First Bi Thoughts of College Student

I know I wrote a story about my first bi experience, and thisexperience pre-dates that, but it wasn’t truly a bi experience.It was just one of the things that helped me to begin thinkingabout doing something with a guy. It was the fall semester of my second year of college. I don’treally call it my sophomore year because due to my partyingin my early years, I was on the extended 6-year plan. I hada girlfriend that lived in the all girls dorm and she andI fucked pretty regularly; at least what I thought was regularlyback then. It was hard because she had a roommate, therewere visitation hours in her dorm and I lived at home andcommuted to school. This one weekend her roommate had gonehome for the weekend which left her alone in the room thatnight. I don’t know what we both had to do that day, but I didn’tgo down to see her until it was already dark so it was probablyaround 8 pm. I lucked out and found a parking spot in the parkinglot across the street and headed to her room. It was Decemberso it was cold that night and I was wearing my winter coatand kind of in a hurry to get in from the cold. As I start tocross the street, this car pulls up with a guy in it by himself.It wasn’t a very nice car so I should have suspected thiswasn’t the most reputable guy in the world. He asked me ifI could help with find a building on campus. I said sure.Instead of blocking the street, he pulled into the parkinglot and took a spot in one of the handicap spots. I walkedover to talk to him through his open, passenger door window.
He told me he was a photographer that had just moved to town.He was looking for a good place near campus to set up a studioand would be convenient to student models. I thought hesure didn’t drive a very nice car for a photographer. I toldhim I couldn’t think of too many places on the campus grounds,but there were lots of buildings adjacent to campus thatmight suit his needs. I asked him what kind of models andphotography he was into. He said he took pictures for thenice student calendars you find in the book store (He happenedto have a bunch of them spread out in the back seat of his car).I told him that must be a great job because he gets to workwith such good looking and sexy girls. He told me he alsoused guys in his calendars and he thought I would be a prettygood subject myself. Nobody had ever really told me thatbefore so I thanked him and asked him a few more questions.How much did these models get paid and when was his next project.Since the new year was coming up soon, he said he was workingon one and trying to wrap it up next week to get to the printer.Since it was primarily going to be sold at the local collegebookstore, it would be easy to distribute. He also saidthe job paid $500 if you were selected for the calendar and$200 just to pose. $200 was a lot of money in 1983 so I toldhim I would love a chance at being used in the calendar. Hetold me sure and asked me if I had time to answer a few questions,I told him I could and I got in the car with him to fill out thequestionnaire. He pulled out a generic looking form from his briefcaseand began to ask me simple questions while I sat in the frontseat. What is your name? How old are you? What is your classschedule like? There were a lot of people walking by andthey must have been wondering why two guys were sittingin the car in the parking lot. He asked me if I minded if hemoved to a more private spot, plus he said he didn’t liketaking the handicap spot. I said sure and asked him how muchlonger it would be. He said he didn’t have too much more toask me and the only questions I had left were the more personalones. So I gave him directions to a more remote parking lotthat was usually packed during the week when students hadn’tgone home for the weekend. He stopped the car but left theengine running and got the form out to finish asking me thequestions. He asked me if I had ever done any modeling beforewhich I hadn’t. He asked me if I worked out which I did regularlyand he told me it showed. I was in really good shape, but comparedto now, I didn’t have much bulk. He asked me if I was shy inthe locker room, or if I would mind wearing next to nothingin front of a group of people. He asked me if I would be embarrassedfor girls to have my picture in a speedo hanging on theirdorm walls. I said none of that would bother me. Then he askedme if I had a speedo or if I would fit in a speedo. I told himI had tried it before and I didn’t fit that well, but I didn’treally explain what part of me didn’t fit. Since he wantedto know, I told him when I had tried before, I got embarrassedbecause I was with a girlfriend at a beach and I ended up gettinga hard-on and my 8” cock didn’t fit in the speedo. He kindof smiled and told him I was the kind of model he was lookingfor. He asked me how big I was and since I really hadn’t reallymeasured myself before, I couldn’t really tell him. SinceI couldn’t tell him, he asked if I would mind showing him.
