For The Love Of College Boys

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I am founding this group to explore various examples and types of locker room behavior among college boys, of the 18-21 age range. Some of these posts are adopted from ones that I wrote under a now-deleted account (accidental). I’d like to share essays that explore the theme of college boys and nudity, as well as touch on the various attitudes, and comfort levels, that a college kid may have towards his own penis. This is, hopefully, the first instalment of many in this series.



Case study 1: Boys who make eye contact before disrobing.



There’s an interesting subliminal lingo that occurs between guys in a locker room. Here’s one example: I was getting dressed after a hard work out and a nice hot shower when an underclassman, a young guy, maybe nineteen years old came up to the locker next to mine. He was wearing a baseball cap, a “Qatar club” soccer shirt, and shorts. He walked with the wobbly grace of a young foal; many college guys are still getting used to their new adult bodies. He had a slightly dimpled chin.


He looked at me and cocked his head slightly to one side, meaning “I’m about to take off all my clothes, I’m about to get naked.” I raised my eyebrows and flexed the fingers of my right hand without lifting up my arm, almost in a ‘hi’ gesture, meaning, “Cool, man- let’s have a look at you.”

He took off his shoes and hat first and then peeled off his shirt. I saw he had a light to creamy olive complexion with some gold flakes, maybe he had some Greek or Italian blood. But his nipples were a little dark which might point to some Latino ancestry, too. Then he “dropped his drawers” with a quick downward thrust and his circumcised penis popped out. I was surprised because he had such mild, delicate features but his penis was a big oaf!

He walked to the scale, weighed himself, and then walked back, without bothering to cover himself even with his hands. I saw his penis didn’t swing much, it seemed heavy. His penis had gravity, confidence and a sense of purpose. I could tell this kid would get a lot done in life. He had the features of a boy but the penis of a MAN.

One of the most fascinating things about college boys is that their privates have already reached maturity, while the rest of their bodies slowly grows and ripens into manhood by slow but marvelous degrees.

(Young men are often described as “oafs” and I’m calling his penis an ‘oaf’. One thing young men have in common with oafs is that they are not very verbal; they have trouble articulating themselves in words. That's why young men so often express themselves through either anger or sex. Sometimes the only way to reach boys and oafs is through gentle tickling : )


Case study 2: Boys who keep their eyes down when getting naked in front of older men.




Tommy and Aaron are two friends of mine from the college. They both played lacrosse in high school but don’t play any more in college. They are both underclassmen. Once I was getting changed into my gym outfit when both boys came out of the shower, in towels. They both said hi to me and then dropped their towels and started drying off. We had a nice conversation about how their academic year was going, while they were toweling off and changing. I noticed they kept their eyes down or averted the whole time, I suppose out of respect. That made it easier for me to focus on their ding-a-lings!

Tommy, who is blond and taller, had a larger penis than Aaron did, but Aaron was more of a man- he spent more time in the gym and had better definition in his chest and abs. Also, his voice had lost most of its post-adolescent scratchiness in its higher registers whereas Tommy still had some squeaks in his.

And if he wasn’t as well-endowed as Tommy, he certainly could deliver the mail! I’d take a package from him any time!

Again, Tommy had a slender, angular body and a bigger penis. I was trying to choose which of them I’d like to share a sleeping bag with on a cold night when another college boy walked up to his locker, just in front of me, turned around and, after whipping off his shirt, dropped his pants to show a perfect, sculpted eighteen-year old ass! I was stunned! College kids front and back! Even in the Garden of Eden can you find such a rapture of boys?



Case study three: How college boys hide their glans in the shower




“Glans” is a technical term; it refers to the head of the penis. For circumcised men, at least, the glans is what gives the penis its character. It is also the part that college boys are most modest about showing. Let’s explore some of the ways college kids try to conceal their glans.


I was taking a shower when some of the varsity soccer boys came in, after practice. Most of them chose the stalls, but dropped their towels a few feet away, thus affording me a look at their muscular and surprisingly hairy behinds (most college boys don't have much hair on their asses). A *very* handsome young man with brown curly hair and medium build, chose a shower head next to mine, took off his towel, and then immediately espaliered his penis against his abdomen with his left hand, so the glans was roughly opposite his navel, and covered by his palm.


The advantage to this strategy is that it does hide the glans. Unfortunately for the boy, but luckily for me, it afforded me a front-row ticket to his balls! I rarely get to study a young man’s testicles, so his moving the penis out of the way gave me the chance to admire his aptly-named family jewels. Another disadvantage is that eventually, he has to remove his hand to properly wash the penis or to towel off. So, I did see his glans anyway. This is clearly not a winning strategy for maintaining privacy.



Another time, after a basketball tournament, I noticed two boys walking to the shower, one a few feet behind the other. Both of them were naked. One boy was cupping his genitals with one hand, which is inefficient and doesn't really cover the beauty, while the other boy was touching himself! The second boy, by dandling his penis with his fingers, was being masculine and totally appropriate, while the first boy must have some internalized insecurity about the young male sex drive. But he was brave enough to be naked so hat's off to him!


Finally, there are college guys who are so secure in their manhood that they don’t try to hide their glans at all.


Once I saw two visiting college wrestlers in the shower. It was early in the morning, and the two boys were relaxing in the shower before a long day of matches. One kid was Latino, the other boy was bi-racial. He had a more or less Caucasian skin tone, but with the rounded lips and somewhat flattened nose common to people of African heritage. The Latino boy was handsome, angular, and had a good-sized dong, but his friend was in a whole other league! The second boy’s penis stuck out in a mock-erection, at an acute angle. I don’t know how well he does on the mat, but he’s certainly a winner under the covers!

I got an almost immediate erection. Usually when I get an erection in the shower, I just leave. But this time, I just faced the wall and counted to a hundred, waiting for my erection to go down. It didn’t. Finally, I had to turn around again. The mulatto boy was still there. He saw my erection and he just smiled! I noticed that his penis was up-cocked at an even sharper angle; his body responded sympathetically to my erection!


After so many years of loving college boys for all their raw, innocent power, and their sweetness and joy, it was gratifying to me for one of them to see my erection, and to smile, and respond with his own arousal. It was like mutual appreciation. I was thanking him for his beauty, and he was thanking me for admiring his elemental maleness, his virility. It connects back to my original point about the subliminal lingo between guys in the locker room. A beautiful thing.

