I'd say Aggies are the hottest college dudes in Texas.
I was get naked mostly at our room, so do other dorm mates too..
This is usually what I do when I get to the dorms in the hostels specially if I’m the first one…
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Here is an excerpt from a story I've written about a wrestler in college who lives in a dorm where guys think nothing at all about nudity, or morning wood or any of the thousand sexual responses guys get, esp at that age. If you're interested in more, I can point you to the full story here on lpsg.
He looked around and saw the boxer briefs and grabbed them for inspection. To his surprise, the cum spurts seemed to have landed on the inside waistband and kind of on one leg, so they weren't immediately obvious to a casual observer. He got up quickly before Charlie returned and pulled on the underwear. His cock at this point was mostly flaccid... but then he recalled the comments in the locker room from the day before--that he apparently had a penis that was much bigger than average. Well, there was nothing to be done about it now. He tried to pull the boxer briefs a little lower so the thick dangle of his penis wouldn't be quite so noticeable. He padded to the door and entered the hallway.
There must have been some kind of cosmic rhythmic dance going on; the moment he entered the hall, half a dozen guys opened their room doors, almost like they'd rehearsed it. With a few grunts and even a barely distinguishable "good morning" from one of the better raised guys, all of them stumbled to the bathroom. What caught Skye by surprise is that without exception every guy there had morning wood, and none of them seemed to give it a second thought. A couple of them wore loose boxers whose front tented out thanks to their morning erection. One guy had on striped boxer briefs, another just plain black pouch briefs, and two others were completely naked. Not a one of them made a comment about their erections whose presence crowded the hall.
Stunned, but desperate, Skye followed them to the bathroom which had three urinals, one stall and a small shower area with three heads that were already running hot water.
"Fuck, I gotta piss," muttered one redheaded fellow; pale skin and super defined abs. "Move over.”
"Can't, dude. I'm in the middle of pissing myself... Well, not ‘pissing myself’ if you know what I mean!" A couple of chuckles were emitted at this lame joke but mostly the guys were still waking up still. "Just come share the urinal if you're that desperate.”
"Ok, thanks, man." The redhead scooted in between the dark-haired fellow and another crew cut guy, pulled his hard shaft over the waistband of his boxer briefs, and aimed it at the urinal.
There was a small guy there, maybe only 5'5" and wearing wire-rimmed glasses, even at this point of the morning. He had sandy brown hair and an intelligent look. He was the one wearing the briefs. "Who the hell designed this?" he asked.
"Designed what?" responded one of the others.
"Our dicks! I guess there's a reason she's called Mother Nature. No guy would design a system where you wake up hard every morning but can't piss because you're hard. It's fucked up. And it's not like my dick's such a monster that it takes an hour to go down, but still. It's fuckin’ inconvenient." To prove his point, he yanked down the front of his briefs and out popped a small, erect penis. It seemed proportional to his overall size: maybe 5 inches max, but notably stiff. He pivoted his hips, causing the cock to sway back and forth, hitting each thigh in turn. The other guys laughed, having all done this themselves in the journey of self-discovery that puberty had created.
"Oh quite whining, ya pussy. Your dick's your dick. Gotta love it.”
"Yeah, I know. And I do.... ya know, for the most part.”
A tall lean fellow wearing boxers said, "Well, if it's any consolation, I think your dick looks awesome. Ya know, aesthetically, since you're Mr. Philosopher.
"Thank you, my man," replied the briefs wearer. "I shall take it as a kindness." He put his hand to his bare chest and made a mock theatrical bow of courtesy.
Suddenly, Skye heard a voice whispering in his ear. "That's Alex. He's kind of our resident intellectual. He's not really on a team, but he works out and we lobbied for him to be admitted to the athletes' dorm. Kinda funny. Kinda nerdy. Kinda small.”
Skye said nothing. At that point, a urinal opened up and he approached it and pulled out his penis. A minute later, relieved after his morning piss, he turned around and took in the scene.
Naked dudes just talking, waiting to shower, other dudes with erections bobbing, brushing their teeth, a couple of guys returning to bed. Only one of them, a giant of a fellow with messy dark curled hair and notably thick eye lashes, let his eyes linger on Skye and then drop to look at Kirk's boxer briefs. For a moment, Skye panicked, thinking the evidence of his dream was obvious, but after what was a stare perhaps a little too long, the fellow turned and walked out into the hallway.
