One drunken day, there was a go-around the table in which we brought up the sex life of my roommates. He's dating a bisexual girl who, in her own right, is pretty attractive. The guy's not too bad himself. He's certainly not a stud and he's certainly not a pretty boy, but he's got attractive qualities about him, I guess. So, when we found out he had sex with his girlfriend in the shower (in the bathroom that he and I share), we jokingly laughed about his size, assuming that he'd be pretty small. When his girlfriend said he's well-endowed, I tried to be open-minded about that response. "Well-endowed" could make any number of sizes above average, and average is only six inches or so. Seven could qualify... I came home tonight. He left a note on my door about his work schedule (since we work at the same restaurant), and I knocked on his door to tell him that I had it. His door doesn't seal when it's shut, so you can easily see into his room. In thise case, he and his girlfriend were fooling around and he got up to, I suppose, put on a pair of shorts before answering his door. To be technical, I caught a glimpse of him getting out of bed naked, and I didn't really focus on his dick size. I was so taken aback at the nudity, I just looked away on impulse. Then, it hit me. I've had a couple of friends in my life who claimed to be well-endowed, and me being the gutsy bastard that I am, I've called 'em out on their size. Healthy curiosity, I suppose. I'm a niner and I don't have any opportunities -- except on cam to cam -- to see what other guys are packing. There's nothing wrong with looking; it's natural, or whatever excuse you want to spin -- it works. I suppose if I were curious about whether or not my roommate was really packing, I would've looked, right? I do that a bit unconsciously at the gym. Not much, just an occasional glance every now and then. But when I had the perfect opportunity to see my roomie's dong, I turned away. In fact, I turned away out of a bit of replusion. So, I came to this conclusion. To indulge in a bit of healthy curiosity about what a fellow dude is packing, one must necessarily accept some semblance or degree of attraction toward the person. It doesn't have to be anything serious or particularly potent. To those who look, one would have to admit a degree of interest. You wouldn't look down south unless you wanted to see what was down there, right? Even if it's just a quick glance, even if you didn't mean to look... your eyes just didn't go down there on their own. And as such, because my eyes averted with a good bit of disgust/disinterest, I can safely conclude that there's not a damn thing that I find physically attractive in this male roommate. Don't get me wrong. I like him. He's a decent guy. I'd just rather see him fully clothed. (Yeah... the body doesn't look all that great on him either.) Heh, and I'm plenty happy with that conclusion.