 

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I welcome all essays/reflections on this subject.

 

[hot showers]

Things have certainly changed since I went to college in the late 80's/early 90's. Back then, it was considered normal "guy" behavior to be at ease being naked around other guys. If you weren't comfortable with it, it was a good time to learn to be comfortable with it. For me, that meant learning to control unintended erections when being seen naked. College dorm life helped me get over this as it became completely normal to me to have my dormmates see my penis on a regular basis. I've been totally at ease with casual nudity around other guys ever since. Too bad that's becoming less the case for college students now.

 

[royboy361]

Having spent 20 years in the military I've seen more dicks than most. Some were quite memorable.

 

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I'd like to share some impressions from the college gym that I work out at, especially in regards to contemporary college students and their feelings towards being naked. I work at this school, so I've long enjoyed the foibles and frolics of the kids in the locker rooms and shower. To be clear when I say "kids" I'm referring to college guys, not underage minors. I'm in my fifties and the guys are mostly boys in their late teens, so "kids" seems appropriate, even if they're officially adults. Also, these boys are still going through puberty; most of them don’t have much chest hair and some of them are still experiencing their last growth spurt. Typically the only thing that’s full grown is their manliness.

The first thing I want to say is that college kids are more likely to be comfortable getting naked in front of their friends (and strangers like me lol ) if they played sports in high school. I mean, that's to be expected. If they're already used to being naked around their teammates from playing varsity sports in high school, then getting naked in a college locker room is no big deal. This applies whether or not they play sports in college. These former athletes usually strip naked in front of their locker, leave their sweaty clothes in a heap on top of their shoes, and walk naked to and from the shower. They’ll usually leave the towel in the locker, or if they bring it, they won’t bother wrapping it around their waist but will just press it over their genitals.

Second, I've noticed that the boys will often try to make eye contact with me before disrobing, almost as if they want my permission to get naked. Permission granted! Drop your drawers, son.

Third, I've seen young men often smile when they're fully naked. Once they pull off their boxers, they'll start smiling. I guess being naked feels liberating and helps to reaffirm their manhood. Has anyone else noticed this?

Fourth, right before they pull their drawers down, they boys will sometimes grimace or smirk, like "I'm a bad boy so watch this!" It's like what an earlier poster said, how being naked can be a kind of rebellion.

Fifth, I've had many conversations with college guys in the shower where, while we're talking, they will absent-mindedly fiddle with their ding-dongs. Sometimes they'll strum it with their fingers like a guitar, other times they'll make a loose fist around it and then slowly move it up and down the shaft of the penis, like a slow simulation of masturbation. Boys with larger penises are more likely to play with themselves in this way.

Sixth, I do see erections pretty often, but they're usually not sexual in origin. After athletic competitions or practices, many of the boys will be at least partially erect in the shower, but that's because of the increased blood flow and adrenaline. Also, when toweling off, the guys will sometimes give themselves temporary erections when they rub that part of their body. In neither case, do they betray the least bit of embarrassment.

Seventh, I have seen the ridiculous towel dance too many times- but I’ve also seen a strange variation. Often a college guy will pull up his boxers with great difficulty while still wearing his towel. Then, he’ll drop his towel and go shave or talk to his friends- but he won’t mind if his dong makes the occasional cameo through the opening of his boxers! So, what’s the point of the towel dance in the first place?

Finally, these boys may be just nineteen or twenty years old, but they're old enough to drive, to vote, and to potentially get drafted and die in war. I may call them boys or kids, but when they are naked, I have no choice but to think of them as men, penetrative as the mountains, majestic as the sea.

Sometimes I think of these boys as my naked angels, angels with penises. Other times, to return to the theme of rebellion, they seem like outlaws, desperadoes. But better be careful, deputy, ‘cause these gunslingers be packin' HEAT!

 

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I’ve been reluctantly enduring my separation from my showering foals, my beloved college guys. I miss their tender manhood. When I see these kids playing video games on their smart phones or still wearing their old high school sports jackets, I think of them as boys. But, when they disrobe, Lord they are MEN.



I mentioned the Latino boy and his beautiful bi-racial friend in my last post, and how the mulatto boy got a little hard in response to my full erection. When I saw them afterwards, walking out of the locker room, fully dressed, they were watching and pointing at something interesting on one of their smart phones, and I reflected how, just a few minutes earlier, they were Playgirl campus hunks centerfolds, and now they were just ordinary college kids, having fun and being goofy. Like “The David”, Michelangelo’s memorial to the ambiguities of young manhood, college kids are poised between worlds, ready to fight, to grow, to play, to make love.



I don’t think of these college kids as hunks or studs, even though that’s what they are. Rather, I think of them as flowers. No matter how handsome and chiseled they may be, and often are, they have a fragility, a permeable lightness that reminds me of flowers. Once again, they are between worlds, not quite adults, and somehow no longer boys, so they would be masculine flowers, piercing and raw like banksias or birds of paradise.



Again, I think of them as birds. When they are fully clothed, they are birds at rest, charming in their colorful feathers. When they are naked, and we see the infinite possibilities of their manliness, they are birds in flight.



Finally, I think of them as pieces of poetry. Prose, said one famous writer, is a heavy sack that cannot be easily moved. Poems, however, are like bits of rice that you can seize with your fingertips and move how you like them. College boys are like poems, flexible, subtle, rewarding our study and veneration with new levels of beauty.



I thank these guys every day for the privilege of seeing them in their relaxed social state, dressed in the latest grungy college-kid fashion. I am equally grateful to see them in the shower, in the buff, where they are specimens of heroism and sacrifice. My only sadness is that women are deprived of this breathtaking array- the constellation of boys.

 

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This is the one of a number of short essays that features accounts of my experiences, and observations, of naked college kids in the locker room.

These boys, I want to emphasize, are not merely beautiful bodies. They are human beings with ideas, aspirations and dreams. I love and respect them.


I often use euphemisms like “ding-dong” “donger” “wanger” “ding-a-ling” “dong” and sometimes “maleness”, “manhood” or “private masculinity” in place of “penis” which sounds a little technical, and “cock” which doesn’t sound appropriate for these handsome young angels. There are times, however, when those words also strike me as proper or apt, and then I will use them.

