For The Love Of College Boys

[djl102382]

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.

Such a good reflection of college men.

 

[15412441]

Such a good reflection of college men.

Thank you!!

Just a footnote: This experience was revelatory for me because usually I like guys with small, petite butts, but almost all of these basketball guys (Cole, Will, Sam etc) had big butts, and I loved them.

 

[15943881]

At my college, the sinks and urinals are adjacent to the showers. So, I can shave and also enjoy the panorama of young college men.



Once a young guy, I think a junior or senior, walked into the sink area, with a towel draped over his shoulder and holding a cell phone. He was naked to the waist, wearing just a pair of checkered boxers. He looked at himself in the mirror (I love the innocent narcissism of college boys!) and then picked one of the stalls and closed the door. I heard him tinkle, and then silence. Then I realized after a minute that he must have been texting, because I saw under the door that he was bobbing up and down on the balls of his feet.

“Son, those are not the balls I’m here to see!” I thought grumpily.

He stayed in the stall for some time, texting and wobbling. He walked out of the stall in a couple of minutes, still with the towel draped around his shoulder. I saw him walking towards the lockers and away from the shower, so I was feeling disappointed.

But no fear! A few minutes later he came back, minus the cell phone, wearing just his towel. He picked one of the showerheads farther from the entrance, giving me a good view, and let his towel drop.

Some college kids have loose balls, while others have a solid scrotum that doesn’t move much. His testicles were the latter, well-shaped and even. His penis was large, but not super long. It was slightly thick and had a blunt head. I think he might be a grower.

I could tell from the way he lathered himself that he thought highly of his own physicality. I got the sense he likes being the dominant one under the covers. He likes being in control and making most of the decisions during lovemaking. I think he’s a little sensitive to criticism. So if afterwards he asks, “How’d I do?” his partner should try to be positive and offer constructive feedback. Gradually, he can learn to relinquish control, and let his partner surprise and delight him.

Yeah, he might be a little full of himself, but he’s pretty, and he was brave enough to let me see him naked.

As I say so often, college boys fascinate me because of their transitional post-adolescent status. College boys are diffident, naïve and yet intense. They stumble and stammer, and yet they make love at a white heat. It’s in college that guys learn how to put their new adult bodies to good use. It’s thrilling to watch their progress, boys tumbling into men.

 

[15943881]

In my essays I try to explore the three fundamental facets of the college boy psyche: How do college boys express their newfound freedom? How does that freedom connect to the fact that they are young adults, with new adult bodies? And how do these two factors play out in the arena of the locker room? I’m using the word “arena” deliberately because there is an element of pain and struggle in the growth process of college boys. They are free from parental authority, and they are starting to take on the physical characteristics of grown men, and it is often in the locker room that these two elements collide in amusing but illumining ways. In the interaction of these forces, we can gain a more sympathetic understanding of these young men.



What college boys want, most of all, is to be loved. In this case, “love” implies acceptance, intimacy, care. At odds with this fundamental need is the various social and peer pressures that demand a certain level of tense masculinity to be maintained at all times. This social expectation is not necessarily a bad thing, even though it is usually portrayed pejoratively in many critical essays and reports. I mean, these are GUYS, after all, and their development into young men means that they will spend time reflecting on what masculinity means to them, and how much of society’s expectations are they prepared to fulfil.



When I first started working at the college, and using the gym, I was shocked to find that almost every single college guy gets at least some kind of erection in the shower. At first I thought it was just the play of hormones, but I now think it might be a way for them to assert themselves as mature and sexually capable men. They do not have to use the open showers, there are also stalls available. But they prefer to use the showers, even if they display an unquestionable erection, to show their readiness to participate in the world of the adult.



