[Shower] [Athletes] Patient Pete The 6’6” College Goalie And His Teammates

(All guys 18+)

This is a “shower experience report” I had with a visiting college soccer team. All guys mentioned are 18-plus, and I have changed names and left out all identifying characteristics. I am fifty years old and work at the college.

I actually saw the young men hanging out in the locker room an hour or so before the game. They had recently arrived, they were already in their soccer uniforms, and they were just sitting on the counters by the mirrors, or on the numerous benches, and hanging out and talking. I noticed all different body types: pipsqueak striking forwards, broad-shouldered midfielders and tall, lumbering goalies. I got a little red thinking that in just a couple of hours I’d be seeing all of these guys without their uniforms.

They played a really rough, physical game against our home team. They are for the most part bigger men than most of our players, and they used their height and weight aggressively to compensate for their technical deficits. Surprisingly, great height or huskiness does not confer a competitive advantage in soccer. Our team won easily by simply being faster, more agile and more skilled.

I noticed after the game, that the boys trickled into the shower in small groups, or cliques of friends. Polite guys. They came in staggered clumps, as if they didn’t want to jam up the shower. The first group of boys included the starting goalie “Pete”, who actually covered the net the whole game. He’s twenty-one years old, stands at 6’6” and has a long neck. Light brown hair and even lighter brown eyes- almost tawny. Handsome guy. His muscular shoulders and defined chest attest to his many hours in the gym. I loved his flat hardwood stomach. He really played to win. I saw how hard he tried to keep our team from scoring, and I saw the look of anguish on his face when our team scored the fourth and final goal. He was caught totally by surprise. But he actually caught five or six shots! It took our team’s four best strikers halfway through the second half of the game to wear him out and get past his reflexes.

He took off his towel nonchalantly, and hung it up, and never made any effort to conceal himself. He deferred to his teammates and let them do most of the talking, although he would punctuate it with an emphatic “yes” at certain key moments of their recap.

He had a WOW-sized penis, but it made emotional sense that a man so deferential to his teammates, and so willing to bodily block so many of those bruising oncoming balls, would have a large penis. It’s the concrete certification of his intangible qualities.

What makes Pete a man after all? The fact that he has a big male member, or the fact that he’s willing to listen to his teammates, and take all the punishment out on the field? I didn’t see too many bruises on his body, which just means he’s a good catcher. So taken together, we see Pete as a star athlete, who is humble and willing to sacrifice himself for others. I think those qualities are the most important ones to consider in an estimation of Pete’s manhood. But Pete’s undeniably impressive assets below the belt also deserve their place in the final calculation.

I couldn’t help but imagine what Pete’s massive penis looks like in a non-flaccid condition. I actually hope he’s NOT a grower!

I also wonder about his bedroom behavior. I expressed that curiosity in the form of a haiku:

PETE

“Fireman’s carry:

Hold me, but protect me from

The fire in your chest”

I think his tall, toned body, impressive muscles, humility in a group of loud guys, ability to take punishment but remain focused, have clear implications for Pete’s behavior as a lover: He’s fine letting his partner set the tempo, he takes his own time when it comes to establishing a rhythm, he likes playing the long game, he saves his best for last.

Pete’s a great goalie and an even more impressive man.

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Interestingly, one of the guys in the group, a 19-year-old freshman, although a full foot shorter than Pete, had a penis that was almost as long! This particular boy had tousled dark brown hair, a nice s-curve to his spine and a pleasing amount of hair on his butt.

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Another guy in the pod, a Mexican national, had a striking tan line, wonderfully muscular glutes, and a giant uncut cock. He had actually sauntered in, never even bothering to fasten the towel around his waist. I don’t usually use the word “cock” to refer to college guys’ penises because it’s a rough and uncouth word. But this guy, Milo, was swinging a rough, uncouth, uncut baseball bat, and the word “cock” fits. He didn’t engage the rest of the group in conversation, but stood a little apart, and smiled to himself. I actually prefer cut men because that’s my cultural background, but I like the idea of the uncut penis possessing lots of sensitive nerve endings, and I like the idea of Milo squirming as I activate them with my tongue. He had a little bit of the melting lover-boy eyes that Latin men tend to show when they’re naked.

Haiku for Milo:

MILO

What you inherit

From your mama: manners- but

Papa said “Go fight!”

I think this poem expresses the pressure of Latin sons to meet the very different expectations of their mothers and fathers. Mothers want their sons to be kind gentlemen. Fathers want their sons to rule the roost. I think Milo can thread the needle perfectly in bed with his gentle, intact giant.

Nice cock, Milo.

