How college guys behave naked
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An important point I want to make is that we need a new category when it comes to college boys’ sexual arousal. Physicians so far have discovered four stages of penis arousal:
Relaxed (or flaccid),
excited,
plateau (which overlaps or is identical to “orgasm”)
and finally recovery.
I rarely ever see college boys with totally flaccid penises. They are usually just a little excited or stimulated. So, I am proposing a fifth term, between flaccid and excited: "college boy flaccid". I think we need this term because it’s the baseline or default position of the college penis.
I am not being coy. I’ve seen thousands of college guys naked. Most of them demonstrated some kind of arousal. I’m not talking about full erections or even partials. I’m just saying that because a stimulated, simmering excitement is the default mode of the post-adolescent schlong, that we need this new category. Between flaccid and excited is the baseline of the college boy dork.
Also- a related point- not all erections are sexual! A few weeks ago, I saw a swarthy, olive-skinned kid (a first year, so eighteen or nineteen probably; most likely of Italian or Ashkenazy Jewish heritage) do a kind of elaborate towel dance while getting off his boxers. Then he walked to the shower with another towel draped around his shoulders! A true penitent nun. When he came back, my little anchorite shook off his towel from his shoulders and shimmied out of the one around his waist as well. His circumcised cobra was deployed! It pointed up, maybe a little past two o'clock to his navel, tremulously. A firm scrotum enclosed his swollen testicles.
But nothing in his demeanor made me think he was “in the mood” or ready to rock and roll. He was just a college guy with an erect penis who was getting dressed. He didn’t care if other people saw his erection. From his physique it was clear he played sports in high school and was used to being naked around other young guys. These things happen.
It’s interesting- he didn’t have an enormous penis; it was just average. What made it special was that it was upcocked so sharply that it was almost parallel with his stomach. He didn’t rush to put on his boxers, he dried off leisurely before eventually hiding his erection behind stretchy polyester.
He was of slender build, brown hair, five foot eight or so, handsome and elegant. Sensitive to other people’s needs, this kid is likely generous to a fault with his friends, and too diplomatic to have enemies of any kind. He has the name “Ian” tattooed on his back in Hebrew characters, but he might not be Jewish. He looks like a Mama’s boy- someone who still relies on his mom to help him with his laundry and pick out clothes. That means he’s probably great with women- especially when it comes to sex. The sensitivity he extends to his friends, he also extends to his lovers. He is like a spelunker in bed, probing his partner’s hollows and folds with his fingers and tongue. Some college guys freeze up in bed, they get nervous about their performance. But his sanguine indifference to showing some wood in the locker room tells me he doesn’t have that problem. When it’s time for penetrative copulation, I think he can find a good rhythm in no time.
The second time I saw him, a week later, he had just finished with his shower. He was walking to his locker, close to mine, and he didn’t bother with the towel dance at all. He just held the towel with both hands a couple inches in front of his penis, thus not blocking a side view of it at all. It flopped to his stride, side-to-side. This time his penis, while still prominent, pointed out instead of up, and was much smaller; his balls were also less noticeable.
But he was smirking. He had a casual skip to his step. There was a somewhat amused twinkle in his eyes. Maybe he had a hot date with a cheerleader. The fact is, he didn’t have an erection but he gave off a lot more sexual energy. And, finally, I saw his cute little butt. Firm cheeks with a vanishingly small gap between them. This time, I’m the one who got the erection!
Son, you can’t blame me. I learned it all from you, Ian.
Relaxed (or flaccid),
excited,
plateau (which overlaps or is identical to “orgasm”)
and finally recovery.
I rarely ever see college boys with totally flaccid penises. They are usually just a little excited or stimulated. So, I am proposing a fifth term, between flaccid and excited: "college boy flaccid". I think we need this term because it’s the baseline or default position of the college penis.
I am not being coy. I’ve seen thousands of college guys naked. Most of them demonstrated some kind of arousal. I’m not talking about full erections or even partials. I’m just saying that because a stimulated, simmering excitement is the default mode of the post-adolescent schlong, that we need this new category. Between flaccid and excited is the baseline of the college boy dork.
Also- a related point- not all erections are sexual! A few weeks ago, I saw a swarthy, olive-skinned kid (a first year, so eighteen or nineteen probably; most likely of Italian or Ashkenazy Jewish heritage) do a kind of elaborate towel dance while getting off his boxers. Then he walked to the shower with another towel draped around his shoulders! A true penitent nun. When he came back, my little anchorite shook off his towel from his shoulders and shimmied out of the one around his waist as well. His circumcised cobra was deployed! It pointed up, maybe a little past two o'clock to his navel, tremulously. A firm scrotum enclosed his swollen testicles.
But nothing in his demeanor made me think he was “in the mood” or ready to rock and roll. He was just a college guy with an erect penis who was getting dressed. He didn’t care if other people saw his erection. From his physique it was clear he played sports in high school and was used to being naked around other young guys. These things happen.
It’s interesting- he didn’t have an enormous penis; it was just average. What made it special was that it was upcocked so sharply that it was almost parallel with his stomach. He didn’t rush to put on his boxers, he dried off leisurely before eventually hiding his erection behind stretchy polyester.
He was of slender build, brown hair, five foot eight or so, handsome and elegant. Sensitive to other people’s needs, this kid is likely generous to a fault with his friends, and too diplomatic to have enemies of any kind. He has the name “Ian” tattooed on his back in Hebrew characters, but he might not be Jewish. He looks like a Mama’s boy- someone who still relies on his mom to help him with his laundry and pick out clothes. That means he’s probably great with women- especially when it comes to sex. The sensitivity he extends to his friends, he also extends to his lovers. He is like a spelunker in bed, probing his partner’s hollows and folds with his fingers and tongue. Some college guys freeze up in bed, they get nervous about their performance. But his sanguine indifference to showing some wood in the locker room tells me he doesn’t have that problem. When it’s time for penetrative copulation, I think he can find a good rhythm in no time.
The second time I saw him, a week later, he had just finished with his shower. He was walking to his locker, close to mine, and he didn’t bother with the towel dance at all. He just held the towel with both hands a couple inches in front of his penis, thus not blocking a side view of it at all. It flopped to his stride, side-to-side. This time his penis, while still prominent, pointed out instead of up, and was much smaller; his balls were also less noticeable.
But he was smirking. He had a casual skip to his step. There was a somewhat amused twinkle in his eyes. Maybe he had a hot date with a cheerleader. The fact is, he didn’t have an erection but he gave off a lot more sexual energy. And, finally, I saw his cute little butt. Firm cheeks with a vanishingly small gap between them. This time, I’m the one who got the erection!
Son, you can’t blame me. I learned it all from you, Ian.
Well, I'm 52 and I think I normally fall in your "College boy flaccid" as it usually doesn't completely go down unless I'm cold and wet.
One thing we need to keep in mind when writing about college guys is, of course, to remind readers to do no harm! Do not lurk, do not leer.
Also, these young guys are often starved for the listening ear and attention of an older man. Be a daddy. Be friendly and sociable. Listen to them. Offer them advice when they ask for it, that comes from your own failures and successes, your lived experience. One of the best ways of making love to college guys is to try to make their lives a little better. Once again, be a daddy.
College boys soak up your attention, and draw you into their orbit. You will understand them, they will understand you. Forget about the fact that they are eighteen or nineteen years old and you are older than their fathers. They are Men. Take them for all in all.
With our love and concern, we will find that even our objectification of these boys becomes a kind of worship. If you disagree, then as an earlier poster remarked, don’t read this thread!
I just want to say that if you feel your writing skills aren’t up to snuff but you still want to write about naked young men, then try this exercise: The next time you see a college boy undressing, try to start an imaginary internal dialogue with the boy:
For example, if he’s just taken off his shirt and is about to drop his drawers, say, in silence, “Son, I’m looking forward to seeing your penis.”
Then, when his penis pops out, try to compliment him, mentally, and pick two qualities about his penis that you admire. Try to use verbs and action adjectives. Try to link his penis to his personality. Take the role of a veteran connoisseur of young men’s dongs. Address him as “Son”.
Some examples:
“Son, that is a persistent and energetic penis.”
“Son, that is a thoughtful and diligent penis, like its owner.”
“Son, that penis is a fun-loving, freethinking ne’er-do-well. “
“Son, that penis is a well-behaved sloth, who can’t quite control his excitement!”
“Son, that penis is a ham in the locker room and a General Patton under the covers!”
“Son, that is a shy annd affectionate penis.”
See if you can forecast some of his sexual experiences, just from the shape of his penis. For example, if it’s a chubby, compact one, you can say:
“Son, that chubby ambassador between your legs is going to fix a smile on some lucky lady’s face!”
If the young man is a country boy with a long, scruffy penis, you can say:
“Son, that one-eyed carpenter is going to build you some beautiful babies.”
If the boy is an athlete who often gets “excited” after practices:
“Son, that is a charging thoroughbred that’s going to win the Kentucky Derby!”
If he’s a business major, with a swinging ding-a-ling:
“Son, that long resume is the only qualification you’ll ever need.”
Then, when he wraps a towel around his waist and heads to the shower, say,”Son, thank you for showing me your penis.”
If you do this exercise a few times, you’ll have a whole stock of phrases and impressions, which you can use to build your speculative stories about his personality, life experiences and bedroom habits. In this way you can build a bridge of imagination and joy between yourself and the young colt. Who knows, maybe your tender conjectures will help the boy to meet you halfway. “Daddy” becomes a dreamer, while your adopted “son” becomes a lover.
Definitely writing these stories has made me better at real world sex, definitely. That’s just another skill writing can help you acquire. If I do start sleeping with college men, I’ll share those encounters too.
Also, these young guys are often starved for the listening ear and attention of an older man. Be a daddy. Be friendly and sociable. Listen to them. Offer them advice when they ask for it, that comes from your own failures and successes, your lived experience. One of the best ways of making love to college guys is to try to make their lives a little better. Once again, be a daddy.
College boys soak up your attention, and draw you into their orbit. You will understand them, they will understand you. Forget about the fact that they are eighteen or nineteen years old and you are older than their fathers. They are Men. Take them for all in all.
With our love and concern, we will find that even our objectification of these boys becomes a kind of worship. If you disagree, then as an earlier poster remarked, don’t read this thread!
