The most important thing we can do for these boys is to smile, listen to them, and be there for them.
Like all your stories, these are both hot and loving . ( I first thought in the sleep walking story the guy said "I had to cream on my pillow" but then I reread it. Too bad... ; )
I remember a sex columnist answered a question from a reader about how he felt bad about enjoying “Barely Legal”, a magazine devoted mostly to eighteen-year old girls. The columnist said that only in a country as prudish as America could a guy be faulted for being interested in the growth of young women.
In the same way, I am fascinated by the sexual development of college teenage boys! It’s more than just their inchoate chest hair, cracking voices, and beautiful inquisitive cocks. Their bodies are so light, they’re so full of hope and vigor, their faces have an almost golden glow, they trust you and reciprocate your affection. What’s not to love?
Once I was sitting in the sauna with a college kid, a frat boy. I think his name was Cole. Dark hair, smooth skin, broad shouldered, good ab muscles. I was wearing just a towel, he was wearing just his “Under Armor” briefs. He told me about the problems he’s been facing. His parents pay for his schooling and for his books, but he has to pay for anything fun out of his own pocket. So he's working at a coffee shop as a barista. He told me that one of his friend’s parents cut off his allowance when they found out that he was spending it on expensive skateboard accessories, so now he has to work in the library to afford his skater swag. He told me what he told his friend “Welcome to my life.”
Being just eighteen or nineteen, he didn’t know most kids don’t come from the kind of privilege that he does. He doesn’t *have* to work, most college kids do. I found his innocence charming. I wondered what he would be like in bed: probably a little self-centered, but earnest. He would try to make his girlfriend happy. I don’t think he has a lot of control, so might ejaculate before he really intended to. With practice and time, he could become a good lover.
He also told me that one of the local frats had been recently reinstated after a long ban. He said that one of the new pledges in that frat offered to sell him steroids so he could bulk up in the gym. I told Cole he should report that guy. Cole just burst out, “No, I’m not going to report him. Let him fuck up his own life if he wants to!”
He was so vehement and passionate! That’s another thing I love about college boys- their sense of drama. It’s almost as if they’re on stage and all the lights and eyes are on them. Cole, you can have the leading role in my bed anytime.
Does anyone have an old voyeur in the shower, an old man who hangs out a lot, and likes to eye the young men? I have one at my school. Like most voyeurs he’s not very subtle, but still discreet enough not to get caught. I don’t mind him because he’s friendly and kind, and does actually swim and work out. It’s just he sometimes takes my favorite spot in the shower, farthest from the door!
Anyway, once I had finished a workout and walked into the shower and saw the old voyeur, I think his name’s Tim. I just waved to him and he waved back. Then I saw a professor friend of mine and we spoke about the upcoming changes in the University hiring procedure, which neither of us support. C’est la vie. During our discussion, while I was lathering up, a tall, lanky blond kid came into the shower room, removed his towel and hung it on a hook. He had a big, pendulous ding-dong. He seemed a little embarrassed and flushed to be naked, or to have to show off his impressive manliness. Anyway, I was engaged in conversation with my friend and I didn’t pay much attention to the kid. But, a few minutes later, I saw the voyeur was smiling, a cat-in-the-cream look. I looked over at the boy, who was finishing his shower, and saw he was getting a partial hard-on!
Usually I get frustrated with voyeurs, but in this case it was nice to have someone else with whom to admire this kid’s obvious arousal. I didn’t ask him if he enjoyed watching the young man get kind of hard, but maybe I should have.
I’m satisfied with being able to see college guys in the raw. I don’t feel the need to have actual physical relations with them. But what if an older gay man would like to take his love for these boys to the next step and engage with them sexually? What would be a practical, moral way of doing that?
I just want to say that it’s really important that we respect these young guys' boundaries, and also their dignity and peace of mind. It IS possible to have encounters with college men, but we need to be smart, careful and ethical.
Most college guys, like most men, are heterosexual, and even if they’ve dabbled in same-sex love they probably will not be interested in an older, gray-haired stranger.
So, your first priority should be to establish friendship with a college guy.
Above all, this means LISTENING. Lots of guys are starved for an older man to listen to them, to care about them, to give them feedback on their life-story and goals. Be that person. Let the kid do the vast majority of the talking. Just listen. Be there. Hear what he’s saying. Maybe offer some anecdote from your own life once in a while, but the most important thing you can do is listen.
The next step is to plan the ask.
After you’ve known the boy for at least six months, but hopefully for at least a year or two, wait for him to tell you something incredible he’s done, something he’s really proud of. Share in his joy. Tell him how proud you are of him that he got the internship, or he got into med school, or he won a prestigious award for a paper, or he scored the deciding goal.
Then, the next time you see him, just take him aside to a private, quiet part of the gym, or even outside and tell him, as simply and as honestly as you can, what you want:
“Jason, I was really happy to learn about your acceptance into med school. You worked really hard for this, and I’m really proud of you and I’m really impressed. Jason, I wanted to share something with you and I hope what I’m about to say does not offend you. I have nothing but the utmost respect and admiration for you. I’ve known you for a year now, and I’m really amazed at how much you’ve grown and learned. It’s been a real pleasure to know you. You’re a beautiful man with a beautiful heart. If the answer to this question that I’m going to ask you is “no”, that’s totally fine.
“Jason, when my friends accomplish something special, as you’ve done by getting an early admission to med school, I enjoy celebrating their accomplishment by giving them a blow job. It’s just how I like to honor and thank my friends, and I was wondering if I could give you a blow job sometime if that’s something you think you would enjoy?”
The most important thing when you’re telling him all this is to look him in the eye the whole time, to speak honestly and sincerely, and not to smile.
Be prepared for him to say no! No means no! But the most important thing is that you are telling the kid honestly why you love him, and how you want to thank him. And you are associating blow jobs with normal friendship. It’s not necessarily “gay”, it’s just another way of expressing affection.
This method may or may not work, but it might be one of the better ways. If you really mean what you say when you are making the bid, and if he feels you mean it, you stand a good chance of learning to love college boys in a new and beautiful way.
In the same way, I am fascinated by the sexual development of college teenage boys! It’s more than just their inchoate chest hair, cracking voices, and beautiful inquisitive cocks. Their bodies are so light, they’re so full of hope and vigor, their faces have an almost golden glow, they trust you and reciprocate your affection. What’s not to love?
Once I was sitting in the sauna with a college kid, a frat boy. I think his name was Cole. Dark hair, smooth skin, broad shouldered, good ab muscles. I was wearing just a towel, he was wearing just his “Under Armor” briefs. He told me about the problems he’s been facing. His parents pay for his schooling and for his books, but he has to pay for anything fun out of his own pocket. So he's working at a coffee shop as a barista. He told me that one of his friend’s parents cut off his allowance when they found out that he was spending it on expensive skateboard accessories, so now he has to work in the library to afford his skater swag. He told me what he told his friend “Welcome to my life.”
Being just eighteen or nineteen, he didn’t know most kids don’t come from the kind of privilege that he does. He doesn’t *have* to work, most college kids do. I found his innocence charming. I wondered what he would be like in bed: probably a little self-centered, but earnest. He would try to make his girlfriend happy. I don’t think he has a lot of control, so might ejaculate before he really intended to. With practice and time, he could become a good lover.
He also told me that one of the local frats had been recently reinstated after a long ban. He said that one of the new pledges in that frat offered to sell him steroids so he could bulk up in the gym. I told Cole he should report that guy. Cole just burst out, “No, I’m not going to report him. Let him fuck up his own life if he wants to!”
He was so vehement and passionate! That’s another thing I love about college boys- their sense of drama. It’s almost as if they’re on stage and all the lights and eyes are on them. Cole, you can have the leading role in my bed anytime.
Does anyone have an old voyeur in the shower, an old man who hangs out a lot, and likes to eye the young men? I have one at my school. Like most voyeurs he’s not very subtle, but still discreet enough not to get caught. I don’t mind him because he’s friendly and kind, and does actually swim and work out. It’s just he sometimes takes my favorite spot in the shower, farthest from the door!
Anyway, once I had finished a workout and walked into the shower and saw the old voyeur, I think his name’s Tim. I just waved to him and he waved back. Then I saw a professor friend of mine and we spoke about the upcoming changes in the University hiring procedure, which neither of us support. C’est la vie. During our discussion, while I was lathering up, a tall, lanky blond kid came into the shower room, removed his towel and hung it on a hook. He had a big, pendulous ding-dong. He seemed a little embarrassed and flushed to be naked, or to have to show off his impressive manliness. Anyway, I was engaged in conversation with my friend and I didn’t pay much attention to the kid. But, a few minutes later, I saw the voyeur was smiling, a cat-in-the-cream look. I looked over at the boy, who was finishing his shower, and saw he was getting a partial hard-on!
Usually I get frustrated with voyeurs, but in this case it was nice to have someone else with whom to admire this kid’s obvious arousal. I didn’t ask him if he enjoyed watching the young man get kind of hard, but maybe I should have.
I’m satisfied with being able to see college guys in the raw. I don’t feel the need to have actual physical relations with them. But what if an older gay man would like to take his love for these boys to the next step and engage with them sexually? What would be a practical, moral way of doing that?
I just want to say that it’s really important that we respect these young guys' boundaries, and also their dignity and peace of mind. It IS possible to have encounters with college men, but we need to be smart, careful and ethical.
Most college guys, like most men, are heterosexual, and even if they’ve dabbled in same-sex love they probably will not be interested in an older, gray-haired stranger.
So, your first priority should be to establish friendship with a college guy.
