Gym Class Experiences?

[+ Axiom2001]

A few minutes ago, I was in "The Gallery" perusing photos in the "Battle of the Bulge forum. While viewing and reading, I came upon a post regarding the students in eighth grade having to have a jockstrap as a class requirement. My mind ventured back to a few of my experiences in physical education.

 

In grade eight to eleven, I abhorred having to take physical education. I was not athletically inclined; thus I was "the pits" when it came to certain sports, i.e., having to climb ropes, doing some of the physical exercises and sporting events, and to top it off-- seeing all of that naked flesh flash before my eyes before and after the initial period was always too much for me, Mr. Innocent, to endure.

 

I didn't like my body during those days; thus to avoid the inner agony that I endured as a ninth and tenth grader, I volunteered to be a "towel boy" which enabled me to leave the session ten minutes before the others where I showered and dressed and find myself inside of a booth handing out the towels as the other guys emerged from the shower. At the time I did not look too keenly at all of that "massive meat" that came toward me five days a week, but to date, I do remember a few of those hung guys as they sauntered out and through the room to dry and dress.

 

When I was a junior, I transferred schools, for I did not want to take swimming in the nude. Again, with the way that I felt about body and cock (although the latter was an acceptable and good size unto itself)--I froze every time in thinking about being naked. At the other school, which was not too far from where I lived, I took regular gym, hating it each day and reveled in the fact that physical education was not required when I reached senior status.

 

ADVANCING forward-- At my third high school in a different state and city, I was asked to come to the physical education department to discuss a student with the coach. As I entered the locker room, I was beside myself in my having to view all of those naked bods that had gathered a short distance away from me. I spotted one of my students, a gorgeous blond young guy, whose cock is still distinctly visual today. I didn't know that a ninth-grader could be so "heavenly endowed." Yeah, I couldn't believe it!

 

But in looking back upon my connection with all of the male students who were in my charge during the 38+ years that I was an educator, I am truly, truly, truly glad and fortunate that I did not get into any trouble with any of them and that my taking physical education for four years was just another obstacle that I had to adapt and overcome in my own way.

Edited June 7, 2020 by Axiom2001

[KrisParr]

As a former college educator, I can attest to absolutely dozens of exquisite male students who sat under my tutelage. And many of them had me as their advisor. There were three or four in particular that were model-level quality that I would have given anything to pursue. And it didn’t help that most of them were at school on athletic scholarships. I suppose the hope of tenure, and pesky things like morals, etc. got in the way as well. That was about the time I discovered online escorts and 3-day weekends out of town. Fond memories indeed.

[+ poolboy48220]

That was my post you referenced!

 

I do have a handful of memories, mostly around the age when some guys had 'matured', and others had not yet. A couple of guys horsing around naked while in line to turn in their school-issued suits after swimming. One guy who'd impressively matured before all of us, well-hung and starting to get chest hair in 9th grade. Another guy who I saw diving off the deck into the pool, and the impressive heft of his cock as he was airborne and horizontal. Just after high school, I was assistant coach for the swim team, and one of the swimmers would come into the coach's office to shave, naked, because it had the only unbroken mirror in the locker room.

[MaybeMaybeNot]

In my high school, the jocks changed in the sports teams' locker room. Nobody showered. There was one semester, though, where three upperclassmen were in a class, changing at the same time as us. What I remember was them talking about prom night (or was it homecoming), how one guy's parents were getting him a room (?), and how another guy was planning on doing it the weekend before. I enjoyed their talk of sex.

 

In ninth grade, I began my fascination with pecs. I had a gym teacher who clearly had a defined set pushing into his t-shirts. After skiing one day, I saw him in his tightey whiteys, changing his clothes. He had stripped down entirely and was sitting down, either putting pants on or taking them off. I saw the pecs! But we made eye contact, and I felt bad.

 

After college, I would return to campus to use the workout facilities. I was very shy, very closeted. This is a very conservative college, very, filled with hot guys with the heart of Sunday School teachers or missionaries. At one point, the football team was walking into the facility and into their locker room. I heard one guy call out, "Oka guys, time to get naked." It was so hot to hear, and I envied their ability to spend time together casually naked.

[+ Pensant]

Oh, I certainly remember high school phys Ed! I was a little chubby and underdeveloped in 9th grade, but the following summer I grew a few inches and got leaner and went out for x-country and track. We always showered after gym class and I distinctly remember at least a dozen of my fellow students. Perfect asses and lean, smooth bods. I jacked off every night fantasizing about them, but maintained a very firm straight demeanor while at school.