I just want to say that if you feel your writing skills aren’t up to snuff but you still want to write about naked young men, then try this exercise: The next time you see a college boy undressing, try to start an imaginary internal dialogue with the boy:
For example, if he’s just taken off his shirt and is about to drop his drawers, say, in silence, “Son, I’m looking forward to seeing your penis.”
Then, when his penis pops out, try to compliment him, mentally, and pick two qualities about his penis that you admire. Try to use verbs and action adjectives. Try to link his penis to his personality. Take the role of a veteran connoisseur of young men’s dongs. Address him as “Son”.
Some examples:
“Son, that is a persistent and energetic penis.”
“Son, that is a thoughtful and diligent penis, like its owner.”
“Son, that penis is a fun-loving, freethinking ne’er-do-well. “
“Son, that penis is a well-behaved sloth, who can’t quite control his excitement!”
“Son, that penis is a ham in the locker room and a General Patton under the covers!”
“Son, that is a shy annd affectionate penis.”
See if you can forecast some of his sexual experiences, just from the shape of his penis. For example, if it’s a chubby, compact one, you can say:
“Son, that chubby ambassador between your legs is going to fix a smile on some lucky lady’s face!”
If the young man is a country boy with a long, scruffy penis, you can say:
“Son, that one-eyed carpenter is going to build you some beautiful babies.”
If the boy is an athlete who often gets “excited” after practices:
“Son, that is a charging thoroughbred that’s going to win the Kentucky Derby!”
If he’s a business major, with a swinging ding-a-ling:
“Son, that long resume is the only qualification you’ll ever need.”
Then, when he wraps a towel around his waist and heads to the shower, say,”Son, thank you for showing me your penis.”
If you do this exercise a few times, you’ll have a whole stock of phrases and impressions, which you can use to build your speculative stories about his personality, life experiences and bedroom habits. In this way you can build a bridge of imagination and joy between yourself and the young colt. Who knows, maybe your tender conjectures will help the boy to meet you halfway. “Daddy” becomes a dreamer, while your adopted “son” becomes a lover.
Definitely writing these stories has made me better at real world sex, definitely. That’s just another skill writing can help you acquire. If I do start sleeping with college men, I’ll share those encounters too.
One of the things that most fascinates me about college boys is the fact that their brains are still developing. Psychiatry tells us that, for men, the prefrontal cortex, the part of the brain that deals with executive decision making, doesn’t finish developing until the age of 25. That’s long after these boys will have left college. So these kids are on their own, often for the first time in their lives, they’re no longer under parental supervision, they’re thrown in with a bunch of strangers of both sexes, and their brains still haven’t reached maturity, stasis. They are uninhibited and yet crave affirmation and approval.
I read online that “The prefrontal cortex communicates more fully and effectively with other parts of the brain, including those that are particularly associated with emotion and impulses, so that all areas of the brain can be better involved in planning and problem-solving.”
The guys I write about don’t have a fully developed prefrontal cortex yet. When I theorize on how these guys behave in bed, it might sound like I’m being ludicrous or over the top. But if we consider that these guys, while legal adults and 18 +, are still transitioning into adulthood, my speculations may seem more reasonable. For example, I wrote in another thread about the possible sexual behavior of a boy named Dane:
“The unconditional love he received from his mom might translate into a willingness to be a little charming or silly with his partner. He might press his erection to his partner’s lip or ear, for example, or pinch her arms and legs.”
Yes, simulating sex with someone’s ear or lip is goofy, but behind that goofiness is the college boy urge towards self-knowledge and self-discovery. They’re open to all kinds of new ideas and modes of living, college men are fluid and free. I think that freedom and versatility can definitely be seen in their sexual behavior.
Once a college boy asked me why I never became an actual professor, and I told him drily “I hate teaching and I hate kids.” He became charmingly indignant and said, “We’re not kids- we’re half children. I’m a man-child!” He is tall and has curly hair. I’ve seen him naked from behind and can say that his hairy ass definitely qualifies him for the moniker “Man-child”.
One time some college boys were watching a Kendrick Lamar video in the locker room on one of their phones. It’s called “Backstreet Freestyle” and has dark lyrics and shades of meaning. It also features a beautiful Black woman twerking into the camera. One of the boys, an incoming Freshman (I think they all were) suddenly lowered the back of his shorts and starting swinging his naked ass around in imitation of her movements. He was blond, muscular, also a little stocky, and wore a baseball cap. This was Freshman orientation week- and this is how he wanted to present himself to his new friends. They were all laughing and blushing.
I found it interesting- the lady was twerking for these young college boys, and this boy started twerking…for whom? Was he trying to impress his friends? Was he making an unconscious invitation to the gay men in the locker room? Was he just caught up in the song and wanted to act out the video?
(Son, you don't have to ask twice. Papa Bear's gonna take good care of that chubby ass!)
An even slightly older guy wouldn’t behave like that, pumping his naked ass to show how cool he is. He’d be too inhibited. But college kids don’t have those guardrails yet.
This just connects to my point that we can’t predict how a college boy will behave in bed. He might be shy and try to play it safe, or he might go to the other extreme and engage in silly antics. I don’t engage with college guys physically- I only write and fantasize about them. A lot of the fun is not knowing what they’ll do in bed, and then trying to fill in the blanks by observing their behavior.
I’ve often felt that one of the best predictors of a college guy’s success in bed is not the size of his penis but how comfortable he is being naked. On several occasions I saw a twenty year old Jewish kid walk to and from the shower with no towel and sporting a semi erect penis. He had a wobbly gait and walked a little hunched over as if his penis was his guide. I don’t know if he really had an erection or if he just stuck out that way all the time, but like the sometime towel dancing anchorite I mentioned above, he didn’t have any hesitation or qualms if people saw it. That means he’s comfortable in his own skin, he can hold his own against a more experienced lover, can ask for what he wants in bed and can also accommodate his partner’s needs. I also recently mentioned, in a different thread, an attractive soccer player with a hairy ass crack and a swagger when he walked to and from the showers naked. His jaunty walk told me more about his bedroom antics than his thick little dork and hairy ass. I can imagine him getting naked, draping a bedsheet over his shoulders and announcing “I am Mount Dracula and I shall mount you!” while striking a dramatic pose.
Scientists speculate that the promiscuous nature of gay men might reflect how human beings lived before civilization. In other words, with agriculture came the family unit, with the woman in charge of the home, the man in charge of earning a livelihood. Domesticity usually implies things like monogamy, fidelity and other civic virtues. Gay men don’t have to temper their natural instincts for feminine approval, and can have hundreds of partners. I feel a similar state of nature in the all-male venue of the locker room- testosterone fueled young men trying to impress and troll each other, often with jokes and homoerotic horseplay (hence the boy above who showed his bare ass). But once again, their foibles and pranks in the locker room might well portend how they would behave in bed. And of course, even though most of the boys I witness are heterosexual, they almost always start to smile when naked. It might be a self-conscious smile, or it might be a smile that indicates their feeling of being free, at least temporarily, of the domesticating yoke of women.
Thank you, my boys, for being such a rich source of study, and pleasure.
I read online that “The prefrontal cortex communicates more fully and effectively with other parts of the brain, including those that are particularly associated with emotion and impulses, so that all areas of the brain can be better involved in planning and problem-solving.”
The guys I write about don’t have a fully developed prefrontal cortex yet. When I theorize on how these guys behave in bed, it might sound like I’m being ludicrous or over the top. But if we consider that these guys, while legal adults and 18 +, are still transitioning into adulthood, my speculations may seem more reasonable. For example, I wrote in another thread about the possible sexual behavior of a boy named Dane:
“The unconditional love he received from his mom might translate into a willingness to be a little charming or silly with his partner. He might press his erection to his partner’s lip or ear, for example, or pinch her arms and legs.”
Yes, simulating sex with someone’s ear or lip is goofy, but behind that goofiness is the college boy urge towards self-knowledge and self-discovery. They’re open to all kinds of new ideas and modes of living, college men are fluid and free. I think that freedom and versatility can definitely be seen in their sexual behavior.
Once a college boy asked me why I never became an actual professor, and I told him drily “I hate teaching and I hate kids.” He became charmingly indignant and said, “We’re not kids- we’re half children. I’m a man-child!” He is tall and has curly hair. I’ve seen him naked from behind and can say that his hairy ass definitely qualifies him for the moniker “Man-child”.
One time some college boys were watching a Kendrick Lamar video in the locker room on one of their phones. It’s called “Backstreet Freestyle” and has dark lyrics and shades of meaning. It also features a beautiful Black woman twerking into the camera. One of the boys, an incoming Freshman (I think they all were) suddenly lowered the back of his shorts and starting swinging his naked ass around in imitation of her movements. He was blond, muscular, also a little stocky, and wore a baseball cap. This was Freshman orientation week- and this is how he wanted to present himself to his new friends. They were all laughing and blushing.
I found it interesting- the lady was twerking for these young college boys, and this boy started twerking…for whom? Was he trying to impress his friends? Was he making an unconscious invitation to the gay men in the locker room? Was he just caught up in the song and wanted to act out the video?
(Son, you don't have to ask twice. Papa Bear's gonna take good care of that chubby ass!)
An even slightly older guy wouldn’t behave like that, pumping his naked ass to show how cool he is. He’d be too inhibited. But college kids don’t have those guardrails yet.
This just connects to my point that we can’t predict how a college boy will behave in bed. He might be shy and try to play it safe, or he might go to the other extreme and engage in silly antics. I don’t engage with college guys physically- I only write and fantasize about them. A lot of the fun is not knowing what they’ll do in bed, and then trying to fill in the blanks by observing their behavior.
I’ve often felt that one of the best predictors of a college guy’s success in bed is not the size of his penis but how comfortable he is being naked. On several occasions I saw a twenty year old Jewish kid walk to and from the shower with no towel and sporting a semi erect penis. He had a wobbly gait and walked a little hunched over as if his penis was his guide. I don’t know if he really had an erection or if he just stuck out that way all the time, but like the sometime towel dancing anchorite I mentioned above, he didn’t have any hesitation or qualms if people saw it. That means he’s comfortable in his own skin, he can hold his own against a more experienced lover, can ask for what he wants in bed and can also accommodate his partner’s needs. I also recently mentioned, in a different thread, an attractive soccer player with a hairy ass crack and a swagger when he walked to and from the showers naked. His jaunty walk told me more about his bedroom antics than his thick little dork and hairy ass. I can imagine him getting naked, draping a bedsheet over his shoulders and announcing “I am Mount Dracula and I shall mount you!” while striking a dramatic pose.