I once saw a baseball player, “Travis”, toweling off by his locker, a dark haired twenty-year old kid with a strikingly sculpted chest and broad shoulders. He was drying off his genitals stoically, basically massaging them with his towel, and had given himself a partial erection. To emote a little bit, he had quite the dong! I wanted to tickle its buoyant head. : )



We’re talking about the liberation of college guys from parental authority, along with their new “grown-up” bodies, and how these two facts come together in a locker room climate, to reveal truths about their sexual lives. This boy, Travis, gives us a perfect example. He was rubbing his genitals with his towel with a stoic expression on his face. He was fine with people viewing him naked and partially hard. This means he had come to the point of masculine self-acceptance, integrated within the society or public space of a locker room.



I think he would take sex as a duty, or an obligation, but I think he would be quite good at it. In other words, he would carry the discipline, rigor and camaraderie of sport into the bedroom. His lovemaking style would be that of an instinctive performer, who wants to entertain his fans even as he scores the winning shot.



I might be almost three times Travis’ age, but he shed some important light for me on college boy sexuality. I am grateful to him, an amazing specimen. We have many more revealing samples to look at!



--IdeaofOrder

 

[15943881]

A few months ago, I saw an incoming freshman getting undressed. I think his name was “Matt.” He was a little shaky and nervous about getting naked in public, so he wrapped his waist in a big blue and yellow towel with a Hawaiian beach scene mosaic, while getting off his compression shorts. He had great abdominal definition, I could see all eight of his abs. I wanted to kiss each one. He had a nice tan and pretty good biceps, too. And I could have spent a year just running my hands over his smooth, perfect chest and nipples. He walked over to the showers, stumbling in his towel, and interrogated an older college student, in an affected deep voice, “Hey, are these the showers!”

The student nodded, and I had to smile.
That’s right, baby, ask dumb questions in a deep voice so you sound like a MAN.

I love college boys, their demonstrative chest-beating, their innocent foibles.

 

[opinionman]

At my college, the sinks and urinals are adjacent to the showers. So, I can shave and also enjoy the panorama of young college men.



Once a young guy, I think a junior or senior, walked into the sink area, with a towel draped over his shoulder and holding a cell phone. He was naked to the waist, wearing just a pair of checkered boxers. He looked at himself in the mirror (I love the innocent narcissism of college boys!) and then picked one of the stalls and closed the door. I heard him tinkle, and then silence. Then I realized after a minute that he must have been texting, because I saw under the door that he was bobbing up and down on the balls of his feet.

“Son, those are not the balls I’m here to see!” I thought grumpily.

He stayed in the stall for some time, texting and wobbling. He walked out of the stall in a couple of minutes, still with the towel draped around his shoulder. I saw him walking towards the lockers and away from the shower, so I was feeling disappointed.

But no fear! A few minutes later he came back, minus the cell phone, wearing just his towel. He picked one of the showerheads farther from the entrance, giving me a good view, and let his towel drop.

Some college kids have loose balls, while others have a solid scrotum that doesn’t move much. His testicles were the latter, well-shaped and even. His penis was large, but not super long. It was slightly thick and had a blunt head. I think he might be a grower.

I could tell from the way he lathered himself that he thought highly of his own physicality. I got the sense he likes being the dominant one under the covers. He likes being in control and making most of the decisions during lovemaking. I think he’s a little sensitive to criticism. So if afterwards he asks, “How’d I do?” his partner should try to be positive and offer constructive feedback. Gradually, he can learn to relinquish control, and let his partner surprise and delight him.

Yeah, he might be a little full of himself, but he’s pretty, and he was brave enough to let me see him naked.

As I say so often, college boys fascinate me because of their transitional post-adolescent status. College boys are diffident, naïve and yet intense. They stumble and stammer, and yet they make love at a white heat. It’s in college that guys learn how to put their new adult bodies to good use. It’s thrilling to watch their progress, boys tumbling into men.

This is a beautifully depicted moment. I fervently hope all college guys will attain this level of security, tho' I know they won't. When I was in college, tho, everyone showered together naked. One thing I always thought was weird was guys who'd strip in the changing room, then wrap a towel around their waist for the 8 ft walk to the shower rooms nd then remove the towel. I always just draped the towel over my shoulder and let the guys see my balls swing.

