Secret gay things you'd do as a closeted gayling

I was grown but here’s mine. My best friend in college who I had fallen in love with I would find ways for us to spend time together before we all met up as group. Either taking the same subway route, cab. I would always find a way for us to be alone. I actually think he started to realize and was flattered.

Locker room attendant where showers are required.

I used to pretend to wash my hands at locker rooms to see all the naked guys going out of the showers.

LOL how funny R1 and R3 are the living examples straight guys would give at one time for not wanting to serve with gays in the military.

R4, like straight guys wouldnt stare or ogle if they had co-ed showers.

R4 oh well 😂 just being honest. I remember once he fucked this chick in my dorm living room and then afterwards he came to chill with me in my room so we could smoke and watch movies. I was like dayum “you aren’t even going to hold her” and he was like “no fuck that”. She fell asleep on the couch. He was awesome.

R5 of course they would. That is why there were no co ed showers in my day,

R7 There still aren’t any co-Ed showers. Are you crazy 😂

Wilbur!

Eat at Chick-Filet

The hormones were raging when I was a teen. I was a total perv from about 12 on. And when you're a teen and not living in some place like NYC, your experiences are mostly teens that probably don't go to your school and older men. IOW, you're not able to fuck as much as you want to, so there's a lot of jacking off. And, oh boy, did I do a lot of that.

I would jack off anywhere I could get away with it.

I did it at the movie theaters if there was a hot guy on screen. Actually, I would jack off in the aisleway leading into the theater. The thrill of whether someone would catch me when they got up to go to the bathroom or if they came in late wouild really get me going.

Same for other public places I'd do it in. Of course, I didn't want to actually be caught. It was the risk more than wanting to be seen that turned me on. Fortunately, I was never arrested.

I hated my home life and would get back at family by cumming in food when I made it. And I don't mean things that were baked or cooked. Yes, I was terrible.

I never got into sniffing straight guy's underwear or anything like that. But I did take advantage of choir and other school trips by making sure to press my dick up against their asses when in bed together. And somehow I always managed to befriend the hottest guys... just a coincidence, I'm sure. It must have been their terrible personalities that I really liked.

It is odd though to hear so many straight guys argue against serving with gay men because they swore gay men would make it sexual. They would be checking out our cocks and asses all the time.

Of course then you come to DL and find out the truth.

Have to have been closeted to reply?

R12, oh, boo hoo. The poor straight guys. Does somebody have the world's tiniest violin to play a sad song for them?

R12 what exactly is your intent here and the argument you are trying to make. Most gay men are not duplicitous. Hell I fell in love with a handful of straight bros, I didn’t try to check them out in the bathroom or see them nude in any way. The most I did was sniff his north face jacket. That’s also how I knew I was gay and started researching pheromones. When you are gay you aren’t only attracted to the same sex physical form but also the smells. I’m technically bi because they are some beautiful women I love. But there’s no passion with me and a woman.

Hey I used to cum in my family's food, too! But like you, R11, I never did anything kinky like sniff underwear or check out guys in the gang shower. I'm not a freak!

r16, I admitted to being a total perv as a teen in the second sentence.

And by the time I was in school, guys didn't shower in groups. At least not at my schools.

You can tell r12 is an older boomer who grew up during the time when males did everything together.

R14 my violin gets played for the many gays with a bcd or a stint in federal prison because the argument was that the gays need to be kicked out because you can’t have them in the military because gays will make it sexual .

I always thought that was absolute bullshit

R19 No gays went to prison for being kicked out for being gay.

Actually I take that back maybe they did in the olden days.

C'mon -the straight guys check out other dudes in showers and locker rooms, too. There's a difference between checking another guy out and grabbing him and hauling him into a stall. Whether they're comparing dick sizes, muscles, body hair, or whatever -it's simple human curiosity. I'm pretty sure most of the muscle dudes at my gym are straight, but they love to strip naked in the locker room and take selfies as they pose in front of a mirror. They know they have an audience...