Scientists speculate that the promiscuous nature of gay men might reflect how human beings lived before civilization. In other words, with agriculture came the family unit, with the woman in charge of the home, the man in charge of earning a livelihood. Domesticity usually implies things like monogamy, fidelity and other civic virtues. Gay men don’t have to temper their natural instincts for feminine approval, and can have hundreds of partners. I feel a similar state of nature in the all-male venue of the locker room- testosterone fueled young men trying to impress and troll each other, often with jokes and homoerotic horseplay (hence the boy above who showed his bare ass). But once again, their foibles and pranks in the locker room might well portend how they would behave in bed. And of course, even though most of the boys I witness are heterosexual, they almost always start to smile when naked. It might be a self-conscious smile, or it might be a smile that indicates their feeling of being free, at least temporarily, of the domesticating yoke of women.
Thank you, my boys, for being such a rich source of study, and pleasure.
This police cam video
provides us with a good example of how boys behave without a fully developed pre frontal cortex. The same impulsive behavior this twenty year old exhibits in driving without a license and lying to the police can easily translate into readily identifiable patterns of behavior in the bedroom including proceeding too far without consent, and not using protection.
On the positive side, and yes college boys have their own unique set of sexual strengths, this lack of inhibition might lead to some charmingly awkward behavior a woman might enjoy. He might spend too long sucking on his woman’s nipples, for example, or he might have difficulty not blowing his load the moment she lifts up her skirt. He may pause in the middle of lovemaking and wait for her to reassure him on his skills as a lover before resuming thrusts. Or he might whisper “I love you, I love you more than the whole world” and mean it, sincerely, but the next day he’ll brag to his friends about getting another chick in the sack.
As college guys are still developing into full adulthood we need to treat them with loving care. We can be guides and parental figures to them as they try to make sense of the real world. We can appreciate their drive and bask in their young masculine heat while also wishing them well on their journey. I hope people enjoy this chronicle of college boys’ locker room behavior, in the nude.
On the positive side, and yes college boys have their own unique set of sexual strengths, this lack of inhibition might lead to some charmingly awkward behavior a woman might enjoy. He might spend too long sucking on his woman’s nipples, for example, or he might have difficulty not blowing his load the moment she lifts up her skirt. He may pause in the middle of lovemaking and wait for her to reassure him on his skills as a lover before resuming thrusts. Or he might whisper “I love you, I love you more than the whole world” and mean it, sincerely, but the next day he’ll brag to his friends about getting another chick in the sack.
As college guys are still developing into full adulthood we need to treat them with loving care. We can be guides and parental figures to them as they try to make sense of the real world. We can appreciate their drive and bask in their young masculine heat while also wishing them well on their journey. I hope people enjoy this chronicle of college boys’ locker room behavior, in the nude.
Sorry dangling participle. The last sentence is ambiguous. As written it’s unclear whether my readers should enjoy these stories in the nude, or if “in the nude” modifies the college boys. I meant it in the latter sense.
It should have read something like: “I hope these stories of college guys’ behavior when completely nude, may lead to greater empathy and understanding for post adolescent boys.”
Well, at least my participles are not the only things dangling!
It should have read something like: “I hope these stories of college guys’ behavior when completely nude, may lead to greater empathy and understanding for post adolescent boys.”
Well, at least my participles are not the only things dangling!
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In order to move forward, I would like to add that like you IdeaOfOrder, when I see an handsome young guy (but for me can be 20 to end of 30) I can't stop myself to think of how his genitals look like : cut/uncut, size, shape, balls size, smell, bush or not. Also I imagine him fucking his gf or jerking off. It's even better when summer come cause with tshirt and short you have more material for your imagination.
Best part is of course at the gym when you can see them naked and confirm what you imagined previously.
Best part is of course at the gym when you can see them naked and confirm what you imagined previously.
Thank you Polpolki12. This thread is for well-written first-hand accounts of the naked locker room interactions of college aged men (mostly 18-22, but discussion of slightly older graduate students is also welcome), as well as what these interactions can teach us about their sexual psychology and behavior. I just ask that people refrain from low-effort, low-quality attention-seeking posts and try to write honest and relevant narratives that advance the discussion.
I saw my friend Evan in the locker room a couple of weeks ago. He plays lacrosse for the club team. He’s a tall twenty-one year old kid with broad shoulders and curly hair, a big nose and a prominent forehead. A thoughtful, compassionate young man. I think he’s of English and German ancestry. He’s a senior now, but I’ve known him since he was a freshman. He’s worked out all four years, and I’ve really enjoyed seeing his progress in the locker room, a lovely journey.
Today I told him in the locker room that he had gotten ripped.
“Thank you?” he said, his voice shaking, becoming a question at the end, as if he thought I had confused him with somebody else.
I noticed his great back muscles and shoulders, and, after four years, some serious body hair starting to form on his chest and stomach, overall fine definition.
After a few minutes, he dropped his towel. Excellent buttocks, and once again *great* definition, a hairy ass.
He bent over to grab something. I had to say a “Hail Mary” under my breath.
He stood up straight, fully naked, and said something to his friend. He wasn’t shy.
When he put on his boxers, I asked him if he had a trainer or a program. I told him all his muscles were sticking out! He shyly told me that he wasn’t using a trainer or a special program, it’s just from working out. He gave me another flattered smile.
I apologized for bothering him, and he said “You’re good”, a little sotto voce. He kept his eyes averted, and he gave me yet another diffident smile.
I’ve seen Evan’s frontal naked beauty. It’s not a particularly long one, but it’s an efficient, trustworthy tool. Like Evan, it’s a little modest. But I’m sure it can answer the call of duty.
Evan’s a lot more comfortable being naked as a ripped, built-up senior, than as a skinny freshman. But he’s still a bit shy about receiving compliments on his physical assets. But his hard work has paid off, handsomely.
Evan scores a 9/10 in the locker room, but in bed he might score a series of home runs!
Today I told him in the locker room that he had gotten ripped.
“Thank you?” he said, his voice shaking, becoming a question at the end, as if he thought I had confused him with somebody else.
I noticed his great back muscles and shoulders, and, after four years, some serious body hair starting to form on his chest and stomach, overall fine definition.
After a few minutes, he dropped his towel. Excellent buttocks, and once again *great* definition, a hairy ass.
He bent over to grab something. I had to say a “Hail Mary” under my breath.
He stood up straight, fully naked, and said something to his friend. He wasn’t shy.
When he put on his boxers, I asked him if he had a trainer or a program. I told him all his muscles were sticking out! He shyly told me that he wasn’t using a trainer or a special program, it’s just from working out. He gave me another flattered smile.
I apologized for bothering him, and he said “You’re good”, a little sotto voce. He kept his eyes averted, and he gave me yet another diffident smile.
I’ve seen Evan’s frontal naked beauty. It’s not a particularly long one, but it’s an efficient, trustworthy tool. Like Evan, it’s a little modest. But I’m sure it can answer the call of duty.
Evan’s a lot more comfortable being naked as a ripped, built-up senior, than as a skinny freshman. But he’s still a bit shy about receiving compliments on his physical assets. But his hard work has paid off, handsomely.
Evan scores a 9/10 in the locker room, but in bed he might score a series of home runs!
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Truly I have never read anything quite like this before!
It has stopped me in my tracks and I can twist to read on bro
I want to share some general thoughts on how college boys behave when naked. In this essay, and maybe some future ones, I’m going to run my experiences through a few different posits, and see if they can give us a richer or a deeper perspective.
They are:
1. Every college boy is your sexual partner
2. College boys unconsciously strike Playgirl/porn star poses when nude
3. Your arousal may lead college guys to arousal, irrespective of orientation
EVERY COLLEGE BOY IS YOUR SEXUAL PARTNER
This can be interpreted in three ways. First of all, having worked at a college for over twenty years, I can say every body type holds some fascination for me. As long as a young man is college-aged, 18-22, and as long as he has a penis, I will discover some beauty in him.
For example, I once saw a stocky college boy get proudly undressed, and then walk to the showers with a large semi-erect penis. It was a porpoise. He might have been overweight, but the fact that he was well-endowed and excited made up for that. Another time, I saw the manager of a visiting tennis team under the shower. He was likewise chubby, whereas all the guys showering around him were slender hunks. But he had a fat penis and a big scrotal sack, and I actually wanted to press him against the wall and rail him. I wanted to punish him for being out of shape when all his charges were in perfect form.
Second, I don’t need to see college guys naked to enjoy them sexually. I remember during Covid, a couple of recently graduated college football players came to my store and checked out at my register. They were both wide receivers, scrappy but muscular. It was summer, and one of the guys lifted up his shirt to wipe his forehead, exposing a perfectly chiseled stomach, sporting a shaggy treasure trail. The fact that I hadn’t seen a naked college boy in months because of the lock down made me want to pull his pants down and fellate him.
Another time, I asked another recent college graduate about his wildest frat party. He paused, and blushed. He had curly hair and a bit of a beer belly, but still a muscular frame. Finally he said, “There was a girl who bothered me at night in the student lounge- she approached me two nights in a row and asked if I wanted to hook up. So at the end of the second night, I took her to the laundry room and I fucked her three times on top of the washing machine.” He paused and said, “It’s very rare, I was lucky to find a girl like that in college.” He blushed again. I said “Wow!” Then he added, “That’s my story- I hope you enjoyed it.”
He was serious! He really hoped I enjoyed hearing about the way he banged this girl in the basement! He wanted me to get sexual pleasure from his story- this points to the half-submerged homosocial culture of American college boys.
I wanted to bend him over the counter and fuck the bejesus out of him, for the sake of parity.
Another time I saw a college boy in Hawaiian shorts listening to his i-pad on the train, and smashing an imaginary drum kit. I noticed his boxers extended past the hem of his shorts, and they were also Hawaiian patterned. He was about 6’ and had prominent biceps and great pecs that showed through his button down shirt. I wanted to see him naked so badly, play the drums on his stomach, and introduce his penis to the staccato of my stroking fingers.
Third, the most sexual experiences I’ve had with young guys in the shower always involve eye contact.
