In the latter half of seventh grade back in the Pleistocene era, I attended a school on-base where my Air Force dad was stationed. Grades 6-8 were in one building and 9-12 in a different building. Both buildings were on the same campus.
One period each day I was a runner for the middle school office, taking messages to the various teachers in my own building. Something came up once that had to be delivered to the high school coach. This gave me a great chance to explore the high school. I took my time walking through the other building and staring at all the big kids and their classrooms. Even though I was trying to act cool, I felt really small.
I arrived at the coach's office at the same time that a basketball team double-timed into the locker room. Finding that the coach was not at his desk, I waited at the door for him.
And then it began, something that I was totally unprepared for!
The big guys pulled off their shorts, their shirts, their socks, their... (wait for it!)... JOCKSTRAPS!
In front of my popping seventh-grade eyes this upperclassmen's team paraded buck-naked to the showers! Suddenly two dozen high school dicks were dangling around in all directions. The players returned to their lockers while drying themselves off and letting it all hang out. Their peters swung around as they walked. There was absolute zero modesty in the locker room. Some of the guys stood and conversed in total nudity, absently touching their dicks or squeezing their balls while they spoke. Others sat on the benches and scratched themselves. A tall, naked blond boy rummaged in his backpack and finally came up with deodorant which he applied to his crotch before his armpits. A black dude took hold of his peter and pulled back its foreskin so he could completely dry his dick. Guys openly arranged their dicks after pulling up their boxers, squeezing and tucking them into place. Then they gave their junk another adjustment or two after getting their pants on.
Everybody had a big patch of crotch hair. Some of it was kinky, some was sort of puffed up and some was straggly. One particular boy's dick seemed to be surrounded by a doughnut-shaped ring of hair with his dick poking out of the hole. Regardless of appearance, they all had unmistakable pubes.
The penises especially appeared large to me. Even the peters that were semi-hidden inside their sheaths or just showed their heads through their hair seemed enormous. Some of the balls were shriveled up, some hung loose, some looked like bags of tanned leather. A few of the boys even had highly-developed nipples on their chests.
All of this caught me totally off guard. I must have been staring with huge eyeballs. I realized that I was "grading" them -- some of the boys were nice-looking when bare, while others were kind of ugly without their clothes.
One of the big dudes noticed me. "Hey, midget!" he yelled. "What circus are you from?"
"A spy!" came another voice.
As the boys became aware of me they all looked my direction. Another guy laughed: "What are you doing? Studying anatomy? Come on over and take a good look."
I made a quick decision and left the coach's message on his desk. As I headed for the door another guy called, "Hey, come back! You didn't have your shower yet! Nobody gets out of here without stripping and showering!"
Somebody else hollered "Grab him so we can look at his little prick.... just like he was looking at ours!" Another voice rang out: "Hey, kid, it's bad manners to keep your clothes on in a locker room!" "We'll fix that," a different boy promised.
I got safely away from them They were probably joking, but I was genuinely scared.
Out of that experience I learned something that has served me well: If you're going to look, do it discretely, obliquely, cautiously. Do not stare!
That night, having gotten over my fear of the big boys, I found that the memory of all those naked physiques helped me enjoy a private procedure that I'd recently learned.
Even though I had absolutely embarrassed myself that day in the locker room, I kept hoping for another message that would have to be delivered to the high school coach.
It sounds like those older boys (players) were okay with getting nude together. This seems to confirm something I heard years ago. The person was a recreation director. He said athletes are more accepting of nakedness. A successful player is comfortable in the locker room as well as on the field.
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