Reflections Of Beauty: A Chronicle Of College Boys

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One of the reasons why I am writing these essays about college guys is that there has been a tendency in our culture to demonise or vilify young men. While society of course needs to teach boys the need for consent and proper boundaries, I feel we have gone too far in shaming (if there is, indeed, ever an acceptable reason to shame a whole class of people). We should ask these kids to cultivate respect for others while also celebrating the male sex drive, in all of its danger, vehemence and inexhaustible power. After all, beauty and terror are often found together; we need to learn to ride the great wave, and not to deny it.



To put it more bluntly: do we want college boys to stop being horny? I’ve seen hundreds of erections in the locker room! Most of them were semi-hard or half boners, but the point is that irrepressible sexuality is a key part of post-adolescent, college male psychology. By teaching college boys to love themselves properly, as representatives of the generative principle, the primeval creative power, or the father-force, we can help these kids grow into dynamic, fulfilled and loving men.



Another thing I wanted to say is that I use the terms “kids” and “boys” a lot to emphasize the youthful orientation and thought-processes of college guys. Hence, what particularly interests me is the idea of sexual precocity in college kids. By “sexual precocity” I am referring to college boys who, in spite of their youth and relative sexual inexperience, manifest remarkable, even preternatural ability and aptitude for lovemaking. I feel, strongly, that college guys’ prowess in bed can be inferred from their behavior, speech and mannerisms in the locker room, in their various states of undress. To quote from one of my recent posts in “For the love of college boys” thread:

“If we can listen to these kids, learn about their lives, and understand how their antics in the locker room often translate into excitement and drama between the sheets, I feel we can achieve a superior locker room experience.”



Thanks for bearing with me!



I’d like to present two case studies to illustrate college boy locker room behavior. I’m using different templates for them because I’m trying emphasize certain things for each boy. (One study includes headers, the other does not)





ANDREW:







Andrew is a first year graduate student, with close-cut, dark brown hair, about five eleven and about one hundred and eighty pounds. He wrestled as an undergrad, and has put on a little weight since then but is still handsome and well-muscled. He has dark brown eyes and a quick, winning smile. He doesn’t talk much, but always gives me an enthusiastic “hi” and a stinging high-five. He does not use the stalls which is wise because he has a great body. Like many college men, he usually smiles when he’s in the shower. He finds his own nudity affirmative.



The first time I saw him in the shower, the locker room was busy with lots of showering dudes, athletes and professors. He was showering next to a tech major I happen to know. The tech major is a little pudgy, with a lot of body hair and a big penis. I saw Andrew had a semi-erection, just at the very limit of public acceptability. I knew he was trying to make himself a little bigger so as not to get owned by some STEM major! It was an active, inquisitive penis. He turned around a lot, and quickly, showing both his firm ass and his large, swollen penis to advantage. Other times, he just stood motionless, sometimes lathering and rinsing himself with quick, brisk movements, smiling and carefree. Obviously public showering was a source of satisfaction for him.



The other time I saw Andrew in the shower it was just me and him. He was looking down in the shower, facing the wall. He gripped his penis, just above the balls, and then moved his fist up the shaft, up to and over the head, and let it drop. He wasn’t washing it, and he wasn’t really masturbating, necessarily. It’s just a kind of self-touching that guys with big dongers engage in. They are asserting that, yes, this is my penis, it’s part of my identity and I’m proud to be a man.





ANALYTICS



BEST FEATURE

Andrew’s best feature was his penis, definitely. But he has a muscular chest, a flat stomach and firm buttocks.



ANDREW’S RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS PENIS

I think he has a great relationship with his penis. It’s important for college men to be on good terms with their private beauty. He touched it and appreciated it.



ANDREW UNDER THE COVERS



Let’s base our conclusions on the fact that Andrew was so unconstrained in the shower! He turned around a lot, joyfully showed off and touched himself, got a partial erection, and smiled affirmatively. This is a guy who likes sex! I can see him trying lots of sexual positions, as well as experimenting with sex toys, BDSM and even anal sex with other guys. It would take a lot to tame this bronco! He’d be especially good at getting his dick sucked- lots of moaning and squirming.







SUMMARY

To sum up, Andrew is a handsome, sexy and sex-positive young man with a sunny, outgoing disposition who’s also a daredevil when it comes to making love. His ideal partner would be someone who’s fine with rough, quirky and frequent sex. Any takers??!!







CAMERON:



Cameron, a recently graduated senior, is one of the trainers at the gym. A strong, sensitive type with a private beauty that he’s pretty shy about showing.



I’ve written about a lot of college guys. Some of them have had problems or issues, but it’s their so-called issues or challenges that I find makes them more attractive. For example, Evan has a small penis, but has found ways to express his masculinity through art, scholarship and service; he’s found ways to express his manhood in higher, more abstract ways that contribute to society. Apollo has a large, uncircumcised penis, and is poor, and so relies on his big penis to reinforce his sense of self-worth in an unwelcoming and unfamiliar environment. Spencer has Asperger’s, and so has trouble communicating with others, and has learned to find fellowship and belonging in the company of other naked boys.



Cameron struggles with a sense of insecurity and feelings of unworthiness. He’s quite bright academically, has always worked very hard and has a partial (very partial!) scholarship to a prestigious school. He’s a good listener, and if I ever need to talk, will stop his work out and tilt his head to one side. He likes firm handshakes, sometimes he’ll even hold onto my hand for a few seconds, squeezing, as if trying to inject me with his affection and concern. It works!



He’s a big guy, 6’1’’ 200 lbs, with hazel eyes and a lot of definition in both his upper and lower body. He’s a power lifter, a former high school baseball player, and he’s studying chemistry and economics. He wants to be a medical researcher or health care consultant. When Cameron was a freshman, he had a delicate, almost feminine beauty in spite of his muscles. He’s bulked up a little bit now! He still has some of that grace in his movements.



Cameron is polite, reserved and very kind. He’ll often spot for me or walk me through the steps of proper lifting technique. I’ve had a lot of deep conversations with him in the sauna.



He has one of the largest penises I have ever seen on an undergraduate. It was so large that I had the experience of not knowing what it was the first time I saw it. I was showering, and Cameron was walking towards me in his white towel. He was maybe twenty feet away when he took off his towel. At first I was confused. I thought it was some rolled up blanket that he was using to cover his manhood.



Then I realized it actually was his manhood.



A second later, he was so close to me that I couldn’t see his whole penis, so I took a couple steps back and saw that he was indeed circumcised. He had the beginnings of chest hair, clearly defined abdominal muscles, and a perfectly hard ass. His balls were wobbly and hung almost as low as his glans. I’m happy he didn’t shave them.



It was soon after my car accident and I was wincing from my injuries. He looked at me, a serious and compassionate look on his face. He saw I was in pain. He didn’t know the other reason I was wincing!



Cameron didn’t show off his body very often. He was very conscientious about going to and from the showers in his towel, and he changed quickly. Sometimes he would march, almost sprint, from the sauna to the showers in the nude, but they were just twenty feet away from each other. He was shy about his masculine beauty.



