Okay,am I the only one who doesn't know what NTTAWWT stands for?

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Not That There's Anything Wrong With That....

Thank you BR!I guess I'm just not cool

[ June 05, 2006, 04:21 PM: Message edited by: eddiec. ]

From the "Seinfeld" gay episode.....

None of my coaches were all that attractive, but we had some good looking refs for basketball. When we had home games, they would change and shower in the coach's office and sometimes I would sneak a peak in there hoping to see something.

No more Wheaton Central anymore. It was renamed Wheaton Warrenville South High School. The other high school there is Wheaton North.

Yeah, and I'm hearing they will soon be tearing the old building down for shopping, etc...

Showering wasn't mandantory in Jr, High. There were a few guys that would shower in their tighty whiteys.

In high school, again, it wasn't mandatory to shower. But I did catch a few glimpses of guys in their underwear. One guy even wore white fishnet style jockeys. His dark pubes were peeking out through the holes.

One of the coaches also made it a point to piss in the trough. Right where I was dressing. I was scared to look, but could hear him behind me. I had a lot of hot coaches, that stoke many of my fantasies. I remember one, interrupting my class, to tell my coach, that he was going to change and go for a run around the track. I was right near the door and could have easily slipped away. That I didn't...I totally regret.

Back when I was in junior high, it was Tony DelDuca, one of the gym teachers who was also a football coach. He was probably 25 or 26, and hot as hell. Short and real muscular with dirty blond hair. When the weather was good, and if he didn't have a class, he sometimes go running on the track. He'd wear just a pair of shorts and no shirt. OMG!! I can still remember that hairy chest and just staring out the window at him. I wonder what ever happened to him.

I love communal showers. Thankfully my suburban gym still have an open shower room (the city branch of this gym chain does not).

In HS, our weight room was within the locker room and I remember lifting as an alternative to having outdoor gym class during the winter months. When I was a freshman, there was a junior on the wrestling team who always stripped down and weighed himself when we were in there lifting. He had a perfect set of buns (and a cute face, like Danny Noonan from Caddyshack). We had open showers in HS but almost no one showered after gym -- too little time and too much embarassment as teens, I suppose.

College was where I confronted my fear of open showers for the first time. I lived in an all-male dorm and we had open showers. It took a couple of weeks of showering at odd hours (so I could be alone) before I could manage showering with the guys without getting a h*rd on. I can remember just about every shape and contour of all the guys' bodies. One of my favorites was a guy (Sean) who lived across the hall -- just perfectly relaxed in his 20-year old skin. And I agree that anyone who says Irish guys are small has been traveling in the wrong circles. (Being Irish, myself, I know that to not be true. LOL) My ultimate crush, though, was on my roommate, Terry. He was captain of the soccer team in college -- and a completely nice guy. We never did anything about it, but I think there was a bit of curiousity between us. We used to wrestle in our underwear all the time and spend weekends lazing about our room talking. He used to hug me a lot and I would swoon.

We also used to take what we called "disco showers" on weekend nights. Someone would bring a boom box and a few desk chairs (they were hard laminate on aluminum frames) and a couple of six packs and a bunch of us would turn on all the showers to steamy hot and we'd sit in there under the jets, drinking, laughing and singing to Prince in preparation for a night out at parties. Someone would occasionally get up and do some silly naked dance and it was all fun. Anytime I hear "My House" by the Maryjane Girls I flash back. Great times.

Aqua you were such a dorm slut. Bravo!

I didn't think I had any shower stories because I didn't shower in high school after any practice and actually had an aversion to water where I'd run the bath tub and splash it around but not actually wash. Why are boys crazy?

I do have a college story though. My freshman year I was a tightly wound repressed religious homophobe. But I'd still find myself gravitating toward certain guys on my hall. One in particular played rugby with shoulder length blonde hair and he was Canadian. His two roommates were equally hot, one brunette frat the other I think a red head. Anyway, looking back I flirted with rugby dude a lot under the guise of arguing over religion or politics. And he caught me checking him out twice and both times I thought I was going to die. So..

I liked to shower when no one else was around because I liked my privacy. And I always chose the middle left shower because it had the hottest water. On this day I jumped in the shower and apparently didn't close my curtain all of the way. I didn't notice until Rugby Dude walked by my shower, stopped abruptly and looked inside my stall at me then got into the shower directly across from me. When I leaned over to look I saw that he was washing up with his eyes closed and had left his curtain completely open! I watched him wash his body and his hair like he was in a movie. It only lasted about 60 seconds because at that point I looked down at myself because I was having an orgasm. Soon guilt, then fleeing the shower in tears. (I. Love. Gay. And. Tragic.) Afterward he never said anything about it. It was almost like he knew and was giving me a gift. I forgot his name but thanks!

You're welcome!

LOL, I had forgotten all about disco showers.

Gator we're close enough in age where you kind of made my heart skip a beat before I realized you were joking...

Please, I wish!!!

The other day I remembered this bizarre incident from high school in the early '80s. Swimming was mandatory at my school and all the classes were coed. There was this really hot guy in my class. His name was Tony. He was a tall, light-skinned Latino with green eyes. He was a big flirt and all the girls (and some boys, including me) in swim class had the hots for him. He would always talk to me as we showered. I tried not to stare but sometimes I couldn't help it. He had a great, lean body and a long, lean cock.
One time as all the guys showered, this guy in class came up to the shower entrance - and he had a camera! He asked Tony point-blank if he could take his photo because these two girls in class wanted pictures of him nude. All the guys started laughing at this guy but Tony was really cool. He told him that no, he couldn't take his picture and that if the girls wanted to see him naked they could go to his house that night. The guy just shrugged his shoulders and said. "Well, I tried." Very weird.

Last night I attended my friend's daughter's volleyball game. As I watched, I noticed this very handsome coach across the gym. He was wearing a ball cap, a tight white shirt, baggy workout shorts and tennis shoes. I couldn't help ignore the game and watch him. He did all the poses... Sticking one leg up on a bleacher, laying back with his arms behind his head, bending over to tie his shoe, etc.

He finally came to my side of the gym, to talk to the boys that were cheering for the girls playing ball. I lost sight of him for a bit. I then hear a man, talking to the lady behind me. It's the coach and he's even handsome, close up. Very nice with tanned, fury legs. So I continue watching the game, I turn around when he cheers loudly. He's got his leg up, crossed over to his other leg. You could very well see up his leg, into his shorts and see the edge of his underwear. Such a hot image. It was so hard difficult not to keep looking at him as he sat like that. Sadly he moved to the other side of the bleachers when the team changed sides.

Don't know if this belonged in this thread but thought you all might enjoy.

Okay here is mine

I was the basketball manager in high school many years ago. The team would shower after practice. There was this one guy whose was so hot. He was dark complicated, about 6'2" and just gorgeous.

He would become aroused in the shower as guys that age tend to do. Rather than be embarassed, he would sing about it. There was a song that was popular called "Watching Scotty grow". He had nicknamed his member Scotty.

You can just imagine the effect that had on a sexually confused teenage

Hey guys, cool topic. I am a high school basketball coach/former athlete and have recently started a blog. http://www.closetedcoach.blogspot.com is the address. Check it out, I plan on posting all types of stuff and I am going to write about some locker room stuff very soon.