Any hot gym locker room experiences when you were in HS?

[JordyM56]

Forgive me if we're not allowed to discuss this.

I always found it hot during gym class. We didn't use showers, but guys would strip to their underwear to change into their gym shorts. Such a turn on, and I would have to be sneaky about looking. What would suck sometimes is that some of them would wear shorts under their jeans, so I couldn't get a glimpse at their thighs . That was about it.

[blublud]

At 15, we were required to take gang showers after PE class. There was this one boy, noticeably smaller than the rest of us, voice not yet changed. When naked, he only had a hint of a light mustache of pubic hair and a quite smaller package than the rest of us. It wasn't a particular attraction to his immaturity but the fact of seeing another boy of our own age at that stage. And, looking around the room when the boy was naked, you could easily see that EVERYONE else was constantly checking him out. Fortunately for that boy, everyone had the decency NOT to mention his development stage, at least in front of him. Behind his back was another story.

[bike10]

Locker room is one great place to enjoying to jocks and jockstraps.

[birragood]

I felt sorry for the late bloomer in my HS PE class as he was picked on, now I wish I would have stuck up for him but I hated that class.

[seven2go]

I think it was my high school sophomore year.
The smallest guy in my class was a tough little bastard but was totally hairless.......I wasn't far behind that way either.
One day in the shower room after Phy Ed the biggest guy in class said something that really pissed off the little guy.......mind you we were all bare assed naked.......and the little guy was all over the big guy like stink on shit....... ........and he took down that big galoot like nobodies business too.
I see my formerly hairless classmate now and then and have always wondered how the playground turned out.......
I never got very hairy......I bet he didn't either.

[Joe06877]

I was one of those late-bloomer kids in high school, too. But, it was still very hot to strip down and put on my jockstrap......then take showers with the boys after gym class. Back in the sixties, when I was a boy, showering was required!!!

[jjonn3]

We had to start showering after gym in junior high - so us 7th graders showering next to the 9th graders all felt like the tiny ones!

But when I was in 10th grade there was a late bloomer in my gym class - great guy - nice as could be - not to bad at sports (although in a big disadvantage at basketball and football) - but in the showers he looked like he was 12. No one teased him - but when he was not around people did acknowledge that we all noticed.....

[Woodie69]

In the spring semester when I had turned 14 we all were changing in front of each other and taking showers. My gym class wasn't very large, maybe 20 guys total. All of us were comparing how much pubic hair we had grown since midwinter break and who now had the biggest dick. Many times while we were taking showers someone would either chub up or pop a full boner. We didn't try to hide it. We would yell "BONER" and that guy would show it off. Spring slap it against his abds or bounce it up and down. Soon others would get hard and we would start comparing to see who had the biggest and hardest boners. There were even some "light saber" fights where guys would joust with their dicks. Once, while these two guys were jousting, one blew his load all over the other guy. There was a lot of hoop and hollers and the guy who was blown on yelled something like "you little shit!" stroked a few and blows on the guy who blew on him. Before you know it about 10 guys are stroking and blowing on anybody near. There was a lot of noise as we were encouraging anybody to "go for it!" It was utter chaos when coach walks in yelling "what's going on in here!" than, after he sees what's really going on, he turns around (i swear he's smiling) and walks right back out of the showers!! We all scurried out of the showers right past coach. A few were flaccid, most were hard and bobbing with some still dripping cum. Coach was bright pink as he yelled that we had better be out of the locker room within 5 minutes or we could explain to the principle what were doing. All of us were out of there well within the 5 minutes he requested. I swear he was still trying to keep from laughing as he tried to sound so severe, and, I know this was probably in my imagination only, but I would swear he had a full on boner bulge in his athletic shorts. When he turned sideways it looked like he had a softball in his shorts! Fun times!!

[PudGunner]

I'm not sure if this counts, as my story takes place mostly in a theater-environment, but I decided to add it in just for the hell of it. For me personally--well actually, let me fill you in on a few details first.

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During my Junior year in high school, I developed a crush on a semi-acquaintance of mine (I'll call him Henry) to whom I toke Gym and Drama class with. He was your stereotypical tall, dark and handsome fellow; short cropped jet black hair, a nice layer of beard stubble, big pouty lips and a rockin' body to boot (he had an absolutely lovely pair of nipples). But his most prominent feature was his voice; he was a bass if I ever heard one, as to this day I have never heard a deeper, more sultry and seductive voice on a guy in my life. It was pure sex.