I didn’t just whip my cock out at that point because I wasa little shy to be showing my dick to a stranger in the parkinglot of the dorms in the middle of the night. I kind of hum andhawed about it and since he was persisting and the potentialto make money was good, I said “What the hell”. I had alreadytaken my coat off because the heater was on , so I just raisedmy hips off the front seat and pulled my pants down a little.I wasn’t wearing underwear because I was going to see mygirlfriend in her room, so I was hoping for a night of sexand didn’t think I would need underwear. My cock fell outand even though the heat was on a little, it was still a littlecold. It wasn’t very big. He asked me if I was kidding himwhen I said it wouldn’t fit in a speedo and I told him I wasn’tkidding. He wasn’t calling me a liar, but maybe he thoughtI was exaggerating. He told me he was really going for guysthat would have a big bulge in their suits so he asked me ifI could get it harder and make it grow. Now I thought thingswere really getting weird. They were weird, but excitingat the same time. Just sitting in the car with him showinga complete stranger my cock, was making it a little bit hard.I didn’t think it would take much coaxing to get it at attention.I really wanted the money so I started fondling myself toget hard. He just sat there watching. My cock was slowlygrowing. He asked me if rubbing a little bit of lotion onit would make it get harder, faster. I knew I always usedlotion when I jacked off so I asked for some. What he gaveme I know now wasn’t really hand lotion because it was clearand in a strangely marked bottle. It was very, very slippery.I know now he gave me some lube (Guess how I learned that laterin life…). Now my dick was hard. He said I wasn’t kiddingwhen I told him I wouldn’t fit in the bathing suit. He askedif he could touch it to see how it looked from different angles.At that point, I was so horny, anybody’s hand on my cock wouldhave felt good. I told him to go ahead so he reached over andbegan kind of fondling, kind of moving my cock around. Helooked at it bent down; he looked at it flat against my stomach;he bent it to the right and he bent it to the left. He told meI had a very nice looking cock and I would be great in one ofhis calendars. I thanked him for that. I asked him if I wasgoing to have the biggest cock of his current selectionof models and he told me I was bigger than the other models,but not the biggest that would be in the process. I didn’tknow what he meant, so he told me he was talking about hiscock. He said his was bigger than mine. I hadn’t really seenmany bigger than mine, and I had never seen one bigger thanmine in person so I was very curious. He asked me if I wantedto see and I told him that would be great. He raised his hipsup and pulled his boxers down and this monstrous cock floppedout. It wasn’t even hard and it looked as big as mine. I wassort of awestruck. I asked him how big it would get when itgot hard and he told me he would show me. He took the “lotion”he had and put some on his hand and poured some over the topof his cock. He started stroking his horsedick and it startedgrowing. I was just watching in awe as he stroked his cockup and down. He told me to go ahead and rub mine because ithad gotten a little softer since I hadn’t done anythingto it in a few minutes. I started stroking and was surprisedthat I didn’t even need any more “lotion”. The lube he hadgiven me didn’t soak into my skin like hand lotion did andmy dick was still very slippery. Now if anybody would havewalked by, they would have gotten the surprise of theirlife. Here was a 19 year old, college sophomore and a 40ishmale in the front seat of a car, in the parking lot of a dorm,in the middle of the night, beating off. I have to admit itwas very, very exciting. I knew it wasn’t going to take longfor me to cum. Precum was already leaking from the tip ofmy cock. He had some leaking too. And then it happened; Ispewed about a cup of cum from my cock and it sprayed on hisdashboard and on my shirt. That must have been it for himtoo because he suddenly sprayed cum all over his hand. Hedidn’t cum as much as I did, so he must have already cum atleast once during the day I figured. After my orgasm finally ended, a little embarrassmentset in. I had cum all over myself, I was in the front seat ofa car with a stranger, and it was a guy to top it off. He waspretty cool about things as he handed me a towel from theback seat of his car to clean up with. I was still very embarrassedthough. I didn’t even notice that he took me back to wherehe picked me up and never even asked me about a place in townfor his studio again, or if I wanted to be in a calendar thatI never saw at the bookstore. I hopped out of the car and practicallyran to my girlfriend’s dorm. I guess because I did feel sobad about having done something with a guy, I wanted to dosomething with her right away. I quickly got over my guiltfeelings as I was screwing her. After I got over the initialguilt, I thought about it and the whole experience was prettyexciting and I have to admit that that same night, I had imagesof the guy’s big dick in my head as I was screwing my girlfriendfor the third time. She probably wondered how I kept goingthat night. I also have to admit, I did keep an eye out forthat car any other time I was in the dorm parking lot.