With all due respect, please let us stay on-topic. This discussion is not relevant to to thread of "For the love of college boys".
Maybe you can dm each other!!!
Maybe you can dm each other!!!
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OK--With all due respect, please let us stay on-topic. This discussion is not relevant to to thread of "For the love of college boys".
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College boys butts are the best.
The absolute best butts to fuck.
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A little while ago, I was accosted and harassed on another forum by someone I will designate as a "troll". He said some very unkind and scurrilous, slanderous things about my writing. I eventually realised that he was just a troll and I asked him to stop harassing me, on pain of my reporting him. He left me alone then, but I realised that my response to his criticisms actually comprise some of my best writing! I learned then, that we don't have to hate or ignore trolls, we can rise to the occasion and silence them with our own sincere creativity. We have something to offer. Trolls do not.
I will leave out what this person said, but I will post my response, as I think some of my readers will find it interesting, in its analysis of college boy locker room psychology:
Dear X,
I read your comment, and I want to know that I hear you, and I understand where you’re coming from. Maybe I can explain myself?
To be honest, I’ve received hundreds of likes between this and my now-deleted “Paradise Regained” account. I’ve also got many affirmative and appreciative off-board messages regarding my experiences and reflections with college boys. This is the first time I have ever been excoriated on the site.
I don’t blame you.
First of all, I can imagine “Older men who love younger men” might suggest long-term monogamous or even platonic relationships between men of disparate ages. Instead, what you got were explicit accounts of my sexual fascination with college-aged men. I can see how that could have been off-putting to you.
Also, you may have had personal experiences with lurkers or stalkers in the locker room. You may have even experienced even worse things. Reading my hyper-sexualized accounts of college guys’ bodies could have triggered very, very unpleasant associations for you. If that’s the case, please know that I am very sorry.
I feel miserable that I get to see these beautiful young men naked and other people can’t. I offer my experiences with these remarkable, talented and beautiful boys in a spirit of sharing. LPSG is a site directly designed for the discussion of erotic interests, and yes, kinks and oddball fetishes. I don’t think my interest in beautiful young college men is beyond the orbit of most LPSG forums. I don’t mean to objectify anyone, and I hope readers can see my affection for these boys is at least as strong as my physical fascination with them.
In my two years of writing for this forum, I have covered many of the homosocial behaviors of college boys in the locker room, ranging from buff, good-natured horseplay to outright homoeroticism. I have also discussed the performative nature of much locker room nudity, especially with younger men. I won’t rehash all that here. But I can say with clarity, from my own observations, that college guys’ relationship to locker room nudity can be fraught with communicative intention and meaning. It is an area that I think deserves patient, objective analysis.
Last week I saw one of our baseball players get an erection in the shower. It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, not because I got to see some college boy’s erect penis, but because an erection is a symbol of life’s endless capacity for renewal. Like the Indian nymph-goddesses, beautiful, idealized women who represent the eternal Feminine, this boy’s kinetic arousal made me feel that Life, in all of its strangeness, spontaneity and joy, will prevail, even in the face of nuclear weapons, climate change, plagues or whatever cruelties or stupidities the human race concocts to torture itself and the planet. Like my taurean baseball player in the shower, all college boys, in their own way, carry forward the banner of the Masculine divine.
Thank you, and I hope this has made my position a little more relatable. College boys are for me, a field worthy of wonder, investigation and love.
I will leave out what this person said, but I will post my response, as I think some of my readers will find it interesting, in its analysis of college boy locker room psychology:
Dear X,
I read your comment, and I want to know that I hear you, and I understand where you’re coming from. Maybe I can explain myself?
To be honest, I’ve received hundreds of likes between this and my now-deleted “Paradise Regained” account. I’ve also got many affirmative and appreciative off-board messages regarding my experiences and reflections with college boys. This is the first time I have ever been excoriated on the site.
I don’t blame you.
First of all, I can imagine “Older men who love younger men” might suggest long-term monogamous or even platonic relationships between men of disparate ages. Instead, what you got were explicit accounts of my sexual fascination with college-aged men. I can see how that could have been off-putting to you.
Also, you may have had personal experiences with lurkers or stalkers in the locker room. You may have even experienced even worse things. Reading my hyper-sexualized accounts of college guys’ bodies could have triggered very, very unpleasant associations for you. If that’s the case, please know that I am very sorry.
I feel miserable that I get to see these beautiful young men naked and other people can’t. I offer my experiences with these remarkable, talented and beautiful boys in a spirit of sharing. LPSG is a site directly designed for the discussion of erotic interests, and yes, kinks and oddball fetishes. I don’t think my interest in beautiful young college men is beyond the orbit of most LPSG forums. I don’t mean to objectify anyone, and I hope readers can see my affection for these boys is at least as strong as my physical fascination with them.
In my two years of writing for this forum, I have covered many of the homosocial behaviors of college boys in the locker room, ranging from buff, good-natured horseplay to outright homoeroticism. I have also discussed the performative nature of much locker room nudity, especially with younger men. I won’t rehash all that here. But I can say with clarity, from my own observations, that college guys’ relationship to locker room nudity can be fraught with communicative intention and meaning. It is an area that I think deserves patient, objective analysis.
Last week I saw one of our baseball players get an erection in the shower. It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, not because I got to see some college boy’s erect penis, but because an erection is a symbol of life’s endless capacity for renewal. Like the Indian nymph-goddesses, beautiful, idealized women who represent the eternal Feminine, this boy’s kinetic arousal made me feel that Life, in all of its strangeness, spontaneity and joy, will prevail, even in the face of nuclear weapons, climate change, plagues or whatever cruelties or stupidities the human race concocts to torture itself and the planet. Like my taurean baseball player in the shower, all college boys, in their own way, carry forward the banner of the Masculine divine.
Thank you, and I hope this has made my position a little more relatable. College boys are for me, a field worthy of wonder, investigation and love.
Indeed as now it seems it's "gay" if you showered ever with another male in the vicinity.
Yes...ironic, given that when I grew up it was almost the opposite. modesty at least signaled timidity, inexperience with sports, etc., and might even raise suspicions of my specific concern...i.e. the need to avoid an erection. Conversely, walking around confidently with your flaccid dick out in the open displayed that you didn't have such concerns
I want to share some more impressions of naked college boys in the locker room. In my essays I try to address a few different questions:
How do college boys behave naked? (horseplay, slang, homoerotic banter, blushing, intentional or unintentional erections etc.)
What does their behavior in the locker room tell us about their sex lives? (level of sexual activity, sexual orientation or different kinds of sex)
How does penis size affect a college boy’s sense of self? Do boys with different sized penises relate to their members in different ways?
There were some recent athletic events at my college and I was able to observe some boys with various endowments first hand.
About a month ago I saw two swimmers in the locker room, who, unusually for swimmers, did not participate in the towel dance. The first swimmer, a tall white kid with somewhat frizzy hair, opened and lifted his towel to dry off his hair, thus revealing a large uncut penis. His towel brushed against it a couple of times, thus eliciting a somewhat excited response, his penis lifted up its head for about thirty seconds before relaxing. He then finished drying off, and put on his boxers. One of his teammates had to scribble a note on some scratch paper, and so the tall boy offered his stomach as support. The second kid rested the looseleaf paper on the first boy’s stomach who had just hardened his abdominal muscles.
