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I tried to capture Dane's youthful spunk, the joy of the emerging adult.
If people find my interpretation of the emotional lives of college boys even intermittently persuasive, I am happy.
When I go through my mental index, the one labeled, “Favorite naked college boys”, I find I have color coded these young men. In other words, I remember them by the color of their towels, or boxer shorts, or some other accessory that had a bright or flashy color.
I remember a lanky tennis boy, perhaps a junior or senior, who walked around the locker room in a burgundy towel. He had a kind of ruby stud in his chin. He dropped his towel just before entering a stall and I saw his well-modeled butt cheeks. He took a shower, dried off in the stall and came back to his locker. I thought “well, he dried off in his stall so I’ll probably have to endure a towel dance.” But he laid his underwear and socks on the bench, and then dropped his towel. He paused for a second, looking down at something on the floor, although I thought at first he was admiring his own show-stopping member. It was a circumcised behemoth, with a somewhat triangular head. It got caught on the band of his boxers and did a little rope trick. Red is a fire color, the color of passion. So the little red stone in his chin and his choice of a red towel make me feel this guy likes sex.
The other day I saw a guy on the swim team, probably a first year, wearing a light green towel, balancing first on one foot, then the other, while texting. Finally he put both feet down but still shifted his weight and swayed from side to side, still tapping on his phone. I thought he was going to use the shower. I walked away for a couple minutes, and when I came back he was completely naked. His back was towards me, I loved his rear view. A smooth, hard butt.
He didn’t shower at all! He was going through his backpack and pulled out a pair of dark grey briefs. He turned around and I saw he had a lean body but a big dork. I love the fact that college boys are intermediate beings- no longer really boys, yet not fully men either.
Young people shouldn’t have access to guns, in my view, but this kid had a weapon between his legs that is more potent than any glock.
Light green is the color of innocence, but also of trees, nature, new life. This suggests that this kid is in touch with nature. He seemed like a quiet, reserved boy, but he knows sex is natural and is able to please his woman in a naturally assertive way.
The dark grey boxers tells me this boy also has a sense of drama, he might bring a sense of urgency and tension to the bedroom. Maybe he was raised in a religious family where sex was frowned upon. So being naked was his way of asserting his maleness and that it’s okay to be sexual. His light colored towel and his dark boxers might mean he’s able to embrace both the light and the dark.
He didn’t want to shower, but he wasn’t shy about being naked, either. Interesting.
Once I saw a dark-haired college boy pull off his bright blue boxers, the kind with buttons for a zipper, and his big fat penis popped out, along with his loose balls. He had a shy smile, as college boys often do when their beauty is exposed. His penis was flaccid, but engorged. I think he needed to jerk off. Whenever I see that shade of blue, I think of his giddy ding dong.
The other day, I saw a tall, blond kid, probably nineteen, in his sea colored towel, teal I should say. He faced away from me and dropped his towel. He had beautiful, full buttocks, and a nice crease. He had proprietary pride in his caboose. Some college boys are more comfortable being frontally naked than exposing their rear. There's something feminine about showing the buttocks. It is the receptive part in homosexual sex. I felt this young buck was inviting me to explore his masculine reserve. Son, you don't have to ask twice.
I enjoy college boys from the front, from the rear, from head to toe. I am the ocean. They are the semen.
I remember a lanky tennis boy, perhaps a junior or senior, who walked around the locker room in a burgundy towel. He had a kind of ruby stud in his chin. He dropped his towel just before entering a stall and I saw his well-modeled butt cheeks. He took a shower, dried off in the stall and came back to his locker. I thought “well, he dried off in his stall so I’ll probably have to endure a towel dance.” But he laid his underwear and socks on the bench, and then dropped his towel. He paused for a second, looking down at something on the floor, although I thought at first he was admiring his own show-stopping member. It was a circumcised behemoth, with a somewhat triangular head. It got caught on the band of his boxers and did a little rope trick. Red is a fire color, the color of passion. So the little red stone in his chin and his choice of a red towel make me feel this guy likes sex.
The other day I saw a guy on the swim team, probably a first year, wearing a light green towel, balancing first on one foot, then the other, while texting. Finally he put both feet down but still shifted his weight and swayed from side to side, still tapping on his phone. I thought he was going to use the shower. I walked away for a couple minutes, and when I came back he was completely naked. His back was towards me, I loved his rear view. A smooth, hard butt.
He didn’t shower at all! He was going through his backpack and pulled out a pair of dark grey briefs. He turned around and I saw he had a lean body but a big dork. I love the fact that college boys are intermediate beings- no longer really boys, yet not fully men either.
Young people shouldn’t have access to guns, in my view, but this kid had a weapon between his legs that is more potent than any glock.
Light green is the color of innocence, but also of trees, nature, new life. This suggests that this kid is in touch with nature. He seemed like a quiet, reserved boy, but he knows sex is natural and is able to please his woman in a naturally assertive way.
The dark grey boxers tells me this boy also has a sense of drama, he might bring a sense of urgency and tension to the bedroom. Maybe he was raised in a religious family where sex was frowned upon. So being naked was his way of asserting his maleness and that it’s okay to be sexual. His light colored towel and his dark boxers might mean he’s able to embrace both the light and the dark.