Many of these kids have daddy issues. For some, it’s their first extended experience of living away from mom and dad. They have a deep need for someone to listen to them. I try to hear them, empathize with them, and share my own life with them. The camaraderie with young guys is one of my favorite things about working on a College campus, and using its gym.

Finally, and it goes without saying, each college kid deserves to be loved and cherished, not for the size of his shlong, but for what’s in his heart.



APOLLO


I would reckon Apollo is just a little over six feet tall, and just under two hundred pounds. He is an ethnically mixed boy, Latino and Greek, on a needs-based scholarship, a scholarship that affords under-privileged kids the chance to study at the College. However, based on the size of his “endowment”, I’m not sure he needed the assistance! : )

Apollo has a somewhat raspy voice, uses the word “man” a lot, and often says “fuck” or “fuckin” as an intensifier. He (correctly) thinks of himself as a Latin king street fighter, but a gentle giant in the bedroom.

He is a broad-shouldered husky boy who wears baggy jeans, over-sized jackets and also a big baseball cap that covers not only his close-cropped hair, but also much of his face. I was surprised when he stripped down in front of me for the first time and saw that underneath all the macho “thugwear” he is actually pretty slender! He has a beautiful, sleek body that his extra large outfits inexplicably hide. He does have a big butt and a large uncut ding-dong, but also a well-muscled chest and good-defined abs.



I’ve noticed lower-income kids are sometimes more comfortable being nude in front of others and that is the case with Apollo. He would carry his still folded towel in his right hand, or under his elbow, and then walk to the showers completely naked, his tan line fully visible.

I took a shower with him just once. I had just finished swimming. I noticed that with one hand he would rob the soap dispenser and lather himself, while the other hand would busy itself by batting his uncircumcised masculinity. It responded like a free-standing punching bag, swinging wildly from side to side before centering itself again. Sometimes he would also tug it, prod it, nudge it and tweak it. I reflected that if his left hand ever got tired, I’d be happy to provide a replacement. I think he played baseball in high school. That makes sense ‘cause I can certify he was not lacking in balls!


What did Apollo think about his own penis? Why did he touch it so much? Maybe it was one way of celebrating his unique life situation. He was unique at the college for being of a brown complexion, and also for having a big uncut dick. By playing with it, flopping it around, he showed he belonged at the school as much as anyone else.

Afterwards, we had lunch together in the common area outside the locker room, and he shared with me his recent trip to West Africa and also his struggles as a minority, as a less-financially fortunate student at the College. I told him he made up for his money deficit in other ways, and I was being completely honest. I enjoyed hearing about his life story and journey as much as I enjoyed seeing his penis. By confiding his troubles and joys, he made himself doubly naked to me. I will always remember him for that.

 

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Usually college boys will assume one of two roles in the locker room- that of the “daddy” or that of the “angel”. Neither of these roles may be completely conscious or deliberate, but I can document them, and think they’re worth exploring.


Papa in the locker room:



I’ve noticed many times college kids will assume “authority” or “father” roles when naked in the locker room. It's like they're trying to prove that they're all grown up by being nude.

Last year I saw one kid, an athletic, well-built redhead, walk from his locker to the urinals, completely naked. He did his business at the urinal, shook himself off, and then sauntered back to his locker. On his way, he almost bumped into me! I didn’t mind. I enjoyed almost running into his private beauty. He raised his eyebrows in a friendly way, as if to say, “Hey, what’s up man?” I was fully dressed, in my business suit. He was fully naked. But by lifting his eyebrows and making eye contact with me, he was saying, “Hey, I might be only nineteen years old, and completely naked, but I’m confident, I’m happy, and I’m a man.” To which, I can only say, “Son, you most certainly are! And I’ll show you what’s up!”


Another boy, we’ll call him “Blake”, a tall soccer player with dirty-blond hair, worked at the library when he wasn’t studying or playing soccer. He made me laugh because he worked at the reference desk but he was terribly shy and would often stutter when I asked him where things were, “W-w-we have b-b-books on the In-du-dus-tri-trial revo-vo-vo-lution…” But he was a BIG DADDY in the locker room. He would walk around completely naked with his uncut ding-a-ling doing cartwheels in the air. Blake looked so serious when he was at the reference desk, but he was always smiling when he was in the nude. Penis confidence.


Another time I walked into the locker room and this somewhat stocky but muscular dark-haired kid was walking to the showers in front of me. I had seen his donger before and it was reasonably large, a blunt object, but this was the first time I had seen him from behind and he had one of the hairiest butts I have seen on a college boy! I could tell by the way he walked around, proudly strutting, that he was proud of his hairy ass. He felt like a MAN, a heartbreaker, a baby daddy. He made me horny AF! (Pardon my internet slang)




Angels in the raw:


I call an “angel” a college kid who is delightfully beautiful but who may not be aware of his sexual magnetism, and so walks around carefree. He’s different from the “daddy” in that the daddy is more conscious about being naked, has something to prove, and may be aware of his power to arouse and excite, whereas the “angel” is usually a stud who doesn’t know the power and draw of his own penis.


I remember once I was getting changed into my workout clothes. I had just sustained a sports injury, so it took me longer than usual to get into my sweats. A sprightly kid, a Freshman probably, picked the locker next to mine and started disrobing. He had just finished his workout, his clothes clung wetly to his back, an acrid odor. He smelled of exertion, a good, male smell. Six-one, I think, rather dark hair, broad shoulders.

He skinned off his lacrosse jersey with some difficulty, then dropped his pants and boxers. He was well-appointed in the penis, and had the biggest pair of balls I had seen in weeks! He grabbed his towel, wrapped it around himself as a concession to modesty, and went to the shower. I went to the sauna to limber up for a few minutes. When I got out, he had already finished his shower and had changed into a pair of dark green boxers, with a tense bulge. Maybe he put on his boxers so fast to conceal an erection? His mouth was hanging open, and he had a vacant stare as he rested a couple minutes on the bench, before putting on a fresh pair of jeans. He looked like a buff, masculine angel.


Then again, some college kids can be both ‘angels’ and ‘daddies’. I remember this handsome Jewish kid who would always walk to and from the shower completely naked, with a semi-erect penis. I mean it still mostly pointed downward, but it was definitely a hard-on. He walked a little unsteadily as if his half-boner was disrupting his balance. Also, he would always stare down at the ground, with his mouth open, looking just beyond where his penis his pointing as if it was some kind of homing device and he was just following it. If he ever lost his way, his penis would take him home. In the weight room he was frumpy and unsociable, but he loved to share in the locker room.