By removing his towel some twenty feet away from me, and allowing me to see him fully naked, Cameron was making a couple different statements. First of all, while I don’t tell the guys that I am gay, I have a very obvious gay intonation and hand gestures, mannerisms, etc. I am sure he knows I am gay. By taking off his towel, Cameron was telling me that he accepts me for what I am, and he’s asking me to accept him also. Also, he saw that I had just been in a bad accident (I don’t want to go into it) and was in pain, so he was promising me, on a subliminal level, that he would protect me. The penis is not just pleasure; it is also duty. He was pledging his friendship and loyalty to me. I was not only aroused and excited, but also moved.



He didn’t show his penis to everyone, but he showed it to me. That’s why I call Cameron not only a hunk, but a man.


**You can find my collected essays here:

For The Love Of College Boys

 

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Young men deserve to be loved, not demonized.

 

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Is the denigration of boys and young men in our culture perhaps a given?

No. Nor have you given any evidence that it is. A persuasive essay gives persuasive evidence. That you admire the beauty of youth is not evidence of denigration.

The body of your treatise Is a descriptive essay. A better title might be why you admire beautiful young men and what you fantasize about them.

Given the content I think Erotic Stories is a better forum for your content.

 

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[I am reposting this from "For the Love of College Boys" because I feel it is relevant to this discussion]

This is the one of a number of short essays that features accounts of my experiences, and observations, of naked college kids in the locker room.

These boys, I want to emphasize, are not merely beautiful bodies. They are human beings with ideas, aspirations and dreams. I love and respect them.


I often use euphemisms like “ding-dong” “donger” “wanger” “ding-a-ling” “dong” and sometimes “maleness”, “manhood” or “private masculinity” in place of “penis” which sounds a little technical, and “cock” which doesn’t sound appropriate for these handsome young angels. There are times, however, when those words also strike me as proper or apt, and then I will use them.

Many of these kids have daddy issues. For some, it’s their first extended experience of living away from mom and dad. They have a deep need for someone to listen to them. I try to hear them, empathize with them, and share my own life with them. The camaraderie with young guys is one of my favorite things about working on a College campus, and using its gym.

Finally, and it goes without saying, each college kid deserves to be loved and cherished, not for the size of his shlong, but for what’s in his heart.



APOLLO


I would reckon Apollo is just a little over six feet tall, and just under two hundred pounds. He is an ethnically mixed boy, Latino and Greek, on a needs-based scholarship, a scholarship that affords under-privileged kids the chance to study at the College. However, based on the size of his “endowment”, I’m not sure he needed the assistance! : )

Apollo has a somewhat raspy voice, uses the word “man” a lot, and often says “fuck” or “fuckin” as an intensifier. He (correctly) thinks of himself as a Latin king street fighter, but a gentle giant in the bedroom.

He is a broad-shouldered husky boy who wears baggy jeans, over-sized jackets and also a big baseball cap that covers not only his close-cropped hair, but also much of his face. I was surprised when he stripped down in front of me for the first time and saw that underneath all the macho “thugwear” he is actually pretty slender! He has a beautiful, sleek body that his extra large outfits inexplicably hide. He does have a big butt and a large uncut ding-dong, but also a well-muscled chest and good-defined abs.



I’ve noticed lower-income kids are sometimes more comfortable being nude in front of others and that is the case with Apollo. He would carry his still folded towel in his right hand, or under his elbow, and then walk to the showers completely naked, his tan line fully visible.

I took a shower with him just once. I had just finished swimming. I noticed that with one hand he would rob the soap dispenser and lather himself, while the other hand would busy itself by batting his uncircumcised masculinity. It responded like a free-standing punching bag, swinging wildly from side to side before centering itself again. Sometimes he would also tug it, prod it, nudge it and tweak it. I reflected that if his left hand ever got tired, I’d be happy to provide a replacement. I think he played baseball in high school. That makes sense ‘cause I can certify he was not lacking in balls!


What did Apollo think about his own penis? Why did he touch it so much? Maybe it was one way of celebrating his unique life situation. He was unique at the college for being of a brown complexion, and also for having a big uncut dick. By playing with it, flopping it around, he showed he belonged at the school as much as anyone else.

Afterwards, we had lunch together in the common area outside the locker room, and he shared with me his recent trip to West Africa and also his struggles as a minority, as a less-financially fortunate student at the College. I told him he made up for his money deficit in other ways, and I was being completely honest. I enjoyed hearing about his life story and journey as much as I enjoyed seeing his penis. By confiding his troubles and joys, he made himself doubly naked to me. I will always remember him for that.

 

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I'd like to share some impressions from the college gym that I work out at, especially in regards to contemporary college students and their feelings towards being naked. I work at this school, so I've long enjoyed the foibles and frolics of the kids in the locker rooms and shower. To be clear when I say "kids" I'm referring to college guys, not underage minors. I'm in my fifties and the guys are mostly boys in their late teens, so "kids" seems appropriate, even if they're officially adults. Also, these boys are still going through puberty; most of them don’t have much chest hair and some of them are still experiencing their last growth spurt. Typically the only thing that’s full grown is their manliness.

The first thing I want to say is that college kids are more likely to be comfortable getting naked in front of their friends (and strangers like me lol ) if they played sports in high school. I mean, that's to be expected. If they're already used to being naked around their teammates from playing varsity sports in high school, then getting naked in a college locker room is no big deal. This applies whether or not they play sports in college. These former athletes usually strip naked in front of their locker, leave their sweaty clothes in a heap on top of their shoes, and walk naked to and from the shower. They’ll usually leave the towel in the locker, or if they bring it, they won’t bother wrapping it around their waist but will just press it over their genitals.

Second, I've noticed that the boys will often try to make eye contact with me before disrobing, almost as if they want my permission to get naked. Permission granted! Drop your drawers, son.

Third, I've seen young men often smile when they're fully naked. Once they pull off their boxers, they'll start smiling. I guess being naked feels liberating and helps to reaffirm their manhood. Has anyone else noticed this?

Fourth, right before they pull their drawers down, they boys will sometimes grimace or smirk, like "I'm a bad boy so watch this!" It's like what an earlier poster said, how being naked can be a kind of rebellion.

Fifth, I've had many conversations with college guys in the shower where, while we're talking, they will absent-mindedly fiddle with their ding-dongs. Sometimes they'll strum it with their fingers like a guitar, other times they'll make a loose fist around it and then slowly move it up and down the shaft of the penis, like a slow simulation of masturbation. Boys with larger penises are more likely to play with themselves in this way.

Sixth, I do see erections pretty often, but they're usually not sexual in origin. After athletic competitions or practices, many of the boys will be at least partially erect in the shower, but that's because of the increased blood flow and adrenaline. Also, when toweling off, the guys will sometimes give themselves temporary erections when they rub that part of their body. In neither case, do they betray the least bit of embarrassment.

Seventh, I have seen the ridiculous towel dance too many times- but I’ve also seen a strange variation. Often a college guy will pull up his boxers with great difficulty while still wearing his towel. Then, he’ll drop his towel and go shave or talk to his friends- but he won’t mind if his dong makes the occasional cameo through the opening of his boxers! So, what’s the point of the towel dance in the first place?