[+ ButchAtl]

I enjoyed high school gym classes, but for some reason, we never got to shower, so hardly anything nude to see there. However,our white gym shorts often provided some interesting scenery. I remember one guy who never wore a jock...and I did like the days when wrestling was taught...hehe

[Guest DeanParkerTEX]

We had to shower in high school gym class. One half of the showers were individual stalls and the other half was just an open space rectangle with shower heads along the sides. You had to shower and I rememeber there being a student attendent at the door that would hand you a towel and check your name off to show that you showered. I always thought that was a weird thing but I guess that would have been a good job to have as a student.

[Rudynate]

I hated PE class. I was the typical clutzy gay kid who was always last to be chosen when we broke up into teams. The teachers were mostly chubby, out-of shape middle-aged guys who couldn't have done any of the things they were supposed to teach us to do. There was one really young one, fresh from college who had actual athletic skill - built and handsome. He seemed to realize how much I hated PE class and found reasons to take me out of class - like to help with uniforms for the sports teams, that sort of thing. Then when we were done, he would open up the swimming pool and let me swim for awhile. One time, he stripped off his T-shirt and jumped in the pool with me and swam a few laps. I was just enthralled at getting to swim with my young hunky PE teacher. He was totally hairless except for a little sprinkle across his shoulders and at the base of his neck. I have never forgotten him.

[+ WilliamM]

I hated gym in 7th grade mostly because we had to bring our own towels and lug the wet towel around for the rest of the day. ugh.

 

By junior year in highschool, I greatly enjoyed the group showers. Also I'm the Army overseas. Very sexy asses and men who greatly dislike underwear

[LivingnLA]

Growing up in a military medical family, we were very casual about the human body. So much so, that my dad walked around the house in less than polite company would expect. I was the kid with Zeig Mal! (Show Me! in English) and the teen with Dr. Westheimer's first book. I was sexually active early but I was responsible compared to peers. It made for some unusual experiences in high school. I'll never forget standing in the locker room after practice with my team captain asking if the rumors were true. He'd just broken up with his girl after a fight about how bad he was in bed. She and I briefly dated the previous year. Discreetly checking out his body while he asked his questions made me realize I was sexually attracted to guys in a different but no less powerful way than my attraction to women.

Edited June 9, 2020 by LivingnLA

[+ poolboy48220]

You had to shower and I rememeber there being a student attendent at the door that would hand you a towel and check your name off to show that you showered. I always thought that was a weird thing but I guess that would have been a good job to have as a student.

There was one guy who was always dirty. I heard that the gym teacher wouldn't let him leave class one day until he'd seen him shower, actually using soap.

[IndyGuy]

This thread brings back fond memories. I too was an awkward non-athletic kid. I do recall in high school that we had mandatory gym glass, and that during the semester, we had a mandatory 2 week swim class. After swimming, it was mandatory that we showered. The showers were simply one big open room with shower heads mounted to the wall. There were a couple of guys that I was attracted to, and got to see showering. I was still figuring things out then (it was a long time ago lol) but I hadn't thought of that memory in a very long time. Funny thing I still recall those guys first and last name...

[Rudynate]

There was one guy who was always dirty. I heard that the gym teacher wouldn't let him leave class one day until he'd seen him shower, actually using soap.

 

We were required to shower. Not showering just wasn't an option.

[+ poolboy48220]

We were required to shower. Not showering just wasn't an option.

We were too, but it was easy to skip, they didn't check closely. I always showered.

[+ sniper]

We were never given enough time to shower. we barely had enough time to change.

[Guest Calix_K]

School experiences? Not so much. Military shower experiences? Quite the opposite! Almost comparing each others in the showers ?

[Rudynate]

We were too, but it was easy to skip, they didn't check closely. I always showered.

 

 

They didn't release us until we were all showered and dressed and the bell rang signalling the end of the period.

[JustScott]

Definitely no showers, and not much peeking at the other guys, either. The absolute worst, though, as a “late bloomer” skinny freshman was the involuntary boner I would get between first period and PE. Different kind of “peaking”! ?

[MikeBiDude]

My first communal shower was at a summer camp, I was 7-8 yo, it was in the 60’s. We were marched into group showers and watched over by counselors who in retrospect were only 13-14 yo boys. I remember first time camp shower about 75% of us had hardons, I suspect from the newness of group nudity. The erections disappeared in the ensuing weeks.

 

My college prep high school only had gym required freshman year. Lots of eye candy, I fondly remember a few. In sophomore and junior years I worked as a trainer for the football team, taping ankles, being trained in some light massage, etc. One hot young guy about a year older than me was very open and comfortable with his nudity. At one point I had to wrap his groin in a 6” wide ace bandage before practices/games. He’d hop up on the training table naked, no jockstrap or underwear. That put his package right in my face, lol. He was blond, blue, and extremely smooth. Inadvertent touching of his ass/thighs made for wonderful j/o fantasies. Of course nothing sexual ever happened. Many, many examples of eye candy during those years.

