Years ago I was at a dinner party. One of the guests was a slightly odd young man, who was talking about his recurring dream--that he was riding his bicycle down Market Street in San Francisco, and hundreds of topless women were lined up along the sidewalk, holding their breasts so that the erect nipples hit him in the face. I said, "I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess that you were a bottle baby." He replied, "No, I was breast fed by my grandma, but it didn't affect me." My friends and I repeated that line for ages, in all sorts of inappropriate contexts.

I have no idea why I love them so much. Technically they shouldn't be so appealing, but there's just something extremely sexy about them.

It's perhaps a result of being brought up to believe they should be hidden and concealed, yet having so much focus put on them through advertising; the result is that they seem kind of tantalising and dirty and subtly forbidden.

Well, I'm not a girl who will ever get much attention for her breasts, so my experience on this is somewhat limited.

I would guess Freud would say it has something to do with breastfeeding and/or the taboo of having them covered all the time in our culture.  (Like, supposedly ankles used to be considered arousing, back when they were supposed to be covered...)

I do remember hearing a story though, about a female professor who traveled to a remote culture in South America for her studies.  At one point she was explaining to the women that back home in the U.S. women covered up their chests because men found them sexually arousing.  Then the native women laughed with surprise and exclaimed "just like little babies!"

Breasts are naughty novelty items to guys.  It's Second Base!  You know a girl likes you if she lets you touch her boobs.  They feel good and are fun to play with.  What's not to love?

"You know a girl likes you if she lets you touch her boobs."

I would have to disagree.  You know she's considering you, at least I guess... usually

They're just the greatest. We do have a biological imperative to love things that are round. The sun is round, the moon is round, boobs are round, asses are round. And everyone loves all of those things. All our brains innately find roundness appealing, according to Dr. Natalie Angiers. She explains it better; when I try I sound like a hippie wacko, sorry.

Breastfed by grandma, that is great.

Don't particularly care about them. So not all guys. Not even all straight guys.

Nipples are good though ;P

I'll go at least partly with ProfRofbert--They're the forbidden fruit.  What tempted Adam more than Eve's apples?  And I think biology is part of it too.  I read The Naked Ape years ago and there was a lot to it...

but that doesn't exactly explain homosexuality, which I believe is biological also.  

"We do have a biological imperative to love things that are round. The sun is round, the moon is round, boobs are round, asses are round. And everyone loves all of those things. All our brains innately find roundness appealing, according to Dr. Natalie Angiers."

Hmm.  If we stared at the sun the way guys like to stare at boobs, we'd all go blind.  We like the light that the sun provides.  Also, many large boobs when not in a bra, are not at all circular.  And I guess this relates to "The Naked Ape" also.  You know, people with PhDs say all sorts of things.  And then they argue with each other forever...  They get paid to do it.  And sometimes they have an easier time soliciting funding if they're controversial.  It doesn't mean they're necessarily right.  

True, there are cupcakes.

But brussel sprouts are even rounder...

(and hardly universally appreciated, I think)

I always thought the Freud arguements were an easy way out. I think things like this have a more social and cultural explanation than just blaming it on your mother.

Hell, Freud made up a bogus theory about orgasms just to empower the penis and make men feel better about their performance, so what does he know.

Also, I often prefer boobs when they're not in a bra. I like the moment when the bra comes off and they drop slightly. Not so much the roundness, but the kind of teardrop shape.

I, too, thought all guys were into breasts. Alas, they are not. It took dating someone who wasn't into my boobies for me to realize how necessary breast play is for my orgasm.

I was mostly channeling my inner 15-year-old (though even into my 40s when I was dating, there was always a thrill when I got to Second Base).  But AHG (and SPV?), do women really let guys they don't like feel them up just because they want to be felt up?  My own experience is that I couldn't be with someone whom I don't like or respect at some level -- I'd rather take matters into my own hands, so to speak.