Finally, these boys may be just nineteen or twenty years old, but they're old enough to drive, to vote, and to potentially get drafted and die in war. I may call them boys or kids, but when they are naked, I have no choice but to think of them as men, penetrative as the mountains, majestic as the sea.

Sometimes I think of these boys as my naked angels, angels with penises. Other times, to return to the theme of rebellion, they seem like outlaws, desperadoes. But better be careful, deputy, ‘cause these gunslingers be packin' HEAT!

 

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Today I’d like to discuss young adult butts, college boy sexual archetypes, some memorable and feisty penises, and maybe even present some case studies. Let’s call this here essay part one.



To begin: Can there be anything more beautiful than the smooth half-moon of a college boy’s butt? Although I’m most interested in college guys’ instruments of, ahem, reproduction, a rock-hard nineteen-year old behind is hard to pass by.



I remember one boy named Steve, the oldest son of a farming family from Kansas. He had light brown hair and green eyes, good broad shoulders and strong back muscles. When I first met him as a freshman he still had some baby fat clinging to him. I think he was about six three, a little awkward in his walk, with a buck-toothed smile.



Like most kids from rural areas, Steve wasn’t very modest in the locker room and was happy to let his ding-a-ling do its little rope dance as he walked from his locker to the showers.



At the start of his junior year, in the fall, I noticed that he looked trim and cut, and I asked him what he had been doing. Steve explained that he had started doing lower weights, but more reps, and that made his muscles pop out. He was defined, glorious.



I noticed that Steve was a little more hesitant to show off his tallywhacker now that he was more cut and fit. He would wear his towel to and from the showers and sometimes do the towel dance at his locker.


More often, he would simply drop the towel and wriggle into his boxers. I saw less of his shlong but I did get the chance to admire his well-defined butt. Smooth heaven.

Once I noticed that his boxers had a big hole in it, a tear, so I was able to see the crown of his manhood quite clearly. On the one hand, I was happy to see his big league pitcher again, but on the other I realized that the reason I could see his dong was because he didn’t have the money to afford new underwear.



I want to return to Steve in a minute, to speculate on his bedroom habits, but let’s look at a couple more behinds.


I remember once I saw one of our cornerbacks naked from the back. A German-American kid with short dark hair and a great tanline. I wrote in my diary that his slender white butt was like a “dollop of vanilla in a sea of burnt caramel”.


Once I was in the shower when a chiseled blond kid came in, wearing a blue towel. There’s something about the towels that young men wear that fascinate me. They’re always of a single color, so simple, usually blue or white or green. It’s very unusual to see a college kid with a fancy or ornate-patterned towel. They like simple things. Their bodies are simple, their clothes and towels are simple. That’s part of the charm of college guys- their simplicity.


There were four or five guys already in the shower, and the boy chose a showerhead close to me. He opened his towel and put it on the hook. A gentle smile, great chest definition, clearly articulated abs, a large but unassuming penis, good solid buttocks.



Then someone congratulated him on his performance at the game and I found out he was a wide receiver! I realized that’s why he had such a hard ass- all that running and lifting and training. I’m sure he maintains the same gentle smile during lovemaking. I’m also sure his partner likes running fingers over his perfect, sculpted rear end.

At one point, he literally dropped the soap! I was happy to watch him pick it up.


In our next segment, we’re going to discuss college boy sexual archetypes and how they apply to some of our favorite guys…

 

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I guess everything’s a trade-off somehow. At my last college, the locker room was posh with luxurious towels, carpets, and private stalls and private drying areas. I saw very little full college boy nudity. But I did see a lot of young guys in their boxers and briefs, and I saw a lot of great chests and abs.



At my current college, most of the guys walk around completely naked, and I mostly look at their ding-dongs. I try to look up, because their eyes are “up here”, but their masculine miracles are “down there” : )

 

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As much as we might like to see college guys naked, and the people who write on this thread most certainly do, we need to do more than just take them as eye candy if we want to understand them, what makes them tick.



What do college guys think about? The answer, of course, in order is:



Sex, takeout, the basketball game, sex, cleaning their dorm room, hanging with the bros, sex, cramming for the exam, re-watching the “Wolf of Wall Street” and sex.



I was ringing up a couple of ladies at the campus gift shop. My assistant was a college boy named Frankie. As Frankie was helping me bag, I saw him look longingly at both the mother and the daughter. The daughter was a slender waif of a college girl, white-blond hair, nice seductive eyes. Her mother was an absolute MILF, who could easily pass as her daughter’s older sister. Frankie couldn’t stop looking at them. I could feel his masculine heat.



After they left, I saw his face was flushed. College boys can’t hide their sexual attraction. I like that.



I also like the innocence of college boys. Once I was walking down the quad and I saw an attractive underclassman, a kid with light brown hair, maybe five foot eight, with a light build. I asked him what he was studying and he said “Theatre!”, too loud. And I said, imitating his loud manner, “You’ll be RICH!” He looked at me and said, once again, loudly, “You’ll be rich, TOO!” His voice cracked a little bit on the last word.



I wanted to pull his pants down and rail his beautiful behind.



Another time, I asked one of the members of our baseball team where he was from, where he lived, and he gave me his exact home address! “555 Park Ridge Drive, Durban Ohio” (Not his real address). So endearing.



College boys aren’t always very self-aware. That can make their locker room foibles all the more charming. Last week I saw a college kid posing shirtless in front of the mirror. He was flexing his muscles and making classic, if exaggerated body building poses. He was a brown-haired boy with beautifully articulated stomach muscles, a smooth but well-developed chest, and well-rounded biceps. He still had some “baby fat” around his waist, but that just accentuated his overall toned physique. Also, his belly button stuck out a little! I’m saying he wasn’t that self-aware because the poses he was striking were a bit silly- like Rodin’s “Thinker” or the classic two-fisted abdominal flex. He was showing off his manhood, but his poses showed me that he was still basically a boy, a work in progress.



Another time, I went to a college wrestling tournament. I came early to watch the weigh in. I enjoyed being in a gymnasium full of college guys in their boxers. Interestingly, the doctors, who were officiating were all women (gee, I wonder why?). I noticed one boy, a Latino, walked up to the scales, only in his skivvies, weighed himself, and then grabbed his package. Then another boy, an Irish-looking kid with red hair, went up and stepped on the scales. When he finished, he also clutched at this manhood! Then, I saw each and every boy did the same thing: get weighed, and then touched themselves through their boxers! And the panel of female doctors were right there! They pretended not to look, and I don’t think the boys clutched at their goods to draw the attention of the women, it was just an instinctual grab. But each and every wrestler adjusted himself, announcing that this right here is what makes him a man.



The other day, our college hosted a regional tennis tournament. A couple different schools participated. I attended the practice “exhibition” round. Afterwards, I chatted with one of the visiting teams in the locker room; we were just talking about the history of the sport, and our favorite players of yesteryear. I saw one boy, “Brian” a tall, dark-haired boy with a nice tan, possibly Latino, with a light but muscular build. He stripped down right in front of one of the stalls, and I was surprised that he had such a big butt! I guess that’s something I’m coming to accept, how big guys have big butts. It’s just their bodies are often so lean and toned, that their big asses seem somehow incongruous.



