Wednesday, February 15, 2017
I don't stand behind a podium during my lectures; During an hour-long class session in a giant lecture hall, I can walk more than 2 miles.
Glancing down to ask students questions or see if they're paying attention, I see lots of bulges and tents, some crotch grabs, and occasional hands shoved into pockets to squeeze their junk.
What do you expect when you cram 50 testosterone-filled young men into stadium seats?
The guys wearing shorts, especially athletic shorts, are most prone to tenting. Something about the silk texture and the friction.
A husky blond in intro class wears very tight shorts and spreads his legs to make his bulge even more dramatic. He must have at least a Mortadella+, and he wants everyone to know it.
A shy science nerd in my advanced class, who coincidentally has signed up for every class I teach, grabs his penis through his pants every time I walk past. Bratwurst.
I can't help it if he finds me attractive.
When you call on someone, the sudden rush of nervousness and anticipation will often cause an erection. Try it for yourself.
A very tall black guy in the other intro class shoves his hand all the way into his pants and squeezes around down there. Blatantly. He doesn't care who notices. He's huge -- must be a Kovbasa++++.
You can also see a lot of bulges and tents when the class is dismissed, and they stand up, pull out their cell phones, and file out of the classroom, texting furiously. I wonder what they're discussing...
My only regret is that there's no way to tell for sure what they're packing.
Unless I happen to see them in the locker room at the gym, or they ask me out on a date (after the class is over, of course).
See also: The Student Who Has Erotic Daydreams in Class.