Skye returned to his room and changed into his briefs. He waited till Charlie returned and then cleared his throat.
Charlie beat him to the punch. "Yeah, I told you about cleaning jizz out of underwear. Lemme show you.”
He looked around and saw the boxer briefs and grabbed them for inspection. To his surprise, the cum spurts seemed to have landed on the inside waistband and kind of on one leg, so they weren't immediately obvious to a casual observer. He got up quickly before Charlie returned and pulled on the underwear. His cock at this point was mostly flaccid... but then he recalled the comments in the locker room from the day before--that he apparently had a penis that was much bigger than average. Well, there was nothing to be done about it now. He tried to pull the boxer briefs a little lower so the thick dangle of his penis wouldn't be quite so noticeable. He padded to the door and entered the hallway.
There must have been some kind of cosmic rhythmic dance going on; the moment he entered the hall, half a dozen guys opened their room doors, almost like they'd rehearsed it. With a few grunts and even a barely distinguishable "good morning" from one of the better raised guys, all of them stumbled to the bathroom. What caught Skye by surprise is that without exception every guy there had morning wood, and none of them seemed to give it a second thought. A couple of them wore loose boxers whose front tented out thanks to their morning erection. One guy had on striped boxer briefs, another just plain black pouch briefs, and two others were completely naked. Not a one of them made a comment about their erections whose presence crowded the hall.
Stunned, but desperate, Skye followed them to the bathroom which had three urinals, one stall and a small shower area with three heads that were already running hot water.
"Fuck, I gotta piss," muttered one redheaded fellow; pale skin and super defined abs. "Move over.”
"Can't, dude. I'm in the middle of pissing myself... Well, not ‘pissing myself’ if you know what I mean!" A couple of chuckles were emitted at this lame joke but mostly the guys were still waking up still. "Just come share the urinal if you're that desperate.”
"Ok, thanks, man." The redhead scooted in between the dark-haired fellow and another crew cut guy, pulled his hard shaft over the waistband of his boxer briefs, and aimed it at the urinal.
There was a small guy there, maybe only 5'5" and wearing wire-rimmed glasses, even at this point of the morning. He had sandy brown hair and an intelligent look. He was the one wearing the briefs. "Who the hell designed this?" he asked.
"Designed what?" responded one of the others.
"Our dicks! I guess there's a reason she's called Mother Nature. No guy would design a system where you wake up hard every morning but can't piss because you're hard. It's fucked up. And it's not like my dick's such a monster that it takes an hour to go down, but still. It's fuckin’ inconvenient." To prove his point, he yanked down the front of his briefs and out popped a small, erect penis. It seemed proportional to his overall size: maybe 5 inches max, but notably stiff. He pivoted his hips, causing the cock to sway back and forth, hitting each thigh in turn. The other guys laughed, having all done this themselves in the journey of self-discovery that puberty had created.
"Oh quite whining, ya pussy. Your dick's your dick. Gotta love it.”
"Yeah, I know. And I do.... ya know, for the most part.”
A tall lean fellow wearing boxers said, "Well, if it's any consolation, I think your dick looks awesome. Ya know, aesthetically, since you're Mr. Philosopher.
"Thank you, my man," replied the briefs wearer. "I shall take it as a kindness." He put his hand to his bare chest and made a mock theatrical bow of courtesy.
Suddenly, Skye heard a voice whispering in his ear. "That's Alex. He's kind of our resident intellectual. He's not really on a team, but he works out and we lobbied for him to be admitted to the athletes' dorm. Kinda funny. Kinda nerdy. Kinda small.”
Skye said nothing. At that point, a urinal opened up and he approached it and pulled out his penis. A minute later, relieved after his morning piss, he turned around and took in the scene.
Naked dudes just talking, waiting to shower, other dudes with erections bobbing, brushing their teeth, a couple of guys returning to bed. Only one of them, a giant of a fellow with messy dark curled hair and notably thick eye lashes, let his eyes linger on Skye and then drop to look at Kirk's boxer briefs. For a moment, Skye panicked, thinking the evidence of his dream was obvious, but after what was a stare perhaps a little too long, the fellow turned and walked out into the hallway.
Skye returned to his room and changed into his briefs. He waited till Charlie returned and then cleared his throat.
Charlie beat him to the punch. "Yeah, I told you about cleaning jizz out of underwear. Lemme show you.”