 

[opinionman]

In my essays I try to explore the three fundamental facets of the college boy psyche: How do college boys express their newfound freedom? How does that freedom connect to the fact that they are young adults, with new adult bodies? And how do these two factors play out in the arena of the locker room? I’m using the word “arena” deliberately because there is an element of pain and struggle in the growth process of college boys. They are free from parental authority, and they are starting to take on the physical characteristics of grown men, and it is often in the locker room that these two elements collide in amusing but illumining ways. In the interaction of these forces, we can gain a more sympathetic understanding of these young men.



What college boys want, most of all, is to be loved. In this case, “love” implies acceptance, intimacy, care. At odds with this fundamental need is the various social and peer pressures that demand a certain level of tense masculinity to be maintained at all times. This social expectation is not necessarily a bad thing, even though it is usually portrayed pejoratively in many critical essays and reports. I mean, these are GUYS, after all, and their development into young men means that they will spend time reflecting on what masculinity means to them, and how much of society’s expectations are they prepared to fulfil.



When I first started working at the college, and using the gym, I was shocked to find that almost every single college guy gets at least some kind of erection in the shower. At first I thought it was just the play of hormones, but I now think it might be a way for them to assert themselves as mature and sexually capable men. They do not have to use the open showers, there are also stalls available. But they prefer to use the showers, even if they display an unquestionable erection, to show their readiness to participate in the world of the adult.



I once saw a baseball player, “Travis”, toweling off by his locker, a dark haired twenty-year old kid with a strikingly sculpted chest and broad shoulders. He was drying off his genitals stoically, basically massaging them with his towel, and had given himself a partial erection. To emote a little bit, he had quite the dong! I wanted to tickle its buoyant head. : )



We’re talking about the liberation of college guys from parental authority, along with their new “grown-up” bodies, and how these two facts come together in a locker room climate, to reveal truths about their sexual lives. This boy, Travis, gives us a perfect example. He was rubbing his genitals with his towel with a stoic expression on his face. He was fine with people viewing him naked and partially hard. This means he had come to the point of masculine self-acceptance, integrated within the society or public space of a locker room.



I think he would take sex as a duty, or an obligation, but I think he would be quite good at it. In other words, he would carry the discipline, rigor and camaraderie of sport into the bedroom. His lovemaking style would be that of an instinctive performer, who wants to entertain his fans even as he scores the winning shot.



I might be almost three times Travis’ age, but he shed some important light for me on college boy sexuality. I am grateful to him, an amazing specimen. We have many more revealing samples to look at!



--IdeaofOrder

I can count on one hand the number of times I've seen a guy in college get an erection in the showers, and a few of those were on purpose for my benefit, not just some spontaneous hard-on.

 

[15943881]

I can count on one hand the number of times I've seen a guy in college get an erection in the showers, and a few of those were on purpose for my benefit, not just some spontaneous hard-on.

Opinionman, if you haven't seen erections in a college locker room, you haven't been to one. : )

 

[opinionman]

Opinionman, if you haven't seen erections in a college locker room, you haven't been to one. : )

Aw, there you are mistaken. I was in college locker rooms from '78-83, then again from '85-89. I should be more precise. In my college years (78-83) I showered every day with guys and never once saw a hard on. I think that's mostly fantasy.
However, I moved to a diff college town in 85 and went to the local college gym where I saw TONS of SELF_INDUCED erections in the sauna as a way of signaling to a guy you wanna jack off with him or whatever. The only "accidental" erections I saw in the showers were ones already half hard from the sauna and showing off.

 

[Hunter_cobrakaiT]

KS anyone ?

 

[16481001]

As much as we might like to see college guys naked, and the people who write on this thread most certainly do, we need to do more than just take them as eye candy if we want to understand them, what makes them tick.



