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I mentioned in my first entry that I will use this blog to write about all the beautiful naked men I see in my gym locker room. The locker room environment has almost always secretly fascinated me. I have never mentioned this to anyone, since it makes me sound like a creepy perv, but I swear to you I am not! I don't "hang out" in locker rooms, or cruise them, or use them for anything except what they are meant for. But I notice what I see, make a mental note of hot men, and have a good memory. The idea for my format comes from a blog I used to read on occassion- "The Great Cock Hunt" The writer of that blog would document his sexual experiences and obsessions in a very entertaining and amusing way. Since a blog of my sexual escapades would get updated maybe twice a year, I thought I'd blog about my little secret.
At this point, perhaps a brief review of my history with locker rooms is in order. One of the big changes when I transitioned from elementary school to jr. high was PE class. No longer was it the entire class, boys and girls, playing trench, dodge ball, and other kids games. Seventh grade boys PE involved uniforms, jock straps, coaches, locker rooms and showers. That school took PE very seriously, and the summer before school started my parents were mailed a brochure on boys PE. The mandatory green and white uniform could be purchased at J.C. Penney, we were informed. Also, all boys had to wear a jock strap. And then there was the little note that said all boys must shower after PE every day. No exceptions. It didn't really dawn on me until my best friend's older brother told us how you had to get naked in front of all the other boys and take showers with them. Eww!! We were kind of grossed out by that, but what could you do about it? (Today I suppose you call Gloria Allred and sue the school district for violating your basic human rights, your right to privacy, and your right not to get your ass slapped with a gym towel.) I never had a brother, and we weren't exactly a nude kind of family. As a matter of fact, no one had seen my naked since I was little and my mom still bathed me. Likewise, I had never seen anyone else naked in my entire life, except for the one time I walked in on my dad while he was standing buck naked in front of the mirror shaving. I was also somewhat shy as a kid (still am), so you would think this would be a real traumatic experience.
It wasn't. I actually don't even remember my very first communal shower. It would have been on the first day of seventh grade. But I don't remember it. I just remember the first few times felt a little embarassing, but that feeling passed pretty quickly and I really got used to being naked in front of 35 other people on a daily basis. The thing I remember most was the big divide between the boys who had pubic hair and those that didn't. At the beginning of seventh grade, I'd say about 2/3 of the boys had no pubic hair, and the other 1/3 had varying degrees of bush. I was one of the 1/3 with a bush. Thank god for that. I felt a little superior to the smooth boys. By the beginning of eighth grade, all the boys had a bush. By my calculations, I must have taken over 320 showers with at least 60 other boys by the time I entered high school. Of course, at that time, none of this seemed remotely homoerotic to me. Except one time. When I was in the eighth grade, there was a seventh grader who was very athletic, tall, good looking, blonde, very developed for his age. He was basically the typical jock, all the girls liked him, all the boys wished they could be him. The locker room was set up this way: rows of lockers parallel to each other, and at the back, running the whole length of the locker room, were the showers. I've never seen this type of shower before or since. They were totally open, of course, with about 6 panels coming out from the wall attached to a post at the end. Each panel had 3 shower heads on each side. At our age, they were slightly above shoulder height. So, when you were showering, you were always facing 3 other boys, with 2 more boys next to you. Facing the showers, in the middle, between the lockers, was a cage that had all the towels pilled up. Every week, one of the boys was picked to hand out the towels. You would get into the cage, climb up a ladder, and throw the towels down to the naked kids waiting below. I was picked only once, and the only thing I remember about it was throwing a towel to the blonde jock I mentioned above. Although he was a year younger then me, he really looked more like a high schooler. He had more muscle then anyone else, and he had a pretty big package and thick bush. Funny how you remember those little details. Of all the boys I saw naked in jr. high, he is the one that I remember most, and the only one who generated some sort of, well, how shall I put this, interest? He was killed in a car accident the next year.
