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Some thoughts, anecdotes, and “Man of the Year”
Happy Holidays, dear readers!
I have a lot of material to cover today, so these reflections and stories may be a little more laconic than usual.
TEXT VS PICTURES
I want to say that I find text essays more interesting than pictures. In prose, the reader’s imagination is engaged in a way that it is not engaged in images or video. Also, in stories, the writer’s emotions and sensations are conveyed in a more direct way than in film, usually. There was a “William and Mary Shower” thread here that has been since deleted. One of the videos reposted on the thread featured a particular football player who is now a well-known coach. He evidences obvious arousal in the beginning of the clip. One of the commentators found out his name and referred to him as “JB- the ginger who gets a boner.” On a different thread, someone republished the video, and another commentator remarked, “And he gets a boner!” In both cases, the simple written description was more interesting to me than the visual presentation of arousal.
LOWER INCOME BOYS
I’m interested in issues of class as it relates to locker room behavior. Sometimes boys from poorer backgrounds are less concerned about being naked. I saw a wrestler recently from a visiting school, toweling off in the locker room. I saw scripture tattooed on his bare chest and stomach. That’s common for poorer guys- they can come from rural, more religious families. On the one hand, I enjoyed seeing him naked, especially his skinny dick. On the other hand, I felt for him. I come from wealth and went to elite schools and colleges. Through his nudity, he transcended class.
Another time, I met a college sophomore, a twenty year old kid from a military family. He moved around a lot as a child. He had five oclock shadow, close cropped dark hair, and a startling amount of body hair- a tuft of thick hair graced his chest, and another one appeared just above his navel. His testicles hung perfectly even and he had a mature-looking penis- the penis of someone five or ten years older. He is from the South but his daddy relocated the family to California. I asked him how he liked California and he said “They’re a bunch of snotty liberals who hate life!” The second time I met him he was flattered that I remembered his name: “Jimmy.” He blushed. The fact that he has so much body hair and such a mature penis tells me that his body may have conformed to parental expectations to begin puberty early and be a man. His statement about “snotty liberals” means that he would take sex as another opportunity to express strongly held opinions- in this case his opinions of himself as a strong, confident man.
RICH GUYS IN COLLEGE
I met a boy, a first year, in the locker room. I asked him his name and he said “Brad.” He told me that he went to the “finest high school in New York.” He also told me he was considering majoring in economics, but he liked political philosophy too. From the way he spoke, I got the sense he felt he was doing me a favor by engaging me in conversation. He had a little smug smile, he thought I belonged to a lower economic echelon, which is probably true. He had wanted to swim, and had already changed, but open swim had been canceled that day, so he peeled off his boxer-style bathing suit. He had a charmingly fat, piss-prodded penis, at the lowest rung of arousal. On the one hand, he was a little full of himself. On the other hand, he was generous in sharing personal information and showing me his manhood.
PENIS SHY
I’ve covered how guys try to hide their penis in the locker room and shower, which is usually futile. I was talking to one boy, a first year- eighteen or nineteen. Lanky kid with light brown hair. He liked to talk and was happy to find in me a good listener. He had just finished his shower and was toweling off. He didn’t turn away when he opened his towel, but I saw that his penis was shy, and clung to his thigh, trying to make itself inconspicuous. Sometimes I think guys with shapely penises are more modest about their manhood. He knew he had a beautiful one.
MAN OF THE YEAR AWARDS
RUNNER UP #1- Jaxson
I met Jaxson in the locker room. He is five-eleven, has brown hair which hangs over his forehead, striking green eyes, great tan. He peeled off his shirt and I was impressed by his musculature- and the flaking red sunburn on his chest and stomach. A towel-dancer, unfortunately, but he grabbed his water bottle. He was going to the sauna! I didn’t see his butt, but he wore his towel so tight that the ridges and curves of his rump were well delineated.