What do college guys think about? The answer, of course, in order is:



Sex, takeout, the basketball game, sex, cleaning their dorm room, hanging with the bros, sex, cramming for the exam, re-watching the “Wolf of Wall Street” and sex.



I was ringing up a couple of ladies at the campus gift shop. My assistant was a college boy named Frankie. As Frankie was helping me bag, I saw him look longingly at both the mother and the daughter. The daughter was a slender waif of a college girl, white-blond hair, nice seductive eyes. Her mother was an absolute MILF, who could easily pass as her daughter’s older sister. Frankie couldn’t stop looking at them. I could feel his masculine heat.



After they left, I saw his face was flushed. College boys can’t hide their sexual attraction. I like that.



I also like the innocence of college boys. Once I was walking down the quad and I saw an attractive underclassman, a kid with light brown hair, maybe five foot eight, with a light build. I asked him what he was studying and he said “Theatre!”, too loud. And I said, imitating his loud manner, “You’ll be RICH!” He looked at me and said, once again, loudly, “You’ll be rich, TOO!” His voice cracked a little bit on the last word.



I wanted to pull his pants down and rail his beautiful behind.



Another time, I asked one of the members of our baseball team where he was from, where he lived, and he gave me his exact home address! “555 Park Ridge Drive, Durban Ohio” (Not his real address). So endearing.



College boys aren’t always very self-aware. That can make their locker room foibles all the more charming. Last week I saw a college kid posing shirtless in front of the mirror. He was flexing his muscles and making classic, if exaggerated body building poses. He was a brown-haired boy with beautifully articulated stomach muscles, a smooth but well-developed chest, and well-rounded biceps. He still had some “baby fat” around his waist, but that just accentuated his overall toned physique. Also, his belly button stuck out a little! I’m saying he wasn’t that self-aware because the poses he was striking were a bit silly- like Rodin’s “Thinker” or the classic two-fisted abdominal flex. He was showing off his manhood, but his poses showed me that he was still basically a boy, a work in progress.



Another time, I went to a college wrestling tournament. I came early to watch the weigh in. I enjoyed being in a gymnasium full of college guys in their boxers. Interestingly, the doctors, who were officiating were all women (gee, I wonder why?). I noticed one boy, a Latino, walked up to the scales, only in his skivvies, weighed himself, and then grabbed his package. Then another boy, an Irish-looking kid with red hair, went up and stepped on the scales. When he finished, he also clutched at this manhood! Then, I saw each and every boy did the same thing: get weighed, and then touched themselves through their boxers! And the panel of female doctors were right there! They pretended not to look, and I don’t think the boys clutched at their goods to draw the attention of the women, it was just an instinctual grab. But each and every wrestler adjusted himself, announcing that this right here is what makes him a man.



The other day, our college hosted a regional tennis tournament. A couple different schools participated. I attended the practice “exhibition” round. Afterwards, I chatted with one of the visiting teams in the locker room; we were just talking about the history of the sport, and our favorite players of yesteryear. I saw one boy, “Brian” a tall, dark-haired boy with a nice tan, possibly Latino, with a light but muscular build. He stripped down right in front of one of the stalls, and I was surprised that he had such a big butt! I guess that’s something I’m coming to accept, how big guys have big butts. It’s just their bodies are often so lean and toned, that their big asses seem somehow incongruous.



Anyway, I was yammering away with the boys, most of them were already in their boxers, when one of their star players, Lucas, came back from his shower, with his towel held over his front, his butt fully exposed. He had a cute, petite butt, that I actually prefer.



He turned around to face us, lifting his towel away from his groin to dry off his back.



Ladies: the future may be female, but Lucas is MALE!



In my vernacular I don’t use the word “penis” very often when describing college boy genitalia. I prefer terms that are less clinical, more light-hearted and descriptive. They include, in order of increasing size: ding-a-ling, ding-dong, donger, wang, shlong, and DONG.