Anyway, I was yammering away with the boys, most of them were already in their boxers, when one of their star players, Lucas, came back from his shower, with his towel held over his front, his butt fully exposed. He had a cute, petite butt, that I actually prefer.



He turned around to face us, lifting his towel away from his groin to dry off his back.



Ladies: the future may be female, but Lucas is MALE!



In my vernacular I don’t use the word “penis” very often when describing college boy genitalia. I prefer terms that are less clinical, more light-hearted and descriptive. They include, in order of increasing size: ding-a-ling, ding-dong, donger, wang, shlong, and DONG.



Lucas’ “boxer python” was on the large end of “dong”, easily one of the biggest cream-slingers I have seen on a college boy. It was an uncut beauty, raw and powerful. I was talking a little bit about my love of tennis, and my admiration for some players, and Lucas just listened, his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide and innocent. I’ve seen that posture before when I talk to naked college boys. It’s a posture they adopt when they are curious or interested in what you have to say, or are looking for validation or approval. Lucas, you just keep doing what you’re doing, baby. You pass with flying colors!



I really prefer circumcised penises because they have more character. Most of the personality of the penis is in the head. Uncut men don’t seem to be fully nude somehow. As another poster mentioned, there’s a kind of total nakedness that comes from a circumcised and fully exposed glans. But boys like Lucas are teaching me to love uncut penises, too. They’re very sensitive.



Somehow, all the hard work that Lucas has put into his tennis, all the training, winning scholarships to tennis camps, and

getting into a prestigious overseas program is registered in his lean body. He is six feet, zero inches,, but looks taller because of his light 170 lbs. frame. He has tight, steely biceps and triceps, great traps, great ab definition, and a nice line of silk hair down his chest and stomach. He is stacked with quick twitch muscles and has a truly feline grace. He has a winning, quirky smile, and perpetually ear-length, uncombed blond-brown hair. He likes Polish prog rock, essential oils and reading “serious” books. His balls vie with his dork in size and lopsided beauty.



I’ve noticed that the other boys were a little hesitant to walk around fully nude, but Lucas didn’t have that reluctance. I think he had the longest penis on the team, so in some way it was the team mascot. It was his way of reminding his teammates that they are the biggest, and best.



The fact that he had no hesitation in showing me his uncut masculinity, and that he looked at me with that open, trusting expression, tells me volumes about his behavior in bed. If I could interview any of his girlfriends, I’m sure she would tell me that as a lover, he is open, wholehearted, sincere and vulnerable. I think the discipline he’s acquired from tennis helps him to last a long time. He can control himself, and wait for the right shot.



At the same time, I don’t think Lucas has had the easiest life. I think he’s known poverty and strife. He’s had to fight to survive. I also think he is, if not a religious man, then a man of deep values. So, sex for him would not just be for pleasure, but it would have to mean something to him. I think his lovemaking would be deliberate and intense.



Once, during Wimbledon, a Czech player was asked by a reporter why he never bothered to learn English. He said he never had to, his racquet was his interpreter. Similarly, in bed, Lucas’ uncut champion needs no interpreter to “love” and “serve”!



On his social page, one of his (male) Polish friends wrote the word “seksia” under Lucas’ profile photo. I could not agree more.

 

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[Note: This is a revised and updated version of an essay that originally appeared in thread “For the love of college boys”]

CASE STUDY: SPENCER

Today I want to talk about a recently graduated college boy named Spencer.

As I’m typing this I’m looking at a selfie Spencer took recently. His left leg is upraised, his foot resting on a toilet seat, his blue shorts pulled back to show his inner thigh. You can see where his tan ends. His plaid shirt is unbuttoned to show an un-ironed white t-shirt. His light brown hair is a bit tossled.

He has a big Adam’s apple, and is smiling into his cell phone.
Spencer stands at about 5 foot eleven inches tall, is slender with a perpetual tan. He plays many sports and is a member of both the club track and club triathlon teams. He told me he trains up to five hours a day! His stomach muscles support that claim.
We’re going to take off his clothes in a minute, and adjust the camera lens to focus on his dork. It’s a big one and plays an important role in his self-conception as an athlete and as a man.

But before we discuss his yo-yo, I just want to mention that Spencer suffers from Asperger’s. Part of my attraction to college boys stems from their tough-guy posturing. But often it’s just a surface façade, or an act, that hides a lot of emotional uncertainty and fear. They are full-grown men who still remember sleeping with teddy bears and often send their laundry home.

College boys often struggle to verbalise their emotions, and so resort to drinking and sex in an effort to connect. Women usually don’t hit their sexual peak until their mid to late thirties, whereas college guys are in the zone! It’s the juncture of their slender, delicate bodies, innocence, hazy thinking, and bottled-up sexual frustration that fascinates me.
I want to emphasize that I practice caution in my interactions with college boys, and I encourage readers to do the same. They are vulnerable young people, and so older men (and women!) have a responsibility to treat them with utmost care. This is especially true in the case of kids like Spencer who deal with special social or psychological difficulties.

Spencer’s struggle with Aperger’s:

Spencer has Asperger’s syndrome, which can make it difficult for him to relate to his teammates, or to other people in general. Once I had to get something from my locker, but he had placed his big gym bag in front of it. I politely asked if he could move his bag and he said too loud, “I’m going to move it!”

If I asked him casually how his swim practice went, he might answer something like ,“It was fine!” He wasn’t trying to be rude. It’s just he took any question as a possible threat to his established routine, so therefore he would respond with some force or irritation. That’s common among Asperger’s syndrome sufferers.
I also thought that his tendency to shout might reflect our age difference: I’m more than twice his age, so maybe he was just clinging to a childhood pattern of reacting to adults. If his mom called him for dinner, perhaps he would shout, “I’ll be right there! I’m finishing my game!”

That also can point to his need for order or an established routine.
Sometimes he would interrupt two of his teammates when they were talking just to ask them something totally unrelated and they would just try to involve him in their discussion. They knew he struggled with sociability and I appreciated their kindness towards him.

He has a younger brother named Adam, who sometimes trained with the team in the weight room. Adam has a more serious case of Asperger’s than Spencer, and couldn’t participate in any of the meets. I never saw Adam in the locker room which is a shame because I would have liked to have seen him naked. He was slender, like his brother, but he was a ginger!

Spencer naked:

But I did see a lot of Spencer. He never bothered wearing a towel to and from the shower. He would shower, go to his locker and reach for…his phone. The towel could wait. He would play some action game on his I-phone that would make him rock from side to side, sometimes even lurch, and that of course prompted his penis to flail around.
I was fascinated by his body. I mean, he had so much trouble communicating his thoughts and feelings, but he could make a statement on the pool, on the track and on his bike. And if all else failed, he could get naked. His spine had a gentle s-curve that made both his chest and butt stick out.

His circumcised donger was large and beautiful. It also served as a bellwether for how happy he was with practice. The larger it was, the more pleased he was with his time.

Spencer’s relationship with his own penis:

Spencer walked around the locker room naked a lot, but he usually only showered in the stalls, so I never got to see how much self-touching he does. He did sit in the sauna naked, but I didn’t see him touching himself in there either.