He didn’t want to shower, but he wasn’t shy about being naked, either. Interesting.
Once I saw a dark-haired college boy pull off his bright blue boxers, the kind with buttons for a zipper, and his big fat penis popped out, along with his loose balls. He had a shy smile, as college boys often do when their beauty is exposed. His penis was flaccid, but engorged. I think he needed to jerk off. Whenever I see that shade of blue, I think of his giddy ding dong.
The other day, I saw a tall, blond kid, probably nineteen, in his sea colored towel, teal I should say. He faced away from me and dropped his towel. He had beautiful, full buttocks, and a nice crease. He had proprietary pride in his caboose. Some college boys are more comfortable being frontally naked than exposing their rear. There's something feminine about showing the buttocks. It is the receptive part in homosexual sex. I felt this young buck was inviting me to explore his masculine reserve. Son, you don't have to ask twice.
I enjoy college boys from the front, from the rear, from head to toe. I am the ocean. They are the semen.
College guys and the thoughtful voyeur
At a different phase of my life, I had to undergo a lot of plastic surgeries. I would wake up groggy in the recovery room, and the nurses would dangle my stuffed raccoon in front of my face, trying to bring me back to consciousness. For what it’s worth, I still sleep with a stuffed animal, a pale green monkey.
I remember after one particularly grueling surgery, I was intermittently dozing and drooling, not quite in one world or the other, and I was only vaguely aware of my surroundings. I was wearing a very loose fitting hospital gown, which had an opening at the groin. My penis poked out of the gown, groggy as I was. I gradually became aware of five or six nurses standing around me. One of the nurses bent down, put her thumb and forefinger on my penis and shook it.
“Ding a ling,” she said, as it tumbled from side to side. She had a southern accent.
I did not respond.
She let go, but then attached her fingers again and gave it another shake, slightly harder.
“Ding a ling,” she repeated.
This time, I sat up sharply and shifted my gown to hide my penis. The nurses were all smiling.
At the time, I felt embarrassed that I had lain there, more or less conscious, with my member exposed. The nurse was just trying to get me to cover up, in her own affectionate way.
In retrospect, I find the nurse’s use of the word “ding a ling” while dandling my penis interesting. Of course, ding a ling is the sound a bell makes, and that’s what my penis looked like. I am not heterosexual, so this is the only time a woman has ever fondled my penis. I am surprised that I derive satisfaction from the memory of it. This was a situation where I was much younger, was partially sedated from anesthesia, where the nurse had total control, and had other people to back her up. But I still enjoy the recollection.
To apply this analogy to my study of college boys, I can see the vast gulf in position, knowledge and privilege between me and them. I am financially independent. They are not. I am forty years older than the youngest of the boys, and have seen the world. I can draw on decades of experience and learning they cannot yet begin to grasp. Also, they are physically adult men, all having achieved at least eighteen years of age, but biology teaches us that young men’s brains continue evolving and do not reach a mature equilibrium until the age of twenty-five. Whereas I can draw on patient and rational thinking, college boys are often at the mercy of whim, passion and impulse. This makes them unpredictable in many situations, including the arena of sexual behavior. It is this arena, the battlefield slash lovemaking field of the bedroom, that I wish to study and understand. As I am unable to be a fly on the wall while they are sporting with their girlfriends, I have to be satisfied with what meager conclusions I am able to arrive at from their disposition and comportment in the locker room. As in the manor made of sheets and comforters, in the locker room too we see these boys naked, uninhibited, free. And as I enjoyed the loving attention of a professional woman, late in her career, I have encountered college boys who have responded to my adoration with flattered modesty.
Every poet must have his muse. Opium to Coleridge, and college boys to me.
At a different phase of my life, I had to undergo a lot of plastic surgeries. I would wake up groggy in the recovery room, and the nurses would dangle my stuffed raccoon in front of my face, trying to bring me back to consciousness. For what it’s worth, I still sleep with a stuffed animal, a pale green monkey.
I remember after one particularly grueling surgery, I was intermittently dozing and drooling, not quite in one world or the other, and I was only vaguely aware of my surroundings. I was wearing a very loose fitting hospital gown, which had an opening at the groin. My penis poked out of the gown, groggy as I was. I gradually became aware of five or six nurses standing around me. One of the nurses bent down, put her thumb and forefinger on my penis and shook it.
“Ding a ling,” she said, as it tumbled from side to side. She had a southern accent.
I did not respond.
She let go, but then attached her fingers again and gave it another shake, slightly harder.
“Ding a ling,” she repeated.
This time, I sat up sharply and shifted my gown to hide my penis. The nurses were all smiling.
At the time, I felt embarrassed that I had lain there, more or less conscious, with my member exposed. The nurse was just trying to get me to cover up, in her own affectionate way.
In retrospect, I find the nurse’s use of the word “ding a ling” while dandling my penis interesting. Of course, ding a ling is the sound a bell makes, and that’s what my penis looked like. I am not heterosexual, so this is the only time a woman has ever fondled my penis. I am surprised that I derive satisfaction from the memory of it. This was a situation where I was much younger, was partially sedated from anesthesia, where the nurse had total control, and had other people to back her up. But I still enjoy the recollection.