Pete, Milo, and company left, and the next group came in. One of them, “Mark”, a tall handsome blond junior with a soft butt, chose one of the stalls but left the curtain open. He had a nasty pink bruise on his thigh, close to his hip. A soccer injury. I was surprised by the fact that Mark had a small penis. I didn’t mind, it was just something I noticed. I liked the fact that, like lots of boys in their late teens, he was still fuzzy around the edges, and retained some boyish fat on his shoulders and hips. I wanted to mount him. I couldn’t see him while he was showering, because of the stall. But when he finished, I was surprised again by the fact that his penis was almost three times larger than before, and it shook!

And Mark’s circumcision scar was now fully visible! It was a reddish-brownish two-inch swath on his shaft and it lent his penis character.

Haiku (for Mark’s penis)

MARK

The trapped fox smiles:

“Nets cannot hinder my growth!

I rise like bamboo!”

Some of the boys in Mark’s group, who chose the open showerheads rather than the stalls, were shorter, dark-haired and had Italian or Jewish features. None of them struck me enough to write a haiku, but they were all adorable. One guy looked like an ROTC officer, and stood ram-rod straight in the shower. He had a hairy butt and a short but wide penis.

I saw one Italian-American-looking kid in Mark’s group, “Bart”, a college sophomore, who showered by himself. He was on the shorter side, maybe five foot eight, quite skinny with a pronounced tan line- shockingly white butt compared to his tanned, toned complexion overall. He was serious and focused in the shower- maybe to compensate for the antics of his body.

By “antics” I am referring to my shock at the high position of his penis. It looked like Bart was sporting a full erection, but I knew he wasn’t hard because it flopped around in tandem with his movements. It rotated freely even as it stuck straight out. I think he’s just blessed with a penis that is dramatic and prominent even in a resting state. I was actually curious how it would respond if the boy were fully aroused- would it curve up until it pointed back at Bart’s stomach?

Another clue to Bart’s lack of arousal were his relaxed, low-hanger balls. If he had actually had a boner, his testicles would have retracted to hug the underside of his perineum and penis.

He actually has dreamy blue eyes, and is always the “class clown” in his team roster photos, making funny faces. So, his perennially up-cocked penis might just be a metaphor for his blithe exuberance.

Here’s a haiku for Bart:

BART

The clown learns to drive

But what pops out- not more clowns,

But ropes of semen.

In the next, smaller group of guys, one striker caught my eye: the boy actually chose a corner shower, and faced away from the room, which was fine because he was another blond guy with a pretty ass. But when he toweled off, he faced forward and I got an eyeful of his privates. They weren’t as large as Pete’s but he had a frank penis and scrotum.

I saw another young man, “Neil” a six-foot twenty-one year old senior, a blond with a wispy ragged crew cut, a docile and pretty face, with a perfectly smooth, well-muscled chest and ripe, full glutes. His penis looked big and heavy, solid and uniform in shape and definition from base to tip. It did swing a little, but it also had gravity and dignity in its motion. His balls were not small, but they were packed together tightly in a robust scrotum, as opposed to hanging loose like Bart’s, Pete’s or Mark’s. He showered by himself, was solemn in his bathing, did not smile, but also did not attempt to hide his frontal beauty in any way. He was the sole scorer for the other side, at just one point, but I’m sure he scores a lot higher in the bedroom! I wanted to play with him, tickle him, rim him, but I know he’s a man- not a toy. As an aside, his frizzy haircut is a common style among gay men, and I wonder if it might signal an affiliation with the community. Gay, straight, or whatever, he is very easy on the eyes.

Haiku for Neil:

NEIL

Silent warrior

Tried to score a second time:

Retires sad and wet.

The last group to shower consisted of just two boys, who took showerheads on opposite sides of the room and did not interact. One was a tall curly boy from Denmark with a large uncut penis and a fabulously hairy chest, “Lars. The other was a young man who is ethnically mixed, Indian and Albanian, “Agnew” with a wonderful curve to his spine that made both his chest and butt stick out. I congratulated the Danish boy on a game well played and the Indo-Albanian boy gave me a sweet smile.

Haiku for Lars:

LARS

Pig in a blanket

Is not a sleeping beauty

But a volcano.

And one for Agnew:

AGNEW

Bow drawn, arrow locked,

Precision of the hunter

No prey can outrun.

Surprisingly the guys I most wanted to make love to were not the giant-endowed Pete or or even priapic Bart or handsome Neil- it was that small group of short, modestly-endowed dark-haired guys who didn’t impress me enough to get a haiku. This tells me that the sexiest part of seeing naked men is… seeing naked men- not what their measurements are! The very fact that they are naked and exposed is the most salient part of the experience. As I was walking to the bus stop, I passed the team bus, and one of those shorter guys saw me and waved and wished me a good night and his dark, glittering eyes were full of kindness and sweetness. That masculine gesture of parting meant every bit as much, and maybe more, than seeing him and all his teammates nude.