Above all, this means LISTENING. Lots of guys are starved for an older man to listen to them, to care about them, to give them feedback on their life-story and goals. Be that person. Let the kid do the vast majority of the talking. Just listen. Be there. Hear what he’s saying. Maybe offer some anecdote from your own life once in a while, but the most important thing you can do is listen.
The next step is to plan the ask.
After you’ve known the boy for at least six months, but hopefully for at least a year or two, wait for him to tell you something incredible he’s done, something he’s really proud of. Share in his joy. Tell him how proud you are of him that he got the internship, or he got into med school, or he won a prestigious award for a paper, or he scored the deciding goal.
Then, the next time you see him, just take him aside to a private, quiet part of the gym, or even outside and tell him, as simply and as honestly as you can, what you want:
“Jason, I was really happy to learn about your acceptance into med school. You worked really hard for this, and I’m really proud of you and I’m really impressed. Jason, I wanted to share something with you and I hope what I’m about to say does not offend you. I have nothing but the utmost respect and admiration for you. I’ve known you for a year now, and I’m really amazed at how much you’ve grown and learned. It’s been a real pleasure to know you. You’re a beautiful man with a beautiful heart. If the answer to this question that I’m going to ask you is “no”, that’s totally fine.
“Jason, when my friends accomplish something special, as you’ve done by getting an early admission to med school, I enjoy celebrating their accomplishment by giving them a blow job. It’s just how I like to honor and thank my friends, and I was wondering if I could give you a blow job sometime if that’s something you think you would enjoy?”
The most important thing when you’re telling him all this is to look him in the eye the whole time, to speak honestly and sincerely, and not to smile.
Be prepared for him to say no! No means no! But the most important thing is that you are telling the kid honestly why you love him, and how you want to thank him. And you are associating blow jobs with normal friendship. It’s not necessarily “gay”, it’s just another way of expressing affection.
This method may or may not work, but it might be one of the better ways. If you really mean what you say when you are making the bid, and if he feels you mean it, you stand a good chance of learning to love college boys in a new and beautiful way.
I wrote this essay a month ago, but just wanted to post link on this forum:
Are Guys More Comfortable Naked In The Locker Room Than They Used To Be?
Are Guys More Comfortable Naked In The Locker Room Than They Used To Be?
Wow. "Inchoate"? You've been at the DICKtionary.
I applaud your emphasis on respect, and I totally agree with you about how starved young men are for an older man's admiration and advice or at least their willingness to listen. I can't say the offer of a blowjob as you describe it seems very realistic. The repetition of his name, for example, is a dead giveaway that this is a sales pitch. All sales psychology training tells you to say the customer's name often.
Having said that, I guess if an older man who was attractive had asked me to let him blow me when I was that age, I might have. still seems possibly creepy tho. Have you had success with this?
I understand that opininionman. It's just I work in sales, and I'm accustomed to rejection. It doesn't bother me. If you don't ask, you never seal the deal.
I take your point about creeping someone out with an unsolicited sexual offer. All types of sales can be creepy. The key is to earn someone's trust and make them feel that you'll be happy whatever their decision is.
It's not exploitation. College guys spend a lot of time thinking and worrying about their penises. Older gay men are the only demographic who love college boys' trouser snakes as much as they themselves do. On some level, college kids know this, and the attention from a much older, well established man can be quite flattering.
The thing is, I'm presenting a blow job as an extension of normal friendship. I've already built up a rapport with the boy by being a listener, counselor and friend.
In sales, the joy and enthusiasm you dedicate to your job is more important than the result. I would get joy just from asking.
Even if he said no, I would enjoy seeing the kid blush.
At the very least he would know I think he's beautiful. College boys are hams, they like the attention.
And if he said yes I would definitely give him the best blow job of his life.
So it's a win-win.
So far, I haven't used this template and I've never asked. But I think it's an ask
that is realistic because it is based on an established friendship and mutual respect.
Thanks a lot for taking the time to respond, opinionman. You are a dear friend.
I take your point about creeping someone out with an unsolicited sexual offer. All types of sales can be creepy. The key is to earn someone's trust and make them feel that you'll be happy whatever their decision is.
It's not exploitation. College guys spend a lot of time thinking and worrying about their penises. Older gay men are the only demographic who love college boys' trouser snakes as much as they themselves do. On some level, college kids know this, and the attention from a much older, well established man can be quite flattering.
The thing is, I'm presenting a blow job as an extension of normal friendship. I've already built up a rapport with the boy by being a listener, counselor and friend.
In sales, the joy and enthusiasm you dedicate to your job is more important than the result. I would get joy just from asking.
Even if he said no, I would enjoy seeing the kid blush.
At the very least he would know I think he's beautiful. College boys are hams, they like the attention.
And if he said yes I would definitely give him the best blow job of his life.
So it's a win-win.
So far, I haven't used this template and I've never asked. But I think it's an ask
that is realistic because it is based on an established friendship and mutual respect.
Thanks a lot for taking the time to respond, opinionman. You are a dear friend.
Well, "dear friend" is going a bit far, isn't it, given that we've never met! : )
Still, I admire your viewpoint (and your writing). I do get the point you're making, and probably I'd be surprised if I'd followed that template and the guy actually said yes. Of course, maybe I should be surprised that a college dude would not turn down a blow job.
On the other hand, I've seen porn of college-aged guys who clearly aren't into getting a blowjob from a guy (inconceivable) and are working mighty hard concentrating on the straight porn that's playing on set while the cocksucker gets to work. Its the lack of enthusiasm that kills it for me.
I like how you venerate college guys. In some ways, they are indeed the thing on earth most worth worship.
Do you get to use your writing skills and observations in your sales jobs?
Still, I admire your viewpoint (and your writing). I do get the point you're making, and probably I'd be surprised if I'd followed that template and the guy actually said yes. Of course, maybe I should be surprised that a college dude would not turn down a blow job.
On the other hand, I've seen porn of college-aged guys who clearly aren't into getting a blowjob from a guy (inconceivable) and are working mighty hard concentrating on the straight porn that's playing on set while the cocksucker gets to work. Its the lack of enthusiasm that kills it for me.
I like how you venerate college guys. In some ways, they are indeed the thing on earth most worth worship.
Do you get to use your writing skills and observations in your sales jobs?
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Have had several older guys hit on me this way in showers.Talked to me lowly str oking my hole behind a shower curtain.
Can you share with us what they said?
Did you know any of them before they made the offer in the shower?
I'm comfortable showering with college guys but I would want to present my "modest proposal" in a more neutral and less fraught environment : )
Your use of "Modest proposal" tells me you've read English lit.
My friends,
I have written a new college locker room essay which you can find here:
Are Guys More Comfortable Naked In The Locker Room Than They Used To Be?
I have written a new college locker room essay which you can find here:
Are Guys More Comfortable Naked In The Locker Room Than They Used To Be?
Holy hormones Batman!
My college gym locker room opened last week and… the boys are back!
Welcome home, my shy, handsome colts! My bashful, horny, naughty beautiful boys!
Adam’s apples, pimples, backpacks, sweaty armpits, body odor, new friends, new life, hanging out, freedom from mom and dad, young adult bodies, flexing in the gym, plaid shirts, khakis, sweat, tests, essays, stress
The joy of the locker room, slender hips, exposed chests and abs, casually dropped towels, name-calling, loving horseplay, hard, hairy or smooth butts…
And hold it! What’s that sound?!
It’s the college boy ding-a-ling train…and it’s coming our way!
(ding-a-ling-a-ding-a-dong)
The biggest erector set in tarnation!
There’s nothing LITTLE about this engine, no way Jose!
AWOOGA!!!
My college gym locker room opened last week and… the boys are back!
Welcome home, my shy, handsome colts! My bashful, horny, naughty beautiful boys!
Adam’s apples, pimples, backpacks, sweaty armpits, body odor, new friends, new life, hanging out, freedom from mom and dad, young adult bodies, flexing in the gym, plaid shirts, khakis, sweat, tests, essays, stress
The joy of the locker room, slender hips, exposed chests and abs, casually dropped towels, name-calling, loving horseplay, hard, hairy or smooth butts…
And hold it! What’s that sound?!
It’s the college boy ding-a-ling train…and it’s coming our way!
(ding-a-ling-a-ding-a-dong)
The biggest erector set in tarnation!
There’s nothing LITTLE about this engine, no way Jose!
AWOOGA!!!
A few days ago, I saw a handsome undergrad disrobing in the locker room. He was about five ten with a slight build and short brown hair. He had a hairy abdomen.
I knew he was an undergrad because he smiled self-consciously when his penis popped out. Older guys don't smile. Also, his manhood was starting to plump!
Undergrads usually have more trouble controlling their arousal than, for example, grad students. (Although I've seen some great graduate student erections)
I could tell that getting naked in public made him feel manly and sexy. I love the burgeoning sexuality of college boys.
I knew he was an undergrad because he smiled self-consciously when his penis popped out. Older guys don't smile. Also, his manhood was starting to plump!
Undergrads usually have more trouble controlling their arousal than, for example, grad students. (Although I've seen some great graduate student erections)
I could tell that getting naked in public made him feel manly and sexy. I love the burgeoning sexuality of college boys.
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I am proud of my body in the shower.I strut and pose.My dents in my ass cheeks are on display.I bend over washing my hole displaying that pink button.
This thread is primarily for older men who love younger men, especially college-aged guys. One thing I want to emphasize is that we should bring into the locker room experience a sense of intense gratitude. After all, these are boys in their late teens who are giving us the extraordinary privilege of gawping at their naked bodies! We need to be appropriately discrete, respectful and grateful.
