Hit The Showers

 I remember when our gym coach would shout at the end of gym class, 

 "Okay, that's it. Go hit the showers!"

 You never saw 25 little boys run so fast and try to cram through the locker room door all at once. Many of us would already have our shirt and gym shorts torn off before we even got to our lockers, and we'd keep it unlocked during class (trusting that nobody would steal our clothes) so we didn't have to fiddle with our combination locks to get to our towel. We'd pull off our underpants (no jocks) and our socks and sneakers and run to the shower. 

It didn't take too many days before we didn't care that we were all naked. We didn't have time to be embarrassed! I do remember a few boys in 7th grade that had super-long thin penises that would wag back and forth and slap on their thighs as they ran to the showers. I was not nearly as well endowed.