Once a visiting soccer player picked the shower head next to mine. He had a lupine beauty, narrow face, beautiful blue eyes, light brown hair. He had a large penis with a small head. The skin of his maleness seemed a little rough somehow. He was quite the show-er! He turned to me and raised his eyebrows and our eyes met! We made love in that moment, that moment beyond time- some of the best sex I’ve ever had compressed into a fraction of a second, a sixty year old man being mounted by and mounting a nineteen year old boy. He had such beautiful, steel-blue eyes. I still dream about him.
Another time, I saw a soccer goalie enter the shower- tall, and lean and attractive. A narrow, studious face. He paused, and took the shower head right next to mine, being the only one available. Before taking off his towel, he made a half-turn and looked at me for the briefest second out of the corner of his eye. Side-eye.
Why did he give me side eye? Why would he object to my seeing what it is that makes him a man?
He dropped his towel, and if I had any doubts about his manhood, those doubts vanished into THIN AIR. He’s a goalie, is studying exercise science, and has worked as a lifeguard, but it’s what he’s packing between his legs that will make any woman’s face light up with a BIG SMILE!
At the same time, the fact that he suspected me, that he was troubled that I was there just to look at his penis, that he gave me side-eye, increased the thrill of seeing him naked by orders of magnitude! Maybe the unfriendly glance he gave me made it difficult for us to make love in the moment, but in hindsight, I do count him among my cherished sexual partners.
COLLEGE BOYS UNCONSCIOUSLY STRIKE PLAYGIRL/PORN STAR POSES WHEN NUDE
If a college boy has a cute ass, he’ll definitely sashay, at least a little. I remember during a wrestling tournament, I saw this adorable sophomore, probably 19 years old, walking back from the showers, completely nude, with the most adorable ass. He knew he was beautiful, and he wriggled his behind, long confident steps. I could also tell from the way he was walking that this kid was a bit of a rake, had broken a lot of girls’ hearts in high school, was a bit of a player, a young Don Juan. I can always tell which boys are budding Casanovas- there’s something about the confident way they walk. Also, sexually active boys tend to look me in the eye, raise their eyebrows, and nod, acknowledging me subconsciously as another player.
At the same tournament, I saw another boy, a handsome redhead, sitting on a bench totally nude with his friends (he was the only one naked) covering the glans of his penis with both hands, but leaving his balls and the shaft of his ding dong totally exposed. He was teasing the viewer, which is another frequent pose I find in vintage Playgirl spreads.
After a tennis tournament, I saw an extremely handsome player, lean and hungry prognathous features with a nice tan everywhere except around his groin, walking completely naked to join his teammates in the open showers. He was 6’5’’. I glanced at his penis. He noticed my pointed stare, and quickly covered his manhood with his palm.
And then he moved his hand away!
If I wanted to look at his penis, he was okay with that.
This young man felt that my right to look and appreciate him was more important than his right to privacy! He would be the pride of any edition of Playgirl’s “Campus Hunks”!
His penis looked like a military tactician- long and lean, flopping about in a somehow premeditated way, beautifully circumcised, culminating in a peak.
I’m almost scared to speculate what his erection might look like!
He had the second best scrotum on the team. His teammate, one inch shorter, but with a similarly large penis had the biggest pair of balls. I’ll write about him some other time.
After a different wrestling tournament, I saw yet another wrestler in the locker room with his back to me, totally naked. He was having an animated discussion with a friend, who had a towel around his waist, about to shower. The naked boy was built like an ox! Broad-shouldered, wonderfully muscular back. A colt with close-cropped dark hair. He had a wonderful hard ass with a generous gap between his buttocks. An invitation.
I had to move past the two boys to get to my locker, and I saw his big cut dick, stuck out like a jackhammer. He was smiling and absentmindedly passing his thumb and forefinger over his glans! This is another Playgirl/porn star trope: Stroking.
I can help you with that, son.
YOUR AROUSAL MAY LEAD COLLEGE GUYS TO AROUSAL, IRRESPECTIVE OF ORIENTATION
In one of my early essays on this thread (How college guys behave naked) I mentioned how a particular mulatto or bi-racial boy, a wrestler named Eddie, saw that I got an erection, at the sight of Eddie and his fellow wrestler, Julio, in the shower. Julio finished before Eddie, but Eddie stayed in the shower even though I had a full erection. And I saw Eddie started perking up towards the end of his shower too! His penis wasn’t fully erect, but it was definitely starting to raise its hood. I’ve had this experience a few times, where college guys will see my arousal, and respond by blushing, or talking really fast, or, in Eddie’s case, get partially erect. I think this is because the shower is one of the last places where guys are free to be guys. An erection is the symbol of the id, the primal male force that wants to conquer, to dominate, to taste. When young men see my erection, they respond on a primal level; it is id calling to id, an invitation to freedom and unbridled power. It is an exciting concept to college boys, this promise of lawlessness. No college guy has ever run away from my erection.
Later in the tournament, I saw Eddie sitting by himself on the bleachers, and I sat next to him. He sat up straighter, and clasped his hands together, and smiled a tight smile. He did not look at me. But I knew he was embarrassed that he had seen my erection and I had seen his. I wanted to put my arm around him and massage his neck and shoulders, and whisper in his ear that he had shared something wonderful with me, and I’ll always be grateful to him. He was the first college boy who responded to my arousal with his own wood.
I love you, Eddie.
They are:
1. Every college boy is your sexual partner
2. College boys unconsciously strike Playgirl/porn star poses when nude
3. Your arousal may lead college guys to arousal, irrespective of orientation
EVERY COLLEGE BOY IS YOUR SEXUAL PARTNER
This can be interpreted in three ways. First of all, having worked at a college for over twenty years, I can say every body type holds some fascination for me. As long as a young man is college-aged, 18-22, and as long as he has a penis, I will discover some beauty in him.
For example, I once saw a stocky college boy get proudly undressed, and then walk to the showers with a large semi-erect penis. It was a porpoise. He might have been overweight, but the fact that he was well-endowed and excited made up for that. Another time, I saw the manager of a visiting tennis team under the shower. He was likewise chubby, whereas all the guys showering around him were slender hunks. But he had a fat penis and a big scrotal sack, and I actually wanted to press him against the wall and rail him. I wanted to punish him for being out of shape when all his charges were in perfect form.
Second, I don’t need to see college guys naked to enjoy them sexually. I remember during Covid, a couple of recently graduated college football players came to my store and checked out at my register. They were both wide receivers, scrappy but muscular. It was summer, and one of the guys lifted up his shirt to wipe his forehead, exposing a perfectly chiseled stomach, sporting a shaggy treasure trail. The fact that I hadn’t seen a naked college boy in months because of the lock down made me want to pull his pants down and fellate him.
Another time, I asked another recent college graduate about his wildest frat party. He paused, and blushed. He had curly hair and a bit of a beer belly, but still a muscular frame. Finally he said, “There was a girl who bothered me at night in the student lounge- she approached me two nights in a row and asked if I wanted to hook up. So at the end of the second night, I took her to the laundry room and I fucked her three times on top of the washing machine.” He paused and said, “It’s very rare, I was lucky to find a girl like that in college.” He blushed again. I said “Wow!” Then he added, “That’s my story- I hope you enjoyed it.”
He was serious! He really hoped I enjoyed hearing about the way he banged this girl in the basement! He wanted me to get sexual pleasure from his story- this points to the half-submerged homosocial culture of American college boys.
I wanted to bend him over the counter and fuck the bejesus out of him, for the sake of parity.
Another time I saw a college boy in Hawaiian shorts listening to his i-pad on the train, and smashing an imaginary drum kit. I noticed his boxers extended past the hem of his shorts, and they were also Hawaiian patterned. He was about 6’ and had prominent biceps and great pecs that showed through his button down shirt. I wanted to see him naked so badly, play the drums on his stomach, and introduce his penis to the staccato of my stroking fingers.
Third, the most sexual experiences I’ve had with young guys in the shower always involve eye contact.
Once a visiting soccer player picked the shower head next to mine. He had a lupine beauty, narrow face, beautiful blue eyes, light brown hair. He had a large penis with a small head. The skin of his maleness seemed a little rough somehow. He was quite the show-er! He turned to me and raised his eyebrows and our eyes met! We made love in that moment, that moment beyond time- some of the best sex I’ve ever had compressed into a fraction of a second, a sixty year old man being mounted by and mounting a nineteen year old boy. He had such beautiful, steel-blue eyes. I still dream about him.
Another time, I saw a soccer goalie enter the shower- tall, and lean and attractive. A narrow, studious face. He paused, and took the shower head right next to mine, being the only one available. Before taking off his towel, he made a half-turn and looked at me for the briefest second out of the corner of his eye. Side-eye.
Why did he give me side eye? Why would he object to my seeing what it is that makes him a man?
He dropped his towel, and if I had any doubts about his manhood, those doubts vanished into THIN AIR. He’s a goalie, is studying exercise science, and has worked as a lifeguard, but it’s what he’s packing between his legs that will make any woman’s face light up with a BIG SMILE!
At the same time, the fact that he suspected me, that he was troubled that I was there just to look at his penis, that he gave me side-eye, increased the thrill of seeing him naked by orders of magnitude! Maybe the unfriendly glance he gave me made it difficult for us to make love in the moment, but in hindsight, I do count him among my cherished sexual partners.
COLLEGE BOYS UNCONSCIOUSLY STRIKE PLAYGIRL/PORN STAR POSES WHEN NUDE
If a college boy has a cute ass, he’ll definitely sashay, at least a little. I remember during a wrestling tournament, I saw this adorable sophomore, probably 19 years old, walking back from the showers, completely nude, with the most adorable ass. He knew he was beautiful, and he wriggled his behind, long confident steps. I could also tell from the way he was walking that this kid was a bit of a rake, had broken a lot of girls’ hearts in high school, was a bit of a player, a young Don Juan. I can always tell which boys are budding Casanovas- there’s something about the confident way they walk. Also, sexually active boys tend to look me in the eye, raise their eyebrows, and nod, acknowledging me subconsciously as another player.
At the same tournament, I saw another boy, a handsome redhead, sitting on a bench totally nude with his friends (he was the only one naked) covering the glans of his penis with both hands, but leaving his balls and the shaft of his ding dong totally exposed. He was teasing the viewer, which is another frequent pose I find in vintage Playgirl spreads.