R11, I like your style. I too wouldn’t have done anything like you did, but I admire you for how you carried things out.

Back in high school the “alpha” gym teacher and former football coach offered an early morning workout/fitness class you could take instead of gym. 715 to 805am.

In regular gym class nobody showered and the activity was usually some non-sweaty bullshit. But in this early morning class it was intense and afterwards we all soaped up and rinsed buck naked in the gang showers. A few of these boys were hotties especially from the neck down. It was fun constantly stealing glances and “edging” toward an erection and then trying to stop it. I gained 15 lbs of muscle over a couple years .. and I also gained an almost fetishistic appreciation for a well formed male butt.

I was still in the closet in college. I lived off campus in junior year. On certain days of the week, I had early classes (8:00 am) the fall semester. I noticed that a really hot guy who lived further up the street would walk by my house on his way to campus about the same I was leaving. He was truly beautiful. Nicely muscular and wore tight Levi's. He had a beautiful butt. I made sure that I left for class just as he passed my house each morning, so I could be right in step behind him for the ten minutes it took to get to campus. The movement of his glutes in tight, faded denim mesmerized me.

I went to an all boys high school, but I was too scared of being found out to do anything even stealing glances in the locker room. I just jacked off relentlessly to images of actors in films and tv, the occasional gay storyline in a novel (more homophobic really...like "The Lords of Discipline"), and athletes in professional sports.

At 13, I knew something was up when I saw Marc Singer in "The Taming of the Shrew" on PBS.

Sucked my dad's toes while he slept.

[quote] I hated my home life and would get back at family by cumming in food when I made it. And I don't mean things that were baked or cooked. Yes, I was terrible.

You're a degenerate R11.

R11 You are sick. A fkin trash human being. I kinda think you lying because you would have to have been a disturbed child to think and be brave enough to actually do it. And if true that means you are much worst today. Shit prolly a lie though.

I used to stand in front of my bedroom mirror posing proudly as Maria Callas standing on the neck of one of my sister’s old dolls as I pretended that it was Jackie Onassis.

Lowkey I used to put a rag on my head when doing the choreography for TLC’s creep. And I learned the whole thing and had it down to perfection.

When I was a teenager I'd have to wash the family car in the front yard on the weekends, so I'd take the opportunity to tease the middle-aged gay couple who lived across the street by going shirtless, wearing short-shorts, and making provocative moves. The one guy would often find a reason to take their dog for a super slow walk up and down the block. .. I was actually hoping that the hot, blond (straight and married) Swedish guy who lived next door to them would take notice.

Steal playgirls and try to catch glimpses of the boys in the showers at the locker room

Sucked my older cousin's dick.

Put in my socks every morning singing “Anita’s gonna get her kicks toniiiight..”

r28, first off, I'm not lying.

Second off, fuck you. I'm very glad you did not have my childhood. What I did (without their knowledge) was mild compared to what was done to me.

Fuck it!

Enjoy every minute of showering with my high school classmates around a pole with six shower heads

r31, your story reminds me of car washes we used to do to raise money for choir fundraisers as a teenager. A lot of homoerotic play with the "straight" boys. Soaping each other up. Putting the hose down each other's shorts as a joke. And we were just wearing shorts because it attracted more interest. That's not a lie either.

I know it's hard for Gen Z and under to understand, but for us millennials (and probably Gen Z), it was actually somewhat normal to have your high school car washes show some skin. I know when the cheerleaders had their car washes some of the girls would be on the corner with shirts tied off because horny old men give really good tips.

Very different world from today.

Sorry, that second Gen Z should read Gen X.

[quote] it was actually somewhat normal to have your high school car washes show some skin...Very different world from today.

Yes. It is very sad how many things have changed for the worse.

I don't think it was wrong, r40. No one was hurt and those are good memories. But like I said, different times.