By the time I was finishing up jr. high, locker rooms and communal showers were old hat. I didn't get any thrill from it, but neither did it bother me. The first time a locker room situation got me somewhat hot and bothered was just before the start of high school. My family was on a camping trip on Labor Day weekend. It wasn't anything rough. We had a truck and camper (remember those?) and went to mostly local campgrounds for a weekend. This time, it was just my mom, dad, and myself. The last night of the trip, I decided to take a shower in the men's restroom. I went by myself, taking a towel and soap with me. The showers were not open, but shower cubicles with doors. However, each cubicle had a little changing area in front, that had no door or curtain. When I got there, no one else was there except 3 older boys. One boy, about 16 or 17, was standing just outside the changing area, facing me. Buck naked. He was talking to his 2 friends, who had their backs to me, and they were clothed. I walked past them and took the shower/ changing area just behind the naked guy. I had seen plenty of boys my age naked in jr. high, but this was different. This guy was more of a young man than a boy. Very ripped, tight lean muscle. Body hair. I knew it existed but had never seen before except on my dad. He actually had a hairy trail and some hair on his chest. I was fascinated. Well, I started getting undressed and had a perfect view of him from behind. He must have played sports, because he had a very muscular ass. Well, they finished up and I took my shower. No big deal. But seeing that guy really made an impression on me.
Now after all this, you would think high school was just naked city all the way, wouldn't you? Wrong. In high school, showers were not mandatory. So guess what? Almost no one took any.
My jr high was the only jr high that fed into my high school. All the kids that had gone to my jr high were used to locker room nudity, just like me. But all the other schools that fed into the high school were kindergarten-8th grade schools. None of them had seperate boys and girls PE. None of them had locker rooms. They were still treated like little kids. I know because my two cousins, who only lived like 3 miles away, went to one of these schools. When every one is naked, it is a lot easier being naked. When you are the only one, well, it takes a little more guts. My Freshmen year PE class was first period. Only about 3 or 4 of the kids in my class were from my jr high. You know how you could tell? We all wore our old jr. high PE uniform. The high school didn't even have a uniform code. All the other kids were wearing a mish-mash of t-shirts, shorts, and assorted other clothing. Jock straps? You have to be kidding me. Well, on the first day,when class was over and we went back into the locker room, I was prepared to strip down and head to the showers. But the other kids just took off their smelly, sweaty PE clothes and changed back into their street clothes. I didn't want to be the only naked one there, so I did the same. The next day, one of the guys from my old jr. high asked me if I was going to shower. I told him I would if everyone else did. He said the same. Problem was, no one else did. That whole year, and the next, the only time I showered in high school was the week we had swimming. I never played on a school team, but I knew from friends that did that most guys on teams showered after practice and games. So it seemed my days of communal showers were over.
College was mostly studying, beer, and girls. I never took a PE class in college, and did not go to the gym either. It wasn't until my early 30's, the time that all that college beer starts catching up with a man, that I decided it was finally time to join a gym. I had not given a thought to locker rooms and showers all those years. It was just a distant, quaint memory. So, I toured a couple of different chains and settled on Family Fitness (Now 24Hour Fitness). The first year or so , my workouts were sporadic, and I did not go at set times. The gym I went to was brand new. The locker room was one big room, with lockers on 3 sides of the walls. The showers were almost completly private. There were 6 showers lining a hall way, 3 on each side. There were no shower curtains or doors, but the way they were configured, there was a little alcove for a changing area and then the shower itself. A guy could take a shower there completely naked and no one could hardly see a thing. I finally settled on a morning routine before work, as that was the only time of day I could regularly workout without finding excuses not to go. Nothing really exciting to report here, but getting undressed until you are naked in a locker room sure brought back some memories. Even though this was a new gym, it was just in a strip mall in a mainly residential area, and it was not very busy in the mornings at all. Mostly retired people and other people not on their way to work. There were only a handful of guys like me, working out, showering, shaving, changing before work. I did this for a while, until I had a brilliant idea. This gym was close to home, but no where near work. Why not work out at the Family Fitness near work, and by leaving the house earlier, beat all the freeway traffic?
So, one fine morning I got in my car and drove to the gym close to work. I hated getting up an extra 20 minutes earlier, but not having to face any traffic made that a good trade off. I had not been to this gym before, but thought it was probably much like the one I had been going to. I got there, and was somewhat disoriented. After checking in, there was no obvious way to the locker room. To enter, you had to climb up stairs and check in on the upper level. After checking in, there was an interior stairway that led to the main workout area and the locker rooms. I made my way down the stairs, found the locker room, and went in. It was a small locker room, with the lockers arranged along 3 of the walls, with 2 rows in between, leaving 3 different areas of lockers. The wall facing the lockers was completly mirrored. I found a locker, put my clothes in, turned around, and as I was walking out, noticed something unexpected. A completely open, communal shower room! I didn't think they had those anymore. I experienced a little bit of nervousness over that. I had not taken a communal shower since I was 15. What was it going to be like?