I followed him into the sauna after a minute. I saw he wore his towel high up so it covered his belly button-but it left his balls exposed! His scrotum rested on the bench and quivered between his thighs, enclosing the most perfectly almond-shaped testicles I have ever seen- jumbo sized. He had a beautiful, husky voice, a baritone, and we discussed Kundalini yoga and medieval history. An intelligent boy, not just a pretty face. Perspiration ran down the edges of his sunburn. I wanted to lick the salty sweat off of it. Then, the knot of his towel came loose and his penis made a cameo. It was everything the boy was not- compact, blunt, top-heavy, with a tiny spout. He leaned back a few times, and I surmised he likes having sex doggy style, the woman crouching over his erection.
I took a shower afterwards, using the Bradley poles. He came out of the sauna and looked at me and cocked his head to one side and raised his eyebrows. I’ve seen that look before! It’s how college guys look at girls in the cafeteria after they’ve made eye contact! He subliminally felt and acknowledged my attraction to him!
RUNNER UP #2- Aaron
I’ve written about this boy before- it was after a tennis tournament. The whole team walked naked to the Bradley poles. I had been impressed by Aaron’s serve- his speed and prowess. I hadn’t seen anything yet. Aaron is a tawny-haired kid who stands at 6’4. As he was passing by, I had to admire his hirsute chest, wonderfully defined stomach muscles, and carefree gait. I looked pointedly at his penis, with its remarkable inward curve. It swayed with majestic gravity, the pendulum of a grandfather clock somehow appended to a twenty-year old. Every other step it flopped against his thigh. He saw me staring as he approached and covered himself with his hand. Then he looked at me, raised his eyebrows, and reconsidered. He moved his hand away.
He withdrew his hand.
The boy felt that my right to enjoy his masculine prowess superseded his right to privacy!
What other certification do we need as to his prowess in bed?
He may be only nineteen or twenty years old, but Aaron is a MAN.
MAN OF THE YEAR
This was a difficult choice to make. Along with the two runner-ups, I had also considered Tommy, the lacrosse player I have mentioned previously, for the honour. I showered with him again a couple of weeks ago. During the shower, he reached between his legs to wash his taint, thereby elevating his testicles into clearer view. He had one of the most beautiful sets of balls I have ever seen, massive and masculine. Towards the end of the shower, he showed, if not arousal, but a pleasant elongation. This is a guy who likes sex!
I could have also chosen Preston- I was showering at the gym, when he entered the shower in his bathing suit and chose the shower head next to mine. It was late at night, and most college guys don’t use the shower so late so I wasn’t expecting to share it. He dropped his bathing suit, showing a big Latin dick, uncut. I got an erection and turned away. He saw my erection. He simply moved one shower head over. He did not freak out, make a face, or leave. Sometimes he faced me, sometimes he faced away. He stayed calm and respectful.
Or Harrison, another champion tennis player who walked to the showers in the nude. He is a tall, handsome, brown-haired kid with a floppy ding-dong and wonderfully low-hanging balls.
(Here’s a fascinating article on testicle size and sexual activity and parenting habits:
https://www.pnas.org/doi/10.1073/pnas.1305579110).
Harrison has a really beautiful smile and a winning laugh, both in evidence as he clowned around with his teammates in the shower. He’s an elite tennis player and an enthusiastic lover.
While Jaxson, Tommy, Preston, Harrison and especially Aaron are all worthy candidates for “Man of the Year”, I feel that since this designation is awarded only annually, then the recipient must be in some way exceedingly exceptional.
DALLAS, MAN OF THE YEAR
Dallas and his twin brother, Austin, both come from Texas and play high level tennis for a prominent public University.
I saw Dallas last season in the locker room, after a tournament that my college had sponsored. He was talking to his trainer. All the other guys were sauntering to the shower, but he took his time getting undressed. He has medium-brown hair, stands at 6’6, has a gentle wave-like curve to his body. Long, graceful neck and pronounced Adam's apple. He removed his sweaty shirt with some difficulty, revealing a pleasing mat of silk hair that covered his chest. He carried on his conversation with the trainer, even as he pulled off his shorts and boxers and then stood up to full height, extending his arms.