I’m calling him both a ‘daddy’ and an ‘angel’ because he acted as if he didn’t know how beautiful he was, but he had to know that he was showing off his erection. His was a real “class act”.

 

[pepinogrande]

This is the one of a number of short essays that features accounts of my experiences, and observations, of naked college kids in the locker room.

These boys, I want to emphasize, are not merely beautiful bodies. They are human beings with ideas, aspirations and dreams. I love and respect them.


I often use euphemisms like “ding-dong” “donger” “wanger” “ding-a-ling” “dong” and sometimes “maleness”, “manhood” or “private masculinity” in place of “penis” which sounds a little technical, and “cock” which doesn’t sound appropriate for these handsome young angels. There are times, however, when those words also strike me as proper or apt, and then I will use them.

Many of these kids have daddy issues. For some, it’s their first extended experience of living away from mom and dad. They have a deep need for someone to listen to them. I try to hear them, empathize with them, and share my own life with them. The camaraderie with young guys is one of my favorite things about working on a College campus, and using its gym.

Finally, and it goes without saying, each college kid deserves to be loved and cherished, not for the size of his shlong, but for what’s in his heart.



APOLLO


I would reckon Apollo is just a little over six feet tall, and just under two hundred pounds. He is an ethnically mixed boy, Latino and Greek, on a needs-based scholarship, a scholarship that affords under-privileged kids the chance to study at the College. However, based on the size of his “endowment”, I’m not sure he needed the assistance! : )

Apollo has a somewhat raspy voice, uses the word “man” a lot, and often says “fuck” or “fuckin” as an intensifier. He (correctly) thinks of himself as a Latin king street fighter, but a gentle giant in the bedroom.

He is a broad-shouldered husky boy who wears baggy jeans, over-sized jackets and also a big baseball cap that covers not only his close-cropped hair, but also much of his face. I was surprised when he stripped down in front of me for the first time and saw that underneath all the macho “thugwear” he is actually pretty slender! He has a beautiful, sleek body that his extra large outfits inexplicably hide. He does have a big butt and a large uncut ding-dong, but also a well-muscled chest and good-defined abs.



I’ve noticed lower-income kids are sometimes more comfortable being nude in front of others and that is the case with Apollo. He would carry his still folded towel in his right hand, or under his elbow, and then walk to the showers completely naked, his tan line fully visible.

I took a shower with him just once. I had just finished swimming. I noticed that with one hand he would rob the soap dispenser and lather himself, while the other hand would busy itself by batting his uncircumcised masculinity. It responded like a free-standing punching bag, swinging wildly from side to side before centering itself again. Sometimes he would also tug it, prod it, nudge it and tweak it. I reflected that if his left hand ever got tired, I’d be happy to provide a replacement. I think he played baseball in high school. That makes sense ‘cause I can certify he was not lacking in balls!


What did Apollo think about his own penis? Why did he touch it so much? Maybe it was one way of celebrating his unique life situation. He was unique at the college for being of a brown complexion, and also for having a big uncut dick. By playing with it, flopping it around, he showed he belonged at the school as much as anyone else.

Afterwards, we had lunch together in the common area outside the locker room, and he shared with me his recent trip to West Africa and also his struggles as a minority, as a less-financially fortunate student at the College. I told him he made up for his money deficit in other ways, and I was being completely honest. I enjoyed hearing about his life story and journey as much as I enjoyed seeing his penis. By confiding his troubles and joys, he made himself doubly naked to me. I will always remember him for that.

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You are so on-target !

 

[Cock Valet]

I am founding this group to explore various examples and types of locker room behavior among college boys, of the 18-21 age range. Some of these posts are adopted from ones that I wrote under a now-deleted account (accidental). I’d like to share essays that explore the theme of college boys and nudity, as well as touch on the various attitudes, and comfort levels, that a college kid may have towards his own penis. This is, hopefully, the first instalment of many in this series.



Case study 1: Boys who make eye contact before disrobing.



There’s an interesting subliminal lingo that occurs between guys in a locker room. Here’s one example: I was getting dressed after a hard work out and a nice hot shower when an underclassman, a young guy, maybe nineteen years old came up to the locker next to mine. He was wearing a baseball cap, a “Qatar club” soccer shirt, and shorts. He walked with the wobbly grace of a young foal; many college guys are still getting used to their new adult bodies. He had a slightly dimpled chin.


He looked at me and cocked his head slightly to one side, meaning “I’m about to take off all my clothes, I’m about to get naked.” I raised my eyebrows and flexed the fingers of my right hand without lifting up my arm, almost in a ‘hi’ gesture, meaning, “Cool, man- let’s have a look at you.”

He took off his shoes and hat first and then peeled off his shirt. I saw he had a light to creamy olive complexion with some gold flakes, maybe he had some Greek or Italian blood. But his nipples were a little dark which might point to some Latino ancestry, too. Then he “dropped his drawers” with a quick downward thrust and his circumcised penis popped out. I was surprised because he had such mild, delicate features but his penis was a big oaf!

He walked to the scale, weighed himself, and then walked back, without bothering to cover himself even with his hands. I saw his penis didn’t swing much, it seemed heavy. His penis had gravity, confidence and a sense of purpose. I could tell this kid would get a lot done in life. He had the features of a boy but the penis of a MAN.

One of the most fascinating things about college boys is that their privates have already reached maturity, while the rest of their bodies slowly grows and ripens into manhood by slow but marvelous degrees.

(Young men are often described as “oafs” and I’m calling his penis an ‘oaf’. One thing young men have in common with oafs is that they are not very verbal; they have trouble articulating themselves in words. That's why young men so often express themselves through either anger or sex. Sometimes the only way to reach boys and oafs is through gentle tickling : )


Case study 2: Boys who keep their eyes down when getting naked in front of older men.




Tommy and Aaron are two friends of mine from the college. They both played lacrosse in high school but don’t play any more in college. They are both underclassmen. Once I was getting changed into my gym outfit when both boys came out of the shower, in towels. They both said hi to me and then dropped their towels and started drying off. We had a nice conversation about how their academic year was going, while they were toweling off and changing. I noticed they kept their eyes down or averted the whole time, I suppose out of respect. That made it easier for me to focus on their ding-a-lings!

