Gym Stories

[wisconsinguy]

I know there have been times we shared gym stories on occasion. At the time, a bit painful and awkward. Now, I almost laugh out loud when I recall. So, I thought we could share a few and bring a few laughs. I'll start out. I was a fat little baby, fat little infant, child, adolescent, and teen.

So here are a few stories. These occurred when I was in 7th, 8th, and 9th grades.

1) When we had gymnastics. We were to climb the rope up to the gym ceiling. I was so chunky, I would just stand on the knot, and the other guys would just push me back and forth.

2) When we had to jump the "horse" we had to have someone "spot" us. No one would spot for me, so I didn't have to do it.!!! GFM.

3) I fell off the balance beam all the time.

4) Had to run up and down the bleachers. Haha, unless you dangled a Twinkie in front of me. The hostess kind, not the guy kind.

5) This last one is the best. Had a pool in my school. Only one in the school system. Lucky? Many people don't believe me when I have told this story. The boys did not wear swimsuits. So there we would sit in front of the gym teacher, with our budding units in front of him getting our instructions. Then we would first swim laps. All of our bottoms swimming past him many times. Oh, and then there were the diving tests. So we would stand on the diving board, jumping up and down, with our winkies flopping up and down too. Oh, and don't belly flop! Ouch! The best was when we played water basketball! With our friends sitting on our shoulders. Quite the site to see.

 

So, share a couple of stories. Could be fun.

[nate_sf]

Had a pool in my school. Only one in the school system. Lucky? Many people don't believe me when I have told this story. The boys did not wear swimsuits. So there we would sit in front of the gym teacher, with our budding units in front of him getting our instructions. Then we would first swim laps. All of our bottoms swimming past him many times. Oh, and then there were the diving tests. So we would stand on the diving board, jumping up and down, with our winkies flopping up and down too. Oh, and don't belly flop! Ouch! The best was when we played water basketball! With our friends sitting on our shoulders. Quite the site to see.

 

I'm always amazed to hear about this going on. I know it was common once upon a time, but just seems so inconceivable nowadays. I mean, what was the purpose? I would have wanted the gym teacher to strip down too, especially the coach freshman year - he was a hunk.

 

When I was in school, everyone was so modest, nobody would take showers. We'd come in off the field and just change back into our regular clothes... and this was in Arizona. We must have stunk something awful!

 

Like so many gay guys I was terrible at all sports. That freshman year I broke my arm playing flag football in PE. Walking around with my cast, people would ask how I broke it and I'd answer, "playing football." Then they'd ask, "freshmen?" (meaning freshmen football) and I'd answer yes, purposely allowing them to get the wrong impression I was on the team as opposed to it happening in PE. "Bummer dude" they'd say, and for a brief moment in time I had some sports cred. Though that all ended when the cast came off.

[+ Gar1eth]

PE in 7th and 8 grade junior high was on an alternating 3 days a week followed by 2 days a week schedule- either MWF or TTF. We received report cards every 9 weeks. One 9 week period was devoted to health where we made made posters and wrote reports.

 

Story #1. My coach in 7th grade was a real hard ass. I was a fat unhealthy uncoordinated kid. He gave me C's every report card even the 9 weeks we did Health when no physical/athletic ability was involved. And at my school for some strange reason , PE counted as part of your grade point average. I didn't make it into the National Junior Honor Society in 7th grade because of those C's.

 

Story # 2 Every year in junior high in PE we had to do a physical fitness test where we ran a mile and a half- 6 times around the outdoor track. I think this was part of the President's Physical Fitness Test. You were supposed to run the mile and half in 15 minutes or less. In 8th and 9th grade they stopped the test after at a certain time and just recorded how far you had run. But the sadistic b*stard coaches in 7th grade made us run the complete mile and half no matter how long it took. So as usual I was probably the slowest one. But I ran/walked all 6 laps. It probably took me thirty minute.s. PE was my 1st class of the day on the days I had it ( it alternated with choir). My second period class was social studies ( it was Texas History that year). So I come in after running that mile and a half. I feel awful. My heart is probably still pounding, Im sweaty, and I have a headache. Really I don't feel so hot. We have a substitute teacher that day in class. A few minutes after class starts I ask him whether I can go to the bathroom. He says no. I go back to my seat. I still feel like death warmed over. I'm sick at my stomach. Finally I can't hold it in anymore. I jump up from my seat to start running toward the bathroom. I don't quite make it. I upchucked right as I hit the doorway of the classroom. Later on that treacherous told me that if I felt sick in the future to tell him or not wait for his permission to go to the bathroom.

 

If you like these two, I have several more- but maybe I'll spare you.

Gman

[Diverdan]

I played football in High School, and the team was required to shower after every practice and game, which was great, as otherwise we would have stuck to high heaven. We had one guy who was a year or more older than the rest of us, not sure why, but he was the star in the locker room and showers! He was very well built, and hung like a horse, even in high school. His last name sounded much like "horse" and that became his nickname. He was not afraid to "show off" in the showers and sometimes if the coach was not around there would be some playing around in the locker room. He loved the attention and most of us were jealous. Unfortunately, he moved away after two years with us, and we never heard from him again. I always thought he might end up in LA working for a porn studio.

[wisconsinguy]

Forgot one: When we had health class, we often had a movie of some sort. There were three of us that sat together, and when the lights went out, the hands woke up and under the table they went. Groping at each others. I think that was my introduction to what edging might be like!

[+ Funguy]

In high school we always had to shower after gym class - we were pretty sweaty. But there were a couple of guys who were ginormous and they always seemed to be right next to me: thus my shower was always as cold as could be. Of course, then my nipples would perk up and it was always a disaster in the making.

 

In college, freshman year, we had to take a gym class for fitness. Included was swimming - naked, of course. I became very adept at hiding my chubby until one day when we were supposed to "rescue" our partner and swim, carrying him along, to the edge. That actually became the start of a nice friendship!! Unfortunately, that was my only experience in 4 years of college:

 

Guess I wasn't Funguy then (actually I was but no one to be fun with!)

[Phil_musc]

Nate's post above got me thinking. I think at my school they hired gym teachers and coaches based on the hunk factor. Even as a seventh grader I was interested in what they had going on down below. But they never took showers with us. But then I went out for a team sport later on in my school career and one of them actually got in the showers with us. It is a still masturbation fodder for fantasy for me to this very day.

[Rapaz]

Pretty generic story, but in high school we had PE. We were required to change but not shower. One of female best friends was close with a guy who I found so cute -- half white, half Dominican dude with tan skin but blue eyes.

 

Anyway, one quarter junior year we got PE/Health together and I purposely got a locker by his to meat gaze or at least try to get to know him at some point. A couple weeks into the quarter I think he picked up on my meat gazing and he started doing things that allowed me to get a peak at it. I didn't really think for sure he was teasing until one day he took off his shorts and turned toward me with this super hard on. He continued doing things like this, but it didn't lead to anything until a year later at our senior lock-in where the students had an almost unsupervised sleepover-like party the day after graduated. He asked me to hang out that night -- we did all the student activities and then went swimming in our school pool. After a SHORT time at the pool he said he wanted to leave and went back to the locker room.

 

It was a pretty straight to the point and elusive a the same time. He took his shorts off and casually mentioned how he didn like his foreskin and I said it looked nice. He got super hard, a played around with it for probably 30 seconds, put my mouth on it and within 3 or 4 strokes he came so much, it was my first time seeing that type of thing. He didn't want to do anything after that and eventually married one of the girls we went to high school with. Ugh.