I will tell you in my next post.
At this point, perhaps a brief review of my history with locker rooms is in order. One of the big changes when I transitioned from elementary school to jr. high was PE class. No longer was it the entire class, boys and girls, playing trench, dodge ball, and other kids games. Seventh grade boys PE involved uniforms, jock straps, coaches, locker rooms and showers. That school took PE very seriously, and the summer before school started my parents were mailed a brochure on boys PE. The mandatory green and white uniform could be purchased at J.C. Penney, we were informed. Also, all boys had to wear a jock strap. And then there was the little note that said all boys must shower after PE every day. No exceptions. It didn't really dawn on me until my best friend's older brother told us how you had to get naked in front of all the other boys and take showers with them. Eww!! We were kind of grossed out by that, but what could you do about it? (Today I suppose you call Gloria Allred and sue the school district for violating your basic human rights, your right to privacy, and your right not to get your ass slapped with a gym towel.) I never had a brother, and we weren't exactly a nude kind of family. As a matter of fact, no one had seen my naked since I was little and my mom still bathed me. Likewise, I had never seen anyone else naked in my entire life, except for the one time I walked in on my dad while he was standing buck naked in front of the mirror shaving. I was also somewhat shy as a kid (still am), so you would think this would be a real traumatic experience.
It wasn't. I actually don't even remember my very first communal shower. It would have been on the first day of seventh grade. But I don't remember it. I just remember the first few times felt a little embarassing, but that feeling passed pretty quickly and I really got used to being naked in front of 35 other people on a daily basis. The thing I remember most was the big divide between the boys who had pubic hair and those that didn't. At the beginning of seventh grade, I'd say about 2/3 of the boys had no pubic hair, and the other 1/3 had varying degrees of bush. I was one of the 1/3 with a bush. Thank god for that. I felt a little superior to the smooth boys. By the beginning of eighth grade, all the boys had a bush. By my calculations, I must have taken over 320 showers with at least 60 other boys by the time I entered high school. Of course, at that time, none of this seemed remotely homoerotic to me. Except one time. When I was in the eighth grade, there was a seventh grader who was very athletic, tall, good looking, blonde, very developed for his age. He was basically the typical jock, all the girls liked him, all the boys wished they could be him. The locker room was set up this way: rows of lockers parallel to each other, and at the back, running the whole length of the locker room, were the showers. I've never seen this type of shower before or since. They were totally open, of course, with about 6 panels coming out from the wall attached to a post at the end. Each panel had 3 shower heads on each side. At our age, they were slightly above shoulder height. So, when you were showering, you were always facing 3 other boys, with 2 more boys next to you. Facing the showers, in the middle, between the lockers, was a cage that had all the towels pilled up. Every week, one of the boys was picked to hand out the towels. You would get into the cage, climb up a ladder, and throw the towels down to the naked kids waiting below. I was picked only once, and the only thing I remember about it was throwing a towel to the blonde jock I mentioned above. Although he was a year younger then me, he really looked more like a high schooler. He had more muscle then anyone else, and he had a pretty big package and thick bush. Funny how you remember those little details. Of all the boys I saw naked in jr. high, he is the one that I remember most, and the only one who generated some sort of, well, how shall I put this, interest? He was killed in a car accident the next year.
By the time I was finishing up jr. high, locker rooms and communal showers were old hat. I didn't get any thrill from it, but neither did it bother me. The first time a locker room situation got me somewhat hot and bothered was just before the start of high school. My family was on a camping trip on Labor Day weekend. It wasn't anything rough. We had a truck and camper (remember those?) and went to mostly local campgrounds for a weekend. This time, it was just my mom, dad, and myself. The last night of the trip, I decided to take a shower in the men's restroom. I went by myself, taking a towel and soap with me. The showers were not open, but shower cubicles with doors. However, each cubicle had a little changing area in front, that had no door or curtain. When I got there, no one else was there except 3 older boys. One boy, about 16 or 17, was standing just outside the changing area, facing me. Buck naked. He was talking to his 2 friends, who had their backs to me, and they were clothed. I walked past them and took the shower/ changing area just behind the naked guy. I had seen plenty of boys my age naked in jr. high, but this was different. This guy was more of a young man than a boy. Very ripped, tight lean muscle. Body hair. I knew it existed but had never seen before except on my dad. He actually had a hairy trail and some hair on his chest. I was fascinated. Well, I started getting undressed and had a perfect view of him from behind. He must have played sports, because he had a very muscular ass. Well, they finished up and I took my shower. No big deal. But seeing that guy really made an impression on me.