I speculate that this tall boy, an engineering major, enjoys foreplay- including stroking, licking, fondling- both giving and receiving. During copulatory sex I think he tends towards a gentle, even rhythm and can hold out for an extended time.
His teammate, a slight boy with a perfectly smooth chest, opened his towel and I saw he had already removed his speedo. He had a small, circumcised penis, especially compared with his teammate. It was somewhat pointed. I noticed the tall boy was more comfortable showing his penis than his shorter, less fortunate teammate. The second boy might feel a little humiliated over being both short and also having a small penis. He might, however, be a grower. Perhaps someone can start a separate thread on the benefits of having a small penis? Do boys with smaller penises point upwards at a sharper angle when erect? Do they have more control during sex? Are there humiliation games women can play with men with smaller dongs?
On a similar note, I once noticed a tall visiting basketball player (lanky, curly hair, great on the court) in the shower, with a lot of abdominal hair but with a small penis. I wonder if there is an extra humiliation factor in being tall, athletic and hirsute, but having a small penis? As a personal aside, I like seeing college boys with different sized penises. I think small penises are interesting in their own way. I like the dynamic between boys with big penises and those with small, cherubic ones. Even though this kid had just a small “dinky winky” I still enjoyed it. I still wanted to touch it.
Over the summer, our school played an intense soccer match with a team from Wisconsin. I’d like to focus on three of the players on the visiting team, because their bodies have a lot to teach us.
I was shaving when the shower filled up with the visiting soccer players. They were obviously comfortable with communal showers because they removed their towels upon entering, with a nonchalant attitude, even some flair, revealing their smooth, toned bodies. Great tan lines. Lots of boys with a gentle s-curve in their spine, lots of voluptuous hard butts. Great abs. They all smiled and clowned around in the shower. One boy (a handsome dirty-blond, bronzed skin, with the beginnings of some serious chest hair) paused in the doorway and whistled salaciously (whoo-WHOOO) before entering and dropping his towel.
The boy next to me, Blake, is turning nineteen this month! He’s five foot one, and I got the sense that this slender little hunk isn’t done growing yet! I think he’s due soon for his last growth spurt! I learned recently that some men continue to grow in college and I think he’s one of them. Smooth chest and stomach, rock-hard butt, angular jaw, cloudy blue-grey eyes, gold chain around his neck. Showered with furtive little motions, like a bird. A baby bella mushroom cap dong. I wanted to link my hands around his chest, hoist him up by his armpits, and sodomize the stuffing out of him. I’d give him a nosebleed!
He reminded me of a boy I knew at summer camp, Sam. Sam and I were both junior counsellors at the YMCA camp in Maryland. Like most of us he always used to sleep wearing just his boxers. One day, he forgot to wake up early for his kitchen duties, so the meal manager, Susan (maybe twenty-eight years old), came into our cabin, full of half naked teenage boys and knelt by his bed. She placed her hand on his stomach and lay her head on his chest. He still didn’t stir, so she stroked him from his navel to his collarbone. The kid woke up with a start and said, “Oh, I’m sorry!” And Susan just laughed and ruffled his hair.
I think because Blake still looks like a kid, he might try extra hard to prove his manhood during sex. I can imagine him placing his finger over his partner’s lips, and reassuring them, even if they weren’t nervous, saying something like “Hey- it’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna be gentle.”
Promises, promises, Blake!
Another boy, Blair, also a freshman, entered and took the shower at the other end of the room. He was tall, blond, with some adorable baby fat on his hips and buttocks. Blair was strong, muscular, but with some post-adolescent jello on his body. It somehow heightened his sex appeal for me. He had a squeaky voice and articulated a lot with his hands. He got a semi erection towards the beginning of his shower which lasted a couple of minutes. I don’t think it was sexual, it was just college boy hormones kicking in.
His scrotum did not retract during his period of arousal, his testicles remained loose.
His penis, whether relaxed or semi erect was thicker at the tip than at the base, like a cudgel. He is only eighteen years old, but is sexually an adult. His penis's size, girth and club-like shape made it look almost intimidating; it was out of sync with the rest of his body.
From his intonation I got the sense he might possibly be gay. I thought, unprofessionally, that I’d like to pound his ass to Byzantium! And I’d be more than happy to bottom for him. For all the gelatin in his hips and butt, and his scratchy voice, there is one part of this kid that is “all man”. He might not know how to use it properly yet but that’s okay. Practice makes perfect, Blair.
A third kid, Nick (6’2’’, 180 lbs. 20 years old), entered the room and chose the middle stall, but did not close the curtain. He had dark short hair, a muscly, sporadically hairy chest which added to his boyish beauty, and delicate, thoughtful features. A bronzed face and arms but quite pale elsewhere. I guess he doesn’t sunbathe much.
My eyes went straight to his groin- holy hell-
What a SHLONG!
Sorry for losing my cool.
Ladies, our twenty year old college Goalie is packing serious heat. His circumcised dork clocks in between “very large” and “wow” with the needle pointing slightly to the latter. An elegant, somewhat triangular head, that just barely reached below his balls.
His family jewels rivaled Blair’s!
I flushed on seeing his post-adolescent maleness.
As it was the middle stall, he was flanked on either side by his teammates, so that he almost looked like the centerpiece of a medieval triptych, a saint flanked by angels. But unlike the holy figures in traditional iconography, Nick was doing what no saint would.
He was playing with himself!
He had made a loose knot around his penis and let it slip through his fist. He did this three or four times. Then he made a tighter fist, but paused halfway up the shaft, causing the exposed part to list to the side! He looked at it for a couple seconds. Then he let his fist complete its circuit and let go. Then he rested his hand on his balls and propped up his penis with his thumb until it lay on his stomach. It covered his belly button!
Interestingly, he washed his penis once, but made it run the “fist-gauntlet” five or six times.
Talk about a post-game show!
What can we learn from Nick’s self-touching? I think there are several things we can observe.
First, no other age group touches themselves in the shower as much as college boys do. This is not surprising. I notice college boys on the train every day as I ride to work. What do they do? They listen to music on their bluetooths and they tap their feet and play an invisible drum kit. Older guys don’t tap at the air like that. It’s part of the exuberance of college boys. They have more testosterone in their system than older men have, and they also have not been crushed by the realities of life. They’re full of joy and exuberance. We notice that exuberance in sports, on the train, in the shower, and in bed.
By touching himself in his way, fondling the length of his (admittedly) long penis, Nick was also asserting his sexual identity. I support the “Me-too” movement, absolutely, as I also support gender equality. But perhaps the pendulum has swung too far in the opposite direction, and young men have come to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed by their natural sexual urges. Nick may have been saying, through his self-touching, “This is what I am, this is what makes me a man.”
Again, the penis is not just the instrument of sex. It is a symbol of the whole masculine psyche, and represents man the lover, the planner, the dreamer, the executor. Nick’s rehearsal of copulation, using his hand as the stand in for the receptive partner in sex, could be his way of preparing himself for the many roles he will have to play (breadwinner, father, husband) when he leaves college and “grows up”.
Nick is sexually mature. At the very least, this kid is ready! On a subliminal level, his faux-masturbation informs the other guys in the shower that he is sexually active and successful.