Lucas’ “boxer python” was on the large end of “dong”, easily one of the biggest cream-slingers I have seen on a college boy. It was an uncut beauty, raw and powerful. I was talking a little bit about my love of tennis, and my admiration for some players, and Lucas just listened, his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide and innocent. I’ve seen that posture before when I talk to naked college boys. It’s a posture they adopt when they are curious or interested in what you have to say, or are looking for validation or approval. Lucas, you just keep doing what you’re doing, baby. You pass with flying colors!



I really prefer circumcised penises because they have more character. Most of the personality of the penis is in the head. Uncut men don’t seem to be fully nude somehow. As another poster mentioned, there’s a kind of total nakedness that comes from a circumcised and fully exposed glans. But boys like Lucas are teaching me to love uncut penises, too. They’re very sensitive.



Somehow, all the hard work that Lucas has put into his tennis, all the training, winning scholarships to tennis camps, and

getting into a prestigious overseas program is registered in his lean body. He is six feet, zero inches,, but looks taller because of his light 170 lbs. frame. He has tight, steely biceps and triceps, great traps, great ab definition, and a nice line of silk hair down his chest and stomach. He is stacked with quick twitch muscles and has a truly feline grace. He has a winning, quirky smile, and perpetually ear-length, uncombed blond-brown hair. He likes Polish prog rock, essential oils and reading “serious” books. His balls vie with his dork in size and lopsided beauty.



I’ve noticed that the other boys were a little hesitant to walk around fully nude, but Lucas didn’t have that reluctance. I think he had the longest penis on the team, so in some way it was the team mascot. It was his way of reminding his teammates that they are the biggest, and best.



The fact that he had no hesitation in showing me his uncut masculinity, and that he looked at me with that open, trusting expression, tells me volumes about his behavior in bed. If I could interview any of his girlfriends, I’m sure she would tell me that as a lover, he is open, wholehearted, sincere and vulnerable. I think the discipline he’s acquired from tennis helps him to last a long time. He can control himself, and wait for the right shot.



At the same time, I don’t think Lucas has had the easiest life. I think he’s known poverty and strife. He’s had to fight to survive. I also think he is, if not a religious man, then a man of deep values. So, sex for him would not just be for pleasure, but it would have to mean something to him. I think his lovemaking would be deliberate and intense.



Once, during Wimbledon, a Czech player was asked by a reporter why he never bothered to learn English. He said he never had to, his racquet was his interpreter. Similarly, in bed, Lucas’ uncut champion needs no help to “love” and “serve”!



On his social page, one of his (male) Polish friends wrote the word “seksia” under Lucas’ profile photo. I could not agree more.

 

[Tosser]

I am attracted to innocence, and intelligence.
This thread is a win-win.

Beautiful word pictures that read like Dostoevsky.
You feel you know his characters, or people just like them.

THAT is the nature of Literature: universal human experience.
This thread elevates LPSG far above making sexual objects out of people.

It fleshes out their humanity and their souls into recognizing the lovable essence of every human. That’s not projection.
That’s art.

 

[16481001]

May my writing reach and live up to the height of your generous appreciation!!!

 

[16481001]

Tosser, to be appreciated by someone like you makes it all worthwhile.

 

[Tosser]

May my writing reach and live up to the height of your generous appreciation!!!

It already has

 

[Tosser]

Tosser, to be appreciated by someone like you makes it all worthwhile.

I appreciate a guy with original thought who can cogently express it.
Definitely elevates the total humanity of the subject to a much more intimate level.
We’re not just critters in a meaningless biosphere. WE assign meaning!
I appreciate your view, and art.

 

[dom1000]

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



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


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


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



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



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

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


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


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



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



I miss Zabid. I hope he’s well.

I would love to hear how you would describe my body/ancestry. See my pics.

