Scenario:The Boytaurs Museum at our all-male men’s college boasts the world‘s most comprehensive collection of statuary depicting boytaurs, young men with a frontal as well as a hind pair of human legs, and four bare feet. The hind legs extend from behind the front legs, the back of the boytaur arching rearward to connect the front legs to the hind legs, the frontal hips narrowing, and then widening into the hind hips, making a handsome ass for the rear legs. The boytaur stands with his front legs and hind legs facing forward, the front legs identical to the hind legs, including genitalia.
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The Boytaurs Museum at our all-male men’s college boasts the world‘s most comprehensive collection of statuary depicting boytaurs, young men with a frontal as well as a hind pair of human legs, and four bare feet. The hind legs extend from behind the front legs, the back of the boytaur arching rearward to connect the front legs to the hind legs, the frontal hips narrowing, and then widening into the hind hips, making a handsome ass for the rear legs. The boytaur stands with his front legs and hind legs facing forward, the front legs identical to the hind legs, including genitalia.
I was walking back to my dorm from the library with a bookbag full of books on Wednesday afternoon when Elijah Carter stepped out of the Boytaurs Museum and waved me over.
He was the only other student I knew who shared my fascination with the statues in the museum and who wasn’t bothered by the weirdness of the place.
"Hey, Darius," Elijah said.
"I was just about to leave, but I realized I hadn’t seen you all week. Come in with me and let’s talk."
Elijah didn’t have to ask twice.
I dropped my bookbag outside the door and followed him into the museum.
It was cool and dark inside, with sunlight coming in through large windows high in the walls to illuminate the dust motes hanging in the air.
The boytaurs stood on pedestals and shelves running around the perimeter of the room as well as on several islands in the center of the room, giving every statue a clear view and plenty of space.
The Boytaurs Museum was located in the basement of the Boytaurs Building at our allmale men’s college, which was named after the statues it housed.
The museum was a large room with a high ceiling and a polished wood floor.
The walls were painted a deep blue, which contrasted nicely with the white marble of the statues.
The statues were arranged in no particular order, and they seemed to be scattered about randomly.
As we wandered deeper into the museum, I turned to Elijah and asked, "Do you have a favorite boytaur statue?"
I tried to sound casual as I asked.
Elijah stopped in front of a pedestal and thought for a moment before answering.
"I think it’s the one with the intricate carvings on its torso," he said, pointing to a pedestal in the next row over.
We walked over to it.
It was one of the most beautiful statues in the museum, with detailed etchings carved into its chest and abdomen that seemed to tell a story.
Elijah’s eyes lit up as he began explaining what he thought the patterns meant, and I listened intently.