Date: Sun, 3 Sep 2000 20:27:10 EDT
From: CoachDad4yngr@aol.com
Subject: Memories of Years Past - Part 3

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about it.  Consider yourself forewarned.  So there.

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further.  Move on with your life and allow me to move on with mine.  Thanks
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NOTE: All these tales I tell are true.  They've brought many great memories
recalling them and I hope they bring as much pleasure to you.  You can
check out other memories of mine under "A Rich Tale" and my other true-life
stories in this section.  Please feel free to forward any comments to
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Memories of Years Past - Part 3 - First Time in the Lockerroom

     You remember that first time don't you.  Oh, sure you do.  What grade
were you in?  I had just entered the 7th grade.  I had my schedule and like
all the rest of the boys I had P.E. listed for three days per week.  I had
always enjoyed P.E. and didn't think much about it being on my schedule
until we met in the library for our first class.  It was then that I
realized that this P.E. was going to be a bit different than what we had
been accustomed to in elementary school.
     Our gym teacher was a very tall man and the basketball coach at our
junior high school.  He was a very aggressive man, yet with a sense of
humor and a nice side to him at the same time.  As we sat quietly at the
tables, he handed out a sheet of paper to each of us with the list of
requirements for the class.  This was the first time we ever had to wear a
"uniform" and I wasn't sure what to make of it.  I loved sports but had
never really played organized sports and was learning quickly what a "jock"
really was.
     We were required to have some sort of gym bag, a white t-shirt with
our last name in black letters on the back, red gym shorts, white socks,
sneakers and a towel for each class.  A towel???  Oh no!  We were going to
have to shower together?  The sweat broke out on my brow and my stomach
started turning somersaults immediately.  This I wasn't prepared for.  We
also needed to wear an athletic supporter.  I really wasn't familiar with
the term, but my mother told me later that it meant a jock.  Now that I
understood.  Naïve, wasn't I?....hahaha.
     The first day of participation in P.E. class came and I was nervous as
hell.  We went down into the old, dank lockerroom and began to change in
almost total silence.  It was bad enough we had to actually be nude in
front of each other, but the fact that I was changing in front of guys I
had known only a couple of days in school.  There were only about four or
five boys in my class that I'd gone to elementary school with.  One of my
best friends from elementary school was changing right next to me and
informed me I wasn't quite wearing my jock correctly.  I turned my head and
saw him standing there with just his jock on and all that flesh showing and
for some reason it excited me and embarrassed me at the same time.
     Tommy explained to me that the jock is not supposed to be worn over my
underwear.  Oh, really???  Does he really think I want to show off my
little thing to everyone in this room???  Hmmm, as I glanced around and
noticed that the others were all putting theirs on over their naked bodies
and I wasn't about to have a choice.  Wow, check out all those butts
hanging out of the backs of those jocks!  That part I was enjoying, but not
the thought of having to flash mine around.  I'd rather have just sat there
and watched them....hahaha.  I slowly pulled the jock and my underwear off,
all the while trying to hide "my privates".  Now, understand something,
when I would "play doctor" with my friends at home I enjoyed getting naked
with them.  But, this was an entirely different scenario. I was so nervous
during the entire class wondering what it was going to be like having to
shower with about 30 other guys at the end of class.
     Most of the guys came down to the lockerroom at the end of class and
the silence was deafening.  You could have cut the tension with a knife.
Gradually, each of us managed to strip down and began making our way into
the shower area.  You could sense that just about to man.....errrrr, boy
that is.....wanted to check out the others, yet trying to hide it at the
same time.  Many had their towels wrapped around themselves.  We tried to
shower, dry and get dressed as quickly as possible.  When we fully or
almost fully clothed and preparing to leave, a transformation had taken
place.  There was a certain comraderie which seemed to have developed.  We
had survived, we had seen each other naked and even though this wasn't a
sports team, we had that "lockerroom mentality" developing.  Maybe this
wasn't going to be so bad after all.
     Now, it was still sort of awkward for a good part of that year
whenever we would change at the start of class and especially having to
shower later on.  But, we realized were all pretty much the same.  Most of
us had those tiny 7th grade things and few had actually started growing
hair "down there".  When we went on the 8th grade things were quite
different.  Most kids had hit puberty and were growing hair, but some still
weren't.  Those late developers were extremely self-conscious about their
bodies and the lack of growth.  Do you remember all that awkwardness?  I
sure do.  But, despite the anguish, like I was starting to explain, the
advantages outweighed the horror of showing oneself to so many others.
Come on now, are you trying to tell me that you didn't do the old "pecker
checker" routine once in a while?  Yeah, right.  We all do.  We all want to
know how we stack up against the others.
