Heh, one to which I can actually add an appropriate comment. I've had numerous "accidental" exposure encounters in my life (some I'm sure not so accidental), but being in a fraternity and living with guys seems to exponentially heighten your chances. Anyway, in my first semester of college, on about our third weekend, I stumbled home, stoned out of my mind, from a newfound friend's house who lived off campus. I was forced to live in a
Freshmen dorm, and seeing as it was four in the morning, it wasn't too suprising that most everyone was either not home or in bed. I came in the front entrance, walked up the stairs and started making my way to the boys' bathroom on my floor, unfortunately at the opposite end of the floor from my room. I was walking down the hallway when I noticed a shoe lying on the ground...then another shoe...shirt...pants, underwear...I stopped at a wide-open door to someone's bedroom and peered in. There, laying spread-eagled and buck naked on his bed was one of the really quiet (and cute) boys I'd seen on the floor who smiled at me but never really talked much. He had obviously drunkenly stripped on his way to his room that night and gotten far enough to turn his lights on, completely forgetting about his clothes or his door. He had a pale, muscular body, pretty short but well-built enough to make up for it. His thick, cut flaccid cock didn't hurt either, laying limply on his left thigh as he quietly snored. I briefly considered taking photographs for later terrorization, but decided against it.
As it turns out, his cock really was pretty thick, especially when hard...he ended up being my first boyfriend in college. He never really used it on me, but I did find out that spread-eagle was a position he really enjoyed.
The only other particularly noteworthy accidental exposure happened repeatedly, but the first time was just shocking. My next door neighbor in the frat was tall, muscular and just plain gorgeous. He was biracial Caucasian/African-American, and was about 6'5" with defined, long, graceful muscles. He was a basketball player, but should've been a model, with his chiseled features, washboard stomach, and perfect skin tone. The bathroom on our floor in the frat had a shower stall built for two, complete with two showerheads, though we always used it individually. However, the shower curtain was completely transparent. Weird, right? What's the point then? Anyway, I used to shoot the shit with him off and on in the bathroom while getting ready for bed. The shower was actually a pretty large alcove, so you could stand under one of the showerheads and still be behind the tiled wall. At one point in the first semester of living there, however, I remember us talking while I was brushing my teeth, and I just turned around and leaned against the sink, continuing the conversation. Unexpectedly he appeared from behind the wall and pulled the curtain aside to more clearly tell me something, and I just remember consciously trying to hide my shock at his ENORMOUS cut penis that hung literally halfway down his long, muscular thigh while SOFT. It was definitely very, very big. I never did see him hard, but I saw him soft repeatedly, and that thing must've been at least 10 inches when erect, even if he was a shower and not a grower. Fun times.