Nick was flaccid during his entire time in the shower. He was confident enough in his size that he didn’t need to show off an erection. Boys with large penises are more likely to touch themselves in the shower, as Nick did, but also less likely to get hard. They may show sudden tumescence, however, if another kid comes into the shower and tries to “pre-empt” them with his own larger penis.
(see Reflections Of Beauty: A Chronicle Of College Boys)
Finally, the gentle confidence Nick showed in the way he manipulated his dork tells me that he’s affectionate and thoughtful in bed. I can imagine him as a good cuddler, who would enjoy spooning with his girlfriend by a roaring fireplace, gentle guitar solos playing on the speakers. Only after fifteen or twenty minutes of nuzzling would he take off his shirt and peel off his boxers. I can imagine the way his girlfriend would gape on seeing him hard! Even in his flaccid state, he made my eyes light up!
As a lover, I think Nick likes having sex standing up. Quick, shallow, decisive thrusts. I hope he finds a woman who loves his body half as much as I do!
I was very happy to see Nick from the front, but after my shower, I got a rear view of the boy, standing in front of his locker, toweling off. He had an objectively great ass! The dark crease between his butt cheeks was perfect. He seemed aware of his caboose, and wriggled it in a masculine teasing way while joking with his teammates.
Nick, you’re a specimen of wonder.
When I had almost finished getting dressed, the rest of the team arrived, to take their turn in the shower. The assistant coach, a Black man, was holding a big boom box and the new boys were hip-hop dancing. I loved watching these nineteen and twenty-year old soccer kids, these daredevils, still fully dressed (not for long!), their gangsta moves, their light bodies jumping through the air, their naughty, transgressive fun. They were irreverent, male and free. Thank you, my boys, my beautiful boys, for bringing so much joy into my life.
How do college boys behave naked? (horseplay, slang, homoerotic banter, blushing, intentional or unintentional erections etc.)
What does their behavior in the locker room tell us about their sex lives? (level of sexual activity, sexual orientation or different kinds of sex)
How does penis size affect a college boy’s sense of self? Do boys with different sized penises relate to their members in different ways?
There were some recent athletic events at my college and I was able to observe some boys with various endowments first hand.
About a month ago I saw two swimmers in the locker room, who, unusually for swimmers, did not participate in the towel dance. The first swimmer, a tall white kid with somewhat frizzy hair, opened and lifted his towel to dry off his hair, thus revealing a large uncut penis. His towel brushed against it a couple of times, thus eliciting a somewhat excited response, his penis lifted up its head for about thirty seconds before relaxing. He then finished drying off, and put on his boxers. One of his teammates had to scribble a note on some scratch paper, and so the tall boy offered his stomach as support. The second kid rested the looseleaf paper on the first boy’s stomach who had just hardened his abdominal muscles.
I speculate that this tall boy, an engineering major, enjoys foreplay- including stroking, licking, fondling- both giving and receiving. During copulatory sex I think he tends towards a gentle, even rhythm and can hold out for an extended time.
His teammate, a slight boy with a perfectly smooth chest, opened his towel and I saw he had already removed his speedo. He had a small, circumcised penis, especially compared with his teammate. It was somewhat pointed. I noticed the tall boy was more comfortable showing his penis than his shorter, less fortunate teammate. The second boy might feel a little humiliated over being both short and also having a small penis. He might, however, be a grower. Perhaps someone can start a separate thread on the benefits of having a small penis? Do boys with smaller penises point upwards at a sharper angle when erect? Do they have more control during sex? Are there humiliation games women can play with men with smaller dongs?
On a similar note, I once noticed a tall visiting basketball player (lanky, curly hair, great on the court) in the shower, with a lot of abdominal hair but with a small penis. I wonder if there is an extra humiliation factor in being tall, athletic and hirsute, but having a small penis? As a personal aside, I like seeing college boys with different sized penises. I think small penises are interesting in their own way. I like the dynamic between boys with big penises and those with small, cherubic ones. Even though this kid had just a small “dinky winky” I still enjoyed it. I still wanted to touch it.
Over the summer, our school played an intense soccer match with a team from Wisconsin. I’d like to focus on three of the players on the visiting team, because their bodies have a lot to teach us.
I was shaving when the shower filled up with the visiting soccer players. They were obviously comfortable with communal showers because they removed their towels upon entering, with a nonchalant attitude, even some flair, revealing their smooth, toned bodies. Great tan lines. Lots of boys with a gentle s-curve in their spine, lots of voluptuous hard butts. Great abs. They all smiled and clowned around in the shower. One boy (a handsome dirty-blond, bronzed skin, with the beginnings of some serious chest hair) paused in the doorway and whistled salaciously (whoo-WHOOO) before entering and dropping his towel.
The boy next to me, Blake, is turning nineteen this month! He’s five foot one, and I got the sense that this slender little hunk isn’t done growing yet! I think he’s due soon for his last growth spurt! I learned recently that some men continue to grow in college and I think he’s one of them. Smooth chest and stomach, rock-hard butt, angular jaw, cloudy blue-grey eyes, gold chain around his neck. Showered with furtive little motions, like a bird. A baby bella mushroom cap dong. I wanted to link my hands around his chest, hoist him up by his armpits, and sodomize the stuffing out of him. I’d give him a nosebleed!
He reminded me of a boy I knew at summer camp, Sam. Sam and I were both junior counsellors at the YMCA camp in Maryland. Like most of us he always used to sleep wearing just his boxers. One day, he forgot to wake up early for his kitchen duties, so the meal manager, Susan (maybe twenty-eight years old), came into our cabin, full of half naked teenage boys and knelt by his bed. She placed her hand on his stomach and lay her head on his chest. He still didn’t stir, so she stroked him from his navel to his collarbone. The kid woke up with a start and said, “Oh, I’m sorry!” And Susan just laughed and ruffled his hair.
I think because Blake still looks like a kid, he might try extra hard to prove his manhood during sex. I can imagine him placing his finger over his partner’s lips, and reassuring them, even if they weren’t nervous, saying something like “Hey- it’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna be gentle.”
Promises, promises, Blake!
Another boy, Blair, also a freshman, entered and took the shower at the other end of the room. He was tall, blond, with some adorable baby fat on his hips and buttocks. Blair was strong, muscular, but with some post-adolescent jello on his body. It somehow heightened his sex appeal for me. He had a squeaky voice and articulated a lot with his hands. He got a semi erection towards the beginning of his shower which lasted a couple of minutes. I don’t think it was sexual, it was just college boy hormones kicking in.
His scrotum did not retract during his period of arousal, his testicles remained loose.
His penis, whether relaxed or semi erect was thicker at the tip than at the base, like a cudgel. He is only eighteen years old, but is sexually an adult. His penis's size, girth and club-like shape made it look almost intimidating; it was out of sync with the rest of his body.
From his intonation I got the sense he might possibly be gay. I thought, unprofessionally, that I’d like to pound his ass to Byzantium! And I’d be more than happy to bottom for him. For all the gelatin in his hips and butt, and his scratchy voice, there is one part of this kid that is “all man”. He might not know how to use it properly yet but that’s okay. Practice makes perfect, Blair.