Also, we need to feel what we can bring to the table. What can we offer them? I don’t think I can ever compensate these college kids adequately for the joy I get from seeing them nude. But I read a lot, especially the classics. I’m an avid runner. I am well-versed in many fields of endeavor, from yoga to the history of science to international politics. I can share my knowledge and life-experience with them, and I do. I love their hearts and inquisitive young minds as much as I love their fresh masculine beauty. As I mentioned earlier, I often think of college guys in the locker room as “my naked angels, angels with penises.”
I want to share some essays on how college boys react when they become aware of my interest in their physiques, or when they become alert to the fact that I love and value their sexuality.
One thing I want to say is that there are different ways of making love with college boys. I don’t have to physically engage with them to make love with them. I remember once I walked into the campus coffee shop and I saw a tall, gangly blond kid with his friends. They were all freshmen or sophomores. The blond kid looked at me as I walked in and I returned his gaze, and held it. He had beautiful, baby blue eyes. Then when I picked up my order, I turned my head and looked at him and we stared at each other for just a second. I finished my meal and proceeded to read the newspaper. The boy left with his friends, but as he walked past the window, he turned to look at me and we held each other in a brief mutual spell.
We looked at each other just three times, for just a couple seconds each. But compressed in those five or six seconds in total, we had at least an hour of intense, beautiful sex.
(I’d like “bookend” these essays as usual with curios, little mini-essays that detail college guys with unusual or abnormal penises.)
Curio 1
It was after a tennis tournament, and I saw two members of the team disrobing in the locker room. One guy was tall, with dark hair. The other boy was blond, and shorter but more muscular. I saw the tall boy get naked first, but I only saw him from behind. He had a good body, toned and limber. Smooth buttocks. He was looking down at his friend, smiling. He then walked over to the shower with his towel held in front of his genitals but not covering them. I still didn’t get a good view of his privates.
The other boy then stripped to his boxers and started rummaging around in his backpack. I went to my locker to get some water and my notebook. When I looked over, I saw that the blond boy was completely nude. His penis was like a baseball bat! There was a notch in the middle of it and then another hitch right before the head, almost like it was some beautiful segmented creature. I saw he stood a little bit away from the locker so his penis wouldn’t rub against the door. Finally, he pressed a towel to his groin, and walked to the shower naked, affording me a good view of his glutes in action.
***
Once, during a wrestling tournament, I walked into the locker room to use the bathroom. Our facility has both communal and stall showers there. I noticed that one of the stall showers was in use. After I took a whiz I noticed the boy was drying off right next to my locker.
We had a nice long talk. His name was Gavin, a freshman. He had a slight yet strong frame, handsome, even features, brown hair and eyes, a somewhat bent nose, a shy smile, good abs. Then he opened and dropped his towel and put one leg up on the bench, vigorously drying himself off.
I don’t know how many matches he won, but this kid had BALLS. He had a good penis too, that hung at an odd angle, but his family jewels stole the show.
He told me he had wrestled all his life, and that he was excited to discover what he could do as a college wrestler (he had had a very illustrious high school career).
Then he did something that took my breath away.
He put on his wrestling socks. It was the first time I had seen up close the kind of socks wrestlers wear, it’s of a very thin material, almost of the fabric of hose.
He put on his socks before his boxers.
This eighteen year old boy was comfortable enough being naked around older adult men that he put on his socks before covering his genitals.
I wanted to cover his chest with grateful kisses.
I realized this boy would probably be dynamite in bed. One of the main requisites for excellent sex is courage. He just showed me he had that.
I wanted to get back to the match, so I held up my fist and he met it with his. We didn’t bump that hard, but the connection still made his testicles shiver.
It was the first time I ever touched a naked college boy while being fully dressed myself.
I love you Gavin.
***
Curio 2
I was sitting in the sauna while a somewhat stocky wrestler was lying on the opposite bench, fully extended, a crumpled wash cloth covering his manhood and part of his lower abdomen. Then, he shifted his weight and I saw the “washcloth” loll to one side.
Some wash cloth!
It was a beautiful uncut specimen. I usually prefer circumcised penises. An uncut penis is still covered up. Another poster pointed out to me that there’s a kind of total nakedness that comes from a circumcised and fully exposed glans. Cut penises are more vulnerable, more characterful.
But uncut dongs have their place and deserve to be loved and fondled, too.
Thank you for our shared love of college boys.
--woodsarelovely
Also, we need to feel what we can bring to the table. What can we offer them? I don’t think I can ever compensate these college kids adequately for the joy I get from seeing them nude. But I read a lot, especially the classics. I’m an avid runner. I am well-versed in many fields of endeavor, from yoga to the history of science to international politics. I can share my knowledge and life-experience with them, and I do. I love their hearts and inquisitive young minds as much as I love their fresh masculine beauty. As I mentioned earlier, I often think of college guys in the locker room as “my naked angels, angels with penises.”
I want to share some essays on how college boys react when they become aware of my interest in their physiques, or when they become alert to the fact that I love and value their sexuality.
One thing I want to say is that there are different ways of making love with college boys. I don’t have to physically engage with them to make love with them. I remember once I walked into the campus coffee shop and I saw a tall, gangly blond kid with his friends. They were all freshmen or sophomores. The blond kid looked at me as I walked in and I returned his gaze, and held it. He had beautiful, baby blue eyes. Then when I picked up my order, I turned my head and looked at him and we stared at each other for just a second. I finished my meal and proceeded to read the newspaper. The boy left with his friends, but as he walked past the window, he turned to look at me and we held each other in a brief mutual spell.
We looked at each other just three times, for just a couple seconds each. But compressed in those five or six seconds in total, we had at least an hour of intense, beautiful sex.
(I’d like “bookend” these essays as usual with curios, little mini-essays that detail college guys with unusual or abnormal penises.)
Curio 1
It was after a tennis tournament, and I saw two members of the team disrobing in the locker room. One guy was tall, with dark hair. The other boy was blond, and shorter but more muscular. I saw the tall boy get naked first, but I only saw him from behind. He had a good body, toned and limber. Smooth buttocks. He was looking down at his friend, smiling. He then walked over to the shower with his towel held in front of his genitals but not covering them. I still didn’t get a good view of his privates.
The other boy then stripped to his boxers and started rummaging around in his backpack. I went to my locker to get some water and my notebook. When I looked over, I saw that the blond boy was completely nude. His penis was like a baseball bat! There was a notch in the middle of it and then another hitch right before the head, almost like it was some beautiful segmented creature. I saw he stood a little bit away from the locker so his penis wouldn’t rub against the door. Finally, he pressed a towel to his groin, and walked to the shower naked, affording me a good view of his glutes in action.
***
Once, during a wrestling tournament, I walked into the locker room to use the bathroom. Our facility has both communal and stall showers there. I noticed that one of the stall showers was in use. After I took a whiz I noticed the boy was drying off right next to my locker.
We had a nice long talk. His name was Gavin, a freshman. He had a slight yet strong frame, handsome, even features, brown hair and eyes, a somewhat bent nose, a shy smile, good abs. Then he opened and dropped his towel and put one leg up on the bench, vigorously drying himself off.
I don’t know how many matches he won, but this kid had BALLS. He had a good penis too, that hung at an odd angle, but his family jewels stole the show.
He told me he had wrestled all his life, and that he was excited to discover what he could do as a college wrestler (he had had a very illustrious high school career).
Then he did something that took my breath away.
He put on his wrestling socks. It was the first time I had seen up close the kind of socks wrestlers wear, it’s of a very thin material, almost of the fabric of hose.
He put on his socks before his boxers.
This eighteen year old boy was comfortable enough being naked around older adult men that he put on his socks before covering his genitals.
I wanted to cover his chest with grateful kisses.
I realized this boy would probably be dynamite in bed. One of the main requisites for excellent sex is courage. He just showed me he had that.
I wanted to get back to the match, so I held up my fist and he met it with his. We didn’t bump that hard, but the connection still made his testicles shiver.
It was the first time I ever touched a naked college boy while being fully dressed myself.
I love you Gavin.
***
Curio 2
I was sitting in the sauna while a somewhat stocky wrestler was lying on the opposite bench, fully extended, a crumpled wash cloth covering his manhood and part of his lower abdomen. Then, he shifted his weight and I saw the “washcloth” loll to one side.
Some wash cloth!
It was a beautiful uncut specimen. I usually prefer circumcised penises. An uncut penis is still covered up. Another poster pointed out to me that there’s a kind of total nakedness that comes from a circumcised and fully exposed glans. Cut penises are more vulnerable, more characterful.
But uncut dongs have their place and deserve to be loved and fondled, too.
Thank you for our shared love of college boys.
--woodsarelovely
Today I’d like to discuss young adult butts, college boy sexual archetypes, some memorable and feisty penises, and maybe even present some case studies. Let’s call this here essay part one.
To begin: Can there be anything more beautiful than the smooth half-moon of a college boy’s butt? Although I’m most interested in college guys’ instruments of, ahem, reproduction, a rock-hard nineteen-year old behind is hard to pass by.
I remember one boy named Steve, the oldest son of a farming family from Kansas. He had light brown hair and green eyes, good broad shoulders and strong back muscles. When I first met him as a freshman he still had some baby fat clinging to him. I think he was about six three, a little awkward in his walk, with a buck-toothed smile.
Like most kids from rural areas, Steve wasn’t very modest in the locker room and was happy to let his ding-a-ling do its little rope dance as he walked from his locker to the showers.