To apply this analogy to my study of college boys, I can see the vast gulf in position, knowledge and privilege between me and them. I am financially independent. They are not. I am forty years older than the youngest of the boys, and have seen the world. I can draw on decades of experience and learning they cannot yet begin to grasp. Also, they are physically adult men, all having achieved at least eighteen years of age, but biology teaches us that young men’s brains continue evolving and do not reach a mature equilibrium until the age of twenty-five. Whereas I can draw on patient and rational thinking, college boys are often at the mercy of whim, passion and impulse. This makes them unpredictable in many situations, including the arena of sexual behavior. It is this arena, the battlefield slash lovemaking field of the bedroom, that I wish to study and understand. As I am unable to be a fly on the wall while they are sporting with their girlfriends, I have to be satisfied with what meager conclusions I am able to arrive at from their disposition and comportment in the locker room. As in the manor made of sheets and comforters, in the locker room too we see these boys naked, uninhibited, free. And as I enjoyed the loving attention of a professional woman, late in her career, I have encountered college boys who have responded to my adoration with flattered modesty.
Every poet must have his muse. Opium to Coleridge, and college boys to me.
I just wanted to say that you don't have to be a college boy to have the attributes of a college boy. Today I took a shower with the assistant basketball coach. His name is Mark he's 47 years old- he is bald but he still has a boyish twinkle in his eye, exercises with great vigor and regularity and today was the first day that I got to see him completely naked. He took off his towel and I looked at his naked body with great affection. I saw that his chest and stomach were well-muscled and *covered* with fine dark hair.
I wanted to run my fingers down the central groove of his abdomen and I wanted to balance his testicles in my hands and I wanted to squeeze the head of his penis.
I would take him whichever way he chose.
If an older man is healthy and fit and still has that youthfulness in his eyes and spontaneous attitude towards life, and is sexually active, then to me he is still a college boy. This is because youth is a state of mind more than anything else, it is an attitude.
A few days ago I met an undergraduate student in the sauna and we had a long conversation. His name is Phillip. He was chilling with a bunch of his friends. I think he's Jewish, he’s from Long Island, he plays rugby. I learned later that he played soccer, lacrosse and did wrestling in high school. I noticed he was wearing his towel in a haphazard way, it was draped over his thigh so it wasn't really secure across his lap, just dangling across one thigh so it just barely covered his genitals. He had a brash New York accent.
I looked around the sauna enclosure and asked for everyone's name and they all told me but when I asked Philip his name he scowled at me and said “I'm thinking” and then a minute later he said his name was Phillip and he offered me his hand to shake.
This dark and handsome kid has one of the most chiseled and muscular physiques I have ever seen. A 19 year old specimen, just a ruggedly beautiful young man- absolutely wonderfully defined abs, great biceps and chest. At one point he lurched backwards against the wall and the towel came undone and his penis did a quick roll across his abdomen. It almost belongs to the stuff of legend. Usually I describe college boys’ schlongs as “beautiful” or “pretty” but his was so large it inspired awe and wonder, even fear, as to where it may or may not fit.
A few minutes later, he left the sauna, absolutely drenched in sweat, glistening like some kind of Mediterranean God, and of course just before getting up he leaned back and loosened his towel, but that caused his penis to do another sweep of his stomach.
I could tell he got pleasure from showing off his circumcised sperm whale.
I've noticed that shorter boys with large endowments tend to be drawn to weight training, weightlifting. Philip is definitely an example of a kid of somewhat shorter stature (5’10’’ 198 pounds of lean college boy muscle) with a very large penis who took up weightlifting to have some parity between his member and the rest of his physique.
(It’s funny- I saw on one of his tik videos where he learned he had been admitted to this College and he gave his dad a chest bump!)
I saw him a few minutes later by his locker. He was still wet from his shower and he dropped his towel. He was talking to his friend. I noticed that he had such a chiseled ass, just a wonderful, wonderful ass.
I was happy to see his butt, it gave me a better sense of his sexual nature.
I also noticed as he was talking to his friend that his penis was more modest. It was not the same length as in the sauna. He didn't know some of the guys in the sauna so he wanted to show off his credentials but with his friend who has known him since middle school he didn't feel the need to put on a show so he was more modest. But still a magnificent masculine instrument. He describes himself on Instagram as an “academic weapon” but we know where he keeps his REAL weapon!
I wondered how his dork would feel in my hand, how I might run my fingers over its head, how I would jiggle his balls. I imagined the bittersweet taste of his Port Washington semen. 2004 vintage- a good year.
On his Instagram account I saw a post where he's posing in a national park in front of a canyon holding a large stick. He said “Hey I found a special stick,” and all the comments were from girls who said things like “Well Philip you have a really long stick”, and he replied by saying “Yeah I agree.” So actually his circle of friends at least knows that he's exceptionally gifted in that department.
He posted another video where he asked all his female friends to go out with him but they all said no, so he started crying, but then all his male friends said yes. Maybe this guy already has some male on male experience.