A third kid, Nick (6’2’’, 180 lbs. 20 years old), entered the room and chose the middle stall, but did not close the curtain. He had dark short hair, a muscly, sporadically hairy chest which added to his boyish beauty, and delicate, thoughtful features. A bronzed face and arms but quite pale elsewhere. I guess he doesn’t sunbathe much.
My eyes went straight to his groin- holy hell-
What a SHLONG!
Sorry for losing my cool.
Ladies, our twenty year old college Goalie is packing serious heat. His circumcised dork clocks in between “very large” and “wow” with the needle pointing slightly to the latter. An elegant, somewhat triangular head, that just barely reached below his balls.
His family jewels rivaled Blair’s!
I flushed on seeing his post-adolescent maleness.
As it was the middle stall, he was flanked on either side by his teammates, so that he almost looked like the centerpiece of a medieval triptych, a saint flanked by angels. But unlike the holy figures in traditional iconography, Nick was doing what no saint would.
He was playing with himself!
He had made a loose knot around his penis and let it slip through his fist. He did this three or four times. Then he made a tighter fist, but paused halfway up the shaft, causing the exposed part to list to the side! He looked at it for a couple seconds. Then he let his fist complete its circuit and let go. Then he rested his hand on his balls and propped up his penis with his thumb until it lay on his stomach. It covered his belly button!
Interestingly, he washed his penis once, but made it run the “fist-gauntlet” five or six times.
Talk about a post-game show!
What can we learn from Nick’s self-touching? I think there are several things we can observe.
First, no other age group touches themselves in the shower as much as college boys do. This is not surprising. I notice college boys on the train every day as I ride to work. What do they do? They listen to music on their bluetooths and they tap their feet and play an invisible drum kit. Older guys don’t tap at the air like that. It’s part of the exuberance of college boys. They have more testosterone in their system than older men have, and they also have not been crushed by the realities of life. They’re full of joy and exuberance. We notice that exuberance in sports, on the train, in the shower, and in bed.
By touching himself in his way, fondling the length of his (admittedly) long penis, Nick was also asserting his sexual identity. I support the “Me-too” movement, absolutely, as I also support gender equality. But perhaps the pendulum has swung too far in the opposite direction, and young men have come to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed by their natural sexual urges. Nick may have been saying, through his self-touching, “This is what I am, this is what makes me a man.”
Again, the penis is not just the instrument of sex. It is a symbol of the whole masculine psyche, and represents man the lover, the planner, the dreamer, the executor. Nick’s rehearsal of copulation, using his hand as the stand in for the receptive partner in sex, could be his way of preparing himself for the many roles he will have to play (breadwinner, father, husband) when he leaves college and “grows up”.
Nick is sexually mature. At the very least, this kid is ready! On a subliminal level, his faux-masturbation informs the other guys in the shower that he is sexually active and successful.
Nick was flaccid during his entire time in the shower. He was confident enough in his size that he didn’t need to show off an erection. Boys with large penises are more likely to touch themselves in the shower, as Nick did, but also less likely to get hard. They may show sudden tumescence, however, if another kid comes into the shower and tries to “pre-empt” them with his own larger penis.
(see Reflections Of Beauty: A Chronicle Of College Boys)
Finally, the gentle confidence Nick showed in the way he manipulated his dork tells me that he’s affectionate and thoughtful in bed. I can imagine him as a good cuddler, who would enjoy spooning with his girlfriend by a roaring fireplace, gentle guitar solos playing on the speakers. Only after fifteen or twenty minutes of nuzzling would he take off his shirt and peel off his boxers. I can imagine the way his girlfriend would gape on seeing him hard! Even in his flaccid state, he made my eyes light up!
As a lover, I think Nick likes having sex standing up. Quick, shallow, decisive thrusts. I hope he finds a woman who loves his body half as much as I do!
I was very happy to see Nick from the front, but after my shower, I got a rear view of the boy, standing in front of his locker, toweling off. He had an objectively great ass! The dark crease between his butt cheeks was perfect. He seemed aware of his caboose, and wriggled it in a masculine teasing way while joking with his teammates.
Nick, you’re a specimen of wonder.
When I had almost finished getting dressed, the rest of the team arrived, to take their turn in the shower. The assistant coach, a Black man, was holding a big boom box and the new boys were hip-hop dancing. I loved watching these nineteen and twenty-year old soccer kids, these daredevils, still fully dressed (not for long!), their gangsta moves, their light bodies jumping through the air, their naughty, transgressive fun. They were irreverent, male and free. Thank you, my boys, my beautiful boys, for bringing so much joy into my life.
Damn, did you get hard at all seeing that great ass of his? It’s the men like Nick, dominant and confident that I most strongly desire to stick my cock up their tight asses and make them submit to me. On top of that he’s got a great ass too? Not sure he’s not leaving that showerwithout my seed in his ass.
To me, each college boy has a unique resonance, a unique way of seeing the world. When I talk to college boys, I try to see the world through their eyes, and identify with their experiences. It’s not enough just to appreciate them as physical beings; I try to see what makes them tick, what their hopes are. Sympathetic listening is an important part of my interaction with college boys.
I was sitting in the sauna one day, when three college boys came in. One was Latino, the other two were white. All three of them were muscular, humble and shy. They spoke to each other in quiet voices. The boy closest to me, Jay, was especially chiseled, with biceps that were literally bulging. I wanted to make a fist around them and feel their solidity. He had great abs, and a little hair just above his navel. His towel was positioned so that it dangled precariously over his left thigh, barely covering his genital region. He had dark hair, little ears, clean shaven.
One of the boys asked Jay if he was hot, because he was wearing a big pair of earphones in the sauna. Jay told him that he wanted to sweat more, and the earphones helped with that.
I asked them all what sports they had played in high school. The Latino boy said he played tennis, and the other white boy said he played football in college before he got injured.
Jay told me told me used to play football, but that was “way back when.” I laughed and asked him how old he was. He told me he was eighteen.
“You don’t have a way back when! I do, but I’m three times your age!” I said.
He breathed in and said, “Okay, last year!” with a smile.
For an eighteen-year old, a year is an eternity.
I could tell he enjoyed the attention.
He told me that in high school, he played baseball, wrestling and football but he liked football the most, with wrestling a close second. He told me he got a concussion while wrestling as a junior and had to stop.
One of the boys said that he hadn’t seen Jay at rugby practice, and Jay said he was totally dead from school, he was buried in work.
I wanted to bury him with kisses.
I saw the two other boys after their shower. They were both towel dancers, but I saw from the impression the Latino boy’s shlong made against the towel that he was more than halfway hard. The other white kid had great, firm butt cheeks but I didn’t see his penis.
Jay lingered in the sauna a little while longer, and made his way back to his locker after a brief shower. I saw he hadn’t dried off yet. I wanted to trace patterns with the water droplets on his chest. He opened his towel and dried off his hair quite roughly. His circumcised jolly rancher was on the small side, but it was a pretty one, floppy with a cute little head. His testicles were small too, but firm and well-shaped. After drying his hair, his groin was next. He made a vise with his towel and put his ding-a-ling in the middle of it and turned it around. Three or four turns to the right. He grimaced as he did this, he clenched his teeth and made a face.