As a lifelong swimmer, I think he was accustomed to being naked in front of other people from an early age. So for him, being publicly nude might not have been very sexually evocative.
He wears really tight speedos, but he didn’t have much of a bulge. I was surprised the first time I saw him take off his speedo and saw he was carrying a magnum. I like to think he got some satisfaction in surprising people at how big his dork was.

He served as team captain his last two years which is typical for boys with big penises. Their teammates often instinctively want to be led by a large-dicked man. I don’t know how effective Spencer was as a leader, but he did have that box checked!

Spencer in the bedroom:

In spite of his Asperger's, sometimes Spencer revealed real social sensitivity.

Once I finished my swim after he did, and I went to my locker, but his big backpack was, as usual, blocking it. This time I didn’t have to say anything. Spencer just looked at me and asked, “Are you here?” and then moved it very politely for me.

I realized at that moment that Spencer might be pretty good in bed! He’s the kind of guy whose lovemaking style would involve him pausing occasionally to whisper in his partner’s ear, “Hey, am I going too fast? Am I pushing too hard?”

You’d have to reassure him a couple times, but once Spencer got into his groove, he’d be unstoppable!

Spencer leads by example:

Once the school’s triathlon team qualified for the national tournament. All the guys were so excited!

Even Spencer was stoked. I remember it was just a few days before they were going to fly out to wherever the tournament was being held (somewhere in Colorado maybe), and Spencer and his friend Jake had just finished their last practice and were sopping wet from the pool. Spencer peeled his speedo down to his ankles and I saw his trouser snake was raising its head!

I wanted to stroke it.

In spite of his big floppy size, Spencer was a grower!

Jake, a quiet, withdrawn French boy, pulled his speedo off just after Spencer did, and I noticed his penis was upwardly aligned with Spencer's. Spencer's excitement gave Jake permission to show off his own arousal. I was surprised because even though Jake's penis was uncut, it looked just like Spencer's when erect.

I guess this connects with the “subliminal lingo” between guys that I spoke of earlier. It’s always wonderful to see.

Spencer out in the world:

A year after he graduated, Spencer came to my office to get some paperwork (I worked at that time for the bursar’s office). I asked him how life was outside of school.

“It’s fine!” he said, once again too loud.

I gave him the transcripts he had requested and gave him a smile. He gave me the beginnings of a half-smile, the only time he ever smiled at me. That’s ok, because he had already showed me his boyish charm and lovely, athletic body. He’ll always be one of my favorites.

I saw recently on his social media feed that he needs to get laid.

Ladies, give Spencer a chance. He's a jock who has a big jock. He might be a little stiff and bashful, but he has a pretty face and a lot of stamina. And his stiff, bashful racehorse between his legs might make you the happiest woman in the world!

 

[IdeaOfOrder]

Once, during a wrestling tournament, I walked into the locker room to use the bathroom. Our facility has both communal and stall showers there. I noticed that one of the stall showers was in use. After I took a whiz I noticed the boy was drying off right next to my locker.



We had a nice long talk. His name was Gavin, a well-muscled freshman with a Mediterranean olive complexion. He had a slight yet strong frame, handsome, even features, brown hair and eyes, a somewhat bent nose, a shy smile, good abs. Then he opened and dropped his towel and put one leg up on the bench, vigorously drying himself off.

I don’t know how many matches he won, but this kid had BALLS. He had a good penis too, that hung at an odd angle, but his family jewels stole the show.

He kept his eyes somewhat averted during our discussion, out of deference and respect. He told me he had wrestled all his life, and that he was excited to discover what he could do as a college wrestler (he had had a very illustrious high school career).



Then he did something that took my breath away.


He put on his wrestling socks. It was the first time I had seen up close the kind of socks wrestlers wear, it’s of a very thin material, almost of the fabric of hose.



He put on his socks before his boxers.



This eighteen year old boy was comfortable enough being naked around older adult men that he put on his socks before covering his genitals.



I wanted to cover his chest with grateful kisses.



I realized this boy would probably be dynamite in bed. One of the main requisites for excellent sex is courage. He just showed me he had that.

I wanted to get back to the match, so I held up my fist and he met it with his. We didn’t bump that hard, but the connection still made his testicles shiver.

It was the first time I ever touched a naked college boy while being fully dressed myself.

I love you Gavin.

 

[IdeaOfOrder]

Boys in the buff

I sometimes like to start and conclude each "case study" essay with a section entitled “Curios”. A ‘curio’ per the Oxford English dictionary is “a rare, unusual or intriguing object”. The curios I’d like to share are the college boys whose penises were somehow abnormal, or abnormally large, or crooked, or in some other way surprised me by deviating from the typical young adult bushwhacker. I’m not making fun of these kids or their unusual dongs, I’m presenting them as specimens that deserve to be loved for their uniqueness. The ‘curio’ sections will focus less on the personality and background of the boy, and focus more exclusively on his penis and its atypical beauty. I think the ‘curio’ section will serve as amusing bookenders for these essays. I may, at times, expand a ‘curio’ bookender into a later full-length piece.

Curio 1

Name: Clay

Age: 21

Major: Economics

Position: Lifeguard Instructor

Clay is about 6’1’’, and about two hundred pounds, with light olive skin and close-cut brown hair. He has experience mountain climbing and dirt bike racing, but now works at training each year’s new cohort of lifeguards. Has an awkward, masculine vibe, and is soft spoken in spite of his deep baritone voice. Clay is kind of shy in the locker room, wears a towel to and from the shower, but usually dries off at his locker. His style of drying off is to turn the towel around and around his waist without ever opening it. But of course it’s not very effective, so he has to open it eventually. That’s what he did that night. After a few minutes he took off his towel to wipe his dick, almost swatting it, and I noticed it was just a big, floppy head! It swiveled from side to side as he dried it, but it had almost no shaft at all, just a big, beautiful glans. A rare penis type, and thus happily merits the designation of first ‘curio’.

Case study: Jonathan

Jonathan is a well-built twenty year old kid, about five nine, with dark brown hair that looks lighter when wet, with brown eyes. He has a slender build, has good biceps and chest definition, and walks with a certain understated grace. He likes smooth jazz, alternative rock and playing card games. He’s a quiet modest boy who sometimes wonders if he’s charming enough to attract the right woman. He should give himself more credit, however, for he has *more* than enough below the belt to entice even the most discriminating female!

The first time I saw Jonathan naked, I had just finished a thirty mile bike ride and was lounging in the shower. My usual shower, at the end of a long line of shower heads, was not giving me the hot water I wanted, so I picked the one at the very end that faced the door. Jonathan loped in, completely naked, and chose one of the middle shower heads. I noticed he was wearing a necklace with a star of David, but that it was hard to see because it was a little obscured by his chest hair. I love it when I see a college guy with chest hair; it’s a little unusual. He had a shy smile.

I also like it when a college boy wears a necklace in the shower, because it’s a kind of little adornment that somehow complements his total nakedness.