He’s a New Yorker, he’s macho, he’s built, but I also read in his profile that he does a lot of volunteer work with the mentally disabled so that shows me he’s sensitive and caring, and I think that would translate to a very tender manner under the covers. He has the wisdom to use his inborn athletic abilities in a thoughtful way. He has a big dick but also a big heart.
BUT WHAT A BODY!!!
TWO THUMBS UP!!!
YOWZA!!!
I wanted to run my fingers down the central groove of his abdomen and I wanted to balance his testicles in my hands and I wanted to squeeze the head of his penis.
I would take him whichever way he chose.
If an older man is healthy and fit and still has that youthfulness in his eyes and spontaneous attitude towards life, and is sexually active, then to me he is still a college boy. This is because youth is a state of mind more than anything else, it is an attitude.
A few days ago I met an undergraduate student in the sauna and we had a long conversation. His name is Phillip. He was chilling with a bunch of his friends. I think he's Jewish, he’s from Long Island, he plays rugby. I learned later that he played soccer, lacrosse and did wrestling in high school. I noticed he was wearing his towel in a haphazard way, it was draped over his thigh so it wasn't really secure across his lap, just dangling across one thigh so it just barely covered his genitals. He had a brash New York accent.
I looked around the sauna enclosure and asked for everyone's name and they all told me but when I asked Philip his name he scowled at me and said “I'm thinking” and then a minute later he said his name was Phillip and he offered me his hand to shake.
This dark and handsome kid has one of the most chiseled and muscular physiques I have ever seen. A 19 year old specimen, just a ruggedly beautiful young man- absolutely wonderfully defined abs, great biceps and chest. At one point he lurched backwards against the wall and the towel came undone and his penis did a quick roll across his abdomen. It almost belongs to the stuff of legend. Usually I describe college boys’ schlongs as “beautiful” or “pretty” but his was so large it inspired awe and wonder, even fear, as to where it may or may not fit.
A few minutes later, he left the sauna, absolutely drenched in sweat, glistening like some kind of Mediterranean God, and of course just before getting up he leaned back and loosened his towel, but that caused his penis to do another sweep of his stomach.
I could tell he got pleasure from showing off his circumcised sperm whale.
I've noticed that shorter boys with large endowments tend to be drawn to weight training, weightlifting. Philip is definitely an example of a kid of somewhat shorter stature (5’10’’ 198 pounds of lean college boy muscle) with a very large penis who took up weightlifting to have some parity between his member and the rest of his physique.
(It’s funny- I saw on one of his tik videos where he learned he had been admitted to this College and he gave his dad a chest bump!)
I saw him a few minutes later by his locker. He was still wet from his shower and he dropped his towel. He was talking to his friend. I noticed that he had such a chiseled ass, just a wonderful, wonderful ass.
I was happy to see his butt, it gave me a better sense of his sexual nature.
I also noticed as he was talking to his friend that his penis was more modest. It was not the same length as in the sauna. He didn't know some of the guys in the sauna so he wanted to show off his credentials but with his friend who has known him since middle school he didn't feel the need to put on a show so he was more modest. But still a magnificent masculine instrument. He describes himself on Instagram as an “academic weapon” but we know where he keeps his REAL weapon!
I wondered how his dork would feel in my hand, how I might run my fingers over its head, how I would jiggle his balls. I imagined the bittersweet taste of his Port Washington semen. 2004 vintage- a good year.
On his Instagram account I saw a post where he's posing in a national park in front of a canyon holding a large stick. He said “Hey I found a special stick,” and all the comments were from girls who said things like “Well Philip you have a really long stick”, and he replied by saying “Yeah I agree.” So actually his circle of friends at least knows that he's exceptionally gifted in that department.
He posted another video where he asked all his female friends to go out with him but they all said no, so he started crying, but then all his male friends said yes. Maybe this guy already has some male on male experience.
He’s a New Yorker, he’s macho, he’s built, but I also read in his profile that he does a lot of volunteer work with the mentally disabled so that shows me he’s sensitive and caring, and I think that would translate to a very tender manner under the covers. He has the wisdom to use his inborn athletic abilities in a thoughtful way. He has a big dick but also a big heart.
BUT WHAT A BODY!!!
TWO THUMBS UP!!!
YOWZA!!!
Sorry- trade secret : )
Ah, not a single like. PEOPLE!! These articles don't write themselves, and a little modest feedback would be appreciated. But seriously folks, you have to be sincere to your own truth. What other people think don't matter. I think this is one of my best essays. It deserves a humble bump. The first person to like my essay gets Philip's Instagram handle! (psyche)
I think my problem I have with you, is these over confident assumptions you make of these men (when you don’t really know them), and how overly predatory you come off when describing how these men would engage sexually (even including yourself, which is extremely uncomfortable). It’s almost strange given that you’re a homosexual who would largely be supportive of women (feminism), and would most likely chastise said men for expressing said comments publicly about women. It seems that homosexual men don’t think they need to follow the rules they impose on others, when they’re largely the ones who also like to morally grandstand.
