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I attended college in late 60s and early 70. A friend and I registered late my junior year and found ourselves in an older U shaped dorm with no A/C. Each floor was just one long hall with 30 or more two-man rooms. Most doors stayed open when anyone was there (remember south Texas and no A/C) At the end of each hall was a large latrine with an open bay shower pit.
It was one of the best social environments I have ever experienced. After a few weeks everyone knew everybody. It was a standard practice around 5PM to walk either nude or with a towel down the hall to the showers, visit on the way, and invite anyone around to hit the showers with you then head as a group to the dinning hall.
Dorms were not that far from the GYM so you could just run back to the dorm if you wanted to. In those days the GYM was a place to play, but the “Official School Athletes” used the shower and locker areas. Our regular patter was to use the GYM courts, then group up into someone’s car and head for the dorm.
Most of us lived in our underwear. In our dorm culture, it was totally appropriate to take a shower, wrap yourself in a towel (or not) then stop by a friend’s room on the way back for a visit. If you needed to use the towel to dry your hair, no one got up tight about you sitting bare assed on his bed next to him while drying off. If you were still dripping, you might just stand spread-eagle in front of his open window and let the wind ring all the right chimes.
I had a friend up the hall that I had known for a couple of years. He grew up in the northeast where wrestling was part of the standard athletic program. In south Texas wrestling was an unknown behavior or sport so we would kid him about wrestling with another guy. As payback, on his return trip from the showers, he would often catch me lying on my bed studying, my butt in the air (clothed or not), at which time he would jump my ass and we would have to wrestle. It didn’t matter if there were five other people in the room, we would have a few minutes of nude wrestling. If anyone else in the room should be in the mood, they might jump in also. This often resulted in something like a clothing optional dog pile, but then no one knew how to wrestle anyhow.
It was fun, uninhibited, and created a bonding environment for all involved. No one got up tight and such events had the impact of opening the door for a lot of (nonsexual) group sharing. Before the year was over there may be as many as twenty guys at a time in the room with little more than a wet towel and a grin. This was likely the closest some of these guys had ever been to another guy. A year or so later when the Vietnam War took its toll, most of the hall members would still show up to pay their respects.
It was an interesting year and may have never happened if the A/C had been working.
It was one of the best social environments I have ever experienced. After a few weeks everyone knew everybody. It was a standard practice around 5PM to walk either nude or with a towel down the hall to the showers, visit on the way, and invite anyone around to hit the showers with you then head as a group to the dinning hall.
Dorms were not that far from the GYM so you could just run back to the dorm if you wanted to. In those days the GYM was a place to play, but the “Official School Athletes” used the shower and locker areas. Our regular patter was to use the GYM courts, then group up into someone’s car and head for the dorm.
Most of us lived in our underwear. In our dorm culture, it was totally appropriate to take a shower, wrap yourself in a towel (or not) then stop by a friend’s room on the way back for a visit. If you needed to use the towel to dry your hair, no one got up tight about you sitting bare assed on his bed next to him while drying off. If you were still dripping, you might just stand spread-eagle in front of his open window and let the wind ring all the right chimes.
I had a friend up the hall that I had known for a couple of years. He grew up in the northeast where wrestling was part of the standard athletic program. In south Texas wrestling was an unknown behavior or sport so we would kid him about wrestling with another guy. As payback, on his return trip from the showers, he would often catch me lying on my bed studying, my butt in the air (clothed or not), at which time he would jump my ass and we would have to wrestle. It didn’t matter if there were five other people in the room, we would have a few minutes of nude wrestling. If anyone else in the room should be in the mood, they might jump in also. This often resulted in something like a clothing optional dog pile, but then no one knew how to wrestle anyhow.
It was fun, uninhibited, and created a bonding environment for all involved. No one got up tight and such events had the impact of opening the door for a lot of (nonsexual) group sharing. Before the year was over there may be as many as twenty guys at a time in the room with little more than a wet towel and a grin. This was likely the closest some of these guys had ever been to another guy. A year or so later when the Vietnam War took its toll, most of the hall members would still show up to pay their respects.
It was an interesting year and may have never happened if the A/C had been working.