In Moby Dick, Herman Melville expresses that the sheer, awesome size of the White Whale was itself worthy of respect. There are, hidden in human beings, capacities and realisations that our surface selves know almost nothing. Our outer senses and reasoning minds cannot pierce the depths; in those depths we can claim power and knowledge that can astonish millions of people, and change the world. When we are confronted with something great and vast, it takes us into those unknown parts of our being where our deeper truths lie, where we can know who we truly are. In ancient India, the Shiva Lingam is worshipped as an emblem of masculine power, the creative force. In the same way, I take Dallas’ magnificent enormity as a true tool of self-inquiry. It silences the mind, and commands awe in the observer.
The two qualities I look for in college boys’ penises are beauty and power. Some penises are beautiful, while others are powerful.
Dallas’ penis expresses beauty through sheer, unadulterated power.
It is the largest college boy penis I have ever seen. And I have seen a lot of big dicks, but he was:
Bigger than Cameron, or Lucas.
Larger than Spencer or Apollo.
More massive than Zabid or Cole.
More impressive than Nick or Jack (baseball player).
At least twice I saw Dallas’ penis raise its head and sniff the air.
He not only showed me the biggest penis of my viewing career, but he also let me see his arousal!
I saw that, even when semi erect, it still pretty much pointed down. Not even a crane could raise it any higher.
I think he prefers to make love lying on his back, so his woman can have at least some control over his penis, and also determine the angle and depth of penetration. Still, even flat against his stomach, his penis would scare me.
Just yesterday I listened to an interview with Dallas on a tennis podcast. Dallas was talking about a famous tennis star, his idol, and mentioned his “fluid, pretty strokes.”
It’s not enough just to have a great, powerful serve, or to have a big racket. You need “fluid, pretty strokes.” This means he’s a sensitive lover, who realizes that it’s not the size of his penis that matters, but rather the finesse with which he handles it.
Listening to him speak, I perceived that he is a hardworking, industrious boy who keeps his head low, and who measures his worth as man by what he achieves, not what he was born with. He never stuttered or stammered, not even once.
I think his brobdingnagian schlong makes him an ambassador or representative for all men. That’s why he’s so humble and shy about his accomplishments.
By graciously showing off his size, power and beauty in the locker room and shower, I hereby designate Dallas as 2024’s MAN OF THE YEAR.
Happy Holidays, dear readers!
I have a lot of material to cover today, so these reflections and stories may be a little more laconic than usual.
TEXT VS PICTURES
I want to say that I find text essays more interesting than pictures. In prose, the reader’s imagination is engaged in a way that it is not engaged in images or video. Also, in stories, the writer’s emotions and sensations are conveyed in a more direct way than in film, usually. There was a “William and Mary Shower” thread here that has been since deleted. One of the videos reposted on the thread featured a particular football player who is now a well-known coach. He evidences obvious arousal in the beginning of the clip. One of the commentators found out his name and referred to him as “JB- the ginger who gets a boner.” On a different thread, someone republished the video, and another commentator remarked, “And he gets a boner!” In both cases, the simple written description was more interesting to me than the visual presentation of arousal.
LOWER INCOME BOYS
I’m interested in issues of class as it relates to locker room behavior. Sometimes boys from poorer backgrounds are less concerned about being naked. I saw a wrestler recently from a visiting school, toweling off in the locker room. I saw scripture tattooed on his bare chest and stomach. That’s common for poorer guys- they can come from rural, more religious families. On the one hand, I enjoyed seeing him naked, especially his skinny dick. On the other hand, I felt for him. I come from wealth and went to elite schools and colleges. Through his nudity, he transcended class.
Another time, I met a college sophomore, a twenty year old kid from a military family. He moved around a lot as a child. He had five oclock shadow, close cropped dark hair, and a startling amount of body hair- a tuft of thick hair graced his chest, and another one appeared just above his navel. His testicles hung perfectly even and he had a mature-looking penis- the penis of someone five or ten years older. He is from the South but his daddy relocated the family to California. I asked him how he liked California and he said “They’re a bunch of snotty liberals who hate life!” The second time I met him he was flattered that I remembered his name: “Jimmy.” He blushed. The fact that he has so much body hair and such a mature penis tells me that his body may have conformed to parental expectations to begin puberty early and be a man. His statement about “snotty liberals” means that he would take sex as another opportunity to express strongly held opinions- in this case his opinions of himself as a strong, confident man.