You may think all of that was a mere assumption on my part, but Iets not pretend that you will disassociate yourself outside of the preferred norm. Especially when regarding political leanings or ideology. That said, I think for one your age (based on your writings, possibly 50s-60s?), you should be more aware of your wrongdoings and not act rather immaturely when discussing such topics. I get it…the human body fascinates you, and you certainly have a interest in men (a confirmed bachelor in older terms), the site itself a degens playground, but I will always be irritated by those who are apart of the herd who have these hyper moral standards (especially towards straight, white, males), when they themselves are quite comparable (despite the age gap).
However, you do seem quite nuanced, since you are aware of the modern negativity towards men, but still come off quite insulting by labeling with this generalization of men being “vulnerable”, that we essentially need to be coddled by our ‘betters’ (women). Am I to believe you’re not of that belief where women are the superior minded and we should follow their ideas and emotions as a prime example to maintain ‘human progress’? Because, that specific part definitely felt like that.
You may think I’m being quite overdramatic, or being too overly offended, but if you do have this overprotective nature towards men, then it should probably be best not to enable the bad habits that create ‘bad men’. Pornography being a major factor of what makes men lust towards women as not humans, but discarded objects for their pleasure. While the least confident (as you describe, by assuming) and unattractive, become the more predatory types that harm others due to their lack of female affection or various other social factors. Oh! I think I just realized another issue I have offensive, the whole daddy issues thing. Again, it just comes off rude and detached when it’s said this way. For all we know, they could have a lack of a father, loss their father, or even have a mentally ill father. Hell they could probably have combative situations with their mother. It’s not healthy to always assume men simply have problems with their fathers. Oh, and another complaint, this boy is now a man, or is not a man yet kind of thing, rather cringe in all honesty. Who are you to claim such a thing? That until someone affirms your personal problems, or your sexuality, then suddenly that “boy” finally becomes a “man”? That really ticked me off…
You probably do care about these men, but it seems your homosexual values take ahold of your logic, and you don’t realize how offensive you come off. How it can certainly seem quite hypocritical that you can speak this way about men, but largely your greater community would condemn men if they spoke this way about women (honestly most would assume the man was a psychopath). How you can make these broad assumptions over just observation (which is quite harmful if you’re going to engage with said people already with these assumptions). And it seems quite strange to also speak sexually about someone who has a mental illness (Asperger’s), and describing his social ineptness, and then correlating how he would function sexually in bed, which just comes off incredibly disgusting…The whole thing felt as if man or woman knew how childlike and easily manipulated autistic people are, therefore are willing to exploit them for pleasure or harm. Maybe your intentions were pure, but you do understand that it’s not a good look to include mental illness and sex within the same vicinity, unless it’s educational in context.
Just want to point out to the above poster, that Aspergers is a disorder, but it’s NOT a mental illness. There is a difference.
"Educational in context" fah!!
For someone who doesn't like my essays, you've sure read a lot of them!!
: )
Lemlucifer8888
Expert Member
I had a huge crush on this guy. Swimmer. An immaculately sculpted lean body and a Devine mind. He studied philosophy and despite his lack of attraction to me I wanted him so badly for his beauty and intellect. But of course he was straight. His name was Evante Asa Lih’Leni. In this story he will be Asa - as that name captures him well - better than is bros that called him “Ev”.
Asa and I were mutuals on Instagram. And I was happy to see the timid photos of his body, his hard earned reward from hours dedicated to the pool.
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I was extremely lucky that Asa seemed to tolerate me, even when he knew that I liked him too. He told me in longer, more thoughtful words, conveying a sense of contemplation about his own sexuality - that he was Ace. His words were : “I’m not attracted to bodies”. I was extremely unlucky it seemed, that bodies he did attract to were unfortunately all female. Maybe he was just being young and too sweet and too kind to tell me that, as he may have said around his hot swimmer buddies “I really only go for pussy”. He contained multitudes, I suspect.
However, I got lucky again my sophomore year when I ended up on floor full of testy athletes, which included the humble and pensive Asa. I got to see him, clad in a towel in the community style bathroom. I’d oggle his copper colored flesh in admiration and lust. I scanned his olive toned abs, arms, and pecs in their swimmer made perfection. We only ever said “Hi”.
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The climax and homoeroticism comes when he and I entered a male pageant for charity. We got to share a dressing room. I still ogled at him, wishing I had the courage to tell him he looked amazing. But someone else did.
“Bro Ev’s got like uh 32 pack”
I smiled internally, glad that the conversation shifted to something I was an expert in. Asa, Ev to his bros, seemed humble and smiled meekly, perhaps awkwardly. I thought it was cute that he shy about his ripped college swimmer body and astonishing number and definition of his cinnamon colored abdominals. Then it happened.
Another guy, perhaps another man who drooled at, admired and even more likely envied Asa’s copper washboard stomach , who knew the whims of straight bros, reached over and rubbed Asa’s abs barely hidden by or perhaps not even hidden by the shirt he pulled over them.
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I was in awe. I was extremely turned on by this display of eroticism that seemed so casual. I wish I could have hit pause, my mind to be a video camera. To rewind, hit pause… play… rewind. Because I cannot remember his face. The face of the other bros.