Tommy, who is blond and taller, had a larger penis than Aaron did, but Aaron was more of a man- he spent more time in the gym and had better definition in his chest and abs. Also, his voice had lost most of its post-adolescent scratchiness in its higher registers whereas Tommy still had some squeaks in his.

And if he wasn’t as well-endowed as Tommy, he certainly could deliver the mail! I’d take a package from him any time!

Again, Tommy had a slender, angular body and a bigger penis. I was trying to choose which of them I’d like to share a sleeping bag with on a cold night when another college boy walked up to his locker, just in front of me, turned around and, after whipping off his shirt, dropped his pants to show a perfect, sculpted eighteen-year old ass! I was stunned! College kids front and back! Even in the Garden of Eden can you find such a rapture of boys?



Case study three: How college boys hide their glans in the shower




“Glans” is a technical term; it refers to the head of the penis. For circumcised men, at least, the glans is what gives the penis its character. It is also the part that college boys are most modest about showing. Let’s explore some of the ways college kids try to conceal their glans.


I was taking a shower when some of the varsity soccer boys came in, after practice. Most of them chose the stalls, but dropped their towels a few feet away, thus affording me a look at their muscular and surprisingly hairy behinds (most college boys don't have much hair on their asses). A *very* handsome young man with brown curly hair and medium build, chose a shower head next to mine, took off his towel, and then immediately espaliered his penis against his abdomen with his left hand, so the glans was roughly opposite his navel, and covered by his palm.


The advantage to this strategy is that it does hide the glans. Unfortunately for the boy, but luckily for me, it afforded me a front-row ticket to his balls! I rarely get to study a young man’s testicles, so his moving the penis out of the way gave me the chance to admire his aptly-named family jewels. Another disadvantage is that eventually, he has to remove his hand to properly wash the penis or to towel off. So, I did see his glans anyway. This is clearly not a winning strategy for maintaining privacy.



Another time, after a basketball tournament, I noticed two boys walking to the shower, one a few feet behind the other. Both of them were naked. One boy was cupping his genitals with one hand, which is inefficient and doesn't really cover the beauty, while the other boy was touching himself! The second boy, by dandling his penis with his fingers, was being masculine and totally appropriate, while the first boy must have some internalized insecurity about the young male sex drive. But he was brave enough to be naked so hat's off to him!


Finally, there are college guys who are so secure in their manhood that they don’t try to hide their glans at all.


Once I saw two visiting college wrestlers in the shower. It was early in the morning, and the two boys were relaxing in the shower before a long day of matches. One kid was Latino, the other boy was bi-racial. He had a more or less Caucasian skin tone, but with the rounded lips and somewhat flattened nose common to people of African heritage. The Latino boy was handsome, angular, and had a good-sized dong, but his friend was in a whole other league! The second boy’s penis stuck out in a mock-erection, at an acute angle. I don’t know how well he does on the mat, but he’s certainly a winner under the covers!

I got an almost immediate erection. Usually when I get an erection in the shower, I just leave. But this time, I just faced the wall and counted to a hundred, waiting for my erection to go down. It didn’t. Finally, I had to turn around again. The mulatto boy was still there. He saw my erection and he just smiled! I noticed that his penis was up-cocked at an even sharper angle; his body responded sympathetically to my erection!


After so many years of loving college boys for all their raw, innocent power, and their sweetness and joy, it was gratifying to me for one of them to see my erection, and to smile, and respond with his own arousal. It was like mutual appreciation. I was thanking him for his beauty, and he was thanking me for admiring his elemental maleness, his virility. It connects back to my original point about the subliminal lingo between guys in the locker room. A beautiful thing.

What a magnificent treatise on the "locker room anthropology" and the many iterations of young male behavior in that environment. You have captured numerous scenarios of how these young males manifest either their complete discomfort and/or uncertainty of their large members or those with exceptional bravado at their special status in life with self-assurance and a desire to be venerated (if only by the eyes).

 

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What a magnificent treatise on the "locker room anthropology" and the many iterations of young male behavior in that environment. You have captured numerous scenarios of how these young males manifest either their complete discomfort and/or uncertainty of their large members or those with exceptional bravado at their special status in life with self-assurance and a desire to be venerated (if only by the eyes).

Thanks for your sensitive and intelligent reply! I'm working on some new essays on the very subject you mention! Wish me luck...

 

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I named this thread “For the love of college boys” as opposed to “naked college boys” because the main thing I want to emphasize is my deep love for these young men. College guys are magnificently sexual. They also have an inexplicable glow. I notice their faces shine from within with an innocence and simple love of life.


There are many things I love about college kids: I love their innocence, awkwardness and hidden tenderness. I love their freshness, their trust, their friendliness. Many of them make me feel like I’m their best friend just a few minutes after we’ve met. I love their laughter, their slang, their gentle horseplay in the locker room. I love their swagger, their big smiles, their tendency to blush in the presence of older men. I love them naked, fully dressed and in their boxers. I love the tension between their young, slender, beautiful bodies and their hot-blooded needs.


These kids are making the difficult journey from boyhood to manhood on the perilous bridge of puberty, and I’m there on the front lines to document their lovely progress. Soon my boys will go out into the world as men, but I am so grateful to them for sharing their journey with me.


CASE STUDY: SPENCER

Today I want to talk about a college boy named Spencer. He is a young man with Asperger’s syndrome, who also has a big dork.


Spencer stands at about 5 foot eleven inches tall, is slender with somewhat tossled dirty-blond hair and a perpetual tan. His body has a gentle s-curve that makes his butt stick out a little, especially when he’s naked. He plays many sports and is a member of both the club track and club triathlon teams. He told me he trains up to five hours a day! His stomach muscles support that claim.


He also has Asperger’s syndrome, which can make it difficult for him to relate to his teammates, or to other people in general. Once I had to get something from my locker, but he had placed his big gym bag in front of it. I politely asked if he could move his bag and he said too loud, “I’m going to move it!”


If I asked him casually how his swim practice went, he might answer something like ,“It was fine!” He wasn’t trying to be rude. It’s just he took any question as a possible threat to his established routine, so therefore he would respond with some force or irritation. That’s common among Asperger’s syndrome sufferers.