RICH GUYS IN COLLEGE
I met a boy, a first year, in the locker room. I asked him his name and he said “Brad.” He told me that he went to the “finest high school in New York.” He also told me he was considering majoring in economics, but he liked political philosophy too. From the way he spoke, I got the sense he felt he was doing me a favor by engaging me in conversation. He had a little smug smile, he thought I belonged to a lower economic echelon, which is probably true. He had wanted to swim, and had already changed, but open swim had been canceled that day, so he peeled off his boxer-style bathing suit. He had a charmingly fat, piss-prodded penis, at the lowest rung of arousal. On the one hand, he was a little full of himself. On the other hand, he was generous in sharing personal information and showing me his manhood.
PENIS SHY
I’ve covered how guys try to hide their penis in the locker room and shower, which is usually futile. I was talking to one boy, a first year- eighteen or nineteen. Lanky kid with light brown hair. He liked to talk and was happy to find in me a good listener. He had just finished his shower and was toweling off. He didn’t turn away when he opened his towel, but I saw that his penis was shy, and clung to his thigh, trying to make itself inconspicuous. Sometimes I think guys with shapely penises are more modest about their manhood. He knew he had a beautiful one.
MAN OF THE YEAR AWARDS
RUNNER UP #1- Jaxson
I met Jaxson in the locker room. He is five-eleven, has brown hair which hangs over his forehead, striking green eyes, great tan. He peeled off his shirt and I was impressed by his musculature- and the flaking red sunburn on his chest and stomach. A towel-dancer, unfortunately, but he grabbed his water bottle. He was going to the sauna! I didn’t see his butt, but he wore his towel so tight that the ridges and curves of his rump were well delineated.
I followed him into the sauna after a minute. I saw he wore his towel high up so it covered his belly button-but it left his balls exposed! His scrotum rested on the bench and quivered between his thighs, enclosing the most perfectly almond-shaped testicles I have ever seen- jumbo sized. He had a beautiful, husky voice, a baritone, and we discussed Kundalini yoga and medieval history. An intelligent boy, not just a pretty face. Perspiration ran down the edges of his sunburn. I wanted to lick the salty sweat off of it. Then, the knot of his towel came loose and his penis made a cameo. It was everything the boy was not- compact, blunt, top-heavy, with a tiny spout. He leaned back a few times, and I surmised he likes having sex doggy style, the woman crouching over his erection.
I took a shower afterwards, using the Bradley poles. He came out of the sauna and looked at me and cocked his head to one side and raised his eyebrows. I’ve seen that look before! It’s how college guys look at girls in the cafeteria after they’ve made eye contact! He subliminally felt and acknowledged my attraction to him!
RUNNER UP #2- Aaron
I’ve written about this boy before- it was after a tennis tournament. The whole team walked naked to the Bradley poles. I had been impressed by Aaron’s serve- his speed and prowess. I hadn’t seen anything yet. Aaron is a tawny-haired kid who stands at 6’4. As he was passing by, I had to admire his hirsute chest, wonderfully defined stomach muscles, and carefree gait. I looked pointedly at his penis, with its remarkable inward curve. It swayed with majestic gravity, the pendulum of a grandfather clock somehow appended to a twenty-year old. Every other step it flopped against his thigh. He saw me staring as he approached and covered himself with his hand. Then he looked at me, raised his eyebrows, and reconsidered. He moved his hand away.
He withdrew his hand.
The boy felt that my right to enjoy his masculine prowess superseded his right to privacy!
What other certification do we need as to his prowess in bed?
He may be only nineteen or twenty years old, but Aaron is a MAN.
MAN OF THE YEAR
This was a difficult choice to make. Along with the two runner-ups, I had also considered Tommy, the lacrosse player I have mentioned previously, for the honour. I showered with him again a couple of weeks ago. During the shower, he reached between his legs to wash his taint, thereby elevating his testicles into clearer view. He had one of the most beautiful sets of balls I have ever seen, massive and masculine. Towards the end of the shower, he showed, if not arousal, but a pleasant elongation. This is a guy who likes sex!