He had a long, skinny penis and a pretty hefty pair of testicles. The tip of his penis was a little elongated. He touched himself just once, tweaking his penis and then lifting and pressing it to his navel and then letting it go.

He smiled the whole time, and took his time washing and lathering himself. He didn’t bring his towel, so he walked back to his locker completely naked and wet.

The second time I saw Jonathan naked, everything was the same. I still chose the shower head farthest from the door, but facing the rest of the room. Jonathan took his time washing himself, and this time he touched himself three times. Once again he smiled shyly the whole time. I wanted to run my hands down his hairy chest and stomach.

I could tell by the way he touched himself that he didn’t jerk off as much as some of the football players did, but he jerked off more than some of the devout Christian homeschooled boys. His masturbation pattern was normal, maybe once or twice a week.
I also got the sense from his graceful movements, smile and thoroughness that he would be a thoughtful lover. He’s the kind of guy who knows how much women enjoy being kissed, and kissed deeply, passionately. I don’t think he’s had that many girlfriends and is a little scared of rejection. He needs to develop more confidence in himself as someone with a gift for honest and satisfying lovemaking. I can tell that after climax he would again lavish kisses on his woman, thanking her for being so wonderful to him. A gem.

A week later, I walked into the weight room and I was facing the mirror, about to do a biceps work out. I saw Jonathan sitting at one of the chest press machines, motionless, looking at me in the wall mirror. He was squinting, his head tilted, a confused grimace on his face.

I could read the silent question:
“Were you looking at my penis in the shower?”

He looked at me that way for maybe twenty seconds and then walked to another part of the room. I didn’t respond to his silent query, but I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t just looking at his penis, I was looking at him as an integral MAN, as someone who has a lot of love, who has dreams and interesting plans.

And I wanted to tell him how grateful I am for helping me understand more fully how college boys can be innocent and sexual at the same time. In the same way, I am grateful to all my beautiful boys.

Curio

Name: “Daniel”
Sport: Swimming
Age: 19

I didn’t catch “Daniel’s” actual name. He was part of a visiting swim team. It was a dual meet with many schools. Dual meets are interesting because swimmers have to squeeze into much smaller, tighter competition speedos which are much harder to put on than their usual swimwear. It takes a long time, and is very, uh, revealing. : )
Daniel is about five eleven, with bleached blond hair and dark blond eyebrows. He has broad shoulders, is well-muscled and has a lot of boyish confidence. He carries himself with a little bit of a nonchalant swagger, as if he’s used to being the most popular kid in school, and gets invited to all the best parties.

The first time I saw Daniel naked, I saw him from behind. He was in the row of lockers behind me, so I saw him changing in the mirror. His back was turned to me. He had a great butt, muscular, well-toned and defined buttocks, broad and hard. He was talking to his friends and laughing as he squirmed into the tiny competition speedo.

The next day, I saw another side of Daniel. He was struggling once again to put on the speedo, but this time he was facing the mirror at an angle and his ding-dong was very visible.

Holy Moly Batman! It was a big one! Put Gotham City on high alert!

And it was semi-erect!

Whenever a college kid gets a boner, it immediately activates my maternal instincts. I want to stroke it.

What makes his hard-on a “curio”, however, is that the tip of it pointed down! It was crooked, like the beak of a stork!

I’ve seen very few college boy penises like Daniel’s, which point the wrong way when aroused.

I’m very happy to add Daniel’s beautiful, whimsical member to our incipient collection.

 

[IdeaOfOrder]

Functional Beauty
(A short case study)


Once after a wrestling meet, I saw a well-built kid, maybe nineteen or twenty, removing his singlet. I think his name is Jason. He was slender but with broad shoulders, five-eleven I think. He had dark hair, great definition in his chest, a perfectly flat stomach. His spine had a little s-curve, that made his chest and butt stick out a little.


His skin was bronzed from sun bathing, obviously, because when he finally worked his way out of his outfit, I saw the contrast in his waist and lower mid-section. I wanted to kiss his pasty white buttocks.


He kind of pranced to the showers, walking like a rapper with his toes pointed out; it made his ding-dong flip from side to side like a trout!


His large balls trembled as he walked, almost as loose as his dong.


I was interested in his vermiculate penis. It wasn’t a humongous one, but it was just slightly above average, and as I said, torsional.


I wanted to see him hard.


I had just finished my shower and had already changed into fresh underwear. Then a minute later, I realized I had “forgotten” my locker token so I went back into the shower area to retrieve it. Jason was showering and laughing with his friends, but he made a tight fist around the tip of his penis when he saw me. I told them I was looking for my token. They all craned their necks and looked all around for it, Jason still holding fast to the end of his shlong. Then I realized it was actually in my shorts pocket! So I thanked them for helping me and they smiled and waved.


I found it interesting that Jason was fine being totally naked in the public setting of the locker room, walking to and from the showers nude, but he hid his glans, the head of his penis, in his fist when he had to interact with an older man. I think he hid his glans out of respect, and not necessarily out of embarrassment.


What might Jason be like in bed?


I get the sense he’s a very polite boy, as evidenced by his courtesy and modesty in the shower, so I think he’d be very gentle in foreplay. I think this would take the form of very soft open-mouth kisses and caresses and also whispered professions of affection.


But there’s another side to Jason as evidenced by his naked locker room confidence, his jaunty walk, and his big balls. (Not enough research has been done on the psychological implications of younger guys with big testicles, so I try to include them when I create a college boy’s sexual profile)


I get the sense from Jason’s easy smile and self-possession that he’s something of a lady’s man, just a bit of a rake. He knows he's a adorable. And when it comes time for penetrative sex, copulation, this young heartthrob’s accelerator goes from zero to 220 in ten seconds flat!


Careful ladies, this hot rod’s burning up the tarmac!


Jason’s a warrior on the mat, a gentleman at the formal, and a tiger under the covers.


Thanks for brightening my day, Jason. A true race-car specimen, you show us all how form follows function.

 

[IdeaOfOrder]

I’d like to share some impressions from a recent college soccer game I attended, focusing on the behavior of the boys in the locker room and shower.



Practically nobody’s ever heard of my college which sits on the bottom rung of a subdivision of D-1. We play mostly D-2 schools, small colleges.



A rather well-practiced team from out-of-state put our guys on the ropes, but through a combination of skill and dumb luck our team prevailed. I think we just scored a lucky shot.



In spite of losing, the other team clearly knew their own mettle, and the mood in the locker room was cheerful, if a bit resigned. I had watched the whole game, and in fact had gone for a twenty-mile bike ride earlier in the day, and felt entitled to a long shower. I got there before the boys did and picked one of the middle shower heads. It gives me a commanding view of the whole room.



The Hair

When I had almost finished my shave, but before I had begun soaping up, the first kid from the opposing team appeared in the doorway, completely naked.



Usually I’m not taken aback by college guy nudity. I’m kind of used to it. But this boy was a specimen! I was really taken aback, almost shocked by his nakedness. Such elemental beauty. He was 6-1 and ruggedly handsome and slender. Tousled dark hair that just covered his ears. He had a shaggy treasure trail that ran from his solar plexus to his navel. It got coarser and broader the lower it went. I wanted to run my hands over his hirsute stomach. He had the quintessential college boy penis! It was long, but not overly so, and the three parts of his shlong- the shaft, the ridge right before the head, and his circumcised and fully-exposed glans- were perfectly delineated. Well-shaped, even testicles. He doesn’t shave down there.