I think he was trying not to get erect, but was unsuccessful. His dork perked up a little, until it was parallel to the floor. I saw the boy was neither a shower nor a grower. It was a humble little Ricky, just like the boy it was attached to. But he had a great body. And it takes an extra dose of courage for a boy to show off a smaller penis. I could see Jay wasn’t afraid of judgement. He was inwardly strong, as well as outwardly ripped. And as I said, his penis was a pretty one. If I see larger ones every day, I still admired his, and I wanted to stroke it.
And at eighteen years old, he might have another growth spurt left.
After drying off his beautiful, toned body, the kid did something interesting. He didn’t seem to wear any boxers! He just pulled on his sweatpants. He might have kept his underwear in his pants, but I don’t think so. His sweats were a little too big for him. They might be hand me downs. He put them on awkwardly, almost stumbling after putting one leg in.
I like the idea of college kids going commando.
The boy might be poor, which makes his physical determination all the more impressive. He put on his dark grey hoodie next. It was also a little too big, and then he put on his black winter cap and his big pair of headphones, which made his head look small. No jacket.
I saw him as he was walking out of the lobby. He walked with his toes pointed out, he kind of swayed from side to side, he had a clumsy stride. Maybe he’s injured, or maybe just tired. I think he has some older brothers, and he’s the youngest child in the family. The runt. But a very handsome one. Strangely enough, it was when he was fully dressed that I felt the strongest attraction to him. I wanted to explore his tight, compact body through his oversized streetwear.
I wanted to take him to one of the private, family locker rooms and pound his ass to next Friday.
I always like seeing college guys fully dressed after seeing them naked. It’s like a double thrill. Everyone sees them in their trendy (or in Jay’s case not-so-trendy) swag, but I’ve seen them without any of it, in their pristine beauty. It’s like they’ve shared a privileged confidence with me, their secret masculinity.
If I had to speculate on his sexual behavior, I’d guess he’s not very experienced. I think he’s reserved and nervous in bed. He might get some confidence from his jacked body, but also some insecurity from having a smaller penis. But the fact that he’s not rich, that he wears his brothers’ old clothing and he’s a little shy and uncoordinated might translate to extra self-awareness in bed. I think he’s an honest lover. He might ask his partner to guide his hands during foreplay. Also, he might let his partner rub her hands over his chiseled body for a long time before getting ready for penetrative sex. I think he tends to go a little too fast, almost panicking, so his partner might have to tell him to slow down and take it easy, just to enjoy the moment. I’m sure he makes his woman shine.
Whatever his so-called “limitations”, Jay can deliver the mail.
Next week (hopefully) a slender freshman with a sparkling personality and an uncut giant sloth between his thighs and a frat boy discusses his first time (in a laundry room!)
I was sitting in the sauna one day, when three college boys came in. One was Latino, the other two were white. All three of them were muscular, humble and shy. They spoke to each other in quiet voices. The boy closest to me, Jay, was especially chiseled, with biceps that were literally bulging. I wanted to make a fist around them and feel their solidity. He had great abs, and a little hair just above his navel. His towel was positioned so that it dangled precariously over his left thigh, barely covering his genital region. He had dark hair, little ears, clean shaven.
One of the boys asked Jay if he was hot, because he was wearing a big pair of earphones in the sauna. Jay told him that he wanted to sweat more, and the earphones helped with that.
I asked them all what sports they had played in high school. The Latino boy said he played tennis, and the other white boy said he played football in college before he got injured.
Jay told me told me used to play football, but that was “way back when.” I laughed and asked him how old he was. He told me he was eighteen.
“You don’t have a way back when! I do, but I’m three times your age!” I said.
He breathed in and said, “Okay, last year!” with a smile.
For an eighteen-year old, a year is an eternity.
I could tell he enjoyed the attention.
He told me that in high school, he played baseball, wrestling and football but he liked football the most, with wrestling a close second. He told me he got a concussion while wrestling as a junior and had to stop.
One of the boys said that he hadn’t seen Jay at rugby practice, and Jay said he was totally dead from school, he was buried in work.
I wanted to bury him with kisses.
I saw the two other boys after their shower. They were both towel dancers, but I saw from the impression the Latino boy’s shlong made against the towel that he was more than halfway hard. The other white kid had great, firm butt cheeks but I didn’t see his penis.
Jay lingered in the sauna a little while longer, and made his way back to his locker after a brief shower. I saw he hadn’t dried off yet. I wanted to trace patterns with the water droplets on his chest. He opened his towel and dried off his hair quite roughly. His circumcised jolly rancher was on the small side, but it was a pretty one, floppy with a cute little head. His testicles were small too, but firm and well-shaped. After drying his hair, his groin was next. He made a vise with his towel and put his ding-a-ling in the middle of it and turned it around. Three or four turns to the right. He grimaced as he did this, he clenched his teeth and made a face.
I think he was trying not to get erect, but was unsuccessful. His dork perked up a little, until it was parallel to the floor. I saw the boy was neither a shower nor a grower. It was a humble little Ricky, just like the boy it was attached to. But he had a great body. And it takes an extra dose of courage for a boy to show off a smaller penis. I could see Jay wasn’t afraid of judgement. He was inwardly strong, as well as outwardly ripped. And as I said, his penis was a pretty one. If I see larger ones every day, I still admired his, and I wanted to stroke it.
And at eighteen years old, he might have another growth spurt left.
After drying off his beautiful, toned body, the kid did something interesting. He didn’t seem to wear any boxers! He just pulled on his sweatpants. He might have kept his underwear in his pants, but I don’t think so. His sweats were a little too big for him. They might be hand me downs. He put them on awkwardly, almost stumbling after putting one leg in.
I like the idea of college kids going commando.
The boy might be poor, which makes his physical determination all the more impressive. He put on his dark grey hoodie next. It was also a little too big, and then he put on his black winter cap and his big pair of headphones, which made his head look small. No jacket.
I saw him as he was walking out of the lobby. He walked with his toes pointed out, he kind of swayed from side to side, he had a clumsy stride. Maybe he’s injured, or maybe just tired. I think he has some older brothers, and he’s the youngest child in the family. The runt. But a very handsome one. Strangely enough, it was when he was fully dressed that I felt the strongest attraction to him. I wanted to explore his tight, compact body through his oversized streetwear.
I wanted to take him to one of the private, family locker rooms and pound his ass to next Friday.
I always like seeing college guys fully dressed after seeing them naked. It’s like a double thrill. Everyone sees them in their trendy (or in Jay’s case not-so-trendy) swag, but I’ve seen them without any of it, in their pristine beauty. It’s like they’ve shared a privileged confidence with me, their secret masculinity.
If I had to speculate on his sexual behavior, I’d guess he’s not very experienced. I think he’s reserved and nervous in bed. He might get some confidence from his jacked body, but also some insecurity from having a smaller penis. But the fact that he’s not rich, that he wears his brothers’ old clothing and he’s a little shy and uncoordinated might translate to extra self-awareness in bed. I think he’s an honest lover. He might ask his partner to guide his hands during foreplay. Also, he might let his partner rub her hands over his chiseled body for a long time before getting ready for penetrative sex. I think he tends to go a little too fast, almost panicking, so his partner might have to tell him to slow down and take it easy, just to enjoy the moment. I’m sure he makes his woman shine.
Whatever his so-called “limitations”, Jay can deliver the mail.
