I lived in the scholarship or "geek" dorm, which was also the first coed dorm on campus. "[Name of dorm], where the women are on top" :smile: was our T-shirt design my freshman year (because the women were on the third floor and half of the first floor). I think the university administrators allowed it because they thought highly academic people didn't have sex--all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding.
In the basement and on the first and second floors, the bathrooms were in vaguely triangular rooms in the curve of the building. Two toilet stalls (with retrofitted doors and walls; the original 1950s design had everything out in the open) on one wall, a double sink in front of a BIG mirror on the second wall, towel hooks and a shelf for toiletries on the third wall, and at the point of the triangle between the toilet stalls and the towel hooks, a relatively narrow one-person-wide opening into a rather intimately sized triangular gang shower space with two shower heads. NONE of us used those two shower heads at the same time.
Two stories:
(1) The 400-pound Chemistry major down the hall had an eating problem AND a non-showering problem. He finally got to smelling so badly that I was asked to talk with him about it (I was somehow perceived as the most diplomatic one of us on that side of the first floor). In conversation, I found out that he literally couldn't fit into the shower room opening, so he didn't take them. I suggested that the showers at the gym--big gang showers with 8-10 shower heads and an opening wide enough for his body--might be the best alternative. He was terrified of others seeing his naked body, so I suggested that he go very early in the morning when no one else was awake. That next Monday, he made the trek. He started taking regular showers. The smell problem disappeared, and he lost some weight due to having to exercise early in the morning in order to get to a shower (the gym was several buildings away). I received congratulations for the general improvement in our living conditions for the remainder of the time I was in college. :tongue:
(2) The skinny but energetic and charming male cheerleader who lived next to me--he looked like a much skinnier Martin Lawrence, including the pointy elf ears and the moustache--was the cheerleader we called the "mic man," because he was the one who actually led the cheers at the football games. Well, one Saturday morning, I woke up to the sound of something rhythmically bumping into the concrete wall by my bed (the dorm was built of 1950s concrete blocks, so sound sort of reverberated, especially at times when everything else was quiet). It sounded like another bed in another room was being bumped against the wall--pretty hard, too, with each bump. Of course, I realized that he was having sex with a woman--those little sounds were unmistakeable--and I wanted to bang on the wall but told myself I really shouldn't disturb him, since it was Saturday morning and it was the first time I'd ever been awakened by him having sex. In another moment, he was done, and he quickly went to the bathroom and the shower started up. Now, keep in mind he knew I'm gay and was OK with it, but this is truly the first time he (or any other man in the dorm) had done this: When I stumbled sleepily into the bathroom to tell him he woke me up and give him some grief about it, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower and toweled himself off with no shame at all, in fact preening somewhat. I was amazed. I'm sure my eyes were popping out of my head. His body was tight and toned, if still skinny, and he had a third leg! (Sort of like LPSG member 8060, now that I think about it.) Honestly, his cock was long and still semi-erect from sex, and it was about as thick as my wrist and hung two-thirds of the way down his thigh. The shaft was a dark pecan brown and the circumcised head was a bright pink. The only hair on his body seemed to be concentrated around it. When it was all wet, it was all amazing. Dry, it was a beautiful picture. I tried to keep my eyes on his face while I was giving him grief about waking me up, but I knew he saw me staring, because he grinned and kept drying under his balls, thereby pushing his cock out straight in front of him. It was like he was showing me what he had. That was as far as it went, damn it--him grinning and pushing his cock forward, me trying to form coherent sentences while giving him grief about how he'd awakened me. I'd never thought of him in a sexual way, before, but after that, my own bed banged against the wall a few times early Saturday mornings! Unfortunately, due to my jacking off, not to any sex with a partner.
Unfortunately, that was the only time this happened in the dorms.
NCbear (who has better stories about the showers in the gym :biggrin1:
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