#256401 - He had the fascinating habit of sitting with one ankle crossed on top of his other knee, so that as I swam down the lane and approached his station at one end, I could see right up the leg of his blue shorts, within the darkness of which I could clearly see the rounded white shape of his “modesty-panel”, tantalizingly hiding as it did, his testicles and his penis – frustratingly beyond my reach! I used to imagine what they must be like – bunched in his groin, large and full, set in a nest of curls surrounding a silky-soft and olive-coloured penis, uncircumcised of course! At school, I had always been so shy in the showers that I had hardly ever seen another naked boy, except out of the corner of my eye. My experience of guys was still limited though, so you can imagine how fascinated I was with him; he was like the big brother I never had and had always wanted, in more ways than one! The rules and opening times at the Union in those days were quite lax. At University, I often used