I never actually saw anything good, stupid underwear, but every time a sister I liked got up to go, it was a fun event for me. It broke up the monotony of the rest of the temple trip.
I remember being a hormonal teenager in the temple and having a dirty thought or two. I thought I would be struck dead then my parents would know for sure that I was foul minded little brat.
I got my PB when I was pretty young, it was blond well endowed women in a yellow bikini (30 years later I still remember), I thought the old dude would know and god might ask him to tell me to knock it off.
I was pretty sure that I was the biggest pervert on the planet by the way the church made me feel. Now, as an adult, Others make me look like an asexual.
I think he is trying to say he started having a fantasy about a blond in a bikini during his patriarchal blessing. Seems to have left out some of his words. Probably too hot and heavy thinking about that blond, for him to think clearly enough to form all his words.
As a veteran of many temple youth baptism trips, I never had the slightest clue that the young men were trying to see...stuff. (Yeah, I was an idiot.) So what exactly were you looking for, fcd and others? A bra strap? Nipples?
All that you listed and anything else, optical illusions were acceptable. At that age, just the thought that I might see something was pants shrinking.
After the dunking, we had to shower to get the chlorine out of our hair etc. The showers were open room style, and there was a man also showering.
So here's me, a curious 12 yo gay boy with a naked man across from me probably in his early thirties, fit, built, fur in all the right places.
Needless to say I had to turn to the wall after sneaking enough looks to fully stock my mental wank-bank. Boy did I have some nice fantasies after that.
ABSOLUTELY! Nips, bras, panties, ass shape (not like they wore form-fitting stuff at church or some of them even in school).
It was lovely. There was one girl who I thought was never that cute but years later went to third base with probably just on the basis of seeing her panties (dunno why that did it), and her becoming a bit of a loose lady who liked to piss her mom off (who HATED me).
Ahhhh those were the days. Ozpoof's story makes me hope I always showed well myself for whoever happened to be sneaking a peek ;)
Oh god, I feel so naive now! I never had a clue - honestly!
I was always a favourite with the boys on temple trips and put it down to my easy-going character and my witticism. Should have known is was my D-cups. They must have shown even in the horrible one-pieces they made us wear for baptisms...
My YW leaders not only gave us big underwear lectures before our temple trips (i.e., white only, no lace), but also checked our suitcases themselves to make sure no one brought anything risque to the holy temple. If we had dared to go commando, they would've noticed and probably dragged us bodily from the baptismal font.
Of course the reason I brought this up, is because there is supposed to be no temptation in the temple, Satan has no power there. Even the biggest perv, like myself, should be able to sit there, and have a sister accidentally pop all the way out of her jumpsuit, and neither look, or think about the thing.
Of course since our actions are not dictated by little devils and angels whispering into our ears, this is not the case.
At 14 years old I was always on the lookout. Whether it was in a baptismal font or hoping the girls locker room door at school swung open a little too wide or a young lady with large pumpkins (seasonal reference) bent over while i was standing at the right angle. Point is, I was always prepared like any boy scout. I quickly earned the nipple identification merit badge. In fact, to this day I remain ever vigilant.
Nipples. Lots and lots of nipples. No way to hide it. Many of the temples didn't even allow the girls to wear bras. Did any of the women here have to wear a strip of cloth around your breasts in lieu of a bra, fastened with a safety pin?