I hope his face conveyed excitement. But mild of course. Perhaps an eyebrow raised. Intrigue but moderate delight. Surprise then calm as he enjoyed the rare feeling of male to male contact. For me, I instantly wished Asa or one of his bro’s, perhaps the bro feeling him up had said “Yo Cart, man come feel Ev’s abs”
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I can play straight. I can pretend. I spent my life pretending. 19 years. If you’re straight know that sometimes the way you praise your buddy is erotic to us. But keep it up. Men accept such few ways to compliment each other in the way that women seem to do naturally.
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However, don’t feel wrong for turning to the quiet gay guy… the out gay guy who is comfortable and asking him to join in “Hey, Cart you like what you see?”
Fuck yeah I do, Asa.
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If you’re like Asa (or you think you might be Asa) message me.
Asa and I were mutuals on Instagram. And I was happy to see the timid photos of his body, his hard earned reward from hours dedicated to the pool.
I was extremely lucky that Asa seemed to tolerate me, even when he knew that I liked him too. He told me in longer, more thoughtful words, conveying a sense of contemplation about his own sexuality - that he was Ace. His words were : “I’m not attracted to bodies”. I was extremely unlucky it seemed, that bodies he did attract to were unfortunately all female. Maybe he was just being young and too sweet and too kind to tell me that, as he may have said around his hot swimmer buddies “I really only go for pussy”. He contained multitudes, I suspect.
However, I got lucky again my sophomore year when I ended up on floor full of testy athletes, which included the humble and pensive Asa. I got to see him, clad in a towel in the community style bathroom. I’d oggle his copper colored flesh in admiration and lust. I scanned his olive toned abs, arms, and pecs in their swimmer made perfection. We only ever said “Hi”.
The climax and homoeroticism comes when he and I entered a male pageant for charity. We got to share a dressing room. I still ogled at him, wishing I had the courage to tell him he looked amazing. But someone else did.
“Bro Ev’s got like uh 32 pack”
I smiled internally, glad that the conversation shifted to something I was an expert in. Asa, Ev to his bros, seemed humble and smiled meekly, perhaps awkwardly. I thought it was cute that he shy about his ripped college swimmer body and astonishing number and definition of his cinnamon colored abdominals. Then it happened.
Another guy, perhaps another man who drooled at, admired and even more likely envied Asa’s copper washboard stomach , who knew the whims of straight bros, reached over and rubbed Asa’s abs barely hidden by or perhaps not even hidden by the shirt he pulled over them.
I was in awe. I was extremely turned on by this display of eroticism that seemed so casual. I wish I could have hit pause, my mind to be a video camera. To rewind, hit pause… play… rewind. Because I cannot remember his face. The face of the other bros.
I hope his face conveyed excitement. But mild of course. Perhaps an eyebrow raised. Intrigue but moderate delight. Surprise then calm as he enjoyed the rare feeling of male to male contact. For me, I instantly wished Asa or one of his bro’s, perhaps the bro feeling him up had said “Yo Cart, man come feel Ev’s abs”
I can play straight. I can pretend. I spent my life pretending. 19 years. If you’re straight know that sometimes the way you praise your buddy is erotic to us. But keep it up. Men accept such few ways to compliment each other in the way that women seem to do naturally.
However, don’t feel wrong for turning to the quiet gay guy… the out gay guy who is comfortable and asking him to join in “Hey, Cart you like what you see?”
Fuck yeah I do, Asa.
If you’re like Asa (or you think you might be Asa) message me.
If I had to choose "best essay" in thread, it would be this one. Smartly written, compassionate, beautiful. Thank you
Lemlucifer8888
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Thanks man. Asa writes beautifully too. I think he and I could have been beautiful writers together
- sccp,
School is back in session. Hoping for some new essays soon?
This is one of a series of occasional essays where I take a deep dive into college locker room culture- with an emphasis on the psychology, physicality and sexuality of college-age boys. People who have been following the thread know about the themes I discuss so there is no need to rehash them here. These themes should become obvious to new readers, however, in the course of this piece. (I may divide this into four discrete essays in consideration of length)
Soccer injuries, shy boys in the shower, and anal sex
Once I was relaxing in our school’s communal shower when a visiting soccer team streamed in after a hard-fought game, which they unfortunately lost. I noticed the first boys who entered the room looked gingerly at the stalls, and then noticed that most of the showers were communal. They knew they would probably be expected to use the open showers rather than the private ones. I could tell they would prefer to use the stalls, as they were not used to the communal ones. But they didn’t want to look self-centered by using the stalls. I thought that the fact that communal showers are now rare has some advantages. When college guys are in situations where they have to use communal showers, they blush, they disrobe gingerly. This makes it more entertaining to see.
The first group of boys entered the shower, some with towels slung over their shoulders. I guess they were used to being naked around each other- just not showering naked in a public setting. The first boy who came in (broad-shouldered, muscular, square jaw, handsome) was completely flaccid, almost shrunken, and I saw that held true for all the boys. Their flaccid state points to their discomfort. I saw a tall blond boy next to me, who showered with slow, jerky movements, his hands seemed almost reluctant to touch his body.