Next week (hopefully) a slender freshman with a sparkling personality and an uncut giant sloth between his thighs and a frat boy discusses his first time (in a laundry room!)
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A LOT of thoughtfulness--enjoyed reading your inspired bio on Jay: 'jolly rancher'? hahahaha cute--
When I was a freshman in college, it amazed me seeing my dorm mates naked in our open shower room and how “free” they seemed to be. Many didn’t seem to have any qualms being naked, and initially I didn’t know why. As I got to know them, it was apparent that those who tended to be in sports were definitely more comfortable. It’s like a light bulb went on…they are used to this. Seems obvious, but to me, it took a while to figure out. They were confident, unabashed. Seeing each other too over and over made it feel comfortable. What also surprised me was how many guys would be at half mast. I knew why I was; looking at their beautiful bodies was a constant struggle to not be fully hard. But what about everyone else? Were we just all so sensitive that a slight touch to our dicks would induce arousal? Were we just still having partial morning erections? Being on an all male floor, did we lose more inhibitions since it was just us guys? Even the occasional erection from anyone would elicit pointing and laughter but with fun and not embarrassment. What a time of learning for me.
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In my town (not unusual I don't think, for Midwest, anyway) we all got used to seeing each other's bodies since Junior High Phy Ed. As for all-male dorms, what it did for me was give ample opportunity for sucking LOTS of dicks--can't believe to this day what I got away with!
College boys and the joys of voyeurism
For the past twenty years I’ve been working at a local college, in a variety of capacities- adjunct (very!) professor, tutor, and cafeteria attendant. Even after two decades, I’m as fascinated by the bodies and psychologies of college-aged boys as when I first started. I think the technical term for college guys is “emerging adults”. In the cafeteria, I hear these kids wrestle with the weightiest problems of “the real world”, pronouncing their judgments with as much conviction and eloquence as any “Dateline” news anchor. In the shower, I trace the slow evolution of their manhood in their ripening bodies.
To put it baldly: I enjoy seeing naked college boys. There are many reasons for this. Maybe the most important one is that I’m interested in observing post-adolescent boys in the late stages of puberty. College boys are studies in contrasts. Diffident and friendly, college guys are kindhearted oafs always ready with a crooked smile, a high five, a sudden tight hug. But when they are naked, you see their future achievements in their young adult bodies, ready to burst forth into the world like the spouting of a whale. They may not be ready for a serious lifelong relationship, or be able to articulate their world-view in a coherent manner. But they are persuasively adults when nude.
Yesterday I saw a college kid, maybe a first year, drop his drawers right in front of me while changing into his speedo. He was a slender boy, somewhat suntanned, with bushy eyebrows and gentle eyes. He apparently thought that keeping his t-shirt on would be enough to cover his privates. Wrong! He showed his impressive pair of balls as well as his anxious, semi-erect penis very nicely. It was a pretty big one. I don’t think he’s that sexually active, but he’s going to make a woman pretty damn happy with that thing one day. The head was circumcised and fully exposed, and like the rest of the penis, was somewhat elongated with arousal.
I don't know your name, son, but I love you.
After teasing his speedo up and around his dork, he glanced up at me and gave me an inquisitive look, as if to say, “Hey, what’s up man?” I wanted to tell him that what was “up” was his sex drive, and his nodding manhood. And for me, ditto.
The same night I also saw a Latino grad student, muscular and hirsute, with a BIG uncircumcised ding-a-ling, as well as a recently graduated high school swimmer, a ginger, who joked and talked to his friends while he teasingly peeled down the back of his speedo. Michelangelo could not have sculpted a finer ass.
I’m just picking this first boy as representational and quintessential of my experience with college boys for several reasons:
1. The fact of the striking contrast between his boyish features, his light, feathery body and his mature adult penis.
2. The fact that he had a semi-erection.
3. The fact that he made only a half-hearted attempt to hide his nudity (by keeping his shirt on).
4. The fact that he made communicative eye-contact with me (think of the pack mentality of college boys: their friendliness, their need for affirmation, their respect for older men)
5. The fact that seeing him naked made me fantasize about his sexual activity.
In a future essay, I want to examine what happens when a college boy breaks down the fourth wall. That is, how do college boys respond on the rare occasions when they realise that they are objects of my delighted fascination? They tend to respond in one of three ways:
1. Confusion and dismay.
2. Amusement.
3. Arousal.
For the past twenty years I’ve been working at a local college, in a variety of capacities- adjunct (very!) professor, tutor, and cafeteria attendant. Even after two decades, I’m as fascinated by the bodies and psychologies of college-aged boys as when I first started. I think the technical term for college guys is “emerging adults”. In the cafeteria, I hear these kids wrestle with the weightiest problems of “the real world”, pronouncing their judgments with as much conviction and eloquence as any “Dateline” news anchor. In the shower, I trace the slow evolution of their manhood in their ripening bodies.
To put it baldly: I enjoy seeing naked college boys. There are many reasons for this. Maybe the most important one is that I’m interested in observing post-adolescent boys in the late stages of puberty. College boys are studies in contrasts. Diffident and friendly, college guys are kindhearted oafs always ready with a crooked smile, a high five, a sudden tight hug. But when they are naked, you see their future achievements in their young adult bodies, ready to burst forth into the world like the spouting of a whale. They may not be ready for a serious lifelong relationship, or be able to articulate their world-view in a coherent manner. But they are persuasively adults when nude.
Yesterday I saw a college kid, maybe a first year, drop his drawers right in front of me while changing into his speedo. He was a slender boy, somewhat suntanned, with bushy eyebrows and gentle eyes. He apparently thought that keeping his t-shirt on would be enough to cover his privates. Wrong! He showed his impressive pair of balls as well as his anxious, semi-erect penis very nicely. It was a pretty big one. I don’t think he’s that sexually active, but he’s going to make a woman pretty damn happy with that thing one day. The head was circumcised and fully exposed, and like the rest of the penis, was somewhat elongated with arousal.
I don't know your name, son, but I love you.
After teasing his speedo up and around his dork, he glanced up at me and gave me an inquisitive look, as if to say, “Hey, what’s up man?” I wanted to tell him that what was “up” was his sex drive, and his nodding manhood. And for me, ditto.
The same night I also saw a Latino grad student, muscular and hirsute, with a BIG uncircumcised ding-a-ling, as well as a recently graduated high school swimmer, a ginger, who joked and talked to his friends while he teasingly peeled down the back of his speedo. Michelangelo could not have sculpted a finer ass.
I’m just picking this first boy as representational and quintessential of my experience with college boys for several reasons:
1. The fact of the striking contrast between his boyish features, his light, feathery body and his mature adult penis.
2. The fact that he had a semi-erection.
3. The fact that he made only a half-hearted attempt to hide his nudity (by keeping his shirt on).
4. The fact that he made communicative eye-contact with me (think of the pack mentality of college boys: their friendliness, their need for affirmation, their respect for older men)
5. The fact that seeing him naked made me fantasize about his sexual activity.
In a future essay, I want to examine what happens when a college boy breaks down the fourth wall. That is, how do college boys respond on the rare occasions when they realise that they are objects of my delighted fascination? They tend to respond in one of three ways:
1. Confusion and dismay.
2. Amusement.
3. Arousal.
How college boys express their new adulthood in a locker room setting:
I’m interested in how post-adolescent college boys attempt to demonstrate their “adulthood” in a locker room setting. I will try to keep my tone professional and clinical. Any private thoughts, humorous asides and fantasies will be indicated by brackets eg. [ ]
One way college kids assert their adulthood is through defying the contemporary taboo on male nudity, in any environment, by walking to and from the showers naked. I noticed this at the last college I worked at, which had stalled and curtained showers, along with a private, curtained drying area attached to each individual shower. There were some boys who insisted on walking to and from the showers completely naked, regardless of the fact that the social expectation was for them to cover up at all times, and to dry off and change in the designated drying areas.