R20 R21 does not know gay military history. Most who were caught for being gay did not go to prison, lots though did.

Two years for some , 8 months for others , but no matter how long it was a felony conviction, I knew some inc one career E-6 that went to prison. I would have sent that , porn booze using predator , to prison as well,. A true predator.

He took at least 11 maybe more junior enlisted down with him.

. .

I did what R3 did, except my spot was a water fountain. It was situated right where the shower area meets the lockers. Right beside the fountain was a plastic trash can with clean towels that the boys gathered at briefly to grab a towel. Nice setup for a junior high gayling. I also would linger (loitered) while dressing to get to see some more.

I love locker rooms to this day

R34, you are a true Datalounger and an icon for every theatre queen!

I used to like when gym class made us do jumping jacks! I could see all the packages and arses jiggling about!

I loved and feared gym showers in junior high. I loved the sights and smells, but was terrified of popping a boner in front of everyone. Never happened, fortunately. It was a truly life-altering experience, as I saw my first uncut cock -attached to a very fit, very mature, Mexican-American guy who was also sporting a bit of a mustache as a 8th grader. I don't have to look too deep to discover the origins of my thing for uncut latin men...

R31 you were a whore darlin 😂

I love you, R34.

R47, and now we all know why you live in Puerto Vallarta!

R48 I know! .. I sometimes wonder if I'd have gone to flirt4free or chaturbate if those venues had been around back then...lol.

I adored trough urinals. So I would tag along with any old male relative going to any venue that would have trough urinals. I went to a LOT of sports games.

R12, straight guys check out each others' dicks

Sadly, I don't live in PV, R50. But I do live in San Diego, which has no shortage of hot latin men. We still have a functioning bath house, too.

R53, straight guys love dick. Why he'll! They're the ones who like dicks on chicks 🤣

Even though we were required to take showers in middle school I somehow managed to hide and get dressed without doing it. I was too afraid of getting a hard on. I couldn't risk it. And I could hear the guys really whooping it up in there, they were having what you could call a ball.

By high school you really couldn't get out of it. The showers opened out onto the locker room with half a wall separating the showers from the lockers coming up to the waist so they could see that everyone was taking a shower and to prevent the water from coming into the locker area. But guys walked to the showers naked and you could see everyone naked in the shower area there were no dividers. What I realized was that I had a pretty mediocre looking class. Very few guys were what I considered good looking. Yeah a few were handsome and some cute but they were few and far between. Let's say by the time I was in high school because of the mostly lackluster looks of my classmates I never had to worry about getting a hard on in the shower room again.

It was the reverse for me, R56. In junior high everyone was required to shower every day. The showers were in a long, narrow space, open at either end. You stripped down, and walked naked through the gauntlet. You had to get totally wet from head to toe. There was a caged window at the end where you had to give your locker number in exchange for a towel. If you weren't wet enough, you were sent back through the line. The TA in the cage compared the locker numbers with the attendance, and if you didn't go through you were called out at the end of the period.

When I got to high school, showers became optional. The schedule was still built around them, but not a lot of guys showered -preferring instead to have some extra free time to hang out by the door, waiting for the bell. I was so used to the daily shower that I seldom skipped it. I didn't like being all sweaty and stinky for the rest of the day. And there was still a lot to see in the shower room...

I really think the younger guys are worse off for not showering after gym class. The hyper-modesty is really just body shame. And doing those showers while most of the guys were going through puberty made most of us feel better about ourselves. There was always someone less developed, with smaller equipment, etc. We developed a better appreciation for diversity, and by the end there really wasn't much difference. Some of us were hairier than others, or better hung, but we saw ourselves as part of the normal range.

Well you're younger than I am. Showers were required. As well as wearing a jock strap.

[quote] There was always someone less developed, with smaller equipment, etc.

Logically, that of course doesn't work. There was always someone who was going to be the least developed, always someone with the smallest equipment.