     Of course, my reasons were developing into something completely
different than most.  I certainly didn't understand why at the time, but I
had this infatuation with cute guys.  I realized later on that I was gay,
but back then I didn't understand why some guys would make fun of me when I
was caught looking.  Fortunately, I hung out with a lot of the "jocks" from
school and didn't get a lot of harassment over it.  I kept it as subtle as
possible and never did anything to make myself obvious.  I didn't
understand why I couldn't look, but I knew that many guys didn't like it
when you were looking at them.  I kept my looks as subtle as possible.
     The guys who physically mature beyond their years were few and far
between, but the guys always seemed to give them a certain amount of
respect more than some others.  It was almost as if they were older than us
when in actuality we were the same age.  By the 9th grade things had
changed for real and now the "different" ones were the guys who had matured
very late and we looked at them almost like we would the 7th or even some
8th graders.  For some reason they were more like little kids.  It didn't
matter to me, I was attracted to all sorts of guys bodies.
     It was during these junior high years that I realized that those
youthful, playful days of being naked with my buddies having fun was nearly
over.  Some of you younger guys reading this are probably saying to
yourself, "But, my buddies and I have fun all the time."  It wasn't the
same back then.  Love, peace and making love may have been in vogue, but
being bisexual or gay still wasn't.  It wasn't until the late 80's when the
general attitudes seem to begin a huge change.  Today it seems to be chique
to be bisexual.  It's much more accepted to be gay.  Yes, my days of
playing naked with my buds was nearly over.  If it was going to happen from
this point on, there was going to be a much larger stigma attached to it.
Not that it would deter my lockerroom stares of course......haha.
     High school would bring about a couple of interesting tales.  If I
knew then what I know now, I would have been involved in swimming.  There's
a lot more naked bodies to be seen!  And those hot speedos, oh yes!  Even
though I wasn't that good of an athlete, I still hung out with quite a few
in high school.  It seemed I could hang out with just about any type of
group.  I had friends who were jocks, nerds, druggies(although I never
would partake with them) and just regular kids.  Fortunately, I am very
masculine and people would never guess that I'm gay just by seeing me or
talking to me on the street.  One of the best all-around athletes in my
grade was also a good friend of mine.  In fact, his father was one of our
two family doctors.
     Mark had such a great personality and an infectious smile and sense of
humor.  During my sophomore year, we had swimming for P.E. one day and had
come out of the showers.  Mark was one of the last out of the showers and I
had just put on my clothes and some of us were joking around.  Mark was
across the aisle from me at his locker and finishing drying himself off.
He had one leg up on the bench and all I could seem to focus on was his
cute butt cheeks.  Something overcame me and I just reacted to the
situation.  I picked up my wet towel and, with Mark looking the other way,
I twirled my towel end tight.  Suddenly it just
happened.........WHACK!!!.....I laid probably the most perfect towel snap
right at the top of Mark's left leg where it met his ass cheek.
     He howled in pain and went straight to the floor of that pool
lockerroom.  He was writhing in pain and I could see this huge red spot
appear right where that heavy cotton material had made its presence known.
People were laughing all around me while I was half laughing and half in
shock that I'd just done that to one of my best friends.  All the other
guys were loving it, but Mark was yelling he was going to kill me, while he
was still rolling on the floor.  On top of all that, I was getting turned
on staring at his beautiful naked body rolling around on the floor in a
sort of balled up condition.  Fortunately, Mark and I were laughing about
it the next day.
     My senior year was a bit different.  Most of the younger kids in
school were intimidated by us.  One of the jocks I knew, Tom, wasn't
intimidated by us and he was a kid I used to bowl with.  His older brother,
Jeff, was in my class and we were good friends.  One day after baseball
practice, the JV players were already in the lockerroom showering and
changing when we arrived.  Tom was on the JV team and had just come out of
the showers.
     He walked straight up to me, about 6 feet away, and he was holding his
hand in a loose fist shape about halfway between his navel and his gorgeous
penis.  I looked at him, not able to figure out what he was doing since he
was looking straight at me.  I also noticed he had soap all over hand.
Suddenly, while looking me right in the eyes, Tom thrust his hips forward
and squeezed his hand real tight and out squirted all this white, soapy
substance.  It shot out pretty far, just as if he'd shot a load for me.  I
was shocked, amused and embarrassed at the same time.  Several of the kids
were laughing.  At the time I thought it was just a practical joke, but
thinking back on it now, I wonder if Tom had his suspicions about me and
was making fun of me.  Guess I'll never know for sure.  But, I know one
thing, if it had been just Tom and I in that lockerroom, I might have
gotten me some right then and there.....haha.  Oh, how I would have handled
things differently back then if I knew then what I know now.

As I mentioned at the beginning, all these tales are true.  I would love to
hear your comments so feel to write me at CoachDad4yngr@aol.com.