Sorry, no pics. I'm technically stupid, and a few of them that show some of Andrew's skin may be underage. So use Google. As an alum of Stanford and donor to the school and athletic progam, I am afforded liberal access to the football program. There are more reasons that I choose to keep private in terms of identification. But my point is: I have often been in the Stanford lockeroom before, during and after games. A couple weeks ago, I had the glorious opportunity to have a full show from young Mr Luck. Obviously, he was just doing his post game routine. He's not gay by any means (unfortunately). But I was able to see him in his full, God given glory. Gentlemen, let me say this. There are few places more fertile in terms of young, hot, male sexuality than a college football lockeroom. Especially after a victory. There is this vibe in the air. It's all pent up testosterone and lust. Those boys are seconds away from erections and release. It's always been my favorite part of being an athlete. And this kid just sweats sex. His body is perfect. Beautiful skin, tanned in all the right places, with that wonderous whitening up his legs and to his firm, slightly fuxxy ass. While he's not a very hairy man, the top of his legs and up into his ass crack and under balls seem to get a bit hairier right up in the funzone. He does manscape, but doesn't shave. He looks like a man. He's got amazing pecs. The most suckable tight nipples. And they have improved over the last year. His musculature is incredible. The only equal I've seen was Scott Frost - another perfect specimen. Though he is blond and looks almost hairless. Oh, and Scott has the biggest pink balls I've seen. It almost makes his white, midwest cock look small. But it's an illusion due to the sperm swollen sack. He's another gift from the Gods. Anyway, back to Andrew. He has amazingly toned legs. Just shifting his weight from leg to leg causes his quads to flex. I was mezmorized by the post shower rivulets of water running down his six pack abs, through the black pubic hair, down his thighs and collecting on his balls. And the cock. Yes, that perfect, suckable cock. A full four inches soft and thick after a hot shower. Nicely pink with a clear circ scar. Plump head, perfectly proportioned. I mean, it's textbook. Resting atop two round drooping balls. Oh what I'd do to those amazing balls. He modestly turned away at one point, and gave me a clear view of his hanging nuts and nicely hairy ass crack when he bent over to dry his legs. Dear God, I nearly fainted when I saw just the slightest hint of that tight little ass pucker just begging for my cock. I could hardly get back to my hotel fast enough to use that incredible image to dream of parting his sweaty, warm ass, and fucking him to orgasm. I'm not a bottom, but I often ask myself if I would for certain people when I gauge ther hotness. I just might let him have his way with me. Ugh! Amazing. Simply amazing.