You're saying YOU weren't that person, so it worked for YOU.

I'm sorry you had it bad, R59. But at least 90% of guys experienced what R57 reports and I concur. I did discover that my sister was into size meat, though. Her boyfriends were cute but when I got to freshman year in HS I discovered two were horse hung jocks. I was a jock, shockingly. Cause I was often called a fag. But I was smart and handsome and determined to be a jock too so a kind gym teacher made sure it happened for me. I was pretty middling but I cherish all time and I loved speed and competition. I was into legs. I checked out all the legs on all my teams. When cocks are not hard, there really isn't a lot of range exempt a few outliers.

I'd monitor my son's porn use and research gay misdeeds in ancient history, like the fall of the Roman Empir

[quote]The TA in the cage compared the locker numbers with the attendance, and if you didn't go through you were called out at the end of the period.

TA was probably hard under his caged desk. Can you imagine an adult today having a job handing out towels to naked, wet, adolescent boys?

I hate gay shaming of checking out men. Straight Men check out women ALL the time, up and down. Men are visual beings. I love checking out men in locker rooms as a change. That’s how you find out who’s into the attention and will put on a show for you. There are a lot of exhibitionist out there who live the attention no matter who it’s coming from.

I used to sneak out of my room and ride my bike around the neighborhood and watch couples fuck in their cars. I didn’t need to see much. Just steamed up windows and the car rocking - just to know sex was going on and a hard dick was involved.

R63, I agree! I have no shame checking out men, straight or gay! Besides, it's their fault, dressing like little sluts, flaunting their asses and packages around.

My college roommate, and best friend in college, would insist on snuggle time. Oddly, he doesn’t seem to be gay, just fine with casual male affection in this one instance.

He was blond, Iowa kid, and fit from being on my college’s track team.

I of course fell in lust with him and loved our random snuggle time. My family is not affectionate so this physical touch was a big deal and little confusing at first.

But every two weeks, or so, he’d say, “snuggle time?” I’d cross over to his side of the room to jump in his bed. One of us would spoon the other while we finished talking about our day or some topic or another (noting ever sexual or flirty)..

He dated a girls. Never gave off a gay vibe but was a good loyal friend. When I came out to him senior year, he was unfazed. Our friendship didn’t change at all. We roomed together in college and after graduation for a total of 5 years straight.

He is now married his wife is lovely. But the snuggle sessions were a kindness. Now, when that Iowa boys tried to wrestle with me, that when my hormones couldn’t handle the contact and I had to give up quickly or else risk a hard on. Also, he wrestled and could take me down quickly.

I miss college.

R38, Gen Z very much understand, which is why almost all top line Frshman Frats are on the car wash trend. See for yourself.

R60’s sister is welcome to join DL, she has good taste!

My family were all into sailing so I grew up around yacht clubs and sailing regattas. The best time was when the boats would get back in from an overnight race and there would be wave upon wave of men heading directly to the showers to clean up before heading to the bar.

I think it was the close camaraderie formed by crews that meant they were all very ok with being naked around each other. When you’re racing, you just go to the side of the boat and flop it out to pee.

Guys would stand at the sinks naked and shave while chatting to each other, the showers were nearly always open style with a row of shower heads along one wall, and the talk would often get dirty as they talked about their wives/partners/girlfriends.

I’d hang around as much as I could and walk through quite often to ‘use the toilet’. If the set up of the club change rooms was right, I’d sometimes get down on hands and knees and look under the toilet door to see as much nudity as I could. I’m glad that mobile phones weren’t invented then because I probably would have got busted recording.

Like the poster above who can pinpoint where he developed his uncut Latin fetish, I fucking love hairy, unkempt, dad bod fit guys. The ones who are sexy af without even knowing it.

And yes, a few guys over the years picked up on my high level of interest in the change rooms and sought me out at different stages.