At the start of his junior year, in the fall, I noticed that he looked trim and cut, and I asked him what he had been doing. Steve explained that he had started doing lower weights, but more reps, and that made his muscles pop out. He was defined, glorious.
I noticed that Steve was a little more hesitant to show off his tallywhacker now that he was more cut and fit. He would wear his towel to and from the showers and sometimes do the towel dance at his locker.
More often, he would simply drop the towel and wriggle into his boxers. I saw less of his shlong but I did get the chance to admire his well-defined butt. Smooth heaven.
Once I noticed that his boxers had a big hole in it, a tear, so I was able to see the crown of his manhood quite clearly. On the one hand, I was happy to see his big league pitcher again, but on the other I realized that the reason I could see his dong was because he didn’t have the money to afford new underwear.
I want to return to Steve in a minute, to speculate on his bedroom habits, but let’s look at a couple more behinds.
I remember once I saw one of our cornerbacks naked from the back. A German-American kid with short dark hair and a great tanline. I wrote in my diary that his slender white butt was like a “dollop of vanilla in a sea of burnt caramel”.
Once I was in the shower when a chiseled blond kid came in, wearing a blue towel. There’s something about the towels that young men wear that fascinate me. They’re always of a single color, so simple, usually blue or white or green. It’s very unusual to see a college kid with a fancy or ornate-patterned towel. They like simple things. Their bodies are simple, their clothes and towels are simple. That’s part of the charm of college guys- their simplicity.
There were four or five guys already in the shower, and the boy chose a showerhead close to me. He opened his towel and put it on the hook. A gentle smile, great chest definition, clearly articulated abs, a large but unassuming penis, good solid buttocks.
Then someone congratulated him on his performance at the game and I found out he was a wide receiver! I realized that’s why he had such a hard ass- all that running and lifting and training. I’m sure he maintains the same gentle smile during lovemaking. I’m also sure his partner likes running fingers over his perfect, sculpted rear end.
At one point, he literally dropped the soap! I was happy to watch him pick it up.
In our next segment, we’re going to discuss college boy sexual archetypes and how they apply to some of our favorite guys…
To begin: Can there be anything more beautiful than the smooth half-moon of a college boy’s butt? Although I’m most interested in college guys’ instruments of, ahem, reproduction, a rock-hard nineteen-year old behind is hard to pass by.
I remember one boy named Steve, the oldest son of a farming family from Kansas. He had light brown hair and green eyes, good broad shoulders and strong back muscles. When I first met him as a freshman he still had some baby fat clinging to him. I think he was about six three, a little awkward in his walk, with a buck-toothed smile.
Like most kids from rural areas, Steve wasn’t very modest in the locker room and was happy to let his ding-a-ling do its little rope dance as he walked from his locker to the showers.
At the start of his junior year, in the fall, I noticed that he looked trim and cut, and I asked him what he had been doing. Steve explained that he had started doing lower weights, but more reps, and that made his muscles pop out. He was defined, glorious.
I noticed that Steve was a little more hesitant to show off his tallywhacker now that he was more cut and fit. He would wear his towel to and from the showers and sometimes do the towel dance at his locker.
More often, he would simply drop the towel and wriggle into his boxers. I saw less of his shlong but I did get the chance to admire his well-defined butt. Smooth heaven.
Once I noticed that his boxers had a big hole in it, a tear, so I was able to see the crown of his manhood quite clearly. On the one hand, I was happy to see his big league pitcher again, but on the other I realized that the reason I could see his dong was because he didn’t have the money to afford new underwear.
I want to return to Steve in a minute, to speculate on his bedroom habits, but let’s look at a couple more behinds.
I remember once I saw one of our cornerbacks naked from the back. A German-American kid with short dark hair and a great tanline. I wrote in my diary that his slender white butt was like a “dollop of vanilla in a sea of burnt caramel”.
Once I was in the shower when a chiseled blond kid came in, wearing a blue towel. There’s something about the towels that young men wear that fascinate me. They’re always of a single color, so simple, usually blue or white or green. It’s very unusual to see a college kid with a fancy or ornate-patterned towel. They like simple things. Their bodies are simple, their clothes and towels are simple. That’s part of the charm of college guys- their simplicity.
There were four or five guys already in the shower, and the boy chose a showerhead close to me. He opened his towel and put it on the hook. A gentle smile, great chest definition, clearly articulated abs, a large but unassuming penis, good solid buttocks.
Then someone congratulated him on his performance at the game and I found out he was a wide receiver! I realized that’s why he had such a hard ass- all that running and lifting and training. I’m sure he maintains the same gentle smile during lovemaking. I’m also sure his partner likes running fingers over his perfect, sculpted rear end.
At one point, he literally dropped the soap! I was happy to watch him pick it up.
In our next segment, we’re going to discuss college boy sexual archetypes and how they apply to some of our favorite guys…
Part two
Today I want to discuss college guy sexual archetypes and how they apply to our beloved boys. The main problem that people who sleep with college guys encounter is their LACK OF EXPERIENCE!!! This leads college men to rush things, to overthink their performance, and to finish too quickly.
College boys need to learn that ejaculation is the enemy! Yes, ultimately the goal is to reach climax and ejaculate, but there are skills and attitudes that college kids need to learn in order to have intense and satisfying sex.
For this, the six college boy sexual archetypes, which we are presenting here for the first time, can come in handy! They are divided into three categories: pre-coital, mid-copulation, and recovery.
Pre-coital
The Supplicant
The Trickster
Mid-copulation
The Orator
The Conqueror
Recovery
The Healer
The Son
I think some of these might be self-explanatory, but we’ll get into them in some depth. Also, please remember that, for example, a “pre-coital” archetype might manifest itself during “mid-copulation” or vice versa. I just assigned archetypes to where they are most functional, and most often found.
I think I can best explain these archetypes through the example of some boys we have studied previously.
Let’s take our old friend Apollo, as our first example:
For The Love Of College Boys
I said of Apollo that he “thinks of himself (correctly) as a Latin King street fighter, but a gentle giant in the bedroom.”
How can we apply our six archetypes here? First, it’s obvious that a Latin male like Apollo would carry the ethos of the Conqueror. He would try to prove his manhood by dominating and pleasing his woman during sex. I said “dominating AND pleasing” so this is the Conqueror combined with the Supplicant, the young male who wants his woman’s approval, as well as “The Son” who has a suppressed oedipal need to show his mother that he’s all grown up by the example of his own sexual maturity.
Let’s look at Spencer, as our second example:
Are Guys More Comfortable Naked In The Locker Room Than They Used To Be?
I wrote that “[Spencer’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 might have to encourage him a couple of times, but once he got into his groove, he’d be unstoppable!”
Here, we see The Supplicant “Hey, am I going too fast?” merging into The Conqueror “…he’d be unstoppable!” The thing that’s interesting about Spencer is the fact that his Asperger’s renders verbal communication difficult. But, when pre-coital fumbling shifts into actual copulation, he can let his body’s automatic responses take over to make concise and strong statements. Hence, Spencer would have both “The Orator” and the “Conqueror” engaged during penetrative sex.
If we look at Andrew
Reflections Of Beauty: A Chronicle Of College Boys
I wrote:
“I can see him trying lots of sexual positions, as well as experimenting with sex toys, BDSM and even anal sex with other guys. It would take a lot to tame this bronco! He’d be especially good at getting his dick sucked- lots of moaning and squirming…Andrew is a handsome, sexy and sex-positive young man with a sunny, outgoing disposition who’s also a daredevil when it comes to making love.”
We can see that Andrew has a strong element of the pre-coital “Trickster”, but the Trickster eventually needs release, ejaculation, but in his case that would be as likely to happen in the course of a blowjob as during intercourse. Earlier in my expostulation I had noted that Andrew sometimes gets semi-erect in the shower as a subconscious challenge to better-endowed guys. So, he does have the element of the Conqueror in him too, but, being mostly a Trickster, he excels at foreplay.
To turn our attention to the well-endowed Cameron
Are Guys More Comfortable Naked In The Locker Room Than They Used To Be?
I wrote :“He would shine when it came to the actual act of copulation, his strokes would be confident and competent.”
But also “Where Cameron is weakest, understandably, is in foreplay. As I said, he might want to dive into copulatory sex without doing any of the prep work.”
So from these two quotes we see that Cameron is quite comfortable in the role of The Conqueror, but he’s a Conqueror who has not yet learned the value of the Trickster. So, he is “The Son” who does not realise that making his partner, his surrogate “Mother” happy (sorry for the oedipal language) means making time for foreplay and allowing himself to have a little pleasure. And there are many young men like Cameron with big penises who feel shy or ashamed at their own size. By developing more fully their other Archetypes, like the Trickster in foreplay, the Orator during copulation, and the Healer during recovery, they can learn to integrate their plus sized members into a thrilling sexual drama.
In part three we’ll be applying these archetypes to some of our new boys…
Today I want to discuss college guy sexual archetypes and how they apply to our beloved boys. The main problem that people who sleep with college guys encounter is their LACK OF EXPERIENCE!!! This leads college men to rush things, to overthink their performance, and to finish too quickly.
College boys need to learn that ejaculation is the enemy! Yes, ultimately the goal is to reach climax and ejaculate, but there are skills and attitudes that college kids need to learn in order to have intense and satisfying sex.
For this, the six college boy sexual archetypes, which we are presenting here for the first time, can come in handy! They are divided into three categories: pre-coital, mid-copulation, and recovery.
Pre-coital
The Supplicant
The Trickster
Mid-copulation
The Orator
The Conqueror
Recovery
The Healer
The Son
I think some of these might be self-explanatory, but we’ll get into them in some depth. Also, please remember that, for example, a “pre-coital” archetype might manifest itself during “mid-copulation” or vice versa. I just assigned archetypes to where they are most functional, and most often found.