I think his name is Nolan.



He stood in the doorway, for maybe five seconds, looked at me and scanned the whole room, his mouth hanging a little ajar, and then disappeared. He came back a minute or two later. His penis shook as he walked. I wanted to hold it.



Nolan took a shower head opposite me, and looked at me with his mouth hanging open, an inquiring look on his face. He then did some gentle calisthenics, maybe as a set of cooling-down exercises after a hard match. He stood first on one leg, then the other. He stretched his arms over his head and slowly brought them down while leaning forward. He also practiced some slow pelvic thrusts while keeping his arms wide open, almost in a hugging posture. I particularly enjoyed that last exercise because of its resonance with copulation.



At no point did he try to hide or conceal his penis.



It's rare to find a penis that’s perfectly proportional, and his was so no exception. The tip and the last couple inches of the shaft hung a little crooked, like a fish-hook. I was curious what his erection would look like, but I didn’t have to wonder for long. When his friends joined him, and they all started talking about the game, his penis would add emphasis to whatever was said by pulsing up from his initial, flaccid state, to a condition of second or third-degree arousal! And the front part of his penis got more bent as he got more erect! I like unusual penises.



From his penis I could kind of infer some features of his character- his modesty, his bashfulness, his determination, his quiet joy, his elegance, his delight in his friends.



I don’t think he’s that comfortable yet with intense emotional or romantic relationships. He might want to experiment with different women (I’m assuming he’s heterosexual), but he might be a little reserved when it comes to sex. One suggestion I have for his partner would be to let him take the bottom position, so that he wouldn’t be expected to show power and dominance. Just let him thrust up, and get used to the art of penetrative sex. As he gains confidence, he can improve his stroke and rhythm. When he’s secure enough in himself, he can top- and let his sublimated masculinity express itself. He has the body of a MAN, but at eighteen and a half years of age, he still has the mental equipment of a boy. But judging from its perkiness in the shower, his physical equipment is chomping at the bit! What he cannot yet verbalise due to his youth, his penis can express in a different way: declarations in sperm.



He looked at me a couple times in the locker room, quizzically, as if to say, “What are you doing here?” Or “Were you watching me in the shower?” Of course I don’t leer at boys. I don’t take excessively long showers. But if my gaze makes these college boys feel helpless or objectified, it’s an *opportunity* for them to overcome their own self-consciousness, and to see that their bodies are a gift that they can joyously share. They have nothing to fear from me. I love them and am deeply grateful to them for their masculinity. Real masculinity means being able to be vulnerable at times.



The Jockey

Another boy chose a shower head close to the first one. I’ll call the second boy Michael. A nineteen year old boy, he walked naked from his locker to the shower, his towel pressed over his genitals. He had a big butt, a baby face, a private smile and, although only apparent once he dropped his towel, a pretty big dick! He was actually a nationally ranked jockey in high school! Considering the thoroughbred between his thighs it’s not surprising he knows something about horses. I was as fascinated by his soft, shapely ass as I was by his penis. He is muscular and voluptuous, and is, I think, unfortunately prone to quick increases in weight. But if he can stay active and fit, he should be able to keep his boyish good looks well into his twenties. I’d take a parcel from him anytime, wherever he wanted to drop it off!



I could tell by his affable banter with his teammates that he’s confident, gentle and is a good communicator. His background in both racing and soccer, and his ease in communication, makes me feel he’d be an effective and generous lover. At the same time, he’s not afraid to ask for what he wants. He might suggest to his lover something like, “Hey would you mind sucking my dick for a few minutes, and then I’ll play with you for a while?” I think his strokes are deep, rhythmic and fast.



Man of the week

Hard to choose! But one college kid on the team deserves the laurel, even in the face of STIFF competition. Brennan, this week’s winner, is a first year student, blond and brawny and, at six-three, the second tallest guy on the team. But he definitely has the broadest shoulders, and certainly the most muscly chest! During the game, the referee red-flagged him for shoving, so he had to sit out almost the whole second half of the game. After the ref made his call, he strutted back to his seat with his toes pointed out, rocking from side to side, his hands on his hips, like Popeye the Sailor-man. It was his way of both mocking an incompetent ref, but also finding levity in the situation, in spite of it being the last game of the season.



I liked the fact the team wore red shirts. Red’s a good color for hot-blooded boys.



I saw Brennan in the locker room, as I was walking back from my shower. He was completely naked, and he was playing hackey-sack with his puce day-pack, attempting to drop kick it with his right foot. He missed, widely, but the sidewise kick made him lose his balance and he almost fell. (You can fall on me anytime Brennan) He laughed and so did everyone else.



I love it when college boys socialize through naked horseplay. Brennan provided me with a really good example of that.



His penis was a little thicc boy, but solid, compact, and I am *sure* he is a Jack-in-the-box when erect, a Chinese folding sword whose length defies description when fully extended.



Our eyes met just at the moment he steadied himself: Baby blue.



I wanted him inside of me.



Often guys’ lovemaking behavior goes totally counter to their normal daily comportment. Shy guys sometimes become very exuberant during sex. So, for all of Brennan’s lighthearted, daredevil antics, I think that, during copulation, he would be very serious, silent, concentrated. The old trickster might come out right afterwards, but during the actual act I see him as being really focused and intense. He’s a hard worker, both on the field, in school, and in bed, and in his case, hard work pays off.



Brennan, in spite of stiff competition from your stiff, beautiful teammates- for your good looks, for your levity on the field, and for your boyish locker room shenanigans, you win the title of Man of the Week. You should let your homeboys wear your laurel wreath sometimes. It’s a collective victory.



--IdeaOfOrder

 

[IdeaOfOrder]

I’d like to share some impressions from a recent college soccer game I attended, focusing on the behavior of the boys in the locker room and shower.



Practically nobody’s ever heard of my college which sits on the bottom rung of a subdivision of D-1. We play mostly D-2 schools, small colleges.



A rather well-practiced team from out-of-state put our guys on the ropes, but through a combination of skill and dumb luck our team prevailed. I think we just scored a lucky shot.



In spite of losing, the other team clearly knew their own mettle, and the mood in the locker room was cheerful, if a bit resigned. I had watched the whole game, and in fact had gone for a twenty-mile bike ride earlier in the day, and felt entitled to a long shower. I got there before the boys did and picked one of the middle shower heads. It gives me a commanding view of the whole room.



The Hair

When I had almost finished my shave, but before I had begun soaping up, the first kid from the opposing team appeared in the doorway, completely naked.



Usually I’m not taken aback by college guy nudity. I’m kind of used to it. But this boy was a specimen! I was really taken aback, almost shocked by his nakedness. Such elemental beauty. He was 6-1 and ruggedly handsome and slender. Tousled dark hair that just covered his ears. He had a shaggy treasure trail that ran from his solar plexus to his navel. It got coarser and broader the lower it went. I wanted to run my hands over his hirsute stomach. He had the quintessential college boy penis! It was long, but not overly so, and the three parts of his shlong- the shaft, the ridge right before the head, and his circumcised and fully-exposed glans- were perfectly delineated. Well-shaped, even testicles. He doesn’t shave down there.



