Letting It Hang Out

Guys don’t care about nudity, they don’t, they like letting it all hang out, as they say, well, let's face it, it is freedom, now isn't it. There is something freeing about it, all that fresh air blowing the sweat away from place that air seldom blows.

It is just their humour, mostly, it makes guys laugh. It makes guys laugh, gay, or straight. Doodles out, let them swing, twirl them around. Do the helicopter. Whatever it is.

And they like checking out the competition, no matter who they want to sleep with. It’s just who they are, mostly. Guys like seeing other guys. Guys like comparing. That’s why so many of them go to the gym. And, of course, they like to see they are bigger, yes they do. Stronger. Taller. It’s primal, I guess, comes from the days when it was important, not so much now. Not so much for the longest time, hey.

When Ben and I go to the gym, we just have to concentrate on our own individual work outs, otherwise we are making eyes at each other all the time.

Look at him.

Did you see that one?

How about him?

Stop it, big eyes, you are putting me off what I am supposed to be doing.

We laugh a lot, Ben and I.

Recently, Ben and I were getting changed to go home after our workout, when this big guy entered the change rooms, stripped off, grabbed his towel and headed into the shower. He had a big, thick sausage, which he kind of ran through his hand absentmindedly as he headed to the shower stall. As it so happened, I was drying off from my shower and Ben was walking back from his shower, when this big guy passed him the other way. Ben made big eyes at the sight of this guy’s appendage, I laughed and started doing the helicopter in recognition of this guy’s endowment, when Ben made big eyes at me. I thought we were alone in the change room, other than Mr Mighty, but we weren’t. I didn’t see an old guy in the corner, standing naked with his towel held up in front of him as if as a screen. 

Ben looked at me, then looked past me to this old guy, who I then saw for the first time looking at Ben and I. I stopped the rotors on my helicopter after that pretty smartly. Oops.