I think I can best explain these archetypes through the example of some boys we have studied previously.
Let’s take our old friend Apollo, as our first example:
For The Love Of College Boys
I said of Apollo that he “thinks of himself (correctly) as a Latin King street fighter, but a gentle giant in the bedroom.”
How can we apply our six archetypes here? First, it’s obvious that a Latin male like Apollo would carry the ethos of the Conqueror. He would try to prove his manhood by dominating and pleasing his woman during sex. I said “dominating AND pleasing” so this is the Conqueror combined with the Supplicant, the young male who wants his woman’s approval, as well as “The Son” who has a suppressed oedipal need to show his mother that he’s all grown up by the example of his own sexual maturity.
Let’s look at Spencer, as our second example:
Are Guys More Comfortable Naked In The Locker Room Than They Used To Be?
I wrote that “[Spencer’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 might have to encourage him a couple of times, but once he got into his groove, he’d be unstoppable!”
Here, we see The Supplicant “Hey, am I going too fast?” merging into The Conqueror “…he’d be unstoppable!” The thing that’s interesting about Spencer is the fact that his Asperger’s renders verbal communication difficult. But, when pre-coital fumbling shifts into actual copulation, he can let his body’s automatic responses take over to make concise and strong statements. Hence, Spencer would have both “The Orator” and the “Conqueror” engaged during penetrative sex.
If we look at Andrew
Reflections Of Beauty: A Chronicle Of College Boys
I wrote:
“I can see him trying lots of sexual positions, as well as experimenting with sex toys, BDSM and even anal sex with other guys. It would take a lot to tame this bronco! He’d be especially good at getting his dick sucked- lots of moaning and squirming…Andrew is a handsome, sexy and sex-positive young man with a sunny, outgoing disposition who’s also a daredevil when it comes to making love.”
We can see that Andrew has a strong element of the pre-coital “Trickster”, but the Trickster eventually needs release, ejaculation, but in his case that would be as likely to happen in the course of a blowjob as during intercourse. Earlier in my expostulation I had noted that Andrew sometimes gets semi-erect in the shower as a subconscious challenge to better-endowed guys. So, he does have the element of the Conqueror in him too, but, being mostly a Trickster, he excels at foreplay.
To turn our attention to the well-endowed Cameron
Are Guys More Comfortable Naked In The Locker Room Than They Used To Be?
I wrote :“He would shine when it came to the actual act of copulation, his strokes would be confident and competent.”
But also “Where Cameron is weakest, understandably, is in foreplay. As I said, he might want to dive into copulatory sex without doing any of the prep work.”
So from these two quotes we see that Cameron is quite comfortable in the role of The Conqueror, but he’s a Conqueror who has not yet learned the value of the Trickster. So, he is “The Son” who does not realise that making his partner, his surrogate “Mother” happy (sorry for the oedipal language) means making time for foreplay and allowing himself to have a little pleasure. And there are many young men like Cameron with big penises who feel shy or ashamed at their own size. By developing more fully their other Archetypes, like the Trickster in foreplay, the Orator during copulation, and the Healer during recovery, they can learn to integrate their plus sized members into a thrilling sexual drama.
In part three we’ll be applying these archetypes to some of our new boys…
Part three
Today we met Steve, our gangly farm boy with a bit of a stammer, a shy smile and a nice, smooth butt. What can we deduce about his lovemaking style, and can our archetypes help us? Steven is kind, mild, polite. He is humble in dress, soft-spoken, studious. He’s also friendly, outgoing, trusting. I see him laughing a lot with his friends. I think he likes Frisbee and playing pick-up basketball.
But I don’t see him as being terribly sexually experienced. So, it’s a big unknown as to what archetypes would predominate in his lovemaking style. I think he’d be a really nervous, awkward lover, who would need a lot of guidance. That could point to the Archetype of “The Son”. He’d also probably ask his partner a lot of questions, like Spencer, about whether this or that feels good. This is of course “The Supplicant”. When he’d be engaged in actual penetrative sex, he might have trouble finding a steady rhythm, and a sustainable pressure. So, he might not last long, or he might get so nervous he could lose his erection.
His greatest strength is his sweet, docile nature. That connects directly to “The Healer.” So, if he can gain confidence in his own masculine prowess, he can move from “The Supplicant” to “The Conqueror” to “The Healer.” He just needs practice. He’s weakest I think in actual copulatory sex. He needs to let his sublimated conqueror have its day once in a while.
Practice would help Steve a lot! In his case, I see him as being a very “oral” boy, which doesn’t mean oral sex in his case, but rather kissing. He would enjoy kissing at each stage of the sexual journey, and would try to get reinforcement and guidance from his partner’s kiss.
*I wanted to write a little bit about the lovely wide receiver we just met, but I only took a shower with him once. Being a football player, “The Conqueror” archetype would be powerfully present during copulation, of course. I think he’s also good at all kinds of foreplay, which connects to “The Trickster.” I think he would finish strongly and then nuzzle his partner in gratitude and satisfaction, which refers to “The Healer.”
To take the example of Zander
Are Guys More Comfortable Naked In The Locker Room Than They Used To Be?
We noted that he has a ruby stud in his chin, wears a maroon towel to and from the shower, and dropped his towel before putting on his compression shorts. He’s tall, handsome, confident and somewhat of a dandy.
Because his piercing is so close to his mouth, we can say that in this boy “The Orator” archetype predominates. So, that means he’s interested in making statements. Everything he does is suggestive. The maroon towel and piercing and overall refinement may also point to him being something of a Trickster. This would mean he’d probably enjoy giving his partner lots of tongue love. I can see him describing long, sloping ‘S’s all along his partner’s body. As he’s very well-endowed, I can see him dribbling his penis along the wet trail cleared by his tongue. He would pause and hold the tip of his penis at a corner of his lover’s mouth. He would do this not in the anticipation of getting oral sex but to make a simple point: that the tongue expresses its ideas through words, but his penis is about to make its own declaration, but it will express its ideas only through semen and sperm. He might then choose to “top”, or he might continue his own quirky style of self-expression, and let his partner “spin” on his member while he lies with his back and shoulders leaning over the side of the bed. In any event, he’s a boy who has found the modes or sexual archetypes that work best for him. I envy his lovers.
--woodsarelovely
Today we met Steve, our gangly farm boy with a bit of a stammer, a shy smile and a nice, smooth butt. What can we deduce about his lovemaking style, and can our archetypes help us? Steven is kind, mild, polite. He is humble in dress, soft-spoken, studious. He’s also friendly, outgoing, trusting. I see him laughing a lot with his friends. I think he likes Frisbee and playing pick-up basketball.
But I don’t see him as being terribly sexually experienced. So, it’s a big unknown as to what archetypes would predominate in his lovemaking style. I think he’d be a really nervous, awkward lover, who would need a lot of guidance. That could point to the Archetype of “The Son”. He’d also probably ask his partner a lot of questions, like Spencer, about whether this or that feels good. This is of course “The Supplicant”. When he’d be engaged in actual penetrative sex, he might have trouble finding a steady rhythm, and a sustainable pressure. So, he might not last long, or he might get so nervous he could lose his erection.
His greatest strength is his sweet, docile nature. That connects directly to “The Healer.” So, if he can gain confidence in his own masculine prowess, he can move from “The Supplicant” to “The Conqueror” to “The Healer.” He just needs practice. He’s weakest I think in actual copulatory sex. He needs to let his sublimated conqueror have its day once in a while.
Practice would help Steve a lot! In his case, I see him as being a very “oral” boy, which doesn’t mean oral sex in his case, but rather kissing. He would enjoy kissing at each stage of the sexual journey, and would try to get reinforcement and guidance from his partner’s kiss.
*I wanted to write a little bit about the lovely wide receiver we just met, but I only took a shower with him once. Being a football player, “The Conqueror” archetype would be powerfully present during copulation, of course. I think he’s also good at all kinds of foreplay, which connects to “The Trickster.” I think he would finish strongly and then nuzzle his partner in gratitude and satisfaction, which refers to “The Healer.”
To take the example of Zander
Are Guys More Comfortable Naked In The Locker Room Than They Used To Be?
We noted that he has a ruby stud in his chin, wears a maroon towel to and from the shower, and dropped his towel before putting on his compression shorts. He’s tall, handsome, confident and somewhat of a dandy.
Because his piercing is so close to his mouth, we can say that in this boy “The Orator” archetype predominates. So, that means he’s interested in making statements. Everything he does is suggestive. The maroon towel and piercing and overall refinement may also point to him being something of a Trickster. This would mean he’d probably enjoy giving his partner lots of tongue love. I can see him describing long, sloping ‘S’s all along his partner’s body. As he’s very well-endowed, I can see him dribbling his penis along the wet trail cleared by his tongue. He would pause and hold the tip of his penis at a corner of his lover’s mouth. He would do this not in the anticipation of getting oral sex but to make a simple point: that the tongue expresses its ideas through words, but his penis is about to make its own declaration, but it will express its ideas only through semen and sperm. He might then choose to “top”, or he might continue his own quirky style of self-expression, and let his partner “spin” on his member while he lies with his back and shoulders leaning over the side of the bed. In any event, he’s a boy who has found the modes or sexual archetypes that work best for him. I envy his lovers.
--woodsarelovely
[Reposted from the thread "Older Men Who Love Younger Men"]
First of all, I hope everyone had a nice Christmas, or enjoyed whatever holiday they happen to celebrate (I am, incidentally, a Pagan).