I also thought that his tendency to shout might reflect our age difference: I’m more than twice his age, so maybe he was just clinging to a childhood pattern of reacting to adults. If his mom called him for dinner, perhaps he would shout, “I’ll be right there! I’m finishing my game!” That also can point to his need for order or an established routine.


He has a younger brother named Adam, who sometimes trained with the team in the weight room. Adam has a more serious case of Asperger’s than Spencer, and couldn’t participate in any of the meets. I never saw Adam in the locker room which is a shame because I would have liked to have seen him naked. He was slender, like his brother, but he was a ginger!


But I did see a lot of Spencer. He never bothered wearing a towel to and from the shower. He would shower, go to his locker and reach for…his phone. The towel could wait. He would play some action game on his I-phone that would make him rock from side to side, sometimes even lurch, and that of course prompted his penis to flail around in exciting and delightful ways. He had a big yo-yo, but was oblivious to it. He would even sit in the sauna naked, his dong resting on the bench. I’m surprised it didn’t hurt as the wood gets pretty hot.


Like many athletes he didn’t seem to care about being naked, and didn’t realise he was a much-loved specimen. He enjoyed the camaraderie of the team but was a little socially awkward. I remember two of his team members were talking about their grades and Spencer asked one of them out of the blue, “Hey are you going to see your girlfriend later?” and his teammate just smiled and nodded. Spencer at least tried to fit in. I actually admired Spencer for trying so hard to imitate social interactions that he couldn’t fully understand.


But sometimes Spencer revealed real social sensitivity. Once I finished my swim after he did, and I went to my locker, but his big back was, as usual, blocking it. This time I didn’t have to say anything. Spencer just looked at me and asked, “Are you here?” and then moved it very politely for me.


I realized at that moment that Spencer might be pretty good in bed! He’s the kind of guy whose lovemaking style would involve him pausing occasionally to whisper in his partner’s ear, “Hey, am I going too fast? Am I pushing too hard?”


You’d have to reassure him a couple times, but once Spencer got into his groove, he’d be unstoppable!





Once the school’s triathlon team qualified for the national tournament. All the guys were so excited! Even Spencer was stoked. I remember it was just a few days before they were going to fly out to wherever the tournament was being held (somewhere in Colorado maybe), and Spencer and his friend Jake had just finished their last practice and were sopping wet from the pool. Spencer peeled his speedo down to his ankles and I saw he had an erection! It wasn’t a full boner but it was almost parallel to the floor, an impressive statement. His trouser snake was raising its head! I wanted to stroke its circumcised little chin.

Jake pulled down his speedo too and I saw his uncut penis showed the exact same level of arousal as Spencer's! It was a kind of mutual encouragement, wonderful to see.


A year after he graduated, Spencer came to my office to get some paperwork (I worked at that time for the bursar’s office). I asked him how life was outside of school.


“It’s fine!” he said, once again too loud.


I gave him the transcripts he had requested and gave him a smile. He gave me the beginnings of a half-smile, the only time he ever smiled at me. That’s ok, because he had already showed me his boyish charm and lovely, athletic body. He’ll always be one of my favorites.

 

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I named this thread “For the love of college boys” as opposed to “naked college boys” because the main thing I want to emphasize is my deep love for these young men. College guys are magnificently sexual. They also have an inexplicable glow. I notice their faces shine from within with an innocence and simple love of life.


There are many things I love about college kids: I love their innocence, awkwardness and hidden tenderness. I love their freshness, their trust, their friendliness. Many of them make me feel like I’m their best friend just a few minutes after we’ve met. I love their laughter, their slang, their gentle horseplay in the locker room. I love their swagger, their big smiles, their tendency to blush in the presence of older men. I love them naked, fully dressed and in their boxers. I love the tension between their young, slender, beautiful bodies and their hot-blooded needs.


These kids are making the difficult journey from boyhood to manhood on the perilous bridge of puberty, and I’m there on the front lines to document their lovely progress. Soon my boys will go out into the world as men, but I am so grateful to them for sharing their journey with me.


CASE STUDY: SPENCER

Today I want to talk about a college boy named Spencer. He is a young man with Asperger’s syndrome, who also has a big dork.


Spencer stands at about 5 foot eleven inches tall, is slender with somewhat tossled dirty-blond hair and a perpetual tan. His body has a gentle s-curve that makes his butt stick out a little, especially when he’s naked. He plays many sports and is a member of both the club track and club triathlon teams. He told me he trains up to five hours a day! His stomach muscles support that claim.


He also has Asperger’s syndrome, which can make it difficult for him to relate to his teammates, or to other people in general. Once I had to get something from my locker, but he had placed his big gym bag in front of it. I politely asked if he could move his bag and he said too loud, “I’m going to move it!”


If I asked him casually how his swim practice went, he might answer something like ,“It was fine!” He wasn’t trying to be rude. It’s just he took any question as a possible threat to his established routine, so therefore he would respond with some force or irritation. That’s common among Asperger’s syndrome sufferers.


I also thought that his tendency to shout might reflect our age difference: I’m more than twice his age, so maybe he was just clinging to a childhood pattern of reacting to adults. If his mom called him for dinner, perhaps he would shout, “I’ll be right there! I’m finishing my game!” That also can point to his need for order or an established routine.


He has a younger brother named Adam, who sometimes trained with the team in the weight room. Adam has a more serious case of Asperger’s than Spencer, and couldn’t participate in any of the meets. I never saw Adam in the locker room which is a shame because I would have liked to have seen him naked. He was slender, like his brother, but he was a ginger!


But I did see a lot of Spencer. He never bothered wearing a towel to and from the shower. He would shower, go to his locker and reach for…his phone. The towel could wait. He would play some action game on his I-phone that would make him rock from side to side, sometimes even lurch, and that of course prompted his penis to flail around in exciting and delightful ways. He had a big yo-yo, but was oblivious to it. He would even sit in the sauna naked, his dong resting on the bench. I’m surprised it didn’t hurt as the wood gets pretty hot.


Like many athletes he didn’t seem to care about being naked, and didn’t realise he was a much-loved specimen. He enjoyed the camaraderie of the team but was a little socially awkward. I remember two of his team members were talking about their grades and Spencer asked one of them out of the blue, “Hey are you going to see your girlfriend later?” and his teammate just smiled and nodded. Spencer at least tried to fit in. I actually admired Spencer for trying so hard to imitate social interactions that he couldn’t fully understand.