After a tennis tournament, I saw an extremely handsome player, lean and hungry prognathous features with a nice tan everywhere except around his groin, walking completely naked to join his teammates in the open showers. He was 6’5’’. I glanced at his penis. He noticed my pointed stare, and quickly covered his manhood with his palm.
And then he moved his hand away!
If I wanted to look at his penis, he was okay with that.
This young man felt that my right to look and appreciate him was more important than his right to privacy! He would be the pride of any edition of Playgirl’s “Campus Hunks”!
His penis looked like a military tactician- long and lean, flopping about in a somehow premeditated way, beautifully circumcised, culminating in a peak.
I’m almost scared to speculate what his erection might look like!
He had the second best scrotum on the team. His teammate, one inch shorter, but with a similarly large penis had the biggest pair of balls. I’ll write about him some other time.
After a different wrestling tournament, I saw yet another wrestler in the locker room with his back to me, totally naked. He was having an animated discussion with a friend, who had a towel around his waist, about to shower. The naked boy was built like an ox! Broad-shouldered, wonderfully muscular back. A colt with close-cropped dark hair. He had a wonderful hard ass with a generous gap between his buttocks. An invitation.
I had to move past the two boys to get to my locker, and I saw his big cut dick, stuck out like a jackhammer. He was smiling and absentmindedly passing his thumb and forefinger over his glans! This is another Playgirl/porn star trope: Stroking.
I can help you with that, son.
YOUR AROUSAL MAY LEAD COLLEGE GUYS TO AROUSAL, IRRESPECTIVE OF ORIENTATION
In one of my early essays on this thread (How college guys behave naked) I mentioned how a particular mulatto or bi-racial boy, a wrestler named Eddie, saw that I got an erection, at the sight of Eddie and his fellow wrestler, Julio, in the shower. Julio finished before Eddie, but Eddie stayed in the shower even though I had a full erection. And I saw Eddie started perking up towards the end of his shower too! His penis wasn’t fully erect, but it was definitely starting to raise its hood. I’ve had this experience a few times, where college guys will see my arousal, and respond by blushing, or talking really fast, or, in Eddie’s case, get partially erect. I think this is because the shower is one of the last places where guys are free to be guys. An erection is the symbol of the id, the primal male force that wants to conquer, to dominate, to taste. When young men see my erection, they respond on a primal level; it is id calling to id, an invitation to freedom and unbridled power. It is an exciting concept to college boys, this promise of lawlessness. No college guy has ever run away from my erection.
Later in the tournament, I saw Eddie sitting by himself on the bleachers, and I sat next to him. He sat up straighter, and clasped his hands together, and smiled a tight smile. He did not look at me. But I knew he was embarrassed that he had seen my erection and I had seen his. I wanted to put my arm around him and massage his neck and shoulders, and whisper in his ear that he had shared something wonderful with me, and I’ll always be grateful to him. He was the first college boy who responded to my arousal with his own wood.
I love you, Eddie.
Best college male strip tease EVER:
not just beautiful bodies but great choreography and lots of fun. These guys put their hearts into this
not just beautiful bodies but great choreography and lots of fun. These guys put their hearts into this
Their homoerotic horseplay definitely vibes with what I’ve observed of college men in the shower!
(Sometimes I just post recent entries from my diary. They may not be as well-formed or as concise as my typical posts but they’re relevant to the theme of naked college guy behavior and people may find them interesting)
Met a 20 year old boy named Gray, yesterday, from Maine- looks like a football player [found out later he did play football in high school]- lots of HAIR- chest and stomach covered with hair- about 6’5” [his friend told me the next day that he had grown a foot his last year in high school] brawny, blond, stubbled, handsome square jaw, totally nude- had a large circumcised penis, large scrotum, well-defined testicles, showered with stall open, walked to and from the showers completely naked, great ass, well defined hairy buttocks- like his chest covered in hair. When Jordan and Benjamin were introducing me. I walked to him, he was clutching a blue hand towel to his groin, listened avidly to me. Told him about my interest in Steven King, and how Steven King taps into Americans’ fears about the wild frontier, the wild unknown occult forces that Europeans don’t understand- humans are not as established in North America as they are in Europe, more strange forces here. Saw Gray walk back and forth to his locker, only covered his groin with his hand towel, his muscled little butt totally exposed, a great tight ass- a nice wide gap between his butt cheeks. He let go of his wash cloth in front of his locker, enjoyed the side view of his penis- a good listener- I think he’s studying economics at Dartmouth. I noticed he chooses his words carefully, is empathetic and studious, and is a good listener. This tells me his bedroom manner is probably deliberative, cooperative, and gentle. It’s a rare find- a man with a big tool and also the discretion to use it wisely.
Saw his friend- Kaden- he also played football at same high school- blond, thin but with good definition- kind of a classically handsome all-American face, dropped his towel, had a great, well-muscled ass.
Saw another guy leave the sauna- also, like Gray, pressed his towel only over his groin, leaving his butt exposed- a good ass- a little softer than Gray’s, and with less of a cleft between his cheeks.
Gray had the best ass and the best body- hairy, muscular. I walked back and forth across the shower area as he was finishing up, just for the view.
Benjamin- dark hair, broad shouldered kid, shorter than Gray or Kaden, but great abs- looked at me with an amused, wry smile as he was getting dressed. Knows I have interest in college guys.
Met a 20 year old boy named Gray, yesterday, from Maine- looks like a football player [found out later he did play football in high school]- lots of HAIR- chest and stomach covered with hair- about 6’5” [his friend told me the next day that he had grown a foot his last year in high school] brawny, blond, stubbled, handsome square jaw, totally nude- had a large circumcised penis, large scrotum, well-defined testicles, showered with stall open, walked to and from the showers completely naked, great ass, well defined hairy buttocks- like his chest covered in hair. When Jordan and Benjamin were introducing me. I walked to him, he was clutching a blue hand towel to his groin, listened avidly to me. Told him about my interest in Steven King, and how Steven King taps into Americans’ fears about the wild frontier, the wild unknown occult forces that Europeans don’t understand- humans are not as established in North America as they are in Europe, more strange forces here. Saw Gray walk back and forth to his locker, only covered his groin with his hand towel, his muscled little butt totally exposed, a great tight ass- a nice wide gap between his butt cheeks. He let go of his wash cloth in front of his locker, enjoyed the side view of his penis- a good listener- I think he’s studying economics at Dartmouth. I noticed he chooses his words carefully, is empathetic and studious, and is a good listener. This tells me his bedroom manner is probably deliberative, cooperative, and gentle. It’s a rare find- a man with a big tool and also the discretion to use it wisely.
Saw his friend- Kaden- he also played football at same high school- blond, thin but with good definition- kind of a classically handsome all-American face, dropped his towel, had a great, well-muscled ass.
Saw another guy leave the sauna- also, like Gray, pressed his towel only over his groin, leaving his butt exposed- a good ass- a little softer than Gray’s, and with less of a cleft between his cheeks.
Gray had the best ass and the best body- hairy, muscular. I walked back and forth across the shower area as he was finishing up, just for the view.
Benjamin- dark hair, broad shouldered kid, shorter than Gray or Kaden, but great abs- looked at me with an amused, wry smile as he was getting dressed. Knows I have interest in college guys.
Penis side view is the best view, it show the balls in all their glory, which is the part of the male anatomy that makes a boy a man.
Also it allow a good view of the circumcision scar which I find very erotic as a European who don't see cut cock often, almost only on Arabs migrants/descendant in the locker.
Also it allow a good view of the circumcision scar which I find very erotic as a European who don't see cut cock often, almost only on Arabs migrants/descendant in the locker.
The Eternity of Boys
I age. I change, get gray, and grow old. But the college boys do not. There is a new incoming Freshman class every year, full of hope and joy. Freshness in their faces and eyes. I’m the one that ages, but the boys remain forever the same.
Some of the boys I loved in college come back years later to visit me. When they were college boys, we had long discussions in the steam room and sauna. I was the only older guy there, and they liked hearing what I had to say, and they really enjoyed the fact that I can listen without judgment. When they come back and see me, these men become boys again. We resume our talks in the sauna as if no time had passed at all. I remember all their names. I never forget them.
My Shower Partner
After spending lots of time with naked University guys, both undergraduates and Masters students, I start to establish almost a brotherly or even spousal connection with these young men. I remember one grad student in the science department. I think his name was Matt, but we hardly ever spoke. Our schedules happened to coincide for a couple of years, so we saw each other a lot in the shower. Matt, a brown haired former collegiate baseball player, stands about 6’1’’, two hundred pounds, maybe twenty-four or twenty-five. He usually sported a goatee or at least some stubble around his jutting, prognathous chin. I loved the controlled riot of his chest and stomach hair. Great abs, well-defined pecs. I liked his petite butt. His penis was manageable, mostly taken up by a prominent head with a little bit of shaft. A good one, but not intimidating. Sometimes guys with smaller penises use them more poetically. I think he’s one of those, making every word count.
I showered with him so often that I came to think of him as my shower husband. We never spoke, but sometimes he would give me a friendly smile. Just being naked with him was enough. I felt a connection with him, in spite of the generational gap.
One time a guy who looked a lot like Matt entered the shower while we were both in it. He was just a little taller than Matt, had a similar chin, goatee and chest, and a comparable amount of abdominal hair. To my irritation, he had a larger penis than Matt. Don’t get me wrong, I liked seeing this newcomer’s assets, but I felt that it might make Matt insecure, that he didn’t measure up. I wanted Matt to be happy with his own gifts. I hope Matt didn’t mind or feel upstaged. I think he knew he was beautiful and that his beauty added something unique to my morning routine.
I never slept with Matt. In fact, I’ve never made love with any of these college guys. And I don’t really feel the need to. The fantasy is always better than the reality.
The Prankster
And as I said before- the most erotic encounters I’ve had with college kids did not involve nudity, or at least nudity wasn’t the most important factor. What matters is the intensity of the encounter.
Once a handsome college Freshman named Seth came to my line at the convenience store. A skinny guy, with somewhat loose curly hair. Laugh lines around his eyes. He was buying alcohol. I knew his ID was fake because it said he came from New York. I lived in New York for twenty years and this dude did not have a New York accent. I got my manager to look at it-she told me she thought it was real, so she approved the sale.
Seth told me he went to the University of Michigan. For some reason I didn’t believe him. After he left I googled his name and noticed he actually attends a local college. It’s a good one- a preppy private school- but it’s no University of Michigan!