 

[16768321]

(The following is one of my very first posts to LPSG, from the forum “Are guys more comfortable naked in the locker room than they used to be”)

I wanted to follow up my original post with some additional comments. First of all, penis size is really important to me, but it’s not the only thing I care about. If a college kid is intelligent, has a good heart and is outgoing and social, then I don’t care if he has a big penis or not. I’ve met guys who had small dicks but who had very good hearts. Of course, I’ve also met college boys with big hearts and big whatchamacallits : )

One of the trainers at my gym, Chase (not his real name), falls into the latter category. He’s a sophomore studying bioengineering. He’s a teddy bear, a very chiseled young man, with sweet brown eyes. He has a soft, modest and kind personality. He also has a dick the size of Dearborn! The first time I saw it I didn’t even know what it was! I was taking a shower and he was walking towards me naked except for his towel, twenty feet away, when he dropped his towel. And I swear to God, I had a moment of confusion before I realized I was seeing his penis. “Is that some kind of prosthetic or tube sock?” I thought at first.

No!
A-wooga!
Fire Engine Number Nine: Godzilla’s on the loose!

Secondly, I love seeing college guys naked but I also like working out with them, and getting to know them. I love their energy, their breathing, their physicality. I saw a blond boy wearing a wife-beater, on the rowing machine, maybe six months ago. The veins were popping in his arms as he was doing his reps. Another kid, darker complexioned with a slight build, was doing stretching exercises right next to me. I was doing planks. Sometimes, in the course of his stretching, his face would come close to my face, and sometimes his rear end. Just being near them while they were exerting themselves, grunting and sweating, was so satisfying. If I can feel their young heat I almost don’t need to see them naked. Of course, the operative word here is *almost* : )

Third, I wonder if there is a recent danger of demonizing the sexuality of young men? I’m not trying to be controversial! But do we want young guys not to be randy? Isn’t part of the mystique of young men their power, their danger, their sudden, overpowering arousal? I mean, when you read Blake’s poem “Tyger, Tyger burning bright” isn’t he talking about the mystery, the terror, of male lust? I recently referred to college boys as being “magnificently sexual”. In anything great, or awesome, there is an element of terror. If we take away that fear, which is inherent in the male principle, its primal, generative urge to be free and uncontrollable, do we also not diminish its beauty and mystery?

I read not too long ago that over eighty percent of college guys are sexually active. Really! Eighty percent. That’s beautiful! Studies show that the average college youth has three orgasms a week, or as Germaine Greer impishly laid out “…the semen of nineteen year-old boys flows like tap water.” She’s pretty accurate.
Speaking only for myself, I love my college boys just the way are. I love their innocence, awkwardness and hidden tenderness. I love their laughter, their gentle horseplay, their confidence, their friendliness and their slang. I love their cracking voices and Adam’s apples, their fresh chest hair and the thicker hair around their navels. I love them naked, fully dressed and in their boxers. I love the contrast between their lithe and slender bodies and their hot-blooded needs. I love them for being brave enough to show me their masculine beauty, all of it. I am an unabashed fan of college boys’ sex drive. They make me proud when they are priapic and horny.

 

[Soxfan90]

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

I would have loved to plow his beautiful aspie butt.

 

[IdeaOfOrder]

Thanks for the love Soxfan90. This is a revised version of my Spencer article. I think it is a stronger essay:

[Note: This is a revised and updated version of an essay that originally appeared earlier in thread “For the love of college boys”]

CASE STUDY: SPENCER

Today I want to talk about a recently graduated college boy named Spencer.

As I’m typing this I’m looking at a selfie Spencer took recently. His left leg is upraised, his foot resting on a toilet seat, his blue shorts pulled back to show his inner thigh. You can see where his tan ends. His plaid shirt is unbuttoned to show an un-ironed white t-shirt. His light brown hair is a bit tossled. He has a big Adam’s apple, and is smiling into his cell phone.

Spencer stands at about 5 foot eleven inches tall, is slender with a perpetual tan. He plays many sports and is a member of both the club track and club triathlon teams. He told me he trains up to five hours a day! His stomach muscles support that claim.
We’re going to take off his clothes in a minute, and adjust the camera lens to focus on his dork. It’s a big one and plays an important role in his self-conception as an athlete and as a man.