I thought today I’d explore a few discrete, interlocking issues, including college male sexuality, the nature of love between men of different ages and backgrounds, the meaning of consent, and internet trollery. I might also indulge in some good-natured ranting! : )
What fascinates me about college guys is their “intermediate” or “transitional” status. They are caterpillars, as it were, in the campus cocoon, struggling between two forms- the boy and the man. Most of them are still going through the polishing stages of puberty; they are new adults who struggle to integrate their unfamiliar manhood into a greater self-understanding. For all the emotional and hormonal turmoil they go through, they still manage to be remarkably warm, open-hearted and generous. If they are clumsy in expression, they make up for it in their sweetness and charm. In the bedroom, we see the inseparability of a college kid’s oafish earnestness and his irresistible intensity.
I realise one sentence in my opening essay may have confused some people: “After all, these are boys in their late teens who are letting us gawp at their naked bodies!”
The dictionary definition of “gawp” is to stare rudely and stupidly at somebody. Obviously, I was using the word in a tongue-in-cheek way. This is confirmed by my next sentence, “We need to be appropriately discrete, respectful and grateful.”
Of course, a secondary definition of ‘gawp’ is “to stand in awe and amazement”, which, while not the primary meaning of the word, comes closer to my actual attitude towards college guys- especially in the nude.
I use a lot of irony and polysemy in my writing, which may throw off people who are not experienced readers. I could write banal, deadpan essays that would appeal to the lowest common denominator, but I prefer to write for people who are capable of things like critical thinking and contextual reading!
I made three points in my first two essays: that college boy locker room nudity may be performative, that the interactions between college guys in the shower or locker room may often have a homosocial or even homoerotic element, and that college boys may, under certain circumstances, enjoy the warm admiration of older men. I would like to exemplify these three points.
Performative behavior in the locker room:
As I said, college boys are getting used to leaving their old world behind, and embracing their new identities as MEN. I remember one Jewish kid, of modest height and slightly curly dark hair, who always used to walk to and from the showers with a half-erect penis. He amusingly reminded me of Rudolf the red-nosed reindeer, although in this case it was his elevated shlong that was leading the way. He walked with a somewhat stumbling gait, as if unsure of each step. Is it not obvious that he was making a statement by patrolling the locker room with a pretty complete hard-on? He was joyfully asserting his manliness, and his power to effect a positive change in the world.
As I pointed out in my inaugural essay in “For the Love of College Boys”, late teenage boys will often try to make eye contact with whoever is in proximity to them before getting undressed. I’ve noticed this many times. One Italian kid locked eyes with me for a second before he started disrobing. It was a meaningful glance: “I’m about to take off all my clothes, I’m about to get naked.” He took off his shirt and I noticed he had a beautiful, toned chest with dark nipples. He removed his shorts and boxers in one movement and I saw his massive dong. He walked to and from the scale, completely naked and confident. Like the first boy, he was asserting his manhood, his raw potential. Awesome.
Once I saw a woman in the locker room. She had been assigned male at birth, so she still had to use the men’s locker room. She looked very sad and out of place. I could feel her embarrassment and unhappiness. Then, suddenly, one of the hockey players came out of the shower in his towel. A gruff young guy, about five nine with five o’clock shadow and a hairy abdomen. He noticed me and the woman by his locker and he just came up to us, said hi, and immediately opened his towel and started drying his hair. A smile spread across the woman’s face and her eyes scanned his body until they rested on his crotch. I was happy as well. Can anyone doubt that this young man was being graciously performative?
If interested, people can read more of my thoughts on the exhibitionistic behavior of college guys here:
For The Love Of College Boys | LPSG
Homosocial behavior in the locker room
I’ve written extensively about how college guys often express themselves in homosocial or homoerotic ways when naked. I remember when three camp counsellors were taking a shower, all good-looking young men, and one said to his friend, “Hey Jason, you’ve got a hairy ass, I like that in a man!” Jason, a well-built Irish kid with big biceps and oddly bulging triceps, turned around to give a wry smile to his tormentor, thus revealing his rather prodigious tallywhacker!
Another time, I recall two swimmers were joking after a tournament and the first swimmer said something funny and the other swimmer whacked him with a towel and said “Dan, you’re a dork!” And Dan said, meditatively, “I do have a big dork.”
Dan was a big-nosed young man with dark hair and rather dreamy blue eyes, who was definitely guilty as charged. He was very well-endowed.
Another time, I saw an army reserve boy taking a shower, using one of the stalls. Another boy, a fellow ROTC kid went up to the stall, took off his towel and got in the stall with him! There were other stalls available, so I guess he was just clowning around. The first boy laughed and pushed his friend out. But from his good-natured laugh I could tell they’ve taken many showers together at very close quarters.
How college boys may get pleasure from the attention of older men:
Under certain circumstances, I feel some college guys may enjoy being ogled. I want to examine a couple of these scenarios. At the same time, I want to reinforce what I’ve said many times: lurking is not okay. Stalking is not okay. Leering is not okay. When I said we need to be discrete, respectful and grateful, I meant it.
Some college boys can be exhibitionists. Most are not. Try to maintain healthy boundaries between you and other people. Don’t do anything to make any of these kids uncomfortable or embarrassed.
At the same time, I can think of a few occasions, and they were just occasions, when I feel college guys got pleasure from my approving attention.
Once, I saw a wiry basketball player, a handsome kid with light brown hair and a quick smile, disrobing after a meet. Another player came into the locker room a minute later. The second boy was taller, and blond. The first boy gave me a coy smile and took off his shirt, and then dropped his drawers, immediately crouching down and clutching at his towel to cover his penis. He just held a corner of the towel over his manhood and walked to the shower bare-assed. The second boy was facing his locker, took off his jersey, but the moment he shimmied out of his boxers, raising his towel simultaneously to cover his frontal beauty, he looked at me slack-jawed! He was expecting me to be interested in his manhood! He also covered his crotch with his towel, and walked to the shower. I passed by the shower area a minute later and saw both of them were facing the wall. They were shy about exposing their dongs, but were happy for people to see their hard butts.
I was back at my locker when the first boy came back, still smiling a naughty, crooked smile, still covering the goods with just a corner of his towel. Then he turned around and dropped his towel. While putting on his boxers, he bent over luxuriously, lower than he needed to, exposing his lovely rectal darkness. He didn’t mind having his rear end admired. He dipped so low I could actually see his balls! It’s obvious he enjoyed putting on a little bit of a show, and was aware of the erotic, ecstatic possibilities of his body.
In some sense, it may be a reversal of the expected power dynamic. As a mature lover of college guys, I would be expected to have more leverage in this scenario. I have more money, more social status, more experience, and more power. But by getting naked, these young guys compel me to get an erection and to blush. The first boy’s coy “bad boy” smile might have been his way of saying, “Yes, I might be naked and young, but I can make you respond to my nakedness in ways you can’t control.”
Let’s look at another example that deals more specifically with the theme of erections. A few years ago, I saw a couple of wrestlers in the shower. It was before a tournament, and they were relaxing before a trying day of bouts. One boy was Latino, the other was biracial, Black and Caucasian. The Latino boy was slender, handsome and angular. He had a good-sized dong. The mulatto boy was not as tall as his Chicano friend, but was a little more muscular, had better tone, and had a much larger penis. It was pointed straight ahead, neither erect nor entirely flaccid.
I got an almost immediate erection and I turned around so they wouldn’t see it. I waited for a long time for my boner to go away. It didn’t. Finally, I had to turn around again. The mulatto boy was still there. He glanced at my upcocked penis and I saw he himself was now tending towards an erection! My arousal sparked his own libido! I thought he would leave the shower in embarrassment, but he didn’t. I also stayed, even though I was blushing like a beet. He gave me a warm smile, and I smiled back. It was a moment of mutual appreciation. I was thanking him for his beauty. He was thanking me for appreciating his beauty, his elemental maleness.
If the eruptive sexuality of college boys is a thing, so is their performative generosity, their capacity to share their beauty even with complete strangers. I will never lose my awe and respect for college boys.
The last thing I want to say is that I do not write “fan-fic”. People who lack imagination and empathy, who have no way of understanding humor and who don’t love beauty in any form, may call my essays that. They are mistaken, but I try to treat these people with kindness anyway, as they really don’t know how else to behave.
Guys often tell me that they masturbate to my essays. I always encourage them to feel that when they read my writing, they are making love to these boys, not just jerking off.
Most of my essay have a “curio” section where I discuss college boys who have interesting or “abnormal” penises. Whether exceptionally long, like Cameron’s, or somewhat short, like Evan’s, or consisting of almost nothing more than a big head, like Clay’s, each “curio” penis has its own story to tell and informs us of some secret truth about the boy who wields it.
I also try to use their speech, mannerisms and behavior in the locker room to reconstruct college boys’ sexual habits. This is not totally illogical. Let’s take Spencer as an example:
Are Guys More Comfortable Naked In The Locker Room Than They Used To Be? | Page 41 | LPSG
“Spencer in the bedroom:
“In spite of his Asperger's, sometimes Spencer revealed real social sensitivity. Once I finished my swim after he did, and I went to my locker, but his big backpack 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!”
What this passage illustrates is that the Spencer who plays video games on his phone naked, is also the same Spencer who competes in triathlon competitions, is also the same Spencer who makes love with the latest woman he’s met on Hinge. It’s the same guy. His mannerisms, speech and basic personality carry over from activity to activity. So, it’s not crazy to extrapolate his sexual behavior from his athletic or social behavior.
My last paragraph on Spencer reads:
“I saw recently on his social media feed that he needs to get laid.