And obviously I wasn't the only one to think so, as that year both he and I earned two of the dozen or so lead male roles for our musical production that year (Les Miserables, Henry was Javert). During dress rehearsals, Henry was clad in classical 18th century policemen attire--he was very strapping to say the least, especially when he was in character.

Anyways, luck would have it that we shared a changing booth, so I could ogle him all I wanted while we switched costumes between scenes as he was too busy slipping his clothes of as fast as he could. I got to see him strip pall the way down to his tight multicolored boxer briefs, but the best part of all was his scent. I quickly learned, during Gym and the musical, that Henry sweated a lot--and nothing got me hotter than the fresh scent of cute boy, especially when he was peeling his shirt off his glistening body, soaked with sweat.

But it was when we were backstage that I found the sexual tension between us was at it's peak--see, we had a relatively small stage to begin with, so backstage was just a set of cramped corridors. And during showtimes, when they were crowded with huffing cast members, it would become stifling hot. Plus it was pitch black most of the time, so people could (in theory) get away with a lot back there.

It was right before intermission when me and Hnery would be positioned for our cue; I would be hovering behind him while he was in front awaiting his entrance. In the dark I would always feel a bit braver and subtly rub my crotch against his perfect butt cheeks, to which he would sometimes rub back. I could swear I heard his breathing hitch anytime I would press my hard cock against him, and one time he even backed up a bit and wedged my hardon between his ass cheeks, like a hotdog. Yet we have never spoken of the experience, and I still have no idea whether it was intentional or not.
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I always wished that we went further than that. Like if, during one of these hump-sessions, we got so boned up and horny that he would eventually turn and face me; hot, hard and heaving. His moist breath would tickle my face, then the next thing I know we'd be having a vigorous make out session backstage, our hands roaming each others bodies, his beard stubble scratching against my chin as our crotches rub together with the most delicious kind of friction. Our lust would eventually override our reasoning and without another word I'd bend him over one of the tables backstage, peel his pants down to his ankles and begin to fuck him into oblivion. I'd plunge my cock into his pliant asshole over and over until I cum in violent ecstasy inside him, our moans drowned out by the cheering audience onstage. He cums without even touching himself.

Wow, that got out of hand pretty freakin' quickly. Obviously I really needed to blow off some steam--but hell, I had fun writing it!

PS: I still have a pair of his underwear I stole from one of our changing sessions. It still smells heavenly, and I sniff at it occasionally when I jerk off. I've currently long-since graduated with Henry, but with any luck maybe he'll read this, recognize who I am is and will decide that we should reenact my fantasy together! I bet he turned into an astounding young man over the past few years...

[jjonn3]

There was a 9th grader who had his gym locker next to mine when I was in 7th grade -

He would take off his shoes or dry off after the showers with 1 foot on the ground the other up on the bench so he could dry his leg. It gave me a perfect view of his ass.

It was so hard not to stare -

The worst part is it never occurred to me until years later that maybe - just maybe - he was doing it on purpose it was not just because it was more convenient. Yet another situation where I will never know if I missed out on an opportunity...

[paulo999]

Oh, yes, lots. We all had to use communal showers in those days and I used to love sitting on the bench watching all the guys getting naked or sharing the shower with them. Sometimes I couldn't help getting hard and I'd have to wait until all the hot guys had left before showering myself. I developed a love for jockstraps then which remains today. I got to know what everyone was like - size, cut, uncut etc and I'd compare notes with my fuck buddy later. We were pretty horny at that age and he and I were at it all time! Happy days.

[dougmc92]

I was in gymnastics from 3rd grade through 8th- (MY KNEES WENT) We would go to my coach's alma mater/college to watch gym meets from time to time- several of us would head for the locker room and run around- play hide and seek, etc- not sure who ever suggested going, but we always ended up there- guys from other sports team and reglular guys would be in there- at least 10 guys everytime- saw my first dick there- remember it better than some guy I slept with a month ago... by middle school- changing in locker was intimidating, because I was terrified of getting an erection- no control over them from 6th- 8th grade....remember seeing several guys I had crushes on- like the first guy- remember their cocks better than many lovers.