There's only so much trouble one can get into as a closeted gayling in the 'burbs (and in a red state). This feels like a cliche at this point, but yes, I was there in WaldenBooks at the mall "secretly" thumbing through Playgirl while masking it with a copy of "Life" magazine or something, adding imagery to my mental spank bank. Also: lots and LOTS of staring at the hunky gym teacher who was the subject of my first big crush.

Not unlike R69, during my adolescent years my family had a boat which was moored in a harbor in Chicago where there was an ancient yacht club building with a locker room, showers and "sleep rooms". As a pre-teen / teen (between the ages of 8 to 16) I would find all sorts of reasons to hang around the men's locker room hoping to get a glance of some hot daddy showering or changing. (The fact that my parents never caught on to my antics speaks volumes of the type of upbringing I had as the late-in-life only-child of older parents.) Those experiences stayed with me and prepared for eventually seeking out shopping mall washrooms and forest preserves once I got my drivers license.

Why doesn't TeaCunt in all her guises get the full boot by M?

R72 Because I got it like that, no Cardi.

I cosplay as a gay black man on DL and use wild racist stereotypes in my language, further reinforcing why I’m rightfully despised by the world.

At the beach there was a walking/bike path. There was a section with a brick retaining wall. If you sat on the wall, you could people watch.

I discovered at a very young age that when a guy rides a bike in swimming trunks, his dick would be visible as they rode toward you if you were sitting on the wall.

I spent a lot of time sitting on that wall and people watching during the summer.

I was in middle school/high school in the late 80s/early 90s and nobody took showers. I wish we did!

All I got in gym class was seeing the guys in their underwear, occasionally there'd be a glimpse of ass crack or ball sack.

Let's not forget the dorm bathrooms during college. My senior year I lived on a hallway with four rooms that shared a bathroom. There were two showers, side by side, open to the rest of the room. At one time or another I saw all three of the other guys naked. One was a husky blonde football jock. He was right next door to me and had a sleep-over girlfriend. Listening to them fuck used to drive me crazy. I did see him walking to the bathroom -naked and hard- one time. To him it seemed like a chance encounter, but I heard them fucking and him saying he had to piss... I listened at my door to time my exit with his. He was very well hung (thick) and had a glorious ass.

He married the girlfriend. I hung with them at my 30th reunion. He was still as hot as ever.

Well……..

My college dorms all had individual showers with dividers and curtains. I never saw any naked guys dammit!

I’m thankful for my old school dorm with 24 rooms sharing one bathroom with six shower stalls and a dozen sinks in a row. Eye candy everywhere. It was heaven.

I certainly did not have the audacity and willingness to do what many of you did. I admire those of you who did though.

I sometimes do thank the universe for locker rooms. I love that one moment when it’s “dudes this way, chicks that way” if a guy is doing the towel dance, I give him space, privacy. But some guys will stand right there, dick out taking all the time in the world. OR I always like to catch the ones tryin to see my dick. Men like looking at other guys cocks. It’s not always sexual, even though for me it is.

[quote] I did discover that my sister was into size meat, though. Her boyfriends were cute but when I got to freshman year in HS I discovered two were horse hung jocks.

Did you every confront your sister about this?

[quote] Can you imagine an adult today having a job handing out towels to naked, wet, adolescent boys?

Those certainly were the days, my friend.

[quote] He married the girlfriend. I hung with them at my 30th reunion.

Huh? You went to a 30-year HS class reunion (meaning you were around 47 or 48) and "hung" with a straight couple?

R73 it's baaack

80+ reasons why women do not want trans M2F trans in their spaces, lockers rooms, showers, etc..

There are lesbians in the locker rooms R87 checking out the young tight bodies I am sure.

R88 checking out?

Do you see a lot of lesbians on DL talking about, on the sly depositing bodily fluids into the food of friends or family, masterbating in public hallways, stealing the underwear of the women in the gym so they can have a good sniff after, rubbing up against total strangers on the bus during rush office?