“Ladies, give Spencer a chance. He's a jock who has a big jock. He might be a little stiff and bashful, but he has a pretty face and a lot of stamina. And his stiff, bashful racehorse between his legs might make you the happiest woman in the world!”
Here, his “stiff, bashful racehorse” of course refers to Spencer’s jock. He and his penis have become one entity, and share each other’s characteristics. Like Spencer, Spencer’s penis has become “stiff” and “bashful”. But what were “weaknesses” in Spencer, become strengths when taken up by Spencer’s penis. And we see that this boy, who suffers from Asperger’s, who is so verbally blocked and frustrated in his social life, in the act of sex, finds a channel of eloquent and superbly satisfying self-expression. He becomes a “racehorse” of daring, confident masculinity. What can be more transcendent than that?
And what can be more beautiful than using intuition and inductive reasoning to determine how college boys make love?
Thanks for reading!
First of all, I hope everyone had a nice Christmas, or enjoyed whatever holiday they happen to celebrate (I am, incidentally, a Pagan).
I thought today I’d explore a few discrete, interlocking issues, including college male sexuality, the nature of love between men of different ages and backgrounds, the meaning of consent, and internet trollery. I might also indulge in some good-natured ranting! : )
What fascinates me about college guys is their “intermediate” or “transitional” status. They are caterpillars, as it were, in the campus cocoon, struggling between two forms- the boy and the man. Most of them are still going through the polishing stages of puberty; they are new adults who struggle to integrate their unfamiliar manhood into a greater self-understanding. For all the emotional and hormonal turmoil they go through, they still manage to be remarkably warm, open-hearted and generous. If they are clumsy in expression, they make up for it in their sweetness and charm. In the bedroom, we see the inseparability of a college kid’s oafish earnestness and his irresistible intensity.
I realise one sentence in my opening essay may have confused some people: “After all, these are boys in their late teens who are letting us gawp at their naked bodies!”
The dictionary definition of “gawp” is to stare rudely and stupidly at somebody. Obviously, I was using the word in a tongue-in-cheek way. This is confirmed by my next sentence, “We need to be appropriately discrete, respectful and grateful.”
Of course, a secondary definition of ‘gawp’ is “to stand in awe and amazement”, which, while not the primary meaning of the word, comes closer to my actual attitude towards college guys- especially in the nude.
I use a lot of irony and polysemy in my writing, which may throw off people who are not experienced readers. I could write banal, deadpan essays that would appeal to the lowest common denominator, but I prefer to write for people who are capable of things like critical thinking and contextual reading!
I made three points in my first two essays: that college boy locker room nudity may be performative, that the interactions between college guys in the shower or locker room may often have a homosocial or even homoerotic element, and that college boys may, under certain circumstances, enjoy the warm admiration of older men. I would like to exemplify these three points.
Performative behavior in the locker room:
As I said, college boys are getting used to leaving their old world behind, and embracing their new identities as MEN. I remember one Jewish kid, of modest height and slightly curly dark hair, who always used to walk to and from the showers with a half-erect penis. He amusingly reminded me of Rudolf the red-nosed reindeer, although in this case it was his elevated shlong that was leading the way. He walked with a somewhat stumbling gait, as if unsure of each step. Is it not obvious that he was making a statement by patrolling the locker room with a pretty complete hard-on? He was joyfully asserting his manliness, and his power to effect a positive change in the world.
As I pointed out in my inaugural essay in “For the Love of College Boys”, late teenage boys will often try to make eye contact with whoever is in proximity to them before getting undressed. I’ve noticed this many times. One Italian kid locked eyes with me for a second before he started disrobing. It was a meaningful glance: “I’m about to take off all my clothes, I’m about to get naked.” He took off his shirt and I noticed he had a beautiful, toned chest with dark nipples. He removed his shorts and boxers in one movement and I saw his massive dong. He walked to and from the scale, completely naked and confident. Like the first boy, he was asserting his manhood, his raw potential. Awesome.
Once I saw a woman in the locker room. She had been assigned male at birth, so she still had to use the men’s locker room. She looked very sad and out of place. I could feel her embarrassment and unhappiness. Then, suddenly, one of the hockey players came out of the shower in his towel. A gruff young guy, about five nine with five o’clock shadow and a hairy abdomen. He noticed me and the woman by his locker and he just came up to us, said hi, and immediately opened his towel and started drying his hair. A smile spread across the woman’s face and her eyes scanned his body until they rested on his crotch. I was happy as well. Can anyone doubt that this young man was being graciously performative?
If interested, people can read more of my thoughts on the exhibitionistic behavior of college guys here:
For The Love Of College Boys | LPSG
Homosocial behavior in the locker room
I’ve written extensively about how college guys often express themselves in homosocial or homoerotic ways when naked. I remember when three camp counsellors were taking a shower, all good-looking young men, and one said to his friend, “Hey Jason, you’ve got a hairy ass, I like that in a man!” Jason, a well-built Irish kid with big biceps and oddly bulging triceps, turned around to give a wry smile to his tormentor, thus revealing his rather prodigious tallywhacker!
Another time, I recall two swimmers were joking after a tournament and the first swimmer said something funny and the other swimmer whacked him with a towel and said “Dan, you’re a dork!” And Dan said, meditatively, “I do have a big dork.”
Dan was a big-nosed young man with dark hair and rather dreamy blue eyes, who was definitely guilty as charged. He was very well-endowed.
Another time, I saw an army reserve boy taking a shower, using one of the stalls. Another boy, a fellow ROTC kid went up to the stall, took off his towel and got in the stall with him! There were other stalls available, so I guess he was just clowning around. The first boy laughed and pushed his friend out. But from his good-natured laugh I could tell they’ve taken many showers together at very close quarters.
How college boys may get pleasure from the attention of older men:
Under certain circumstances, I feel some college guys may enjoy being ogled. I want to examine a couple of these scenarios. At the same time, I want to reinforce what I’ve said many times: lurking is not okay. Stalking is not okay. Leering is not okay. When I said we need to be discrete, respectful and grateful, I meant it.
Some college boys can be exhibitionists. Most are not. Try to maintain healthy boundaries between you and other people. Don’t do anything to make any of these kids uncomfortable or embarrassed.
At the same time, I can think of a few occasions, and they were just occasions, when I feel college guys got pleasure from my approving attention.
Once, I saw a wiry basketball player, a handsome kid with light brown hair and a quick smile, disrobing after a meet. Another player came into the locker room a minute later. The second boy was taller, and blond. The first boy gave me a coy smile and took off his shirt, and then dropped his drawers, immediately crouching down and clutching at his towel to cover his penis. He just held a corner of the towel over his manhood and walked to the shower bare-assed. The second boy was facing his locker, took off his jersey, but the moment he shimmied out of his boxers, raising his towel simultaneously to cover his frontal beauty, he looked at me slack-jawed! He was expecting me to be interested in his manhood! He also covered his crotch with his towel, and walked to the shower. I passed by the shower area a minute later and saw both of them were facing the wall. They were shy about exposing their dongs, but were happy for people to see their hard butts.
I was back at my locker when the first boy came back, still smiling a naughty, crooked smile, still covering the goods with just a corner of his towel. Then he turned around and dropped his towel. While putting on his boxers, he bent over luxuriously, lower than he needed to, exposing his lovely rectal darkness. He didn’t mind having his rear end admired. He dipped so low I could actually see his balls! It’s obvious he enjoyed putting on a little bit of a show, and was aware of the erotic, ecstatic possibilities of his body.
In some sense, it may be a reversal of the expected power dynamic. As a mature lover of college guys, I would be expected to have more leverage in this scenario. I have more money, more social status, more experience, and more power. But by getting naked, these young guys compel me to get an erection and to blush. The first boy’s coy “bad boy” smile might have been his way of saying, “Yes, I might be naked and young, but I can make you respond to my nakedness in ways you can’t control.”
Let’s look at another example that deals more specifically with the theme of erections. A few years ago, I saw a couple of wrestlers in the shower. It was before a tournament, and they were relaxing before a trying day of bouts. One boy was Latino, the other was biracial, Black and Caucasian. The Latino boy was slender, handsome and angular. He had a good-sized dong. The mulatto boy was not as tall as his Chicano friend, but was a little more muscular, had better tone, and had a much larger penis. It was pointed straight ahead, neither erect nor entirely flaccid.
I got an almost immediate erection and I turned around so they wouldn’t see it. I waited for a long time for my boner to go away. It didn’t. Finally, I had to turn around again. The mulatto boy was still there. He glanced at my upcocked penis and I saw he himself was now tending towards an erection! My arousal sparked his own libido! I thought he would leave the shower in embarrassment, but he didn’t. I also stayed, even though I was blushing like a beet. He gave me a warm smile, and I smiled back. It was a moment of mutual appreciation. I was thanking him for his beauty. He was thanking me for appreciating his beauty, his elemental maleness.
If the eruptive sexuality of college boys is a thing, so is their performative generosity, their capacity to share their beauty even with complete strangers. I will never lose my awe and respect for college boys.
The last thing I want to say is that I do not write “fan-fic”. People who lack imagination and empathy, who have no way of understanding humor and who don’t love beauty in any form, may call my essays that. They are mistaken, but I try to treat these people with kindness anyway, as they really don’t know how else to behave.
Guys often tell me that they masturbate to my essays. I always encourage them to feel that when they read my writing, they are making love to these boys, not just jerking off.