 

In retrospect I attribute these eye candy high school years to forming my early choices of only wanting to meet very smooth guys? I got over that as I matured and learned the beauty of variety and the fun of stepping outside of “my type” when looking.

 

But...a smooth, blond, blue eyed surfer type will still give me whiplash ?

[Rudynate]

We had a real bad boy in our class. He was a year older than the rest of us and he had an incredibly hairy ass and a very muscular build. I had never seen a hairy ass before his, and I was fascinated by it. I never missed an opportunity to take a peak. I think he knew too. Years later I thought about him and suddenly realized that he had probably been coming on to me, at least a couple times. One time when we were swimming, he put an arm on my shoulder and told me what a nice kid I was. There were a couple other things like that. Probably just as well that I didn't pick up on it. It turned out he cruised parks late at night. He ended up beating a gay man to death and went to reform school for it.

[+ MysticMenace]

why don't I remember any hot scenes in PE class in high school? probably was a pretty horrible experience if the memories are repressed into the abyss. also...

 

I can attest to absolutely dozens of exquisite male students who sat under

 

I choose to stop reading your statement at 'under,' and I'll fill in my own blanks...?

 

I jacked off every night fantasizing about them, but maintained a very firm straight demeanor while at school.

 

am sure it's not just your demeanor that remained firm ?

[Stormy]

My first crush occurred at my physical education class. One nice looking guy would get out of the shower and had a big bush around his privates. Most of us were just developing the pubic hair. I couldn’t get his bush out of my head the entire year and looked forward to gym class only because I could ogle him in the shower

[jeezifonly]

HATED everything about PE. School didn’t have a pool, which is where I would have been chosen for a game instead of being the among the dregs that nobody wanted, who were eventually assigned to a resentful team.

 

In Jr High there were a couple of guys who had repeated a grade or two, and were physically developed. One had a good looking face and body but had terrible acne everywhere but I was fascinated by his body hair - a healthy sprinkle of chest hair, a treasure trail to a very thick Bush, along with having hair on his butt, and much thicker on his legs. The other one was very pale with a farmer’s tan, but had one of those big uncut missile-shaped cocks with weight that shifted (swung?) back and forth as he walked, and he knew it was intimidating.

 

Later in high school I did shower cause I knew I was stanky after class. Very few surprises among my classmates, but one time when I went back at the end of school day to look for something that I dropped in my locker and caught the coach in the shower. I waited til his hair and face were soapy and took a brief but good look. I’d never seen anything so beautiful- his naturally muscular body, just the perfect amount of hair, and my god, the oversized serving of meat AND potatoes he lathered generously for the few seconds I could stare safely. That image lasted for fantasy visual until Playgirl magazine was on shelves of better bookstores...

[Rudynate]

I had sort of a crush on a bad boy in high school. He was a year older than most of us because he had been held back a grade. And he was always getting in trouble - in middle school, he got drunk one weekend and broke into the school and went on a rampage, doing a lot of damage. The first time I saw him in the shower - I was almost overcome - he already had a mature manly body and his ass was really hairy. I had never seen a hairy ass before and I was initially shocked but got over soon enough. I used to beat off at home thinking about his hairy ass. One time we were swimming relays and he and I were on the same team. I was standing behind him, and he suddenly turned and looked at me, put an arm on my shoulder and said, "You're really a nice kid." I was in heaven. Another time, he came and sat with me at lunch. I didn't know what to do about all this attention so I just didn't do anything. Ultimately, he ended up going to reform school for beating a gay man to death at a cruisy spot in a local park.

[CuriousByNature]

I had sort of a crush on a bad boy in high school. He was a year older than most of us because he had been held back a grade. And he was always getting in trouble - in middle school, he got drunk one weekend and broke into the school and went on a rampage, doing a lot of damage. The first time I saw him in the shower - I was almost overcome - he already had a mature manly body and his ass was really hairy. I had never seen a hairy ass before and I was initially shocked but got over soon enough. I used to beat off at home thinking about his hairy ass. One time we were swimming relays and he and I were on the same team. I was standing behind him, and he suddenly turned and looked at me, put an arm on my shoulder and said, "You're really a nice kid." I was in heaven. Another time, he came and sat with me at lunch. I didn't know what to do about all this attention so I just didn't do anything. Ultimately, he ended up going to reform school for beating a gay man to death at a cruisy spot in a local park.

Well that story sure took an unexpected turn.