Back when I had to use locker room showers I had the common comments of "Oh My God!" "Holy Shit!" "Geezus Christ" and then there were questions like, "What made your genitals get that big?" and "Did a hormone disorder do that to you?"
A guy noticed I had caught him staring. He acknowledged it by pointing at my penis and asking, "Do you need help carrying that?" I told him I've been managing to do it on my own.
While naked, I tried to walk without waddling. When naked and walking to the shower at home, without supportive underwear, I either have to waddle or hold my genitals up off my legs with my left hand as I walk. One day I absentmindedly reached down and used my hand to support my genitals. Someone saw me and loudly announced, "Oh my god, check it out, Bigwang's junk is so big he has to carry it by hand!" and there was laughter. Then the guys joked by cupping their hand under their 'junk' and waddling around the locker room, mocking me.
The was a guy who was an employee of the building maintenance department who for some reason would occasionally use the showers right before or right after our time. He was a big guy about 6'5" built like a football linebacker. Sometimes he would be getting out just as we were arriving. He didn't get a good look at me. One day I was exiting the shower, going into the locker area. Suddenly there was a weird god-awful vocal-like sound. I guess it would be described as like a high-pitched groan, or a low-pitch squeal. Everyone looked in the direction the sound seemed to come from. It was the big guy. He was staring at my crotch, bug-eyed. He looked up at my face, pointed at my genitalia, and screeched, "Dude!.. What the hell!.. Why made your junk get that big?!" I answered like I do with anybody else, I said, "Genetics." As he finished getting together his stuff he kept glancing over at me. He rushed out of the place, and we never saw him in the shower room again.