Most of my essay have a “curio” section where I discuss college boys who have interesting or “abnormal” penises. Whether exceptionally long, like Cameron’s, or somewhat short, like Evan’s, or consisting of almost nothing more than a big head, like Clay’s, each “curio” penis has its own story to tell and informs us of some secret truth about the boy who wields it.
I also try to use their speech, mannerisms and behavior in the locker room to reconstruct college boys’ sexual habits. This is not totally illogical. Let’s take Spencer as an example:
Are Guys More Comfortable Naked In The Locker Room Than They Used To Be? | Page 41 | LPSG
“Spencer in the bedroom:
“In spite of his Asperger's, sometimes Spencer revealed real social sensitivity. Once I finished my swim after he did, and I went to my locker, but his big backpack 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!”
What this passage illustrates is that the Spencer who plays video games on his phone naked, is also the same Spencer who competes in triathlon competitions, is also the same Spencer who makes love with the latest woman he’s met on Hinge. It’s the same guy. His mannerisms, speech and basic personality carry over from activity to activity. So, it’s not crazy to extrapolate his sexual behavior from his athletic or social behavior.
My last paragraph on Spencer reads:
“I saw recently on his social media feed that he needs to get laid.
“Ladies, give Spencer a chance. He's a jock who has a big jock. He might be a little stiff and bashful, but he has a pretty face and a lot of stamina. And his stiff, bashful racehorse between his legs might make you the happiest woman in the world!”
Here, his “stiff, bashful racehorse” of course refers to Spencer’s jock. He and his penis have become one entity, and share each other’s characteristics. Like Spencer, Spencer’s penis has become “stiff” and “bashful”. But what were “weaknesses” in Spencer, become strengths when taken up by Spencer’s penis. And we see that this boy, who suffers from Asperger’s, who is so verbally blocked and frustrated in his social life, in the act of sex, finds a channel of eloquent and superbly satisfying self-expression. He becomes a “racehorse” of daring, confident masculinity. What can be more transcendent than that?
And what can be more beautiful than using intuition and inductive reasoning to determine how college boys make love?
Thanks for reading!
Recently I attended a basketball game that my college hosted. We lost badly. Our team played hard and well, but the visiting team was more coordinated and played better. The visiting team was not only beautiful in action on the court, but they were also beautiful in their relaxed and jovial post-game shower.
One boy named Cole, a six-three, two hundred and four pound freshman guard, caught my attention under the shower as he had caught my admiration on the court. He was talking, almost shouting, with one of his teammates when he entered. He chose one of the stalls, and dropped his towel, showing off his maleness with a natural nonchalance that was totally out of step with his extraordinary physique.
I’ve seen a lot of male nudity in my time teaching and working at my little Podunk college. As I stared in shock at Cole’s body I had to ask myself if Cole was aware of his own non-fungible assets. I saw that Mr. Cole not only scored a lot on the court, but was also king of the hill when under the covers. The other boy he came in with, named Will, was also a darling, an Adonis. Both kids (Cole is nineteen, Will just turned twenty) had big, beautiful butts, square jaws and gentle masculine curves. Both had brown hair, but Cole’s was a little darker, almost black. Cole had the better chest, while Will had bigger biceps.
Will’s “pale Ramon” was compact and pretty, while Cole’s can only be described as a miracle of nature, perfection. I’ve seen big penises, and I’ve seen beautiful ones, but Cole’s was special for being large and yet proportionate at the same time, an example of classical balance. His family jewels complemented his donger perfectly, large, stable, full. I wanted to cup them.
The boys continued their rowdy banter in the shower, exulting in their triumph and at one point I noticed Cole’s manhood started to lurch upwards! It was a sign of their collective victory! As I watched it shake, and nod, I realized that Cole would be as careful, thoughtful and gentle a lover as any woman could ever want. I am grateful for the chance to make love with this delightful young man, at first with my eyes, and now on paper.
Another boy, equally memorable, arrived in the shower a couple minutes later. His name is Sam, slightly taller than Cole, a little lighter, and swarthy. He is a baby-faced, boyishly handsome twenty year old guy, fast and determined on the court. His body was interesting! He had a birthmark that covered both his buttocks, and the skin there was hairy, with pimples and moles. But that somehow added to his charm. Unlike Will and Cole, his penis was mostly composed of a big wobbling head. I wanted to tweak it, tease it.
Sam grew in the shower.
He was talking to his friends about going out to dinner with his family later that night, and his plans for spring break. He’s obviously sociable and kind.
I’m pretty sure Sam is sexually active and successful.
I get the sense that when boys play together on a team, and shower together, that they form a close bond that is in some ways deeper than even the bond they share with their girlfriends (I am presuming heterosexuality). Young guys who play together become socialized, and start to take on each other’s characteristics and even personality traits. This could even translate into the bedroom, into shared or common style of making love. Sex would become, for them, another opportunity to “score” for the team, so at each stage of lovemaking- foreplay, copulation and recovery- we could expect similar patterns of behavior. You could switch Cole out for Will under the covers and while of course the woman would notice, she would also see how alike they are in their choice of stroke, speed and pressure, as well as in their exclamations, swearing and moaning.
Also, because these boys live, play and shower together, they have a common bond, a sense of communion with each other, that includes but also transcends both friendship and sex. They are friends and lovers on a deep level that people who have never participated in team sports may not be able to understand. And that union extends to some extent to their coaches and fans, and to their surrogate lovers and adorers, like me.
As I was leaving the shower, two tall blond players came in. I saw them when I cast a furtive glance behind, just as they dropped their towels. I didn’t get a closer look at them, unfortunately, because my shower was done and I don’t “hang out”. But I can verify those two tall blond kids were definitely MEN. I also saw another boy in the shower, on my way out. He was maybe a head shorter than the other players, but I saw on the court that he was fast. He was modest, keeping the curtain half open, but I saw the outline of his beautiful body, his muscly torso, his hard little butt.
As I type this, I am shedding tears of gratitude to these boys, for sharing with me the first beautiful blush of their young manhood. I can never repay them, not in a thousand years.
One boy named Cole, a six-three, two hundred and four pound freshman guard, caught my attention under the shower as he had caught my admiration on the court. He was talking, almost shouting, with one of his teammates when he entered. He chose one of the stalls, and dropped his towel, showing off his maleness with a natural nonchalance that was totally out of step with his extraordinary physique.
I’ve seen a lot of male nudity in my time teaching and working at my little Podunk college. As I stared in shock at Cole’s body I had to ask myself if Cole was aware of his own non-fungible assets. I saw that Mr. Cole not only scored a lot on the court, but was also king of the hill when under the covers. The other boy he came in with, named Will, was also a darling, an Adonis. Both kids (Cole is nineteen, Will just turned twenty) had big, beautiful butts, square jaws and gentle masculine curves. Both had brown hair, but Cole’s was a little darker, almost black. Cole had the better chest, while Will had bigger biceps.
Will’s “pale Ramon” was compact and pretty, while Cole’s can only be described as a miracle of nature, perfection. I’ve seen big penises, and I’ve seen beautiful ones, but Cole’s was special for being large and yet proportionate at the same time, an example of classical balance. His family jewels complemented his donger perfectly, large, stable, full. I wanted to cup them.
The boys continued their rowdy banter in the shower, exulting in their triumph and at one point I noticed Cole’s manhood started to lurch upwards! It was a sign of their collective victory! As I watched it shake, and nod, I realized that Cole would be as careful, thoughtful and gentle a lover as any woman could ever want. I am grateful for the chance to make love with this delightful young man, at first with my eyes, and now on paper.
Another boy, equally memorable, arrived in the shower a couple minutes later. His name is Sam, slightly taller than Cole, a little lighter, and swarthy. He is a baby-faced, boyishly handsome twenty year old guy, fast and determined on the court. His body was interesting! He had a birthmark that covered both his buttocks, and the skin there was hairy, with pimples and moles. But that somehow added to his charm. Unlike Will and Cole, his penis was mostly composed of a big wobbling head. I wanted to tweak it, tease it.
Sam grew in the shower.
He was talking to his friends about going out to dinner with his family later that night, and his plans for spring break. He’s obviously sociable and kind.
I’m pretty sure Sam is sexually active and successful.
I get the sense that when boys play together on a team, and shower together, that they form a close bond that is in some ways deeper than even the bond they share with their girlfriends (I am presuming heterosexuality). Young guys who play together become socialized, and start to take on each other’s characteristics and even personality traits. This could even translate into the bedroom, into shared or common style of making love. Sex would become, for them, another opportunity to “score” for the team, so at each stage of lovemaking- foreplay, copulation and recovery- we could expect similar patterns of behavior. You could switch Cole out for Will under the covers and while of course the woman would notice, she would also see how alike they are in their choice of stroke, speed and pressure, as well as in their exclamations, swearing and moaning.
Also, because these boys live, play and shower together, they have a common bond, a sense of communion with each other, that includes but also transcends both friendship and sex. They are friends and lovers on a deep level that people who have never participated in team sports may not be able to understand. And that union extends to some extent to their coaches and fans, and to their surrogate lovers and adorers, like me.
As I was leaving the shower, two tall blond players came in. I saw them when I cast a furtive glance behind, just as they dropped their towels. I didn’t get a closer look at them, unfortunately, because my shower was done and I don’t “hang out”. But I can verify those two tall blond kids were definitely MEN. I also saw another boy in the shower, on my way out. He was maybe a head shorter than the other players, but I saw on the court that he was fast. He was modest, keeping the curtain half open, but I saw the outline of his beautiful body, his muscly torso, his hard little butt.
As I type this, I am shedding tears of gratitude to these boys, for sharing with me the first beautiful blush of their young manhood. I can never repay them, not in a thousand years.