But sometimes Spencer revealed real social sensitivity. Once I finished my swim after he did, and I went to my locker, but his big back was, as usual, blocking it. This time I didn’t have to say anything. Spencer just looked at me and asked, “Are you here?” and then moved it very politely for me.


I realized at that moment that Spencer might be pretty good in bed! He’s the kind of guy whose lovemaking style would involve him pausing occasionally to whisper in his partner’s ear, “Hey, am I going too fast? Am I pushing too hard?”


You’d have to reassure him a couple times, but once Spencer got into his groove, he’d be unstoppable!





Once the school’s triathlon team qualified for the national tournament. All the guys were so excited! Even Spencer was stoked. I remember it was just a few days before they were going to fly out to wherever the tournament was being held (somewhere in Colorado maybe), and Spencer and his friend Jake had just finished their last practice and were sopping wet from the pool. Spencer peeled his speedo down to his ankles and I saw he had an erection! It wasn’t a full boner but it was almost parallel to the floor, an impressive statement. His trouser snake was raising its head! I wanted to stroke its circumcised little chin.

Jake pulled down his speedo too and I saw his uncut penis showed the exact same level of arousal as Spencer's! It was a kind of mutual encouragement, wonderful to see.


A year after he graduated, Spencer came to my office to get some paperwork (I worked at that time for the bursar’s office). I asked him how life was outside of school.


“It’s fine!” he said, once again too loud.


I gave him the transcripts he had requested and gave him a smile. He gave me the beginnings of a half-smile, the only time he ever smiled at me. That’s ok, because he had already showed me his boyish charm and lovely, athletic body. He’ll always be one of my favorites.

Spencer's erection was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen in the locker room. I would have loved to have tasted his Asperger's semen.

 

[russthewriter59]

I named this thread “For the love of college boys” as opposed to “naked college boys” because the main thing I want to emphasize is my deep love for these young men. College guys are magnificently sexual. They also have an inexplicable glow. I notice their faces shine from within with an innocence and simple love of life.


There are many things I love about college kids: I love their innocence, awkwardness and hidden tenderness. I love their freshness, their trust, their friendliness. Many of them make me feel like I’m their best friend just a few minutes after we’ve met. I love their laughter, their slang, their gentle horseplay in the locker room. I love their swagger, their big smiles, their tendency to blush in the presence of older men. I love them naked, fully dressed and in their boxers. I love the tension between their young, slender, beautiful bodies and their hot-blooded needs.


These kids are making the difficult journey from boyhood to manhood on the perilous bridge of puberty, and I’m there on the front lines to document their lovely progress. Soon my boys will go out into the world as men, but I am so grateful to them for sharing their journey with me.


CASE STUDY: SPENCER

Today I want to talk about a college boy named Spencer. He is a young man with Asperger’s syndrome, who also has a big dork.


Spencer stands at about 5 foot eleven inches tall, is slender with somewhat tossled dirty-blond hair and a perpetual tan. His body has a gentle s-curve that makes his butt stick out a little, especially when he’s naked. He plays many sports and is a member of both the club track and club triathlon teams. He told me he trains up to five hours a day! His stomach muscles support that claim.


He also has Asperger’s syndrome, which can make it difficult for him to relate to his teammates, or to other people in general. Once I had to get something from my locker, but he had placed his big gym bag in front of it. I politely asked if he could move his bag and he said too loud, “I’m going to move it!”


If I asked him casually how his swim practice went, he might answer something like ,“It was fine!” He wasn’t trying to be rude. It’s just he took any question as a possible threat to his established routine, so therefore he would respond with some force or irritation. That’s common among Asperger’s syndrome sufferers.


I also thought that his tendency to shout might reflect our age difference: I’m more than twice his age, so maybe he was just clinging to a childhood pattern of reacting to adults. If his mom called him for dinner, perhaps he would shout, “I’ll be right there! I’m finishing my game!” That also can point to his need for order or an established routine.


He has a younger brother named Adam, who sometimes trained with the team in the weight room. Adam has a more serious case of Asperger’s than Spencer, and couldn’t participate in any of the meets. I never saw Adam in the locker room which is a shame because I would have liked to have seen him naked. He was slender, like his brother, but he was a ginger!


But I did see a lot of Spencer. He never bothered wearing a towel to and from the shower. He would shower, go to his locker and reach for…his phone. The towel could wait. He would play some action game on his I-phone that would make him rock from side to side, sometimes even lurch, and that of course prompted his penis to flail around in exciting and delightful ways. He had a big yo-yo, but was oblivious to it. He would even sit in the sauna naked, his dong resting on the bench. I’m surprised it didn’t hurt as the wood gets pretty hot.


Like many athletes he didn’t seem to care about being naked, and didn’t realise he was a much-loved specimen. He enjoyed the camaraderie of the team but was a little socially awkward. I remember two of his team members were talking about their grades and Spencer asked one of them out of the blue, “Hey are you going to see your girlfriend later?” and his teammate just smiled and nodded. Spencer at least tried to fit in. I actually admired Spencer for trying so hard to imitate social interactions that he couldn’t fully understand.


But sometimes Spencer revealed real social sensitivity. Once I finished my swim after he did, and I went to my locker, but his big back was, as usual, blocking it. This time I didn’t have to say anything. Spencer just looked at me and asked, “Are you here?” and then moved it very politely for me.


I realized at that moment that Spencer might be pretty good in bed! He’s the kind of guy whose lovemaking style would involve him pausing occasionally to whisper in his partner’s ear, “Hey, am I going too fast? Am I pushing too hard?”


You’d have to reassure him a couple times, but once Spencer got into his groove, he’d be unstoppable!





Once the school’s triathlon team qualified for the national tournament. All the guys were so excited! Even Spencer was stoked. I remember it was just a few days before they were going to fly out to wherever the tournament was being held (somewhere in Colorado maybe), and Spencer and his friend Jake had just finished their last practice and were sopping wet from the pool. Spencer peeled his speedo down to his ankles and I saw he had an erection! It wasn’t a full boner but it was almost parallel to the floor, an impressive statement. His trouser snake was raising its head! I wanted to stroke its circumcised little chin.

