I was a freshman in college. I wouldn't say I was in the closet, it was more like I was in the bank vault, at midnight, on Sunday, during the Christmas holidays. Anyway, I went over to the Phys Ed building to go swimming. Walked into the shower, and there was this upper classman gorilla. A bit taller than me, chunky to say the least, hairy chest, hairy legs, hairy arms. And I swear, a beer can between his legs. I don't think the term "beer can" to describe a dick had been invented yet, but my mental calipers pegged this boy at 3 inches wide and 4-5 inches long, and that weren't no boner. My reaction? Stark disbelief! Decades or so later, I can still picture him. And no, nothing happened, other than I broke my thumb nail opening my locker. Never broke a nail before, either. Memories! Mom never told me things like that could happen.