On college campuses, the best season for beefcake watching is spring, when the heavy coats come off, and even when it's only 45 degrees out, undergrads break out the bulgeworthy short pants and muscle shirts.
Winter is good, too -- it's too cold to play sports outside, so they pack the gym.
But summer is a problem. Most of the students are gone, and those who remain go off-site for their recreation. You have to be diligent to find beefcake and bulges. Here are my main findings of the last week:
I was out jogging, and I passed two teenagers advertising a car wash. Shirts off, muscular physiques.
Sunday: The Bulging Boy with his Parents
My date and I were on the patio of an Ethiopian restaurant, when a family sat next to us: middle aged husband and wife, and son of college age, wearing athletic gear -- t-shirt, blue gym trunks, tennis shoes.
From my vantage point, I got a view directly to his crotch, which was tenting, regardless of how much he squeezed it, changed positions, or crossed his legs.
How embarrassing is it to get aroused while eating out with your parents?
I see tents quite often in class, but it's only a glance as I'm walking by. This one was an uninterrupted view for 10 minutes.
Monday; The New Bodybuilder at the Gym
(Top photo).
You rarely see serious bodybuilders at the YMCA. This guy must have been on vacation: tall, long blond hair, hairless marble-statue physique although he wasn't lifting a lot. I tried to get a sausage sighting in the locker room afterwards, but there was an open door blocking my view.
Tuesday: The Librarian
I was back in the library, hoping for an instant replay of the Glory Hole from last Friday. Nothing happened, but there was a new reference librarian, not the usual Creepy Old Guy usually there: mid-30s, buffed, bearded, chest hair sticking out over his button-down shirt.
His face wasn't anything to write home about, but he definitely stood out on a campus full of twinks. Worth keeping in mind for later cruising.
Wednesday: Ahmed
The cute undergrad from Dubai that I met at the International Student Office. Wouldn't kiss, but he let m go down on him.
This was the night of my date with Ahmed, but also, as I was driving past the Islamic Center, I saw a guy working on the roof. Black, buffed, shirtless, holding a hammer.
Friday: Grindr at the Ice Cream Parlor
My friend and I were out jogging, and we decided to stop for ice cream (I know, stupid). He was taking his time with his sundae, so I pulled out my cell phone and clicked on Grindr.
There was someone 30 feet away!
I looked around. A middle aged heterosexual couple, a large family all eating ice cream together, and a bohemian boy. He was thin, bearded, wearing tan shorts and shoes but no socks. Sitting at a table with a girl, checking his cell phone.
I had my "friend" profile up, not my "hot" profile, so I quickly sent him a photo of my chest. He glanced over without cruising.
A moment later, a photo of his penis appeared. Or somebody's penis, an enormous Kielbasa, semi-aroused.
I'm free Sunday night.
See also: A Day of Beefcake and Bulges on the Plains; Tracking Down the Glory Hole Boy
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