But before we discuss his yo-yo, I just want to mention that Spencer suffers from Asperger’s. Part of my attraction to college boys stems from their tough-guy posturing. But often it’s just a surface façade, or an act, that hides a lot of emotional uncertainty and fear. They are full-grown men who still remember sleeping with teddy bears and often send their laundry home.

College boys often struggle to verbalise their emotions, and so resort to drinking and sex in an effort to connect. Women usually don’t hit their sexual peak until their mid to late thirties, whereas college guys are in the zone! It’s the juncture of their slender, delicate bodies, innocence, hazy thinking, and bottled-up sexual frustration that fascinates me.

I want to emphasize that I practice caution in my interactions with college boys, and I encourage readers to do the same. They are vulnerable young people, and so older men (and women!) have a responsibility to treat them with utmost care. This is especially true in the case of kids like Spencer who deal with special social or psychological difficulties.

Spencer’s struggle with Aperger’s:

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

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

I also thought that his tendency to shout might reflect our age difference: I’m more than twice his age, so maybe he was just clinging to a childhood pattern of reacting to adults. If his mom called him for dinner, perhaps he would shout, “I’ll be right there! I’m finishing my game!” That also can point to his need for order or an established routine.
Sometimes he would interrupt two of his teammates when they were talking just to ask them something totally unrelated and they would just try to involve him in their discussion. They knew he struggled with sociability and I appreciated their kindness towards him.

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

Spencer naked:

But I did see a lot of Spencer. He never bothered wearing a towel to and from the shower. He would shower, go to his locker and reach for…his phone. The towel could wait. He would play some action game on his I-phone that would make him rock from side to side, sometimes even lurch, and that of course prompted his penis to flail around.

I was fascinated by his body. I mean, he had so much trouble communicating his thoughts and feelings, but he could make a statement on the pool, on the track and on his bike. And if all else failed, he could get naked. His spine had a gentle s-curve that made both his chest and butt stick out.

His circumcised donger was large and beautiful. It also served as a bellwether for how happy he was with practice. The larger it was, the more pleased he was with his time.

Spencer’s relationship with his own penis:

Spencer walked around the locker room naked a lot, but he usually only showered in the stalls, so I never got to see how much self-touching he does. He did sit in the sauna naked, but I didn’t see him touching himself in there either.

As a lifelong swimmer, I think he was accustomed to being naked in front of other people from an early age. So for him, being publicly nude might not have been very sexually evocative.
He wears really tight speedos, but he didn’t have much of a bulge. I was surprised the first time I saw him take off his speedo and saw he was carrying a magnum. I like to think he got some satisfaction in surprising people at how big his dork was.
He served as team captain his last two years which is typical for boys with big penises. Their teammates often instinctively want to be led by a large-dicked man. I don’t know how effective Spencer was as a leader, but he did have that box checked!

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!

Spencer leads by example:

Once the school’s triathlon team qualified for the national tournament. All the guys were so excited! Even Spencer was stoked. I remember it was just a few days before they were going to fly out to wherever the tournament was being held (somewhere in Colorado maybe), and Spencer and his friend Jake had just finished their last practice and were sopping wet from the pool. Spencer peeled his speedo down to his ankles and I saw his trouser snake was raising its head!

I wanted to stroke it.

In spite of his big floppy size, Spencer was a grower!

Jake, a quiet, withdrawn French boy, pulled his speedo off just after Spencer did, and I noticed his penis was upwardly aligned with Spencer's.

Spencer's excitement gave Jake
permission to show off his own arousal. I was surprised because even though Jake's penis was uncut, it looked just like Spencer's when erect.
I guess this connects with the “subliminal lingo” between guys that I spoke of earlier. It’s always wonderful to see.

Spencer out in the world:

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

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

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

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!