I could have also chosen Preston- I was showering at the gym, when he entered the shower in his bathing suit and chose the shower head next to mine. It was late at night, and most college guys don’t use the shower so late so I wasn’t expecting to share it. He dropped his bathing suit, showing a big Latin dick, uncut. I got an erection and turned away. He saw my erection. He simply moved one shower head over. He did not freak out, make a face, or leave. Sometimes he faced me, sometimes he faced away. He stayed calm and respectful.
Or Harrison, another champion tennis player who walked to the showers in the nude. He is a tall, handsome, brown-haired kid with a floppy ding-dong and wonderfully low-hanging balls.
(Here’s a fascinating article on testicle size and sexual activity and parenting habits:
https://www.pnas.org/doi/10.1073/pnas.1305579110).
Harrison has a really beautiful smile and a winning laugh, both in evidence as he clowned around with his teammates in the shower. He’s an elite tennis player and an enthusiastic lover.
While Jaxson, Tommy, Preston, Harrison and especially Aaron are all worthy candidates for “Man of the Year”, I feel that since this designation is awarded only annually, then the recipient must be in some way exceedingly exceptional.
DALLAS, MAN OF THE YEAR
Dallas and his twin brother, Austin, both come from Texas and play high level tennis for a prominent public University.
I saw Dallas last season in the locker room, after a tournament that my college had sponsored. He was talking to his trainer. All the other guys were sauntering to the shower, but he took his time getting undressed. He has medium-brown hair, stands at 6’6, has a gentle wave-like curve to his body. Long, graceful neck and pronounced Adam's apple. He removed his sweaty shirt with some difficulty, revealing a pleasing mat of silk hair that covered his chest. He carried on his conversation with the trainer, even as he pulled off his shorts and boxers and then stood up to full height, extending his arms.
In Moby Dick, Herman Melville expresses that the sheer, awesome size of the White Whale was itself worthy of respect. There are, hidden in human beings, capacities and realisations that our surface selves know almost nothing. Our outer senses and reasoning minds cannot pierce the depths; in those depths we can claim power and knowledge that can astonish millions of people, and change the world. When we are confronted with something great and vast, it takes us into those unknown parts of our being where our deeper truths lie, where we can know who we truly are. In ancient India, the Shiva Lingam is worshipped as an emblem of masculine power, the creative force. In the same way, I take Dallas’ magnificent enormity as a true tool of self-inquiry. It silences the mind, and commands awe in the observer.
The two qualities I look for in college boys’ penises are beauty and power. Some penises are beautiful, while others are powerful.
Dallas’ penis expresses beauty through sheer, unadulterated power.
It is the largest college boy penis I have ever seen. And I have seen a lot of big dicks, but he was:
Bigger than Cameron, or Lucas.
Larger than Spencer or Apollo.
More massive than Zabid or Cole.
More impressive than Nick or Jack (baseball player).
At least twice I saw Dallas’ penis raise its head and sniff the air.
He not only showed me the biggest penis of my viewing career, but he also let me see his arousal!
I saw that, even when semi erect, it still pretty much pointed down. Not even a crane could raise it any higher.
I think he prefers to make love lying on his back, so his woman can have at least some control over his penis, and also determine the angle and depth of penetration. Still, even flat against his stomach, his penis would scare me.
Just yesterday I listened to an interview with Dallas on a tennis podcast. Dallas was talking about a famous tennis star, his idol, and mentioned his “fluid, pretty strokes.”
It’s not enough just to have a great, powerful serve, or to have a big racket. You need “fluid, pretty strokes.” This means he’s a sensitive lover, who realizes that it’s not the size of his penis that matters, but rather the finesse with which he handles it.
Listening to him speak, I perceived that he is a hardworking, industrious boy who keeps his head low, and who measures his worth as man by what he achieves, not what he was born with. He never stuttered or stammered, not even once.
I think his brobdingnagian schlong makes him an ambassador or representative for all men. That’s why he’s so humble and shy about his accomplishments.
By graciously showing off his size, power and beauty in the locker room and shower, I hereby designate Dallas as 2024’s MAN OF THE YEAR.
"piss-prodded" is my new favorite adjective. Love this post!