I saw another boy, in the group of kids who were still waiting for the first set of boys to finish showering. He was tall, and had tussled dark hair that covered his ears. He had dark features- Greek or Italian perhaps. A totally withdrawn but large circumcised penis. He had a gash on his left knee, it went halfway up his thigh, and was still fresh. He had fallen hard. There were grass stains around the wound. I don’t know why, but his injury made me want to engage this boy in anal sex. What does a soccer injury have to do with anal sex? I think it was because he was bleeding, and anal sex often results in pain and blood; I think that was the connection.
Speaking of anal sex, one of the boys, a defensive player, I think, was discussing how hard it was to defend the goal from the opposing team. He said he felt he was helpless, and illustrated this by bending his knees and pumping his hairy butt back and forth, in and out, left and right. The other team fucked him up the ass. I think this blond kid was an upperclassman- twenty-one years old perhaps. I also think he was of Irish heritage- due to his muscular forearms, short stature and broad shoulders. He also had a smaller penis, but a pair of quite low-hanging balls, which is also common among Irish men.
I wanted to have anal sex with him more than anything else in the world. His demo showed me how he would receive me.
Another boy, who was also in the group waiting to shower, had the largest penis on the team, from what I could see. It was just a big, lazy dong. He seemed embarrassed by it, as evidenced by the fact that he was stooped over, looking down at the floor, with one leg in front of the other, as if trying to hide his member between his thighs. He was not successful. I wanted to stroke it.
A small penis, hairy ass confidence, and a boy with hypnotizing baby blues
A few months before, I was shaving in the shower when another group of soccer players came in. I find it interesting that each team has its own character, its own way of showering together. This team, like the last one was quite shy and reserved. The first team seemed to consist of many upperclassmen, whereas this team seemed composed mostly of freshmen and sophomores. I’m sure there were some exceptions.
I saw one boy, a handsome, well-built blond, with one of the smallest penises I’ve ever seen on a college boy. It was just a squiggle, the merest concession to the male anatomy. He seemed the same age as the rest of the boys- eighteen or nineteen. He just had a little wee-wee. It must be humiliating for this boy to shower with his teammates, knowing he has the smallest peter. He had a cute, muscular butt. I fantasized about the kinds of games he might have in bed with his girlfriend, how she might dominate and tease his little penis with her fingers.
One boy, somewhat lanky and tall, reddish-brown hair, stooped shoulders, was hiding his genitals with his hands as he showered, at least he was trying to. He wasn’t successful- but it was fun watching the poor kid try! Let it all hang, son, out and proud!
Another boy, tall and slender, with a nice tan, sauntered into the room without a towel, and chose the shower by the farther side. He had firm little butt cheeks, perfectly smooth, but adjoining a wonderfully hairy crack! This kid was a MAN! Also, I could tell from the spring in his step that he’s pretty good in bed!
To be perfectly clear, one of the best ways to determine how well a college boy performs under the covers is to see the way he walks. College boys with a little swagger in their step, a little bounce and bravado, are the ones who make the best lovers. This is especially true when, even completely naked like this boy, they can maintain that bounce and swing. His penis was pretty, a thicc little boy, but he can certainly use it with panache!
A Nigerian boy chose a shower two heads away from mine. He opened his towel to show a big black dick. I don’t see enough naked black boys in the shower, so I was grateful to him for exhibiting his African pride.
Another soccer boy, blond, short, muscular, but a little chubby with some residual post-adolescent fat, walked in completely nude. He had a serious bruise on his thigh, it was completely blue. Once again, seeing him naked and injured incited thoughts of rough, unlubricated anal sex. It was almost as if something in my sexual subconscious observed his injury, and wanted to hurt him more by having him take my dick up his ass.
One player picked the shower head next to mine. He had a lupine beauty, narrow face, beautiful blue eyes, light brown hair. He had a large penis with a small head. The skin of his maleness seemed a little rough somehow. He turned to me and raised his eyebrows and our eyes met! It’s very rare for a college boy to ever make eye contact with me! He had such beautiful, steel-blue eyes. I could tell, by looking into his eyes that he’s a good lover. I think he might rush through foreplay a little bit- but he’s very good at using his tongue. When it comes to actual copulation, I think he’s able to endow each stroke with meaning and drama. He’s adaptable, open and willing to many different sexual scenarios- a gem. I found out later, by reading his Instagram that he likes watching British crime dramas! That might account for his elegance and sophistication.
Another boy came in and opened his towel- yet another slender blond kid with a modest size penis, but lord, he had BALLS. One of the biggest scrotums I’ve seen in a long time. I wanted to give him a testicular exam then and there. I actually spoke to him after our shower, as we were getting dressed in the locker room. I commiserated with him over their loss. He smiled sheepishly, and said, “Well, there’s always next year!” He was already dressed by that time but I wanted to unbutton his shirt and kiss a straight line down his chest. We spoke a little bit about our favorite authors and podcasts. He actually was very interested in what I had to say about contemporary music! I thought it was interesting- him showing me his beautiful body, and also sharing with me his thoughts on culture and life. I had a hard-on during our conversation, but he didn’t notice it through my jeans. My woodpecker wanted to explore his hollowness.