The next time Seth came through my line I gave him kind of a hard time, ribbing him about the dangers of underage drinking and why you shouldn’t lie about your academic institution. I was wearing my pink shirt that day, and I noticed during the conversation that Seth’s neck began to blush, and I saw the redness spread to his collarbone, and probably lower than his shirt line. My pink shirt must have alerted something in his body- and it initiated a hormonal response- a deep red flush. His body knew I was attracted to him, even if he couldn’t verbalise it. Our eyes met towards the end of our exchange, and I noticed his were of a beautiful grey. I held his gaze, and he laughed a little and took his change and told me to have a good night. He made my night.
The fact that I made him laugh, that he got so red, that we held each other’s gaze for a few seconds, made this experience truly memorable. Maybe I’ll see Seth naked one day, but he exposed his vulnerable private self to me by blushing, and I appreciate that.
The Marine
A few years ago, I saw a guy in the shower who swam for a military college. I forget which one it was- maybe the Merchant Marines or just the Marines. He was with a friend, and both of them used the stalls- but Trevor, the military guy, left the door open. His back was turned to me at the moment I was passing by, and I saw he had a wonderfully hard butt- sculpted from granite, bisected by an inviting pass.
That’s right Trevor, show Papa Bear your naked ass! Sergeant’s gonna drill you into shape in no time!
6’3’’, two hundred pounds, a Junior, intensely handsome. He had a lovely s-curve to his spine which made his butt stick out. A blonde with a hulking physique and a goofy smile.
He did not bring a towel and walked to his locker naked. I struck up a conversation with him about one of his tattoos, which said “All who wander are not lost”- I asked him if he knew what book it was from. He shook his head and said “No, sir!’ and I said “Lord of the Rings!”
How do you get that kind of tattoo without even knowing the source?
I told him he should read Lord of the Rings. He laughed and told me he would add it to his list. He then said that Dune is his generation’s Lord of the Rings.
I thought to myself, “Well this kid already has a giant sandworm!”
At that moment I noticed the three interlocking anchors tattooed on his inner thigh.
I then asked him if he had ever read Moby Dick. He told me had seen part of the movie but had never attempted the novel.
“You have to read it! You’re a sailor!” I said. He laughed again.
I then said that the guy who graduates last at Westpoint has to dress up as a goat and gets the loudest cheer. I asked him if there is something similar at the other military colleges, and he told me that at some naval schools the guy who graduates last is called the Anchorman!
I pointed to the anchors on his thigh, and he said, “I’m working on it!”
We spoke a little longer and he finally put on a pair of grey compression shorts. I took a little peak at his genitals as he was pulling them on. A circumcised and compact penis, supported by low-hanging balls.
I like military guys, as they’re normally not afraid of being naked. I take their nudity as an extension of their patriotic duty.
Trevor wasn’t shy about being naked at all- showering with the stall open, walking to his locker with no towel, taking his sweet time drying off. During our conversation I noticed he had beautiful light brown eyes. He had a rolling cadence to his voice.
I think he comes from a military family- his dad was in the army, and his little brother followed him into the Marines, and onto the swim team. He kept calling me “sir” in our conversation. The friend he was showering with told me later that Trevor had been a ne’er do well and a maverick in high school but that boot camp had straightened him out!
My own thoughts about his sexual behavior revolve around the fact that he’s training to be a sailor. Some guys are mama’s boys, while others are closer to their dads. I think the fact that his father was in the army and that he and his brother are also choosing military careers implies that he’s the latter. I think guys who are closer to their fathers make love differently than mama’s angels. I spoke about a boy named Dane last year, who is a lifeguard, a skateboarder, and a mama’s boy. I mentioned how he might be playful and whimsical in bed. This comes from the deep bond of trust and affection he had with his mom, which then transfers to his behavior towards his girlfriend.
But a daddy’s boy is someone who admires his father, as Trevor clearly does- following his father into the service. I think his lovemaking style would be different from Dane’s. Whereas a mama’s boy would be spontaneous and fun in bed, I think a daddy’s boy would not be. For Trevor, making love is another field in which he wants to win his father’s approval. He wants to do it right. He would need his partner’s constant cooperation, he would have the sex planned out from beginning to end. Whereas Dane is playful, Trevor is serious. That doesn’t mean he can’t be a little creative. Military guys, daddy’s boys, can be kinky. I think he likes having sex standing up, he likes using hot and spicy lube, he enjoys taking his partner from behind. Mama’s boys are excellent in foreplay. Daddy’s boys shine in copulation and thrusting.
I guess I’ve made love to Trevor twice. The first time was when I saw him naked and looked in wonder at his physique. It’s interesting that most of the erotic thrill of seeing naked young men comes not from seeing them nude, but rather derives from the fact that these boys are not aware of the fact that I am looking at them through the prism of feminine desire. Walt Whitman imagined himself as a woman peeping on a bunch of young soldiers bathing in a creek, in his famous “Twenty-eight young men” poem. In the same way I feel like I’m a secret agent for women, who do not have access to male-privileged spaces.
And the second time I’ve made love with him is through this article, through imagining how a post-adolescent daddy’s boy behaves in bed.
Thanks Trevor for defending our country. You pass the inspection. Make sure you keep that harpoon between your legs ready and sharp.
I age. I change, get gray, and grow old. But the college boys do not. There is a new incoming Freshman class every year, full of hope and joy. Freshness in their faces and eyes. I’m the one that ages, but the boys remain forever the same.
Some of the boys I loved in college come back years later to visit me. When they were college boys, we had long discussions in the steam room and sauna. I was the only older guy there, and they liked hearing what I had to say, and they really enjoyed the fact that I can listen without judgment. When they come back and see me, these men become boys again. We resume our talks in the sauna as if no time had passed at all. I remember all their names. I never forget them.
My Shower Partner
After spending lots of time with naked University guys, both undergraduates and Masters students, I start to establish almost a brotherly or even spousal connection with these young men. I remember one grad student in the science department. I think his name was Matt, but we hardly ever spoke. Our schedules happened to coincide for a couple of years, so we saw each other a lot in the shower. Matt, a brown haired former collegiate baseball player, stands about 6’1’’, two hundred pounds, maybe twenty-four or twenty-five. He usually sported a goatee or at least some stubble around his jutting, prognathous chin. I loved the controlled riot of his chest and stomach hair. Great abs, well-defined pecs. I liked his petite butt. His penis was manageable, mostly taken up by a prominent head with a little bit of shaft. A good one, but not intimidating. Sometimes guys with smaller penises use them more poetically. I think he’s one of those, making every word count.
I showered with him so often that I came to think of him as my shower husband. We never spoke, but sometimes he would give me a friendly smile. Just being naked with him was enough. I felt a connection with him, in spite of the generational gap.
One time a guy who looked a lot like Matt entered the shower while we were both in it. He was just a little taller than Matt, had a similar chin, goatee and chest, and a comparable amount of abdominal hair. To my irritation, he had a larger penis than Matt. Don’t get me wrong, I liked seeing this newcomer’s assets, but I felt that it might make Matt insecure, that he didn’t measure up. I wanted Matt to be happy with his own gifts. I hope Matt didn’t mind or feel upstaged. I think he knew he was beautiful and that his beauty added something unique to my morning routine.
I never slept with Matt. In fact, I’ve never made love with any of these college guys. And I don’t really feel the need to. The fantasy is always better than the reality.
The Prankster
And as I said before- the most erotic encounters I’ve had with college kids did not involve nudity, or at least nudity wasn’t the most important factor. What matters is the intensity of the encounter.
Once a handsome college Freshman named Seth came to my line at the convenience store. A skinny guy, with somewhat loose curly hair. Laugh lines around his eyes. He was buying alcohol. I knew his ID was fake because it said he came from New York. I lived in New York for twenty years and this dude did not have a New York accent. I got my manager to look at it-she told me she thought it was real, so she approved the sale.
Seth told me he went to the University of Michigan. For some reason I didn’t believe him. After he left I googled his name and noticed he actually attends a local college. It’s a good one- a preppy private school- but it’s no University of Michigan!
The next time Seth came through my line I gave him kind of a hard time, ribbing him about the dangers of underage drinking and why you shouldn’t lie about your academic institution. I was wearing my pink shirt that day, and I noticed during the conversation that Seth’s neck began to blush, and I saw the redness spread to his collarbone, and probably lower than his shirt line. My pink shirt must have alerted something in his body- and it initiated a hormonal response- a deep red flush. His body knew I was attracted to him, even if he couldn’t verbalise it. Our eyes met towards the end of our exchange, and I noticed his were of a beautiful grey. I held his gaze, and he laughed a little and took his change and told me to have a good night. He made my night.
The fact that I made him laugh, that he got so red, that we held each other’s gaze for a few seconds, made this experience truly memorable. Maybe I’ll see Seth naked one day, but he exposed his vulnerable private self to me by blushing, and I appreciate that.
The Marine
A few years ago, I saw a guy in the shower who swam for a military college. I forget which one it was- maybe the Merchant Marines or just the Marines. He was with a friend, and both of them used the stalls- but Trevor, the military guy, left the door open. His back was turned to me at the moment I was passing by, and I saw he had a wonderfully hard butt- sculpted from granite, bisected by an inviting pass.
That’s right Trevor, show Papa Bear your naked ass! Sergeant’s gonna drill you into shape in no time!
6’3’’, two hundred pounds, a Junior, intensely handsome. He had a lovely s-curve to his spine which made his butt stick out. A blonde with a hulking physique and a goofy smile.
He did not bring a towel and walked to his locker naked. I struck up a conversation with him about one of his tattoos, which said “All who wander are not lost”- I asked him if he knew what book it was from. He shook his head and said “No, sir!’ and I said “Lord of the Rings!”
How do you get that kind of tattoo without even knowing the source?
I told him he should read Lord of the Rings. He laughed and told me he would add it to his list. He then said that Dune is his generation’s Lord of the Rings.
I thought to myself, “Well this kid already has a giant sandworm!”
At that moment I noticed the three interlocking anchors tattooed on his inner thigh.
I then asked him if he had ever read Moby Dick. He told me had seen part of the movie but had never attempted the novel.
“You have to read it! You’re a sailor!” I said. He laughed again.
I then said that the guy who graduates last at Westpoint has to dress up as a goat and gets the loudest cheer. I asked him if there is something similar at the other military colleges, and he told me that at some naval schools the guy who graduates last is called the Anchorman!
