Gym Class Experiences?

[Rudynate]

Well that story sure took an unexpected turn.

 

If you knew the guy, it makes perfect sense-a deeply conflicted young man

[CuriousByNature]

If you knew the guy, it makes perfect sense-a deeply conflicted young man

That's too bad...

[Guest]

Showers were torture for me, especially in Junior High School, because I had no ability to control my manhood, and it wasn't subtle. I had to concentrate on looking at the shower floor and never, ever, looking up. One day a bunch of guys forced my head up, then took their turns whipping me with wet towels when the inevitable happened. I tried not to go to the shower for fear of what would happen, but the coach never let me avoid showering. One of my more traumatic memories....

[Rudynate]

That's too bad...

 

 

Even though I was attracted to him, I could never warm up to him because I was suspicious of him. Who knows what would have happened if I was more receptive - I might be dead or I might have a great story to tell about the mad affair that I had with a closeted bad boy in high school.

[Andy2]

Like others, I was not an athlete in high school, and there were several things (like rope climbing and tumbling) where I was outright incompetent. But the gym teachers (always coaches) were tolerant, and frankly my classmates were OK, some were even supportive.

 

Because I was underdeveloped compared with most other boys, I was shy in the locker room, but again no one seemed to care. (I was not a "popular" boy but was widely respected and perhaps feared because I was an academic super-star.)

 

For the most part, surprisingly, I have good memories. I learned to swim, to wrestle, to play basketball and volleyball (the latter I really loved and was pretty good at), and to be a team player in gym. It taught me respect for boys who were gifted in different ways from me, and their kindness to me, or tolerance at least, made me appreciative.

 

To this day, I am electrified by the memory of two well-endowed naked jockboys who had a towel-snapping rough house right outside the shower. A dozen of us watched as they taunted and snapped each other's abs with their towels. Very sexy.

[CuriousByNature]

Even though I was attracted to him, I could never warm up to him because I was suspicious of him. Who knows what would have happened if I was more receptive - I might be dead or I might have a great story to tell about the mad affair that I had with a closeted bad boy in high school.

Well I'm thankful it didn't turn out that way, and that you are safe and alive.

[CuriousByNature]

Like others, I was not an athlete in high school, and there were several things (like rope climbing and tumbling) where I was outright incompetent. But the gym teachers (always coaches) were tolerant, and frankly my classmates were OK, some were even supportive.

 

Because I was underdeveloped compared with most other boys, I was shy in the locker room, but again no one seemed to care. (I was not a "popular" boy but was widely respected and perhaps feared because I was an academic super-star.)

 

For the most part, surprisingly, I have good memories. I learned to swim, to wrestle, to play basketball and volleyball (the latter I really loved and was pretty good at), and to be a team player in gym. It taught me respect for boys who were gifted in different ways from me, and their kindness to me, or tolerance at least, made me appreciative.

 

To this day, I am electrified by the memory of two well-endowed naked jockboys who had a towel-snapping rough house right outside the shower. A dozen of us watched as they taunted and snapped each other's abs with their towels. Very sexy.

Ugh... my rope skills were non-existent. Ropes are for swinging on, not for climbing. Tumbling though was a different matter. I found I was an expert tumbler. Sadly, only when the tumbling was inadvertent... like down the stairs, on the ski hill, walking home from school... you get the picture.

[marylander1940]

Like others, I was not an athlete in high school, and there were several things (like rope climbing and tumbling) where I was outright incompetent. But the gym teachers (always coaches) were tolerant, and frankly my classmates were OK, some were even supportive.

 

Because I was underdeveloped compared with most other boys, I was shy in the locker room, but again no one seemed to care. (I was not a "popular" boy but was widely respected and perhaps feared because I was an academic super-star.)

 

For the most part, surprisingly, I have good memories. I learned to swim, to wrestle, to play basketball and volleyball (the latter I really loved and was pretty good at), and to be a team player in gym. It taught me respect for boys who were gifted in different ways from me, and their kindness to me, or tolerance at least, made me appreciative.

 

To this day, I am electrified by the memory of two well-endowed naked jockboys who had a towel-snapping rough house right outside the shower. A dozen of us watched as they taunted and snapped each other's abs with their towels. Very sexy.

 

I think your profile fits most posters on here, thank you for your honesty.

 

 

Showers were torture for me, especially in Junior High School, because I had no ability to control my manhood, and it wasn't subtle. I had to concentrate on looking at the shower floor and never, ever, looking up. One day a bunch of guys forced my head up, then took their turns whipping me with wet towels when the inevitable happened. I tried not to go to the shower for fear of what would happen, but the coach never let me avoid showering. One of my more traumatic memories....

 

I had to concentrate NOT to get it hard too... I would also look at the floor.

 

I had a crush on several classmates, one of them years later came out as gay but it was the 80s and thank God I was in a monogamous relationship.

 

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.

 

That happens constantly to to transgender women. Guys are in denial till the very end.

 

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Edited December 3, 2020 by marylander1940

[+ WilliamM]

Even though I was attracted to him, I could never warm up to him because I was suspicious of him. Who knows what would have happened if I was more receptive - I might be dead or I might have a great story to tell about the mad affair that I had with a closeted bad boy in high school.

 

I knew someone like that in the Army in Vietnam. I forget how many kids he had without being married. But, I was older and had a more dangerous job. So it all fine.

[Guest]

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.

Sounds like a very tormented, disturbed individual. Being behind him would have caused me to increase my drag coefficient in water...

[+ poolboy48220]

Showers were torture for me, especially in Junior High School, because I had no ability to control my manhood, and it wasn't subtle. I had to concentrate on looking at the shower floor and never, ever, looking up. One day a bunch of guys forced my head up, then took their turns whipping me with wet towels when the inevitable happened. I tried not to go to the shower for fear of what would happen, but the coach never let me avoid showering. One of my more traumatic memories....

I still remember a guy coming into science class crowing "Did you guys hear? Mike got a boner in the shower!"