I think his name is Nolan.



He stood in the doorway, for maybe five seconds, looked at me and scanned the whole room, his mouth hanging a little ajar, and then disappeared. He came back a minute or two later. His penis shook as he walked. I wanted to hold it.



Nolan took a shower head opposite me, and looked at me with his mouth hanging open, an inquiring look on his face. He then did some gentle calisthenics, maybe as a set of cooling-down exercises after a hard match. He stood first on one leg, then the other. He stretched his arms over his head and slowly brought them down while leaning forward. He also practiced some slow pelvic thrusts while keeping his arms wide open, almost in a hugging posture. I particularly enjoyed that last exercise because of its resonance with copulation.



At no point did he try to hide or conceal his penis.



It's rare to find a penis that’s perfectly proportional, and his was so no exception. The tip and the last couple inches of the shaft hung a little crooked, like a fish-hook. I was curious what his erection would look like, but I didn’t have to wonder for long. When his friends joined him, and they all started talking about the game, his penis would add emphasis to whatever was said by pulsing up from his initial, flaccid state, to a condition of second or third-degree arousal! And the front part of his penis got more bent as he got more erect! I like unusual penises.



From his penis I could kind of infer some features of his character- his modesty, his bashfulness, his determination, his quiet joy, his elegance, his delight in his friends.



I don’t think he’s that comfortable yet with intense emotional or romantic relationships. He might want to experiment with different women (I’m assuming he’s heterosexual), but he might be a little reserved when it comes to sex. One suggestion I have for his partner would be to let him take the bottom position, so that he wouldn’t be expected to show power and dominance. Just let him thrust up, and get used to the art of penetrative sex. As he gains confidence, he can improve his stroke and rhythm. When he’s secure enough in himself, he can top- and let his sublimated masculinity express itself. He has the body of a MAN, but at eighteen and a half years of age, he still has the mental equipment of a boy. But judging from its perkiness in the shower, his physical equipment is chomping at the bit! What he cannot yet verbalise due to his youth, his penis can express in a different way: declarations in sperm.



He looked at me a couple times in the locker room, quizzically, as if to say, “What are you doing here?” Or “Were you watching me in the shower?” Of course I don’t leer at boys. I don’t take excessively long showers. But if my gaze makes these college boys feel helpless or objectified, it’s an *opportunity* for them to overcome their own self-consciousness, and to see that their bodies are a gift that they can joyously share. They have nothing to fear from me. I love them and am deeply grateful to them for their masculinity. Real masculinity means being able to be vulnerable at times.



The Jockey

Another boy chose a shower head close to the first one. I’ll call the second boy Michael. A nineteen year old boy, he walked naked from his locker to the shower, his towel pressed over his genitals. He had a big butt, a baby face, a private smile and, although only apparent once he dropped his towel, a pretty big dick! He was actually a nationally ranked jockey in high school! Considering the thoroughbred between his thighs it’s not surprising he knows something about horses. I was as fascinated by his soft, shapely ass as I was by his penis. He is muscular and voluptuous, and is, I think, unfortunately prone to quick increases in weight. But if he can stay active and fit, he should be able to keep his boyish good looks well into his twenties. I’d take a parcel from him anytime, wherever he wanted to drop it off!



I could tell by his affable banter with his teammates that he’s confident, gentle and is a good communicator. His background in both racing and soccer, and his ease in communication, makes me feel he’d be an effective and generous lover. At the same time, he’s not afraid to ask for what he wants. He might suggest to his lover something like, “Hey would you mind sucking my dick for a few minutes, and then I’ll play with you for a while?” I think his strokes are deep, rhythmic and fast.



Man of the week

Hard to choose! But one college kid on the team deserves the laurel, even in the face of STIFF competition. Brennan, this week’s winner, is a first year student, blond and brawny and, at six-three, the second tallest guy on the team. But he definitely has the broadest shoulders, and certainly the most muscly chest! During the game, the referee red-flagged him for shoving, so he had to sit out almost the whole second half of the game. After the ref made his call, he strutted back to his seat with his toes pointed out, rocking from side to side, his hands on his hips, like Popeye the Sailor-man. It was his way of both mocking an incompetent ref, but also finding levity in the situation, in spite of it being the last game of the season.



I liked the fact the team wore red shirts. Red’s a good color for hot-blooded boys.



I saw Brennan in the locker room, as I was walking back from my shower. He was completely naked, and he was playing hackey-sack with his puce day-pack, attempting to drop kick it with his right foot. He missed, widely, but the sidewise kick made him lose his balance and he almost fell. (You can fall on me anytime Brennan) He laughed and so did everyone else.



I love it when college boys socialize through naked horseplay. Brennan provided me with a really good example of that.



His penis was a little thicc boy, but solid, compact, and I am *sure* he is a Jack-in-the-box when erect, a Chinese folding sword whose length defies description when fully extended.



Our eyes met just at the moment he steadied himself: Baby blue.



I wanted him inside of me.



Often guys’ lovemaking behavior goes totally counter to their normal daily comportment. Shy guys sometimes become very exuberant during sex. So, for all of Brennan’s lighthearted, daredevil antics, I think that, during copulation, he would be very serious, silent, concentrated. The old trickster might come out right afterwards, but during the actual act I see him as being really focused and intense. He’s a hard worker, both on the field, in school, and in bed, and in his case, hard work pays off.



Brennan, in spite of stiff competition from your stiff, beautiful teammates- for your good looks, for your levity on the field, and for your boyish locker room shenanigans, you win the title of Man of the Week. You should let your homeboys wear your laurel wreath sometimes. It’s a collective victory.



--IdeaOfOrder

College boys are walking contradictions, and those contradictions are laid bare when they are naked. When Nolan stood at the door of the shower room for the first time, he exemplified at once the appeal and the limitations of the young adult male. He looked momentarily confused when he saw me and realized we would be showering together. At the same time, he had just helped his team to hold their own against a superior rival, and he had shown extraordinary athleticism and skill in the game. His physical vitality was at odds with his temporary bewilderment. He was still basking in the glow of a game well played while feeling nervous about being naked around an older stranger- confidence and uncertainty were both registered on his face. But he didn’t even carry a towel, so he obviously expected other people in the locker room to handle the fact of his full frontal truth.



At the same time, I was confronted by the mere fact of his nudity, - a light, feathery body that was muscular and defined. His hairy chest and stomach belied his youth, while his large sex organ, beautiful for its anomalous, patched-together shape, made me feel that its apotheosis was waiting in his sexual future.



But the moment this boy stood in the doorway is etched in my memory forever. The tension between us, the tension within himself, and the taut balance of forces that all college boys must endure, suffer and transcend made that experience a moment of revelation.



Thank you, Nolan, for the gift of you.

 

[IdeaOfOrder]

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 (handsome, bronzed, 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.

 

[IdeaOfOrder]

Another college guy locker room tale:

For The Love Of College Boys