Pitching A Tent!

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[MidwesternFantasy97]

 

[Gazinburnley]

 

[Gazinburnley]

 

[Gazinburnley]

 

[Gazinburnley]

 

[opinionman]

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Hard-ons in tighty whites. Classic. Makes me think of formative years and being hard constantly.

 

[CoffeeFiend85]

 

[CoffeeFiend85]

 

[opinionman]

I think I mentioned that I wrote a story here on lpsg entitled "Native American's First Experience with College Wrestling."
It's more bromance than porn but it includes a recurring image of guys on the dorm hall stumbling sleepily into the bathroom in the morning with hardons or semis, half clothed or naked--all of it quite normal in that dorm, and the protagonist, who is inexperienced, is stunned to see how boldly the guys walk around with erections or tents and no one thinks anything of it, understanding that that's what men do

 

[opinionman]

I think I mentioned that I wrote a story here on lpsg entitled "Native American's First Experience with College Wrestling."
It's more bromance than porn but it includes a recurring image of guys on the dorm hall stumbling sleepily into the bathroom in the morning with hardons or semis, half clothed or naked--all of it quite normal in that dorm, and the protagonist, who is inexperienced, is stunned to see how boldly the guys walk around with erections or tents and no one thinks anything of it, understanding that that's what men do

Here's an excerpt:
but it was so distracting that he did something he hadn’t done before: he grabbed his kit and walked naked to the bathroom, not even noticing. Several guys were there and greeted him, and it wasn’t until he saw their glances that he realized he was naked. He blushed, but no one seemed to notice. Indeed, given his experience that first week, he should have realized that going into the bathroom naked, and even erect, was a non-event. More than a couple of the guys had semi’s anyway, so he accepted the situation. He waited for the shower, just leaning against the wall while the guys chatted. To his relief, they didn’t really talk directly to him this morning. He even considered not showering but then he remembered that he probably smelled like jizz and he couldn’t go to class like that. So he took his turn, quickly soaped himself, dried off, and returned naked to his room, where he took the boxer briefs that he’d held in his hand last night when Kirk was there, and pulled them on....


...Oddly, the bathroom was rather sparsely populated that morning, for reasons he couldn’t fathom. Still, 5 or 6 guys were there with the usual array of erections, semi’s, and flaccid cocks, all present in the atmosphere of natural, naked college athletes.....



Ch. 81. Morning wood song.

Both boys woke up at more or less the same time. Unsurprisingly, they both had morning wood. Skye was contemplating whether he should beat off again, but once Charlie had risen to go to the bathroom, his hard cock jutting out with his usual lack of self-consciousness, Skye decided he would just leave his own cock alone. It didn’t seem to have mattered the last time, anyway. The only strategy that had worked was the condom.

Alone, he too got up and then looked, as he had thousands of times, at the battering ram between his legs. It truly was an awesome Beast, and though it was causing him grief at the moment, he was certainly grateful that that old tricky bitch Mother Nature had given him such substantial sexual equipment. He almost—almost—grabbed his kit and walked with his hard-on to the bathroom. Certainly, half the guys did this every morning, so he couldn’t see why he was still embarrassed, but in the end, he chose to let it subside to a more manageable size. Sometimes he got tired of the commentaries.

He wrapped a towel around his waist and sauntered to the bathroom. As unpredictable as ever, the bathroom was very crowded. Guys were in all states of dress and undress. Naked dudes at the sink, brushing their teeth while idly playing with their cocks and not even noticing. Guys with tented boxer briefs whose morning wood had defiantly stayed in the picture. A couple of guys with hard-ons reaching up the side of their tighty-whities. All of them groping, adjusting, laughing, tugging—the very picture of maleness.

After Skye had been there a few minutes, in came Alex, the resident intellectual, his circular wire-rimmed glasses giving him a scholarly air, even though he was wearing only plain white boxers and even though he was upfront about wishing his dick were bigger, up front he showed the notable tent of an erection.

With no introduction, he sang lyrics of his own devising to the well-known tune of “Spiderman”:

Morning Wood,
Morning wood
Why the hell does it
Feel so good?


Watch it grow
In your handHow it jumps
On command!

That’s right!
Here comes the Morning Wood!



Somehow his voice carried over the normal noise of showers and chat, and the other guys began laughing.


“Holy FUCK! You’re a fuckin genius, man!” “Why don’t you quit college and go write for the movies?” “Hahahaha!You’re freaking hilarious, bro!” “Sing it again.”

 

[Luvtoplay]

 

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[quiteHorny]

Isn't

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Isn't This guy on a Netflix show? The mole? He fit as fuck

 

[Gazinburnley]