If so I missed those threads

Master Bates

Is masturbation to gay thoughts a gay sex act?

No.

Does masturbating to straight porn make you Bi?

R87, it's also why a lot of gay men don't want women in their spaces, like you for example. We don't want an uptight stick in the mud stating her boundaries (and bringing up trans!) on what is meant to be a fun, loose thread.

Shoplifting Playgirls from Waldenbooks was like a rite of passage for gay boys of a certain generation. In those pre-internet days, Playgirl was the only way you could access male nudity in a regular, mainstream retail setting.

[quote]Let's not forget the dorm bathrooms during college.

I didn't "forget," but misunderstood & thought this was solely about one's literal years as a minor! On a number of occasions I've wondered if I was somehow exaggerating it all in my head – keep in mind I grew up in suburbia, and had almost no real-world experience – but I later found out (I'm getting there) that I was not. My specific dorm hall, with a single bathroom for everyone, was a hotbed of INSANELY hot guys.

I wondered if I was misremembering both because the hot-to-not ratio was stunningly high, but also because, well, Mrs Patrick Campbell would've been very pleased there. I received visual verificatia of the existence of sizemeat every fucking day! Worse still, the hottest guys were the most hung, and all were growers AND showers: even flaccid I could tell they were 8" easy. I went to one of those schools that's known for both academics as well as sports, so my hallway reflected the school's mix of predominantly Asian nerds and mega-studly lacrosse players in particular. Among the three hottest guys, two were lacrosse players and one was a literal teen model. (He had several issues of "Seventeen" magazine where he'd modeled clothes for shoots.) He had a pretty classic swimmer's build, but EASILY the biggest dick of the bunch. (Also the only one I ever saw erect: he was sporting morning wood once when I was in the bathroom getting cleaned up.)

As for how I found out: it was basically a double fluke. First, only about 20 people from my city were in my class, but one of them had a room down the hall from me. He was very good-looking but kinda short, so not really my type, and he was a pretty classic "frat boy asshole" type. Second, it was right around a decade later when I walked into one of my local gay bars, only to see the frat boy asshole hanging all over a hot dude. We hadn't seen each other since graduation (and only rarely after our first year), and *definitely* didn't know the other also liked cock! After passing each other in a hallway, we both literally stopped; physically turned around to do a, "Holy shit - he's gay?!?" appraisal on one another, lasting a solid but wordless 15 seconds; and went along our way.

After *that*, I ran into my old hall monitor at my 10-year reunion. I was out by then, as was he (I'd had an inkling in school but didn't know for sure), and we of course gossiped. Unlike me, the frat guy apparently had some drunken hookups with dudes that were common knowledge among RAs. He also said I "won the lottery" in terms of hotness quotient, as also determined by the RAs collectively.

Anyway, back in school I managed to figure out the rough times that the hot guys would shower in the morning (and also often in the evening, at least for athletes), and also figured out how I could spy on the showers – originally built without stalls or curtains – from the reflections in a handful of mirrors along the row of sinks. The hotter of the two lacrosse dudes took unusually long showers, and while I'm truly not sure if he was onto me, he definitely wasn't trying to keep anything concealed (not that he was a talker in the shower or anything, and sadly never spanked it in there that I saw).

[quote] I ran into my old hall monitor at my 10-year reunion

Is he now a Datalounge hall monitor?

Did the hall monitor still carry his telephone dialing pencil with him?

To clarify, I meant RA, not "hall monitor"! (as in resident advisor)

I never saw open showers in any college dorm I was in in the 90s. And nobody got naked in front of each other. What decade were you guys in school?

In high school they had a large industrial washer and dryer in the locker room to launder the team uniforms for the football ,baseball and wrestling teams. These were the old school type of uniforms that had the name badge in the back of the waistband that you could write on. My interest was primarily with the wrestling team and I was able to abscond some singlets worn by my favorite grapplers on the team from the dryer by looking for their name in the waistband. I think I still have them somewhere.

