How long have I been bisexual? Good question. For as long as I can remember, my fascination with sex involved both genders. My actual experiences as a youth, however, always involved girls, women, whatever, the female of the species. There was always a part of me that focused on the men when viewing porn. Was I projecting myself into their role, imagining myself as the cock fucking, being sucked, jacked and cumming? Or was there something else?
My early experiences were good, and while satisfying, never happened often enough to satisfy my building teenage libido. I knew I was hung better than average. No, I wasn't a porn star in the making, but I had enough confirmation with female partners. Jacking off 4 or 5 times a day wasn't cutting it, but that was the best I could do while in high school, in between the infrequent encounters with the various girls I dated. I knew there was more to sex than Rosie Palmer and her 5 sisters. I knew I had to find it.
College changed all that in a few ways. Freedom to jack off whenever I liked was restricted due to having a roommate. I learned to be quicker about it and hide the evidence, which actually led to experimentation with swallowing my own cum. I also had visual access to other guys in the dorm, day & night and in showers. While it was rare to get a "good" peek at someone in the shower, I did get a good idea about the variety of bodies and types out there. From the finely muscled to the fat & slovenly. Black, white, Asian & Latino, hung & not, cut and uncut. Needless to say, my fascination with the male form was given a boost.
There was a senior on my hall my freshman year; Steve was his name. Cool guy. We listened to Pink Floyd together, including the old stuff. I really enjoyed the friendship and attention from an older guy. I started to adjust my shower schedule to be closer to his; either leaving as he came in, or coming in as he left. Not so much to take them together, but to get a glimpse at his wonderful cock. Body-wise, he was a stud; muscled, fit, beefy in fact. One flaw, he couldn't get a tan to save his life, but the cock was what I fixated on. I longed to see it hard, but shower-flaccid was the best I got. Even so, it was easily 6 inches long, maybe 5 around, straight and gorgeous. To compare it to mine, which was about 7 long, 6 around and curved up and left, and this is when I'm hard, his had to be much more magnificent when engorged. I needed to see it. Touch it.
Talk about being obsessed. Was it love? Nahh, more like sexual curiosity, maybe a slight crush. knowing the taboo involved and not caring. I know he caught me staring once or twice and never beat the shit out of me, so maybe . . . . . but I was scared. Still, we'd hang out, mostly in his room, listening to old Floyd, the Who, vintage rock. I was a struggling guitarist and used to bring mine down and mostly massacred the music, but it was a way to distract me from staring at his ample basket and wondering. Steve had to have known I was curious. Interested was more like it, desperate at times. How could I ever make something happen? Wait for him to make the first move? Get caught staring?
Meanwhile, every day was filled with eye-candy to think about as well. The hall I lived on had one of the better showers in the building. By better, I mean it worked more often and it seemed like the guys were a bit cleaner too. I started noticing some new faces one week. OK, not just the faces, but the bodies were phenomenal. I realized that it had to be the soccer players from the first floor coming up for some reason.
"Shower's busted down below." explained a Latin hottie. "It's worth a 4 floor climb for a good shower!"
I nod back, after glancing at him. A bit slender for my taste but still a lovely example of male athleticism. After our "conversation" I tore back to the room and pulled up the soccer team roster. Yup, Miguel, a sophomore forward from New Mexico. Glancing at the others, I recalled a few using the facilities. There were one or two that I hoped would. Little did I know, but the next day, I got my wish with one.
