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Here in the Erotic Stories section of the forums, the subtitle says make-believe stories and discussions about large penises. At some point I do want to make up some characters but I have had an interesting life and enjoy sharing personal experiences.
Previously I have written about my college life adventures when I lost my virginity in a big way. I just finished sharing the story of falling in love with a guy who has the smallest penis I have ever seen on an adult, but to change things up I wrote it from his viewpoint based on things he told me during our time together. I also have an ongoing thread that I will continue adding to about my longtime best friend and I becoming fuck buddies a few years ago.
This new series begins when I was in my first year of college. I had to pay my way through school because my mom struggled to make ends meets when my dad died at a young age when I was only 7. She worked hard to provide for us. I did receive some grant money but I had to make up the difference myself.
As this story begins I am 18. I have just moved from home to a college dorm. I grew up living in an outer suburb that was almost like being in the country, but without farms. The college was in the city and as a shy kid I was thrust into a crowd whether on campus or anywhere surrounding it. Like many boys I had the locker room experience, seeing boys my age nude from 7th grade on until I could opt out of gym class after 10th grade. Many boys take pride in being hung in front of their peers. I just felt different.
One day on the student bulletin board near the cafeteria I was looking at all kinds of flyers about things going on around campus, events off campus, and some postings for jobs. I had just gotten settled into my dorm room, learned my way around campus and my next move was to start looking for work to be able to start paying my way. I noticed a flyer saying the art department was hiring males and females to pose nude for a variety of drawing, painting, and sculpture classes. The pay was better than any job I could get in a restaurant or store. The idea of being naked in front of a room full of people scared the shit out of me but I knew it was the best way to make enough money to pay the bills.
Before I could talk myself out of it I headed to the Fine Arts Building and looked up,the office of the woman who coordinated the models for the art department. Before I knew what was happening she was writing down all my info and gave me a schedule, starting the very next day.
The rest of that day I was nervous as hell and had regretted that I had agreed to take off my clothes in front of a bunch of people but I had always been a person to keep my promises so I would not allow myself to back out of it. The next day I had a class and after lunch I was to report back to the model coordinator. My nerves prevented me from eating so I just wandered around for an hour.
I arrived in the art department a half hour before class as requested. The coordinator took me down the hall to a huge studio space and introduced me to the instructor whose class I would be posing for. She told me no to worry about being new to modeling and told me she would help me with poses and let me know when to hold still, when to break, etc. She asked me to go behind a curtained area and completely undress and then to put on the robe the coordinator had asked me to bring and wait for her yo call me.
Behind the curtain my knees were shaking and I was feeling like I could be sick. When I was nude I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the wall. I had nothing to be ashamed of. I was considered nice looking. I stood 5'11" and had a good physique in spite of not being athletic. By age 18 I knew I was well hung compared to most guys and that was something many boys envied and girls admired. Suddenly, the instructor called me so I quickly put on my robe and walked out. It was show time!!!
To be continued...
Previously I have written about my college life adventures when I lost my virginity in a big way. I just finished sharing the story of falling in love with a guy who has the smallest penis I have ever seen on an adult, but to change things up I wrote it from his viewpoint based on things he told me during our time together. I also have an ongoing thread that I will continue adding to about my longtime best friend and I becoming fuck buddies a few years ago.
This new series begins when I was in my first year of college. I had to pay my way through school because my mom struggled to make ends meets when my dad died at a young age when I was only 7. She worked hard to provide for us. I did receive some grant money but I had to make up the difference myself.
As this story begins I am 18. I have just moved from home to a college dorm. I grew up living in an outer suburb that was almost like being in the country, but without farms. The college was in the city and as a shy kid I was thrust into a crowd whether on campus or anywhere surrounding it. Like many boys I had the locker room experience, seeing boys my age nude from 7th grade on until I could opt out of gym class after 10th grade. Many boys take pride in being hung in front of their peers. I just felt different.
One day on the student bulletin board near the cafeteria I was looking at all kinds of flyers about things going on around campus, events off campus, and some postings for jobs. I had just gotten settled into my dorm room, learned my way around campus and my next move was to start looking for work to be able to start paying my way. I noticed a flyer saying the art department was hiring males and females to pose nude for a variety of drawing, painting, and sculpture classes. The pay was better than any job I could get in a restaurant or store. The idea of being naked in front of a room full of people scared the shit out of me but I knew it was the best way to make enough money to pay the bills.
Before I could talk myself out of it I headed to the Fine Arts Building and looked up,the office of the woman who coordinated the models for the art department. Before I knew what was happening she was writing down all my info and gave me a schedule, starting the very next day.
The rest of that day I was nervous as hell and had regretted that I had agreed to take off my clothes in front of a bunch of people but I had always been a person to keep my promises so I would not allow myself to back out of it. The next day I had a class and after lunch I was to report back to the model coordinator. My nerves prevented me from eating so I just wandered around for an hour.
I arrived in the art department a half hour before class as requested. The coordinator took me down the hall to a huge studio space and introduced me to the instructor whose class I would be posing for. She told me no to worry about being new to modeling and told me she would help me with poses and let me know when to hold still, when to break, etc. She asked me to go behind a curtained area and completely undress and then to put on the robe the coordinator had asked me to bring and wait for her yo call me.
Behind the curtain my knees were shaking and I was feeling like I could be sick. When I was nude I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the wall. I had nothing to be ashamed of. I was considered nice looking. I stood 5'11" and had a good physique in spite of not being athletic. By age 18 I knew I was well hung compared to most guys and that was something many boys envied and girls admired. Suddenly, the instructor called me so I quickly put on my robe and walked out. It was show time!!!
To be continued...