R89 Run, don’t walk, to the nearest grease fire and throw yourself in. Fuck off with your pearl clutching and avoid the thread if it upsets you so.

Or start a domestic violence thread.

My summer job for three yrs in hs was locker room attendant at the local swimming pool. I would mop, pick up wet towels left behind and keep the room clean. It as a perfect job for a gayling. Saw many of the boys I dreamed of seeing naked actually naked, as well as fully grown men. I loved it, but had to give it up when I went to college. Much fapping material gifted to me.

I was swimming pool locker room attendant in Simferopol.

So, a lot of toilet and shower skulking. Nice.

r89, it's MASTURBATING, not masterbating. JFC. Of all things to spell incorrectly on a thread like this...

P.S. If it bothers you so much, you don't have to read all these memories you know.

r87, while I'm with you on the trans men shouldn't be in women's spaces thing, this really isn't the thread to talk about it.

r87, sorry, I meant trans women shouldn't be in women's spaces. Ack. Easy mistake.

Peek on John McCain in the Senate locker room

In the early 80s, I was in a Catholic college dorm. The dorm bathroom had separate shower stalls. I was washing my hands, in a sink, when the dorm monitor said “boo” and jumped naked in front of me. He was 22, was Irish and Native American with beautiful black hair, a totally smooth, muscular body and big cock! I gasped! We stood there, just talking and I was blushing. I was so scared because I was so attracted to him. He then wrapped a towel around his waist. He reminded me of a very preppy Christopher Reeve. God, he was beautiful.

I was deeply closeted, however. To this day, a hot man freshly emerging from a shower, and wrapped in a white towel, is incredibly intoxicating.

I'm assuming that the open showers in high school and college and boys walking around buck naked in front of each other was in the 60s and 70s, possibly 80s? In my experience, that was all gone by the 90s.

I didn’t see any of that in the 90s. The RA did have to ask people not to create a nacreous layer of permacum in the shower stalls.

R104 please tell me you graduated to an internship at Steamworks!

"I'm assuming that the open showers in high school and college and boys walking around buck naked in front of each other was in the 60s and 70s, possibly 80s? In my experience, that was all gone by the 90s."

Yep. I see it as a direct result of the Reagan years and rise of the Moral Majority and Family Values dumping so much homophobia on our society. No one seemed to question single-sex nudity (locker rooms, showers, the Y, etc.) until the late 80s and early 90s. Almost overnight the school showers were shut down and boys were taught to fear being ogled by other boys -to the point of hysteria. Having a sense of modesty is fine. But towel dancing in the locker room is just infantile.

r115 that's interesting. Perhaps it was that. There was also what seemed like a sudden "awareness" of homosexuality in the US and by the 1990s males being naked together was "gay." I posted above about being in high school and college in the 1990s and if any one of us guys in the locker room suddenly stripped naked in front of everyone and headed to the showers, it would've been a total "WTF" moment. It would've been seen as extremely abnormal. The parents of the other boys probably would've been calling the school

All the men I've known who were teens in the 60s/70s/80s have said the same as the posters on here - nudity in locker rooms was no big deal at all.

So weird how things seemed to change so fast.

I know a guy who was at school in the 80s and it was a group dorm shower, and the biggest flex was bringing your girlfriend in there and showing her off.

McMartin Preschool case was the tipping point.

R115 and R116 make sense. I’m sure some gay Masters or PhD student must have done a thesis on this. If not, DataLounge has found something worthwhile to fund for a scholarship

Or maybe people wanted some goddamned privacy.