I pointed to the anchors on his thigh, and he said, “I’m working on it!”
We spoke a little longer and he finally put on a pair of grey compression shorts. I took a little peak at his genitals as he was pulling them on. A circumcised and compact penis, supported by low-hanging balls.
I like military guys, as they’re normally not afraid of being naked. I take their nudity as an extension of their patriotic duty.
Trevor wasn’t shy about being naked at all- showering with the stall open, walking to his locker with no towel, taking his sweet time drying off. During our conversation I noticed he had beautiful light brown eyes. He had a rolling cadence to his voice.
I think he comes from a military family- his dad was in the army, and his little brother followed him into the Marines, and onto the swim team. He kept calling me “sir” in our conversation. The friend he was showering with told me later that Trevor had been a ne’er do well and a maverick in high school but that boot camp had straightened him out!
My own thoughts about his sexual behavior revolve around the fact that he’s training to be a sailor. Some guys are mama’s boys, while others are closer to their dads. I think the fact that his father was in the army and that he and his brother are also choosing military careers implies that he’s the latter. I think guys who are closer to their fathers make love differently than mama’s angels. I spoke about a boy named Dane last year, who is a lifeguard, a skateboarder, and a mama’s boy. I mentioned how he might be playful and whimsical in bed. This comes from the deep bond of trust and affection he had with his mom, which then transfers to his behavior towards his girlfriend.
But a daddy’s boy is someone who admires his father, as Trevor clearly does- following his father into the service. I think his lovemaking style would be different from Dane’s. Whereas a mama’s boy would be spontaneous and fun in bed, I think a daddy’s boy would not be. For Trevor, making love is another field in which he wants to win his father’s approval. He wants to do it right. He would need his partner’s constant cooperation, he would have the sex planned out from beginning to end. Whereas Dane is playful, Trevor is serious. That doesn’t mean he can’t be a little creative. Military guys, daddy’s boys, can be kinky. I think he likes having sex standing up, he likes using hot and spicy lube, he enjoys taking his partner from behind. Mama’s boys are excellent in foreplay. Daddy’s boys shine in copulation and thrusting.
I guess I’ve made love to Trevor twice. The first time was when I saw him naked and looked in wonder at his physique. It’s interesting that most of the erotic thrill of seeing naked young men comes not from seeing them nude, but rather derives from the fact that these boys are not aware of the fact that I am looking at them through the prism of feminine desire. Walt Whitman imagined himself as a woman peeping on a bunch of young soldiers bathing in a creek, in his famous “Twenty-eight young men” poem. In the same way I feel like I’m a secret agent for women, who do not have access to male-privileged spaces.
And the second time I’ve made love with him is through this article, through imagining how a post-adolescent daddy’s boy behaves in bed.
Thanks Trevor for defending our country. You pass the inspection. Make sure you keep that harpoon between your legs ready and sharp.
[I just want to preface my remarks today by mentioning the unfortunate pager attack on young men in Lebanon recently, apparently initiated by the IDF. The attack was designed to blow off the testicles of reservists in the Hezbollah militia movement. My totally non-political message is this: both Jewish and Muslim men are my brothers, and they are the ones who gave the world the beautiful gift of circumcision. To me, a man is not naked unless he is circumcised- there is a kind of vulnerability in having a circumcised and fully exposed glans. I am happy to live in America, where this beautiful Semitic practice is widely applied. Please, my brothers, stop fighting. And do not harm each other’s genitals. I love your beautiful circumcision. I love your balls.]
BASKETS AND BALLS IN THE SHOWER
A while back I attended an “exhibition” basketball game at my college. The other team, from far-away Minnesota, played well and beat our boys in all three periods. Of all the different sports teams I see in the showers, I find basketball boys among my very favorites. They’re big guys- tall and lanky on the court, and elephantine in the showers.
The first boy I saw in the shower was a little nervous, and chose a stall with a frayed curtain that would only close halfway. His name’s Kyle. He saw me staring and tried to close the curtain all the way but gave up. Our eyes met. He resigned himself to letting me chart the swing and trajectory of his schlong! The kid was a Freshman, six foot seven and blond, a little gangly and awkward. That bumbling gait was offset by his beautiful manhood- magnificent even among basketball boys- jutting over a large scrotum. For all his size, I’m sure he’s a grower. When erect, he’s a second colossus of Rhodes.
I wanted to cup his balls. I wanted to tweak his glans.
When he turned around, modestly hiding his frontal masculinity, I was treated to a view of his sculpted buttocks. I love the big, beautiful butts of basketball guys. He had a little baby fat on his ass. That’s normal for nineteen-year-olds.
Papa Bear wanted to drill for oil in the fertile space between his cheeks!
After the rest of his team joined us in the shower, he started to relax a little. He even fondled himself a couple of times.
He’s a daring shooter; he helped his team win by scoring lots of three point shots. In bed, I see him as a gentle giant, but he knows when it’s time to kick into high gear!
This boy has no problems in his love life!
I saw another boy enter, almost as tall as Kyle. I think his name’s Carter. He had more of a Mediterranean aspect, medium dark brown hair, olive-colored skin. Great abs and chest definition. Generously endowed in the penis, broad and blunt, a nice mushroom cap. His virility was underscored by his balls. Carter was a year older and a little more relaxed in the shower than Kyle. Moved with the confidence and easy grace of a ladies’ man.
A third kid that I remember- close cropped blond hair, almost a crew cut. Somewhat shorter than Kyle and Carter, but muscular. His penis was on the smaller side, but nice firm butt cheeks. Peach fuzz on his ass. His name’s Devon. He started rapping! He slapped the wall and soap dispenser, and stamped his feet as he free-styled, slinging rhymes. He shouted out the spontaneous phrases and sometimes his teammates completed them. This went on for the entire length of his shower! All his teammates laughed.
I asked him, when he was finished, what he thought about our home team. After all, they had beaten us.
He said, “Dey’s solid!”
I didn’t understand him at first, and then I realised he was speaking Ebonics!
They are solid, he was saying, in ghetto-talk.
Devon’s a white boy who wants to be Black.
I wonder if he’ll shout Ebonics when I’m pumping his Pilsbury Dough Boy white ass!
Such beautiful specimens. Once again, basketball boys are among my favorite athletes to observe in the shower. They are affable and gentle oafs.
THE FAKE BRIT
Sometimes when I see college boys in the shower I feel that their behavior, naked under the showerhead, gives me a kind of Rosetta stone to their psychological makeup- who they are.
Once I took a shower with a history major named Brian, who had an enormous penis and also an affected British accent. He’s from Detroit. He kept saying things like “innit” and “there we ah then” in affected phony British English. I told him he has a pronounced British accent for an American and he said in his twee accent “I’ve ‘eard that!”
He also wouldn’t leave his penis alone for a single second. He made a succession of loose fists around the shaft and ran his penis through the gauntlet of his lightly clenched fingers- seven or eight times.
I think affecting a foreign accent is a sign of insecurity. He feels he doesn’t measure up. He played slinky with his penis in another ploy to get attention, but this also underlines his lack of self-esteem. I think he’s a nervous lover- for all his indisputable ambition and intelligence, and his impressive endowment, I think his insecurities come to the fore in bed. He might struggle to sustain an erection and his performance might be hampered by his self-doubt or need to project confidence and bravado that he doesn’t actually have. It would be good for his partner to stroke the underside of his penis- from the balls all the way to the delicate circumcision scar. She should find a rhythm and just stick with it. He can tell her when he’s getting too close to climax and she can continue stroking at a slower pace. This might help him to relax into himself. He doesn’t have to affect a foreign accent to be loved. And by overcoming his insecurity, Brian can get hard, stay hard, and get the job done!
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MAN OF THE WEEK
Yesterday I was walking past the showers, when I saw a husky, broad-shouldered kid enter. When he dropped his towel, I saw his hairy back and butt cheeks and I rushed to my locker to undress. I joined him a minute later.
A five-foot eleven dark-haired boy, he faced slightly away from me but made no attempt to hide his penis. He had just a modest amount of chest hair- but still more than most college guys, concentrated mostly around his sternum, complemented by coarse hair around his lower abdomen. Strong, well-muscled, with a little layer of fat that just covered his abs. Bushy eyebrows and expressive dark eyes. Handsome and studious, perennial five o’clock shadow. He told me his name was Tom. He played lacrosse in high school. That made sense- he has the body of a lacrosse player. He’s studying physics. I recommended to him some books I like- biographies of the famous physicists. We spoke about Dirac, Godel, Heisenberg, Bohr, and other great men of science. He listened intently.
It's funny how people’s pets often end up looking like their owners. It’s a sign of their mutual love and companionship. In the same way, I think college guys have a similar relationship to their penises. Tom and Tom’s penis were alike muscular, broad and blunt, thoughtful and dynamic.
I noticed that the doctor who had circumcised him left him a little flap of foreskin just underneath the glans, giving his penis a double chin!
I kept getting an erection which I tried unsuccessfully to suppress, so I just tried to hide it, variously with my hand and with my toiletry kit.
Our conversation shifted and Tom asked me for advice on writing his graduate admission essay. As we spoke, he kept drying his penis off, even though he had already toweled his groin a few times. He flattened his penis against his left thigh, and then his right thigh. That made its double chin shake!
I wanted to take him in my mouth so badly. My tongue wanted to limn that sensitive little nugget of flesh that survived his circumcision. Afterwards, I would apply some more saliva to his glans and trace patterns on it with my fingers. He played lacrosse in high school, but he also had an academic career in football. I’ll make this offensive lineman cross the fifty yard line of moans!
It’s interesting- he was flopping his penis from side to side, and my penis was bobbing up and up. It’s as if our penises were engaged in some kind of dialogue- the young penis asking questions, and the older one nodding in approval. When a young guy flops his penis around while talking to someone, it’s usually a sign of trust and friendship. I was honored.
I noticed from Tom’s conversation that he was courteous, engaging, and a little starved for positive affirmation- also maybe a little lonely. I think the fact that he flopped his penis around so many times, even after he had already dried it, may give us some insight into his sexual behavior. My own feeling about his bedroom style is that he’s a thorough, pensive lover, who takes his time in sex. His lovemaking builds to a steady, satisfying crescendo. But he may punctuate it, or preface it, with three or four false climaxes. This is called “edging” in contemporary erotic lingo, but I don’t think he does it on purpose. I think he just wants to get it “right” and find the right moment. He might pull himself back from the brink if he feels he can continue a little longer with the same pace. When Tom knows ejaculation is inevitable, he gives it his all.
