"Angels with penises"
Another time, I watched our home school play against a better division II school. We play in various conferences, but we kind of suck. Anyway, we still magically beat the other team through superior organization and discipline. The opposing team was taller, stronger and fleet, but we still beat them.
They may not have won the game, but in the shower they certainly showed off the goods!
I often use “ding dong” or “wee-wee” when I talk about college boys’ penises. But even though these guys were mostly eighteen, nineteen and twenty years old, they were more men than boys. They didn’t have ding-a-lings.
They had cocks.
Interestingly, I saw one dark-haired boy in the locker room, sitting on the bench, taking off his shirt. It was so beautiful seeing his smooth, muscular chest and well-defined abs. I knew I would see his penis in a minute, but just seeing his upper body was thrilling.
One boy, handsome and masculine with dirty blond hair came in, chose a shower head next to mine and dropped his towel. His penis, although completely flaccid, had some kind of internal arch or brace, as it jutted straight out from his body like an arrow! Usually guys’ penises hang or swing, but his just protruded out like an I-beam. I wanted to stroke it. He had a firm big scrotum that matched his penis in size and beauty. If his dick sticks out so boldly when he’s relaxed, I wonder what his semen-spitter looks like hard? I’m not sure I want to get in the way of that field gun! He leaned into the shower, and his penis almost touched the wall!
One kid, tall, light brown-hair, was also close to me. He was one of the goalies- broad shouldered and muscular. A kind of Taurean beauty, like a linebacker. He faced the shower, keeping his body at an angle to avoid his teammates from seeing his penis. It was visible though- a big bulbous head. A warrior’s penis. He had a great ass, sculpted buttocks. A gracious symmetry in all his limbs, a Greek athlete. The fact that he was modest and shy with his penis makes me think that he’s a man who is discriminating in his choice of lovers. He might be shy at first in bed, but once he gets his dander up, I think he’d be a hand grenade!
I told him after our shower that I appreciated their dauntless spirit- they played hard to the very end. He smiled and said, ‘That’s the way we roll!”
Another guy, six foot two, blond but tan, came in, with one of the most beautiful penises I have seen- there was a little bridge between its shaft and its head- which made the tip of the penis hang at a bit of an angle. I don’t see that feature very often, and I wanted to tickle that part of his manhood. He also had a big set of balls.
Some players came in with purple blotches around their hips, buttocks and thighs- internal bleeding due to falls and collisions. I was intrigued that the injuries all looked alike- so much so that for once I didn’t correlate bruises and scrapes with anal sex.
I’ve never seen such beautiful men, such beautiful butts, such delightful reproductive organs, so quick to smile, so kind. They were happy to accept me as one of their own in the locker room and shower. Such is their magnanimity and big-heartedness.
After the shower, I had a long talk with one of the players about Western philosophy, Kant and Hegel. But my eyes never left his body, his washboard abs, his genitals- his massive shlong and balls. His voice had a little squeakiness to it, he was friendly and very engaging. Talking to college boys, sharing my life-history and thoughts, is also a form of making love to them. I hope these essays have made it possible for other people to make love to these boys, to experience their youthful charm and their burgeoning sexuality.