I read an article in the New York Times from 1996 on this topic, and it suggested that it was largely due to young people being bombarded with hyper-sexual images of perfect bodies making them feel insecure. If that's the case, then ending the showers was completely the wrong thing to do. Sure, there were hot guys that made you feel inadequate -but there were a lot more guys that looked just like you. Or worse. Seeing all the other guys naked made me feel more normal. Sure, I saw that I was on the lower end of the fitness spectrum, but then I already knew that from all the boot-camp-like activities we had to do during PE class. I didn't have to get naked for the bullies to tease me for being fat. And while there was bullying everywhere else at school, I don't recall anyone saying anything in the locker room. EVERYONE felt a bit inadequate, even the bullies. Today we seem to be teaching kids to give in to their fears, rather than confronting them.

After the first week or so, I stopped looking at the dicks and balls. There wasn't much to see on most of the guys. I noticed muscles, especially pecs. And those were on display all class long, as we were frequently required to play games as shirts vs skins.

[quote]But towel dancing in the locker room is just infantile.

You see these guys in the locker room at the gym who come out of the shower wrapped in a big towel, and then struggle to put on their underwear with the towel still wrapped around them.

I always feel like shouting at them "Jesus Christ, nobody cares about seeing your bare ass for two seconds! Grow the fuck up."

I always thought not being required to shower after gym class was disgusting and unhygienic. Of course I had ulterior motives to wanting open showers... but still!

R11 is a sick puppy.

R122 exactly almost no one based on national data ,is looking at some young naked boy in the locker room , and thinking how fuckable he is and how lovely that cock and ass is.

And virtually no one is thinking of stealing that young boys jock strap to smell and lick for later

That is total bullshit spread by homophobes to discredit gays, it is after all a school locker room not pickle park or the club baths.

R107

Have you noticed how relentless and funny DL is as far as making fun of others and how weak and sensitive so many on DL are when you make fun of those on DL.?

They go from tough talking attackers to absolute triggered pussies in a flash,

When I was a boy we belonged to a swim club. It was unusual for that time for the men's locker room to have individual shower stalls with curtains but it did and I didn't know any better. However in the dressing area men of all ages were quite comfortable naked around each other and the young men, much older than myself had that sexy deeply tanned look with the white ass down perfectly. I guess it was when I realized the male body was so fucking beautiful.

When I was a sophomore in high school in the mid-60's, we had the group shower. Unfortunately I was near sighted and had to wear glasses - so I didn't get to see much. I did put on my glasses before I used my towel so now and then there was a glimpse.

One day as I was sitting on the bench tying my shoes, I looked up and the assistant coach was lying on TOP of the lockers near the ceiling of the locker room, watching us all. I stared at him and caught his eye. He just shook his head and put his finger to his lips in a SHHH movement.

It was so strange - but kinda hot.

R128 damn.

r125 these aren't boys, they're grown men.

You guys have all had far better lives than me. I have never had alot of sex- none of this "everyone is actually one beer away from being gay shit"- None of it. I "grew up" in the mid nineties.

I may have been a royal ho in my past life, I reckon.

I cannot think of one secret gay thing I did. I had a crush on my second cousin but I knew it was wrong and blocked that out.

Yeah, mid-90s late Gen X gay coming of age was not super fun.

I once recorded some random campy nonsense while testing a tape recorder. Then gave the tape to a “friend” for dubbing something else and forgot what was on it. He heard it and told me I was a big fag and I never saw him again. Yay high school.

I went to private school 5th and 6th grade. I do remember at that age even having to shower after gym class. I was born mid 70s so this would be1985 about. I even remember on occasion the gym teachers showering, mixed in with the students, as well if they were done for the day and heading home. And growing up nudity wasn’t a big thing. My dad would walk around naked a lot from the bathroom to his room. When we were younger, my brother and I would shower with him sometimes (5 yo, brother 8). We would go to the racquet club and men would walk around naked everywhere in the locker room, kids naked there too. It wasn’t a thing. Your towel was just used to dry off.

Heaven Help Us. Anyone else remember that movie? That’s what sons boys gym classes were like.

R66, that’s a wonderful story to hear about. I’m not usually very sentimental but I’m happy just to hear that you both treasured that time together.