Tom seems really nervous about applying to grad school. But he has a beautiful endowment and a beautiful heart. He’s better than any school- he’s a student of life, and a future professor of love.
I am happy to confer on him the title of “Man of the Week”.
Hot diggety dog, Tom! You’ve arrived!
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WRESTLER’S REAR
The last boy I saw yesterday was a 125 lb wrestler named Lane. 125 is the lowest weight class in college wrestling, but this guy is a king in the shower. He walked to the shower with a green towel that he held modestly over his groin. A determined look on his face. At the same time, as he was walking, modesty had to yield to his need to fondle himself a little. He faced the wall most of the time, so I only got a couple side views of his penis. A good one. A big head. Maybe just a little bit of morning wood. It’s funny that he faced the wall out of politeness, because he had one of the cutest butts I’ve seen in a long time. A wrestler’s ass- chiseled and fine. A surprisingly wide and hairy crack. I felt it was inviting me. It’s funny how college guys often try desperately to hide their ding-a-lings in the shower but are fine leaving their butts exposed. But for gay men like me, their perfect, Olympic asses offer plenty of fodder to the loving imagination. After the shower, he came up to me in the locker room and told me he recognized me from a lecture on anthropology I gave a month ago. I was surprised he remembered! He was eager to hear more on the subject so we spoke for a little while. He has bright green eyes, a crooked little nose and a quick smile. I wanted to take him onto the mat and show him a whole new level of submission.
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Thank you, my boys, my college boys. Your simple bodies naked are the highest eloquence.
BASKETS AND BALLS IN THE SHOWER
A while back I attended an “exhibition” basketball game at my college. The other team, from far-away Minnesota, played well and beat our boys in all three periods. Of all the different sports teams I see in the showers, I find basketball boys among my very favorites. They’re big guys- tall and lanky on the court, and elephantine in the showers.
The first boy I saw in the shower was a little nervous, and chose a stall with a frayed curtain that would only close halfway. His name’s Kyle. He saw me staring and tried to close the curtain all the way but gave up. Our eyes met. He resigned himself to letting me chart the swing and trajectory of his schlong! The kid was a Freshman, six foot seven and blond, a little gangly and awkward. That bumbling gait was offset by his beautiful manhood- magnificent even among basketball boys- jutting over a large scrotum. For all his size, I’m sure he’s a grower. When erect, he’s a second colossus of Rhodes.
I wanted to cup his balls. I wanted to tweak his glans.
When he turned around, modestly hiding his frontal masculinity, I was treated to a view of his sculpted buttocks. I love the big, beautiful butts of basketball guys. He had a little baby fat on his ass. That’s normal for nineteen-year-olds.
Papa Bear wanted to drill for oil in the fertile space between his cheeks!
After the rest of his team joined us in the shower, he started to relax a little. He even fondled himself a couple of times.
He’s a daring shooter; he helped his team win by scoring lots of three point shots. In bed, I see him as a gentle giant, but he knows when it’s time to kick into high gear!
This boy has no problems in his love life!
I saw another boy enter, almost as tall as Kyle. I think his name’s Carter. He had more of a Mediterranean aspect, medium dark brown hair, olive-colored skin. Great abs and chest definition. Generously endowed in the penis, broad and blunt, a nice mushroom cap. His virility was underscored by his balls. Carter was a year older and a little more relaxed in the shower than Kyle. Moved with the confidence and easy grace of a ladies’ man.
A third kid that I remember- close cropped blond hair, almost a crew cut. Somewhat shorter than Kyle and Carter, but muscular. His penis was on the smaller side, but nice firm butt cheeks. Peach fuzz on his ass. His name’s Devon. He started rapping! He slapped the wall and soap dispenser, and stamped his feet as he free-styled, slinging rhymes. He shouted out the spontaneous phrases and sometimes his teammates completed them. This went on for the entire length of his shower! All his teammates laughed.
I asked him, when he was finished, what he thought about our home team. After all, they had beaten us.
He said, “Dey’s solid!”
I didn’t understand him at first, and then I realised he was speaking Ebonics!
They are solid, he was saying, in ghetto-talk.
Devon’s a white boy who wants to be Black.
I wonder if he’ll shout Ebonics when I’m pumping his Pilsbury Dough Boy white ass!
Such beautiful specimens. Once again, basketball boys are among my favorite athletes to observe in the shower. They are affable and gentle oafs.
THE FAKE BRIT
Sometimes when I see college boys in the shower I feel that their behavior, naked under the showerhead, gives me a kind of Rosetta stone to their psychological makeup- who they are.
Once I took a shower with a history major named Brian, who had an enormous penis and also an affected British accent. He’s from Detroit. He kept saying things like “innit” and “there we ah then” in affected phony British English. I told him he has a pronounced British accent for an American and he said in his twee accent “I’ve ‘eard that!”
He also wouldn’t leave his penis alone for a single second. He made a succession of loose fists around the shaft and ran his penis through the gauntlet of his lightly clenched fingers- seven or eight times.
I think affecting a foreign accent is a sign of insecurity. He feels he doesn’t measure up. He played slinky with his penis in another ploy to get attention, but this also underlines his lack of self-esteem. I think he’s a nervous lover- for all his indisputable ambition and intelligence, and his impressive endowment, I think his insecurities come to the fore in bed. He might struggle to sustain an erection and his performance might be hampered by his self-doubt or need to project confidence and bravado that he doesn’t actually have. It would be good for his partner to stroke the underside of his penis- from the balls all the way to the delicate circumcision scar. She should find a rhythm and just stick with it. He can tell her when he’s getting too close to climax and she can continue stroking at a slower pace. This might help him to relax into himself. He doesn’t have to affect a foreign accent to be loved. And by overcoming his insecurity, Brian can get hard, stay hard, and get the job done!
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MAN OF THE WEEK
Yesterday I was walking past the showers, when I saw a husky, broad-shouldered kid enter. When he dropped his towel, I saw his hairy back and butt cheeks and I rushed to my locker to undress. I joined him a minute later.
A five-foot eleven dark-haired boy, he faced slightly away from me but made no attempt to hide his penis. He had just a modest amount of chest hair- but still more than most college guys, concentrated mostly around his sternum, complemented by coarse hair around his lower abdomen. Strong, well-muscled, with a little layer of fat that just covered his abs. Bushy eyebrows and expressive dark eyes. Handsome and studious, perennial five o’clock shadow. He told me his name was Tom. He played lacrosse in high school. That made sense- he has the body of a lacrosse player. He’s studying physics. I recommended to him some books I like- biographies of the famous physicists. We spoke about Dirac, Godel, Heisenberg, Bohr, and other great men of science. He listened intently.
It's funny how people’s pets often end up looking like their owners. It’s a sign of their mutual love and companionship. In the same way, I think college guys have a similar relationship to their penises. Tom and Tom’s penis were alike muscular, broad and blunt, thoughtful and dynamic.
I noticed that the doctor who had circumcised him left him a little flap of foreskin just underneath the glans, giving his penis a double chin!
I kept getting an erection which I tried unsuccessfully to suppress, so I just tried to hide it, variously with my hand and with my toiletry kit.
Our conversation shifted and Tom asked me for advice on writing his graduate admission essay. As we spoke, he kept drying his penis off, even though he had already toweled his groin a few times. He flattened his penis against his left thigh, and then his right thigh. That made its double chin shake!
I wanted to take him in my mouth so badly. My tongue wanted to limn that sensitive little nugget of flesh that survived his circumcision. Afterwards, I would apply some more saliva to his glans and trace patterns on it with my fingers. He played lacrosse in high school, but he also had an academic career in football. I’ll make this offensive lineman cross the fifty yard line of moans!
It’s interesting- he was flopping his penis from side to side, and my penis was bobbing up and up. It’s as if our penises were engaged in some kind of dialogue- the young penis asking questions, and the older one nodding in approval. When a young guy flops his penis around while talking to someone, it’s usually a sign of trust and friendship. I was honored.
I noticed from Tom’s conversation that he was courteous, engaging, and a little starved for positive affirmation- also maybe a little lonely. I think the fact that he flopped his penis around so many times, even after he had already dried it, may give us some insight into his sexual behavior. My own feeling about his bedroom style is that he’s a thorough, pensive lover, who takes his time in sex. His lovemaking builds to a steady, satisfying crescendo. But he may punctuate it, or preface it, with three or four false climaxes. This is called “edging” in contemporary erotic lingo, but I don’t think he does it on purpose. I think he just wants to get it “right” and find the right moment. He might pull himself back from the brink if he feels he can continue a little longer with the same pace. When Tom knows ejaculation is inevitable, he gives it his all.
Tom seems really nervous about applying to grad school. But he has a beautiful endowment and a beautiful heart. He’s better than any school- he’s a student of life, and a future professor of love.
I am happy to confer on him the title of “Man of the Week”.
Hot diggety dog, Tom! You’ve arrived!
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WRESTLER’S REAR
The last boy I saw yesterday was a 125 lb wrestler named Lane. 125 is the lowest weight class in college wrestling, but this guy is a king in the shower. He walked to the shower with a green towel that he held modestly over his groin. A determined look on his face. At the same time, as he was walking, modesty had to yield to his need to fondle himself a little. He faced the wall most of the time, so I only got a couple side views of his penis. A good one. A big head. Maybe just a little bit of morning wood. It’s funny that he faced the wall out of politeness, because he had one of the cutest butts I’ve seen in a long time. A wrestler’s ass- chiseled and fine. A surprisingly wide and hairy crack. I felt it was inviting me. It’s funny how college guys often try desperately to hide their ding-a-lings in the shower but are fine leaving their butts exposed. But for gay men like me, their perfect, Olympic asses offer plenty of fodder to the loving imagination. After the shower, he came up to me in the locker room and told me he recognized me from a lecture on anthropology I gave a month ago. I was surprised he remembered! He was eager to hear more on the subject so we spoke for a little while. He has bright green eyes, a crooked little nose and a quick smile. I wanted to take him onto the mat and show him a whole new level of submission.
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Thank you, my boys, my college boys. Your simple bodies naked are the highest eloquence.