College boys are a perpetual gift, a wonder, a miracle.
Noah and the young fireman
More recently, I saw another visiting team, also soccer players. The first guy to come in was a freshman. Typical all-American beauty- blond and skinny. He came in wearing his boxer shorts, which he took off by turning around and bending over! We had a short conversation in the shower, I saw he was shy talking to older strangers. He seemed to like the attention, though. Then his teammate, “Noah” came in, eighteen and a half years old, 6’1’’, dirty light brown hair, lanky. An s-curve to his spine that made his rear stick out. He had a big butt, hairy towards the middle. He faced the wall at first, maybe because he was shy showing his frontal beauty to strangers. When he turned around though, I was surprised by his penis- it was longer than I expected with a somewhat flattened head. I wanted to tease it. His knees were pretty badly skinned. Once again- an injured college boy in the shower instigated thoughts of butt sex.
I looked at him, and realised I recognized him from studying the roster- and I had met his father in the stands during the game! Also, I was ten years older than his father, and I had found his dad burly and attractive! I’ve never been in a situation where I wanted to have sex with both a college athlete and his dad!
I talked to him a little bit in the shower, about how diverse the team was and he said, “Yeah, we have players from all over the world, man.” I said I was impressed by his playing and he said, “Yeah, we train pretty hard, man.” He never looked me in the eye and answered my questions with short phrases. I saw he was shy and modest. From studying his bio online I saw he is quite accomplished, did a lot of community service in high school, got straight A’s and now plays elite soccer. How would this translate into the bedroom? I think he’s someone who feels he can’t enjoy something unless he’s earned it, has worked really hard for it. So I don’t think he’d be able to really enjoy sex. He hasn’t had a lot of it, I think. He’s just been too busy with sports, academics and volunteering. I think he would have trouble being spontaneous during lovemaking, would move in a jerky way, would try to “get it right”, not understanding that sex always involves a measure of uncertainty and risk. I think it’d be good for him to have someone on the team he could talk to about his sex life, so he could get pointers on how he can be a champion between the sheets, as well as on the field. I’d certainly be happy to help in any way I can!
Interestingly, the team includes two brothers—one a sophomore, the other a senior. I love seeing brothers in the shower! It gives me the chance to compare their anatomy, and see who has the bigger shlong, who’s hairier, what they have in common or don’t have in common. But only one brother came in. He had a medium build, sandy brown hair, a medium-sized ding-a-ling with a big head. He was just painfully skinny, I could see his rib cage. He also looked a bit sallow. I was a little upset. The whole point of seeing college boys in the shower is so that I can fantasize about their sex lives! I don’t want to have to worry about their health!
Son, please take care of yourself. I hope to see him naked again when he’s gained some weight.
Finally, the goalie came in- tall, and lean. A narrow, handsome face. He paused, and took the shower head right next to mine. Before taking off his towel, he made a half-turn and looked at me for the briefest second out of the corner of his eye. It was an unfriendly side glance.
Why did he give me side eye? Why would he object to my seeing what it is that makes him a man?
He’s older than most of his teammates- a fifth year. He’s studying to be a fireman in his home state of Oklahoma. He’s six feet, five inches tall, hairy stomach and chest. When he took off his towel, I thought his penis was a reasonable size given his height. It was a big one- not overwhelmingly so, but it had a nice curve in its downward slope. A trapezoidal head. His balls were impressive, droopy and heavy.
What would this goalie be like in bed? I think the fact that he’s training to be a fireman and has played goalie most of his life would translate well into the bedroom. He’d try to play a sheltering role during lovemaking. Dominant, but gentle in his strokes. Good ability to use his hands to guide his partner in foreplay. It’s just he’s a big guy, and even flaccid he has a really big penis. When he’s erect I think it might actually put some women off for its sheer size. But he has such gentle eyes and a gentle manner that I think he’d be able to help them overcome their fear. He might take himself a little too seriously, as evidenced by him giving me that suspicious look, so I might counsel his woman to talk to him before sex to see what his boundaries are, what he’s comfortable trying in bed.
At least he’s never without his, ahem, fire hose!
One thing I want to say- the moment he gave me side-eye, he made inadvertent eye contact with me. At that moment, he became my sexual partner. Usually, when I fantasize about the college boys I see naked, I speculate about their sexual behaviors and propensities. But the moment he looked at me, even with prejudice and suspicion, I *knew* how he behaves sexually. I could see the way he moves his tongue up and down his partner’s body, how he tries to get just the right angle when he’s thrusting, how he tightens his grip on his partner’s shoulders to try to delay ejaculation. As there are voyeurs in the shower, there are also exhibitionists.
I saw him talking to Noah in the shower. Noah was animated, washing himself with quick strokes, and also reliving key moments of the game, demonstrating various kicks and maneuvers, which made his penis flop around. The goalie just mostly nodded, and washed himself with slower motions. They’re both beautiful men. I wish them happiness in every field.