I remember one young man, probably a nineteen-year-old sophomore, was using the crunch machine, which of course caused his shirt to shimmy up his torso, thus revealing the lower third of his abdomen. He had light red hair, and the exposed section of his (well-muscled) midriff was also covered in light-burgundy covered hair. He was a well-muscled but lean college kid.
[I have noticed that the presence of abdominal hair on a college boy increases my likelihood of entertaining sexual fantasies about him. This connects with the central erotic dichotomy of college boys: the immaturity of their thinking habits and the maturity of their bodies. On the emotional level, the dichotomy might read as their youthful, dramatic and inchoate sense of self as contrasted with their fully mature sexual urges.]
When I saw him in the locker room, he had completely stripped down. I saw that his entire stomach and chest were covered with the same shade of bright red hair. He had a large penis and scrotum.
[I got an erection which I endeavored to hide with my workout diary.]
He walked to the showers, unwrapped, holding his towel in his left hand. He had a little flair to his step, as if daring someone to challenge his right to be naked. A hairy, adorable little ass.
[His naked body made me speculate about how he might behave as a sexual partner. I think his frankness, courage and honesty would result in very satisfying lovemaking for both himself and his girlfriend, assuming heterosexuality.]
He came back from the shower a few minutes later, still not endeavoring to cover his genitals, and dried off with slow, measured movements.
[I fantasized about engaging and receiving penetrative anal sex with him.]
To conclude, this young man proved his “adult” status by flouting contemporary fashion on locker room nudity. He asserted his right to think and express himself apart from the judgments of others. I also think he had at least a vestigial awareness of his delightful physique and its power to provoke an easily predictable response. I am grateful to him for lending his beautiful body for our study.
I remember another young man, Dane, whom I met last year while he was lifeguarding. Dane had long blond hair which he kept in a tight bun. He had green eyes, an angular nose and hairy legs. He tended to dangle his feet and shake them. He may have trouble sitting still as he fidgeted a lot.
We spoke for a little while as I was getting ready to swim. [It takes me longer than most people since I have to put cotton balls in my ears, and then ear plugs]
I found out that he was a high school senior and had turned eighteen just six weeks previous. He told me he was an avid skateboarder and had broken both his wrists, both his ankles and his collarbone at different times.
[I hope he breaks some more bones this summer so I can nurse him back to health. Sponge baths should do the trick.]
I asked Dane how he was spending his senior year and he said he had been looking at different colleges and had found one in Colorado that had a great view of the Rockies, and also had a great cafeteria. He told me he needed a school with good food.
I inferred from this that Dane is something of a “Mama’s boy” and is used to homecooked meals.
I gave him the same advice that I give to all college boys- do lots of drugs and become a baby daddy!
He said, “I’m gonna go get twenty women pregnant right now and do so much cocaine my nostrils will clog up!” he said with exuberance, shaking his bare feet for emphasis.
I did my laps for about half an hour. Upon finishing, I waved at my new lifeguard friend and went to take a shower. It was two o’clock by then, so I knew Dane’s shift was over, and sure enough he entered the locker room just as I was lathering up. He took the band out of his hair and it fell around his shoulders. He got undressed and walked over to the showers modestly wrapped in his towel. He chose one of the stalls. I was using one of the Bradley poles.
He dropped his towel before entering the stall.
Dane had (and no doubt has) one of the best young adult rears I have ever seen. His butt cheeks were firm and beautiful, and pressed so close together I had trouble seeing his crease!
[I imagined my penis probing those steep curves, looking for the pass to go between them]
Then he turned a little sidewise to hang his towel on the door of the stall and I saw his eighteen-year-old shlong. It was circumcised and totally flaccid, with a charming little fish-hook towards the end that made it look down.
[I wanted to stroke it, especially the little notch in his shaft that gave his penis its funny tilt]
Then he closed the door of the stall.
But only for a minute! He soon opened the stall and showered with the door open, standing just at the very end of the showers’ range, well outside the cubicle. He turned in my direction, and he placed his right hand a few inches in front of his penis, as if that would hide it from view!
His strategy didn’t hide it at all because he changed his position quite often but didn’t change the position of his hand.
I noticed his ding-a-ling had lost its initial shyness and was now at its full flaccid length. It was longer, and it had also lost its little crookedness! It was just a typical young adult penis.
I started to get an erection, so I left Dane to his business and went and got changed. When I saw him a few minutes later, he was wrapped in his towel, and combing his long blond hair, which he was teasing back into its little bun.
I haven’t seen him this year, so maybe he’s at college, enjoying the view and the “great” cafeteria food (go figure).
Dane, an eighteen year old, exuberant skater boy, attempted to model adult behavior in a couple different ways in the shower:
First, he noticed an older man showering in the open, so he dropped his towel to show that he is also a mature man who is comfortable in the nude.
Second, he placed his hand in front of his penis not out of shyness but as a social courtesy.
I’d like to conclude by going a little off track- for the simple reason that Dane presents an especially fertile specimen for us to predict his likely sexual behavior. I’ll drop the brackets now!
Let’s list some of the facts about Dane:
He’s a “mama’s boy”
He’s not afraid to be naked around strangers
He’s exuberant and restless
He has long hair
He has an unusually hooked penis
The fact that he’s a “mama’s boy” means that Dane is probably a good listener, is loyal, and has a high degree of trust. Also, when we throw in the fact that he’s a skater, we can see that he probably has a long-suffering mother who has had to pick him up and take him to the emergency room after his latest collision with a telephone pole. So, he’s not afraid to experiment and try new things.
How might this translate into his bedroom manner? I think it might lead him to be playful and whimsical with his partner. The unconditional love he received from his mom might translate into a willingness to be a little charming or silly with his partner. He might press his erection to his partner’s lip or ear, for example, or pinch her arms and legs. And his long hair indicates he’s somewhat in touch with his feminine side. He would be patient with his lover, and would let her satisfy her curiosity about his anatomy by cupping his testicles in her hand or stroking the underside of his glans, the tender frenulum.
I think his penis, which has a hunchback when fully flaccid, hovers near his navel when fully erect. So, that could also make for interesting sexual possibilities.
Dane is a gentle kid, for all his hijinks and tough guy exclamations. But when it comes time for penetrative sex, I think he has a natural understanding of what most women want: a dominant male. He’s not afraid to be naked, which means he’s not afraid to be a MAN. And his natural exuberance and restlessness might make for some intensely rhythmic lovemaking! Sexual intercourse is one of the last activities where men are allowed to be men, powerful and assertive. I’m confident Dane would make a good lover.
But his girlfriend should understand if he reaches for his skateboard at the moment of climax!
