounds I was aiming for plus a few more. Now when I stood naked in front of the mirror I looked a lot more presentable without my pot belly.
Another thing that had always bothered me was my hair, or lack thereof. I had no hair on my chest, and my legs had only the lightest dusting on the insides of my lower calves. I could probably have easily counted the few hairs under my arms, and the little tuft around my dick was next to nothing. I didn't have to shave my face more than once a week either.
The decision took a long time to make, but the actual shaving didn't take more than five minutes. When I got finished, the only hair on my body was on the top of my head and my eyebrows. Everywhere else was smooth as silk.
My reflection in the mirror was a jolt at first, but the more I looked, the more I liked what I saw. Besides, the absence of hair around my dick made it look bigger. Well, maybe not bigger, but at least you could see all of it now.
After admiring the new me looking back from the mirror, and recalling Walt and that night, a few seconds of pulling on my dick got it hard, and so I began to jerk myself off. I looked at my reflection in the glass as I did, and only the acorn shaped head of my dick was visible with my hand wrapped around it. Nothing to be done about that, I thought to myself as my fist began sliding up and down my dick harder.
Better to finish this in the shower, I thought to myself, and as I stood in the warm spray and rinsed the remnants of the shaving cream off my body, I brought myself to a nice orgasm, all the time thinking about Walt and the incredible things we did together.
3. The mixer.
I saw flyers posted around campus for a mixer being thrown by the gay and lesbian alliance and took note of the time and date. It certainly seemed like a possible way to meet a guy, since at least you didn't have to worry about whether someone was gay or not if they were there.
I dressed neatly but casually in the new clothes I had been forced to buy with my weight loss. Wearing 32 waist jeans was something I hadn't done since I was 12, and I looked okay in them, although stuffing a sock down in front might have helped the look a bit.
Outside the place that the mixer was being held, I watched as people went in. Most of them just walked right in without a care, while I stood outside trying to make sure no one saw me go in. Finally, after walking past the door for the umpteenth time, I turned abruptly and bolted in.
Inside there were about 100 people standing around talking and listening to the records a guy was playing over in the corner. A girl asked me my name and promptly slapped a big smiley face sticker with TIM written on it in big bold letters. I got a drink and wandered around the room, trying to figure out what to do next.
"Having fun yet... Tim?" a tall husky guy said as he came up to me from the side. I had already heard his distinctive voice rising above the din earlier, and now I saw the face connected with the voice.
"Not yet, but I'm hoping to uh...," I offered lamely while looking at his name tag. "Doc," I said while finally finishing the sentence.
"Well, at least you still have hope," Doc bellowed with a boisterous laugh. "Most of the rest of us here have no hope. I'm sort of the chairman of this sordid group, and it's my fault you're standing here in this wake. I know you don't come here often, because I would have remembered."
"No, it's my first time."
"Dear."
"Excuse me?" I asked in confusion.
"Deer. You look like a deer caught in the headlights."
"Oh! Sorry."
"No, please don't apologize," Doc said. "I love the shy and innocent type."
"That's me I guess. I don't even know if I should be here or not."
"Why? Are you FBI or something?" Doc chuckled.
"No, I'm just confused about who I am, or what I am," I finally said.
"Join the club Timmy. You don't mind me calling you Timmy do you?" Doc asked and continued without waiting for me to answer. "Most everybody here is confused, and the ones that say they aren't confused are liars. College is a time for figuring things out, and getting to do it on the folks dime is a bonus."