Now after all this, you would think high school was just naked city all the way, wouldn't you? Wrong. In high school, showers were not mandatory. So guess what? Almost no one took any.
My jr high was the only jr high that fed into my high school. All the kids that had gone to my jr high were used to locker room nudity, just like me. But all the other schools that fed into the high school were kindergarten-8th grade schools. None of them had seperate boys and girls PE. None of them had locker rooms. They were still treated like little kids. I know because my two cousins, who only lived like 3 miles away, went to one of these schools. When every one is naked, it is a lot easier being naked. When you are the only one, well, it takes a little more guts. My Freshmen year PE class was first period. Only about 3 or 4 of the kids in my class were from my jr high. You know how you could tell? We all wore our old jr. high PE uniform. The high school didn't even have a uniform code. All the other kids were wearing a mish-mash of t-shirts, shorts, and assorted other clothing. Jock straps? You have to be kidding me. Well, on the first day,when class was over and we went back into the locker room, I was prepared to strip down and head to the showers. But the other kids just took off their smelly, sweaty PE clothes and changed back into their street clothes. I didn't want to be the only naked one there, so I did the same. The next day, one of the guys from my old jr. high asked me if I was going to shower. I told him I would if everyone else did. He said the same. Problem was, no one else did. That whole year, and the next, the only time I showered in high school was the week we had swimming. I never played on a school team, but I knew from friends that did that most guys on teams showered after practice and games. So it seemed my days of communal showers were over.
College was mostly studying, beer, and girls. I never took a PE class in college, and did not go to the gym either. It wasn't until my early 30's, the time that all that college beer starts catching up with a man, that I decided it was finally time to join a gym. I had not given a thought to locker rooms and showers all those years. It was just a distant, quaint memory. So, I toured a couple of different chains and settled on Family Fitness (Now 24Hour Fitness). The first year or so , my workouts were sporadic, and I did not go at set times. The gym I went to was brand new. The locker room was one big room, with lockers on 3 sides of the walls. The showers were almost completly private. There were 6 showers lining a hall way, 3 on each side. There were no shower curtains or doors, but the way they were configured, there was a little alcove for a changing area and then the shower itself. A guy could take a shower there completely naked and no one could hardly see a thing. I finally settled on a morning routine before work, as that was the only time of day I could regularly workout without finding excuses not to go. Nothing really exciting to report here, but getting undressed until you are naked in a locker room sure brought back some memories. Even though this was a new gym, it was just in a strip mall in a mainly residential area, and it was not very busy in the mornings at all. Mostly retired people and other people not on their way to work. There were only a handful of guys like me, working out, showering, shaving, changing before work. I did this for a while, until I had a brilliant idea. This gym was close to home, but no where near work. Why not work out at the Family Fitness near work, and by leaving the house earlier, beat all the freeway traffic?
So, one fine morning I got in my car and drove to the gym close to work. I hated getting up an extra 20 minutes earlier, but not having to face any traffic made that a good trade off. I had not been to this gym before, but thought it was probably much like the one I had been going to. I got there, and was somewhat disoriented. After checking in, there was no obvious way to the locker room. To enter, you had to climb up stairs and check in on the upper level. After checking in, there was an interior stairway that led to the main workout area and the locker rooms. I made my way down the stairs, found the locker room, and went in. It was a small locker room, with the lockers arranged along 3 of the walls, with 2 rows in between, leaving 3 different areas of lockers. The wall facing the lockers was completly mirrored. I found a locker, put my clothes in, turned around, and as I was walking out, noticed something unexpected. A completely open, communal shower room! I didn't think they had those anymore. I experienced a little bit of nervousness over that. I had not taken a communal shower since I was 15. What was it going to be like?
I will tell you in my next post.