I’m interested in how post-adolescent college boys attempt to demonstrate their “adulthood” in a locker room setting. I will try to keep my tone professional and clinical. Any private thoughts, humorous asides and fantasies will be indicated by brackets eg. [ ]
One way college kids assert their adulthood is through defying the contemporary taboo on male nudity, in any environment, by walking to and from the showers naked. I noticed this at the last college I worked at, which had stalled and curtained showers, along with a private, curtained drying area attached to each individual shower. There were some boys who insisted on walking to and from the showers completely naked, regardless of the fact that the social expectation was for them to cover up at all times, and to dry off and change in the designated drying areas.
I remember one young man, probably a nineteen-year-old sophomore, was using the crunch machine, which of course caused his shirt to shimmy up his torso, thus revealing the lower third of his abdomen. He had light red hair, and the exposed section of his (well-muscled) midriff was also covered in light-burgundy covered hair. He was a well-muscled but lean college kid.
[I have noticed that the presence of abdominal hair on a college boy increases my likelihood of entertaining sexual fantasies about him. This connects with the central erotic dichotomy of college boys: the immaturity of their thinking habits and the maturity of their bodies. On the emotional level, the dichotomy might read as their youthful, dramatic and inchoate sense of self as contrasted with their fully mature sexual urges.]
When I saw him in the locker room, he had completely stripped down. I saw that his entire stomach and chest were covered with the same shade of bright red hair. He had a large penis and scrotum.
[I got an erection which I endeavored to hide with my workout diary.]
He walked to the showers, unwrapped, holding his towel in his left hand. He had a little flair to his step, as if daring someone to challenge his right to be naked. A hairy, adorable little ass.
[His naked body made me speculate about how he might behave as a sexual partner. I think his frankness, courage and honesty would result in very satisfying lovemaking for both himself and his girlfriend, assuming heterosexuality.]
He came back from the shower a few minutes later, still not endeavoring to cover his genitals, and dried off with slow, measured movements.
[I fantasized about engaging and receiving penetrative anal sex with him.]
To conclude, this young man proved his “adult” status by flouting contemporary fashion on locker room nudity. He asserted his right to think and express himself apart from the judgments of others. I also think he had at least a vestigial awareness of his delightful physique and its power to provoke an easily predictable response. I am grateful to him for lending his beautiful body for our study.
I remember another young man, Dane, whom I met last year while he was lifeguarding. Dane had long blond hair which he kept in a tight bun. He had green eyes, an angular nose and hairy legs. He tended to dangle his feet and shake them. He may have trouble sitting still as he fidgeted a lot.
We spoke for a little while as I was getting ready to swim. [It takes me longer than most people since I have to put cotton balls in my ears, and then ear plugs]
I found out that he was a high school senior and had turned eighteen just six weeks previous. He told me he was an avid skateboarder and had broken both his wrists, both his ankles and his collarbone at different times.
[I hope he breaks some more bones this summer so I can nurse him back to health. Sponge baths should do the trick.]
I asked Dane how he was spending his senior year and he said he had been looking at different colleges and had found one in Colorado that had a great view of the Rockies, and also had a great cafeteria. He told me he needed a school with good food.
I inferred from this that Dane is something of a “Mama’s boy” and is used to homecooked meals.
I gave him the same advice that I give to all college boys- do lots of drugs and become a baby daddy!
He said, “I’m gonna go get twenty women pregnant right now and do so much cocaine my nostrils will clog up!” he said with exuberance, shaking his bare feet for emphasis.
I did my laps for about half an hour. Upon finishing, I waved at my new lifeguard friend and went to take a shower. It was two o’clock by then, so I knew Dane’s shift was over, and sure enough he entered the locker room just as I was lathering up. He took the band out of his hair and it fell around his shoulders. He got undressed and walked over to the showers modestly wrapped in his towel. He chose one of the stalls. I was using one of the Bradley poles.
He dropped his towel before entering the stall.
Dane had (and no doubt has) one of the best young adult rears I have ever seen. His butt cheeks were firm and beautiful, and pressed so close together I had trouble seeing his crease!
[I imagined my penis probing those steep curves, looking for the pass to go between them]
Then he turned a little sidewise to hang his towel on the door of the stall and I saw his eighteen-year-old shlong. It was circumcised and totally flaccid, with a charming little fish-hook towards the end that made it look down.
[I wanted to stroke it, especially the little notch in his shaft that gave his penis its funny tilt]
Then he closed the door of the stall.
But only for a minute! He soon opened the stall and showered with the door open, standing just at the very end of the showers’ range, well outside the cubicle. He turned in my direction, and he placed his right hand a few inches in front of his penis, as if that would hide it from view!
His strategy didn’t hide it at all because he changed his position quite often but didn’t change the position of his hand.
I noticed his ding-a-ling had lost its initial shyness and was now at its full flaccid length. It was longer, and it had also lost its little crookedness! It was just a typical young adult penis.
I started to get an erection, so I left Dane to his business and went and got changed. When I saw him a few minutes later, he was wrapped in his towel, and combing his long blond hair, which he was teasing back into its little bun.
I haven’t seen him this year, so maybe he’s at college, enjoying the view and the “great” cafeteria food (go figure).
Dane, an eighteen year old, exuberant skater boy, attempted to model adult behavior in a couple different ways in the shower:
First, he noticed an older man showering in the open, so he dropped his towel to show that he is also a mature man who is comfortable in the nude.
Second, he placed his hand in front of his penis not out of shyness but as a social courtesy.
I’d like to conclude by going a little off track- for the simple reason that Dane presents an especially fertile specimen for us to predict his likely sexual behavior. I’ll drop the brackets now!
Let’s list some of the facts about Dane:
He’s a “mama’s boy”
He’s not afraid to be naked around strangers
He’s exuberant and restless
He has long hair
He has an unusually hooked penis
The fact that he’s a “mama’s boy” means that Dane is probably a good listener, is loyal, and has a high degree of trust. Also, when we throw in the fact that he’s a skater, we can see that he probably has a long-suffering mother who has had to pick him up and take him to the emergency room after his latest collision with a telephone pole. So, he’s not afraid to experiment and try new things.
How might this translate into his bedroom manner? I think it might lead him to be playful and whimsical with his partner. The unconditional love he received from his mom might translate into a willingness to be a little charming or silly with his partner. He might press his erection to his partner’s lip or ear, for example, or pinch her arms and legs. And his long hair indicates he’s somewhat in touch with his feminine side. He would be patient with his lover, and would let her satisfy her curiosity about his anatomy by cupping his testicles in her hand or stroking the underside of his glans, the tender frenulum.
I think his penis, which has a hunchback when fully flaccid, hovers near his navel when fully erect. So, that could also make for interesting sexual possibilities.
Dane is a gentle kid, for all his hijinks and tough guy exclamations. But when it comes time for penetrative sex, I think he has a natural understanding of what most women want: a dominant male. He’s not afraid to be naked, which means he’s not afraid to be a MAN. And his natural exuberance and restlessness might make for some intensely rhythmic lovemaking! Sexual intercourse is one of the last activities where men are allowed to be men, powerful and assertive. I’m confident Dane would make a good lover.
But his girlfriend should understand if he reaches for his skateboard at the moment of climax!
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