Jake pulled down his speedo too and I saw his uncut penis showed the exact same level of arousal as Spencer's! It was a kind of mutual encouragement, wonderful to see.


A year after he graduated, Spencer came to my office to get some paperwork (I worked at that time for the bursar’s office). I asked him how life was outside of school.


“It’s fine!” he said, once again too loud.


I gave him the transcripts he had requested and gave him a smile. He gave me the beginnings of a half-smile, the only time he ever smiled at me. That’s ok, because he had already showed me his boyish charm and lovely, athletic body. He’ll always be one of my favorites.

Nice story, I have Asperger’s too so I understand what you’re talking about.

 

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I revised my Spencer essay and you can find it here:

Are guys more comfortable naked in th locker room than they used to be?

 

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I met Zabid a few years ago when I was auditing a business management course at the college. He was getting his MBA while still an undergraduate as part of a special five year program. While still in high school he gained some fame as a boxer in his native Afghanistan. A tall boy, with sharp, handsome features, striking gray-blue eyes and a sweet, self-effacing disposition. Afghanistan is at the crossroads of the world, so I saw he had a slightly Asiatic nose, but high cheekbones that might suggest some Greek ancestry. I noticed he was pretty quiet in the classroom, but when he did speak, he always presented his ideas very concisely and with deep sincerity.



I got to know him pretty well in the locker room and sauna. In class, he was quiet and reserved, but in the locker room he was more outgoing, even funny.


He had a pretty solid chest, with a mat of dark silk hair and good definition in his biceps and back.


When I saw his penis, a circumcised goliath, for the first time, I realized why so many countries have wanted to control Afghanistan. It’s not the opium trade. It’s the boys!



Since most of the boys I see are American, of mostly Western European descent, it was good to see a boy sporting a dong of a different pedigree. His penis was slender, a little tapered at the end. He had a large pair of balls, the left testicle was bigger and hung lower than the right, which is common for most men. He didn’t shave himself down there, which I appreciated.



He was perfectly comfortable being naked in any part of the locker room and also the steam room and sauna.

We had a lot of discussions in the sauna, where we would both retire after a work-out. We both sat in the nude.


He told me some things about daily life in Afghanistan. For example, he said that whenever he received word of yet another bombing he would call his family and friends and they would always exchange just two words, “All alive?” And, fortunately, so far, the answer has always been yes.


He also told me that Afghanis are grateful for the presence of American troops, because, for now at least, they are able to have democracy, and have officials who are directly accountable to the people. Before, they didn’t have that, but the American soldiers make it possible by providing security, at least as much as they can.



He told me that soon he will finish his MBA and have to return to Afghanistan. I saw he wasn’t happy about that. His voice was shaking. I put my hand on top of his and said, “I’m sorry. I appreciate your bravery and strength. I’m sure your parents are really proud of you for getting such an advanced degree.” Then he put his free hand on mine, and kept it there for at least a minute. He smiled at me, in gratitude. I smiled back.



I miss Zabid. I hope he’s well.

 

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Undergraduate college dudes are my favorite. I love their sweetness, exuberance, trust, hormones.

It might seem ridiculous, but this Onion video actually captures a lot of what I love about college boys.

 

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One of the most amazing things about the sports of wrestling and football, and maybe a few others, is that guys spend so much time in close, intimate contact with other guys that they often develop an acquired taste for masculine flesh. It’s beautiful to see.



I remember once I was doing some reading in the main campus library, in one of the study rooms. There were a bunch of wrestlers in the carrel next to mine. They were “studying”.



After about fifteen minutes of enduring their loud, un-witty banter and jokes, and I went up to them and asked the team captain, Luke, a good-looking dark-haired 174-lb stud, if they’d keep it down. He looked at me with mock shock and pointed at his friend Danny, a blond 149-lb babyfaced kid, and said, “Danny woke me up last night. He was sleepwalking, he was puckering his lips and walking over to me, saying, “I love you, Luke, I love you, I love you!” I had to cream him with my pillow! I think he’s gay!”



Danny started laughing. I had to laugh also. But I would have liked to have been in the room when Danny was “sleepwalking”.



(With wrestlers, if they’re not actually wrestling, eating or jacking off, you have to use quotes around everything else they’re doing)



Another time, I was having lunch in the cafeteria and a wrestler named Jason, his best friend from high school, and a reporter sat down just a couple seats from me. Jason, was being interviewed by the school paper. The reporter asked Jason’s friend if he had noticed any changes in Jason since he went off to college and became a big-shot wrestler. The friend said, “No, he’s just gotten bigger and bigger and fatter and larger…”



Jason interjected, “Just my penis!”



His friend said, “Yeah, but I haven’t been looking at that- at least not that I’m willing to admit on paper!”



And Jason, his friend and the reporter all laughed. I never saw Jason’s penis, unfortunately. But he was in the second-to-largest weight category. I’m sure it measured up.



Once I was in the locker room, shaving. Behind me was the shower area, which in that part of the locker room consisted of stalls with curtains. Brian, a cute, skinny red-shirt, was waiting for his friend, Todd, one of the champion wrestlers, to finish his shower. I heard the water stop. The shower curtain zipped open and Todd stood there in his morning glory. He grabbed the towel Brian proffered, and, instead of drying off, twisted the ends around his hands and raised it over his head like a banner. The moment he lifted it all the way up, he snapped it and inadvertently thrust his hips forward. His penis was in the “Moby Dick” category, and it went crazy! It flopped up almost all the way to his belly button and then, while coming down, pivoted left-right left-right before coming to rest. And all the while, his friend was smiling!


It takes guts for boys to express homoerotic feelings in such a macho sport. I admire them for that. Guts and balls.

 

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Just a quick note:



I have two objectives when I go into a college locker room: First, I try to get to know the kids, learn their names, their majors, hobbies and interests. That way it’s more of an experience of sharing and affection; it’s good to appreciate them as integral human beings.



Secondly, I try to deduce or intuit their habits under the covers from their locker room behavior. I try to see how their interactions with their friends, their comfort with being naked, and the amount of time they spend admiring or touching themselves, translates into various styles or practices of lovemaking.



If we can listen to these kids, learn about their lives, and understand how their antics in the locker room often translate into excitement and drama between the sheets, I feel we can achieve a superior locker room experience.

 

[billybones]

eeesh.