Chapter 6: The Male Erection

As the trio made their way to lunch young Timothy started to loosen up until he finally found his tongue again. As he became more comfortable with these two naked, and very lovely companions, he told them all about himself and what he was doing at Blanke Schande.

It turned out that he was from San Francisco and his full name was Timothy James Bartell.

“No way!” exclaimed Katrina. “I have a good friend called Becky Bartell. She is studying here too. Are you two related?”

“Yes” said Timothy. “She is one of my many cousins. My father comes from a very large family of boys. They are scattered all across the United States. I think I met Rebecca once at a family re-union many years ago but know nothing about her. I certainly didn’t know she was here. How interesting. I must try and catch up with her.”

Timothy told Katrina and Carol how he had been at BSC for six months already and was studying Sports Psychology and Applied Leadership. His parents had sent him to BSC in an attempt to boost his severely low confidence levels. He also totally agreed with Katrina that a male erection in a place like BSC should be celebrated and that no male should ever be made to feel the least bit self conscious because of it. Being open about it would de-mystify the male erection and could only serve to enhance things for the men at BSC – student and staff alike.

As they walked Katrina couldn’t help but notice Timothy stealing longing glances at Carol’s sweet young naked body. She could also tell that Carol was totally captivated by this strapping and very good looking young man. If ever there was a romance in the making then this was it right here.

Over lunch Katrina also extracted some interesting opinions from her two companions. Those opinions proved invaluable in helping her to formulate a few more suggestions for her Executive Council Proposal.

Carol had come to the opinion in her three weeks at BSC that everybody should be able to swim nude in the BSC swimming pool. She still wasn’t quite sure about full male nudity on campus but it did seem so unfair that the men still had to wear swimming costumes in the pool. It would make the pool so much more accessible to the guys if, on a hot day, they didn’t have to shoot off to find their swimming trunks and a towel. Why couldn’t they just strip off and dive in naked with their naked female friends? It just made so much more sense and none of the girls she had talked to about it would mind at all. That little bit of extra Eye Candy would be most welcome the girls thought.

Timothy had also come to the opinion that the open showers dotted around the campus for the nude females should be just as available to the men. Whether he would use them was a different matter but he knew a lot of his friends complained about having to march off to find the Male Ablution Block after a long hot stint in the classroom. Many of them would have loved the opportunity for a quick shower with their naked girlfriends but knew such activity was frowned upon by BSC staff. This, to many of Timothy’s friends, seemed just so unfair and outdated in such a progressive place like BSC. After all in a ‘Water Conservation’ conscious world showering with a friend made a whole heap of sense – didn’t it!?