Getting Sausage Sightings in the locker room at the gym is harder than it sounds.
First, you have to be discrete, "accidentally" turning your head at the exact moment he drops his pants.
Second, you can't gawk. A momentary sidelong glance, no matter how big it is.
Third, guys know that other guys are trying to check out their equipment. Some walk around swinging in the breeze, or even semi-aroused, but most turn their backs at the moment of truth, put on their underwear under a towel, or even head for the showers in their underwear.
My campus gym is even worse: most guys don't even bother with the locker room. They stash their coats, work out, then put on their coats and leave.
And we have single-stall showers with a little curtain, so you can't even get a shower sighting.
But today, against all odds, I got the mother of all Sausage Sightings, a Kovbasa+++ for the record books.
The full post, with nude photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood.