I have six brothers, both older and younger, and have have zero experience being naked around them. I suspect they would say the same.
Just wanted point out that not everyone has the same experience as you.
I have six brothers, both older and younger, and have have zero experience being naked around them. I suspect they would say the same.
Just wanted point out that not everyone has the same experience as you.
This is but one of an infinite number of possibilities as to why some guys do the towel dance. It might have nothing to do with having only sisters or having no male model in their lives, but plenty of guys have that situation and (possibly in reaction to it) and learn to gt naked around other guys, to the benefit of their psyches. Other reasons might include body shame, small dicks, etc. I posted yesterday that altho I have no patience with young guys who do the towel dance, I suppose we should be patient with them, even tho I want to go up and say, "Dude, just take off your clothes. No one cares."
(One time I watched this college-age guy strip to his loose boxers and then pull on tight compression shorts OVER the boxers, which meant he had to go thru all kinds of convolutions stuffing the loose boxer material down the legs of the comp shorts... it was just sad; I guess he was so self-conscious about getting naked that he went thru this little dance AND then wore the gear in a way that couldn't possibly be comfortable. This is what comes from the shift in culture from tighty whities and jockstraps to boxers (which God reject) and compression shorts.)
I'm gonna post the first chapter of a story I wrote that involves this question (among others). I'll just be brazen and state that I think this story is excellent... so there!
Posting in a minute...
Tho' this excerpt may seem long, other guys who've read it say that it goes quickly. Give it a look and lemme know.
Chapter 1: Debut
Skye stood outside the men's lockerroom at the University of South Dakota, a large paper grocery bag with a rolled top gripped in his hand. His 6 foot framed was dressed in a plain T-shirt and a pair of faded blue shorts, with dirty sneakers. He betrayed no sign of the nervousness he felt creeping up his spine and onto the back of his head. He knew he was about to take a big step, though one he had always hoped for. At eighteen, he was about to enter the world of college athletics, specifically wrestling, and he knew his life would be different.
Dark-haired and gray-eyed, with a firm jaw line and a cultivated serenity in his stoic face, he was, despite his stillness, someone that people noticed. His muscular build, earned from competing on his Reservation's high school wrestling team in increasing weight classes, caught people's eye, but there was some other, ineffable quality that made passersby stop their conversations momentarily to look over at him.
He was waiting for Kirk, the wrestling team member and senior who was to be his mentor this freshman year. As he stood like a statue, a 6'3" brown-haired student, easily 230 pounds and with an open, trusting face, approached him.
"Skye?" he asked.
"Yes."
"I'm Kirk. I'm your mentor on the team this year. Good to see you."
"Thank you."
Kirk waited an almost imperceptible moment, expecting the standard reply of "You too" but he somehow knew that Skye's reticence did not work that way, so he continued: "Come on in, man. I'll show you your locker and get you settled. You doing okay here on campus?'
"Yes, thank you," said Skye. Again, silence.
Kirk led him to a row of lockers. The room was starting to fill up with college-aged guys, laughing and joking, a couple of them already stripping off their shirts to change for practice. It was easy to tell the class years of most of the guys. The freshmen still looked like high school students for the most part, and the seniors were grown men, muscles proudly on display, even among the lighter weight classes. Indeed, one of the lessons Skye had learned on his Reservation team was that wrestling affirmed a guy's value, regardless of size; as long as he had muscle and worked hard, he could be a mere 110 lbs and still be respected.
Kirk stopped in front of a shiny locker. "We just had the locker room redone here. I heard some rich alum did it since the state wouldn't spring for it."
"Uh huh," replied Skye.
He gripped his paper bag and sat on the bench, looking at locker 217.
"Mine is right here," said Kirk. "Tell me about your wrestling background."
"I wrestled for the reservation not far from here for four years. I would have competed in the regular state high school championships, but they didn't allow us to participate."
"That sucks," said Kirk. "What was that about?"
"I don't know," answered Skye, looking Kirk in the eye.
"Yeah, well," stammered Kirk, "I hope you'll have a good experience here, man. It's a great group of guys. I think Coach told me you wrestle in the 190-lb class?
"That's right."
"Well, we'd better get changed for practice. Don't wanna be late the first day."
Skye glanced around the room, his stoic face showing nothing, but he did notice half the guys naked in the process of changing. He used his feet to shuck off his sneakers, opened his bag, and pulled out a ratty towel, which he wrapped around his waist. He reached under the towel and pulled off his gym shorts.
Kirk stopped in his tracks and looked at him. "Um... what's the deal with the towel?"
"What do you mean?" asked Skye. A slight tone of defensiveness crept into his voice.
"I mean... can't you just change by taking your clothes off? We all do that. No one's that shy here, and it's part of the team... plus, it's just normal."
Skye hesitated. In a low voice he said, "Sorry. Our school didn't have a locker room so we had to change in the hall. I just got used to it." He reached in the bag and pulled out a pair of dingy gray wrestling shorts and a worn t-shirt. He stepped into the shorts and tried to pull them up under the towel, but his tradition betrayed him and the towel fell, revealing plain Hanes white briefs, though clearly well worn and graying. The waistband was stretched as were the leg holes. Skye reached down quickly to pull up his shorts and try to grasp the towel, but Kirk, seizing the opportunity, grabbed his hand. The next moment he felt Skye's iron grip on his own wrist, and he let go.
"Let me worry about whatever I want to," said Skye, his shorts still around his ankles, a situation that seemed so ridiculous that he stepped out of them.
Kirk looked at him, and his eyes melted Skye's frostiness a bit.
"Hey, I'm sorry, Kirk. At my school we kept our distance." The slight conflict had made him forget for a moment that he was standing there in his briefs, wrestling shorts in his hand. He reached again for the towel, but Kirk said, "Dude, just change. No one gives a shit what you look like or what you're wearing."
Skye hesitated and looked around, astonished to see the nudity comfort level of the other guys, tugging their cocks and loosening their balls like all guys did in a locker room.
Kirk could see he was out of his element, and he asked, "So how did you guys change at your school?"
"We just found a place in the hall and used the towels like I did just now. It's just habit. They didn't want the girls to see us."
"Oh, yeah, I suppose that's true.... Hey wait a sec... does that mean you never saw guys naked in school?"
"Nope. Never."
"Wow. Weird."
"Well, it is a different culture." Skye looked around again and his surprise registered on his normally placid face.
"Well," said, Kirk, "no need to worry about that here like I said. Just shuck off your stuff and get your practice gear.”
Reassured a little, Skye pulled on the wrestling shorts over his briefs.
"Hang on a second, bud," said Kirk." You're not gonna wrestle in gym shorts with tighty white ease underneath, are ya?"
"Sure. That's what I always did." He paused, then dropped his voice feeling he could trust Kirk. "Though to be honest, it was a drag. This is the only pair of underwear I've got."
Kirk's eyebrows rose."The only pair? You mean... for any thing? Don't you have a pair in your dorm for going to class or whatever?"
Skye's silence told him all.
"Wow..." Kirk whistled. "So then, every night you had to wash it..."
"Yeah. My grandma washed em every night, along with my other clothes for school. I used to get grief about wearing the same clothes every day, but I wasn't the only one. We were poor. Dirt poor."
"So then," resumed Kirk, "you were gonna wrestle in those old shorts and that ratty T-shirt."
"It's all I got," said Skye simply.
"No, it isn't," said Kirk, equally simply. " I guess they didn't tell you. The school provides everything you need, from practice shirt and shorts, practice singlets, jockstrap, everything..."
"Jockstrap?"
"Yeah, jockstr... wait a sec... do you mean to tell me you don't know what a jockstrap is?"
"No."
Kirk sat stunned for a moment, but then remembered his courtesy.
"Oh, well, okay... um.. so here's mine." He pulled out a white athletic supporter from his locker. "I wear this for practice and matches. Keeps my balls in place, you know. Pretty important in wrestling." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Some guys go commando, which is obvious at matches, but not me, man. I want my balls protected as best they can be."
Skye said nothing. He looked at the jock.
With practiced, swift movements, Kirk pulled off his shirt, yanked down his jeans, revealing blue boxer-briefs, which he then also yanked down and before Skye knew it, his mentor was standing naked next to him.
"See?" said Kirk, "it's just no big deal. You're gonna have to get over it, man. Lemme show you how to put on a jockstrap." He opened the waistband wide and stepped into it, pulling it up fully, then bending his legs to adjust his balls in the pouch and running his fingers down the leg straps. Skye's eyes widened just a bit. He had seen some Native gear resembling this in ceremonies, but he had never in his life seen an athletic supporter on a muscled guy a foot away. He became aware that Kirk was talking to him:
"So, you gotta adjust your nuts and get em settled, see? Then you can pull on tight shorts for practice"--he held up a pair of maroon stretchy shorts-- "or regular loose gym shorts. I like the wrestling shorts.” He pulled those up and they clung to his pouched cock and balls tightly. He readjusted and grinned. "See?"
"Yeah, I see," said Skye. "But I don't have one of those." He took a moment to look around and sure enough, a number of guys were adjusting their balls in their jockstraps and a few were pulling up wrestling shorts without anything underneath. The normal lockerroom banter continued, including a couple of guys who shot their supporters like rubberbands at their buds, just to harass them and have a laugh.
"Like I said, though," said Kirk, "The school provides 'em. Look in your locker."
Skye opened his locker and saw a plastic box a few inches square. Kirk looked in and said, "Yeah, that's it. It's new, in a box. Grab it."
Skye took out the box from his locker and snapped it open. He removed the strap from the box and shook it out. The pure white strap almost gleamed.
"Ok, buddy, time to man up," grinned Kirk. "Lose the briefs."
Though he had plenty of Reservation toughness, Skye was nonetheless surprised by his shyness in this circumstance. But he couldn't lose face, so he reached inside his briefs waist band and slowly pushed them to his ankles and stepped out of them. It was the first time in his life he had been naked in front of another guy.
"There... not so hard, was it? .... I mean..." At that point Kirk glanced at Skye's penis, as any guy would. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed.
"What?" said Skye, almost panicked.
"Oh, sorry, man.... it's just that... well, sure don't know what you were all shy about. That's the biggest fuckin’ dick I've ever seen... and I've been in locker rooms for years. You must be super proud.”
Skye blushed. He had no idea about other guys' penis size, assuming his was the norm.
"Do you always talk about dick size to other guys?" he responded, trying to sound tough.
"Um.. well... actually yeah, now that you mention it. I mean, we joke about dicks all the time here in the locker room. Didn't you? Oh wait... sorry... you said you didn't have a locker room."
"That's right."
"Well, that just surprises me. I mean, as you can see, the guys here strip and do all kinds of stupid shit with their dicks: twirl 'em around, yank on 'em in some other guy's face, tuggin’ their balls... it's pretty normal lockerroom stuff."
"I see," said Sky passively.
" I mean..." Kirk laughed..."Brian over there gets a fuckin hard-on every time he hits the showers! He has for three years! He finally just gave up trying to hide it. When the guys razz him, which they still do, he just says, 'Yup. The fucker's got a mind of its own.'"
Skye allowed a smile to form on his lips. "I see."
"Well," said Kirk "don't just stand there jock in hand, buddy. Pull it on and let's get to practice. That is, if you think you can fit your junk in the pouch!" He playfully punched Skye in the arm. The freshman had an impulse to punch Kirk in the face as a response, but he instantly realized it was just in fun. His experience did not include this kind of horsing around, but he was quickly picking up that it was the norm, given the behavior he observed in the locker room.
He pulled up the athletic supporter slightly awkwardly, adjusted the three-inch waistband and reshuffled his large ballsac as he had seen Kirk do. He reached down to put his briefs in the paper bag and Kirk said, "Hang on, buddy. Lemme help you" and he reached over and untwisted one of the leg straps that ran along the side of Skye's muscled buttock. The touch sent a spark flying through Skye, but again he kept himself under control.
"C'mon, guys!" yelled one of the wrestlers. You just gonna stand there in your jocks all day? Coach wants us out there now!" Laughing, the guys started to file out. Kirk quickly pulled on his socks and wrestling shoes, and noticed that Skye reached in his bag again. "I think they also put shoes your size in your locker. Get 'em and let's go."
Skye, stunned, reached in and grabbed a pair of wrestling sneakers, the newest he'd ever had. Embarrassingly, he felt a tear starting to form in one eye a little at this generosity and abundance, but he mastered himself and just pulled them on.
"Ready," he said. And they headed to the wrestling mat.
Chapter 1: Debut
Skye stood outside the men's lockerroom at the University of South Dakota, a large paper grocery bag with a rolled top gripped in his hand. His 6 foot framed was dressed in a plain T-shirt and a pair of faded blue shorts, with dirty sneakers. He betrayed no sign of the nervousness he felt creeping up his spine and onto the back of his head. He knew he was about to take a big step, though one he had always hoped for. At eighteen, he was about to enter the world of college athletics, specifically wrestling, and he knew his life would be different.
Dark-haired and gray-eyed, with a firm jaw line and a cultivated serenity in his stoic face, he was, despite his stillness, someone that people noticed. His muscular build, earned from competing on his Reservation's high school wrestling team in increasing weight classes, caught people's eye, but there was some other, ineffable quality that made passersby stop their conversations momentarily to look over at him.
He was waiting for Kirk, the wrestling team member and senior who was to be his mentor this freshman year. As he stood like a statue, a 6'3" brown-haired student, easily 230 pounds and with an open, trusting face, approached him.
"Skye?" he asked.
"Yes."
"I'm Kirk. I'm your mentor on the team this year. Good to see you."
"Thank you."
Kirk waited an almost imperceptible moment, expecting the standard reply of "You too" but he somehow knew that Skye's reticence did not work that way, so he continued: "Come on in, man. I'll show you your locker and get you settled. You doing okay here on campus?'
"Yes, thank you," said Skye. Again, silence.
Kirk led him to a row of lockers. The room was starting to fill up with college-aged guys, laughing and joking, a couple of them already stripping off their shirts to change for practice. It was easy to tell the class years of most of the guys. The freshmen still looked like high school students for the most part, and the seniors were grown men, muscles proudly on display, even among the lighter weight classes. Indeed, one of the lessons Skye had learned on his Reservation team was that wrestling affirmed a guy's value, regardless of size; as long as he had muscle and worked hard, he could be a mere 110 lbs and still be respected.
Kirk stopped in front of a shiny locker. "We just had the locker room redone here. I heard some rich alum did it since the state wouldn't spring for it."
"Uh huh," replied Skye.
He gripped his paper bag and sat on the bench, looking at locker 217.
"Mine is right here," said Kirk. "Tell me about your wrestling background."
"I wrestled for the reservation not far from here for four years. I would have competed in the regular state high school championships, but they didn't allow us to participate."
"That sucks," said Kirk. "What was that about?"
"I don't know," answered Skye, looking Kirk in the eye.
"Yeah, well," stammered Kirk, "I hope you'll have a good experience here, man. It's a great group of guys. I think Coach told me you wrestle in the 190-lb class?
"That's right."
"Well, we'd better get changed for practice. Don't wanna be late the first day."
Skye glanced around the room, his stoic face showing nothing, but he did notice half the guys naked in the process of changing. He used his feet to shuck off his sneakers, opened his bag, and pulled out a ratty towel, which he wrapped around his waist. He reached under the towel and pulled off his gym shorts.
Kirk stopped in his tracks and looked at him. "Um... what's the deal with the towel?"
"What do you mean?" asked Skye. A slight tone of defensiveness crept into his voice.
"I mean... can't you just change by taking your clothes off? We all do that. No one's that shy here, and it's part of the team... plus, it's just normal."
Skye hesitated. In a low voice he said, "Sorry. Our school didn't have a locker room so we had to change in the hall. I just got used to it." He reached in the bag and pulled out a pair of dingy gray wrestling shorts and a worn t-shirt. He stepped into the shorts and tried to pull them up under the towel, but his tradition betrayed him and the towel fell, revealing plain Hanes white briefs, though clearly well worn and graying. The waistband was stretched as were the leg holes. Skye reached down quickly to pull up his shorts and try to grasp the towel, but Kirk, seizing the opportunity, grabbed his hand. The next moment he felt Skye's iron grip on his own wrist, and he let go.
"Let me worry about whatever I want to," said Skye, his shorts still around his ankles, a situation that seemed so ridiculous that he stepped out of them.
Kirk looked at him, and his eyes melted Skye's frostiness a bit.
"Hey, I'm sorry, Kirk. At my school we kept our distance." The slight conflict had made him forget for a moment that he was standing there in his briefs, wrestling shorts in his hand. He reached again for the towel, but Kirk said, "Dude, just change. No one gives a shit what you look like or what you're wearing."
Skye hesitated and looked around, astonished to see the nudity comfort level of the other guys, tugging their cocks and loosening their balls like all guys did in a locker room.
Kirk could see he was out of his element, and he asked, "So how did you guys change at your school?"
"We just found a place in the hall and used the towels like I did just now. It's just habit. They didn't want the girls to see us."
"Oh, yeah, I suppose that's true.... Hey wait a sec... does that mean you never saw guys naked in school?"
"Nope. Never."
"Wow. Weird."
"Well, it is a different culture." Skye looked around again and his surprise registered on his normally placid face.
"Well," said, Kirk, "no need to worry about that here like I said. Just shuck off your stuff and get your practice gear.”
Reassured a little, Skye pulled on the wrestling shorts over his briefs.
"Hang on a second, bud," said Kirk." You're not gonna wrestle in gym shorts with tighty white ease underneath, are ya?"
"Sure. That's what I always did." He paused, then dropped his voice feeling he could trust Kirk. "Though to be honest, it was a drag. This is the only pair of underwear I've got."
Kirk's eyebrows rose."The only pair? You mean... for any thing? Don't you have a pair in your dorm for going to class or whatever?"
Skye's silence told him all.
"Wow..." Kirk whistled. "So then, every night you had to wash it..."
"Yeah. My grandma washed em every night, along with my other clothes for school. I used to get grief about wearing the same clothes every day, but I wasn't the only one. We were poor. Dirt poor."
"So then," resumed Kirk, "you were gonna wrestle in those old shorts and that ratty T-shirt."
"It's all I got," said Skye simply.
"No, it isn't," said Kirk, equally simply. " I guess they didn't tell you. The school provides everything you need, from practice shirt and shorts, practice singlets, jockstrap, everything..."
"Jockstrap?"
"Yeah, jockstr... wait a sec... do you mean to tell me you don't know what a jockstrap is?"
"No."
Kirk sat stunned for a moment, but then remembered his courtesy.
"Oh, well, okay... um.. so here's mine." He pulled out a white athletic supporter from his locker. "I wear this for practice and matches. Keeps my balls in place, you know. Pretty important in wrestling." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Some guys go commando, which is obvious at matches, but not me, man. I want my balls protected as best they can be."
Skye said nothing. He looked at the jock.
With practiced, swift movements, Kirk pulled off his shirt, yanked down his jeans, revealing blue boxer-briefs, which he then also yanked down and before Skye knew it, his mentor was standing naked next to him.
"See?" said Kirk, "it's just no big deal. You're gonna have to get over it, man. Lemme show you how to put on a jockstrap." He opened the waistband wide and stepped into it, pulling it up fully, then bending his legs to adjust his balls in the pouch and running his fingers down the leg straps. Skye's eyes widened just a bit. He had seen some Native gear resembling this in ceremonies, but he had never in his life seen an athletic supporter on a muscled guy a foot away. He became aware that Kirk was talking to him:
"So, you gotta adjust your nuts and get em settled, see? Then you can pull on tight shorts for practice"--he held up a pair of maroon stretchy shorts-- "or regular loose gym shorts. I like the wrestling shorts.” He pulled those up and they clung to his pouched cock and balls tightly. He readjusted and grinned. "See?"
"Yeah, I see," said Skye. "But I don't have one of those." He took a moment to look around and sure enough, a number of guys were adjusting their balls in their jockstraps and a few were pulling up wrestling shorts without anything underneath. The normal lockerroom banter continued, including a couple of guys who shot their supporters like rubberbands at their buds, just to harass them and have a laugh.
"Like I said, though," said Kirk, "The school provides 'em. Look in your locker."
Skye opened his locker and saw a plastic box a few inches square. Kirk looked in and said, "Yeah, that's it. It's new, in a box. Grab it."
Skye took out the box from his locker and snapped it open. He removed the strap from the box and shook it out. The pure white strap almost gleamed.
"Ok, buddy, time to man up," grinned Kirk. "Lose the briefs."
Though he had plenty of Reservation toughness, Skye was nonetheless surprised by his shyness in this circumstance. But he couldn't lose face, so he reached inside his briefs waist band and slowly pushed them to his ankles and stepped out of them. It was the first time in his life he had been naked in front of another guy.
"There... not so hard, was it? .... I mean..." At that point Kirk glanced at Skye's penis, as any guy would. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed.
"What?" said Skye, almost panicked.
"Oh, sorry, man.... it's just that... well, sure don't know what you were all shy about. That's the biggest fuckin’ dick I've ever seen... and I've been in locker rooms for years. You must be super proud.”
Skye blushed. He had no idea about other guys' penis size, assuming his was the norm.
"Do you always talk about dick size to other guys?" he responded, trying to sound tough.
"Um.. well... actually yeah, now that you mention it. I mean, we joke about dicks all the time here in the locker room. Didn't you? Oh wait... sorry... you said you didn't have a locker room."
"That's right."
"Well, that just surprises me. I mean, as you can see, the guys here strip and do all kinds of stupid shit with their dicks: twirl 'em around, yank on 'em in some other guy's face, tuggin’ their balls... it's pretty normal lockerroom stuff."
"I see," said Sky passively.
" I mean..." Kirk laughed..."Brian over there gets a fuckin hard-on every time he hits the showers! He has for three years! He finally just gave up trying to hide it. When the guys razz him, which they still do, he just says, 'Yup. The fucker's got a mind of its own.'"
Skye allowed a smile to form on his lips. "I see."
"Well," said Kirk "don't just stand there jock in hand, buddy. Pull it on and let's get to practice. That is, if you think you can fit your junk in the pouch!" He playfully punched Skye in the arm. The freshman had an impulse to punch Kirk in the face as a response, but he instantly realized it was just in fun. His experience did not include this kind of horsing around, but he was quickly picking up that it was the norm, given the behavior he observed in the locker room.
He pulled up the athletic supporter slightly awkwardly, adjusted the three-inch waistband and reshuffled his large ballsac as he had seen Kirk do. He reached down to put his briefs in the paper bag and Kirk said, "Hang on, buddy. Lemme help you" and he reached over and untwisted one of the leg straps that ran along the side of Skye's muscled buttock. The touch sent a spark flying through Skye, but again he kept himself under control.
"C'mon, guys!" yelled one of the wrestlers. You just gonna stand there in your jocks all day? Coach wants us out there now!" Laughing, the guys started to file out. Kirk quickly pulled on his socks and wrestling shoes, and noticed that Skye reached in his bag again. "I think they also put shoes your size in your locker. Get 'em and let's go."
Skye, stunned, reached in and grabbed a pair of wrestling sneakers, the newest he'd ever had. Embarrassingly, he felt a tear starting to form in one eye a little at this generosity and abundance, but he mastered himself and just pulled them on.
"Ready," he said. And they headed to the wrestling mat.
Back home at a gym , after a work out I,shower and do what needs to be done and leave ,I also wear ball/cock rings ,I can care less who see it . only once did some one comment , He said he always wanted to try it but was to shy to do it ,now he wears them .
am I to hard on this subject ? No Is have better things to do than worry if some one sees my naked body
am I to hard on this subject ? No Is have better things to do than worry if some one sees my naked body
That should be the attitude no matter what they do. If they want to cover up, why the fuck would anyone care?
The whole idea that it’s insecurity or they are wrong is total bullshit.
I have this group of young jocks. They work out, then take shirtless selfies in the locker room for like 20 mins. Then just get dressed and leave without showering. Like what?
You feel confident enough to take shirtless selfies, and have the time for it as well. Why not shower?
You feel confident enough to take shirtless selfies, and have the time for it as well. Why not shower?
What’s weird about it? Not everyone showers after working out.
This is both hot and disappointing (in terms of their cultural attitude).
In my local gyms, part of a national chain beginning with E and ending with X, most guys change without doing the towel dance, but usually are quite quick to pull on boxer briefs or whatever. A number of younger (under 30?) guys do use the towel as a cover when changing. A few guys stand unabashedly naked while changing, and a few--most of whom I suspect know how shredded and/or hung they are--seem to take their time being naked. Most guys wrap a towel around their hips going to and from the showers and also get dried inside the stalls, behind the frosted glass doors. A few guys--again it seems to be mainly those with the fitness mdoel physiques or who are well hung, or both--walk naked to and form the showers.
I was in Denmark last year and worked out one morning at a gym near my hotel. It was early so it was busy with the lift-before-work crowd. Most guys in te age rabe of mid 20s to mid to late 30s. (It being Denmark, most were tall and blond, so it looked a bit like a casting call for an old A&F ad!) No one--no one--changed under a towel or wrapped a towel walking to and from the showers. No one used a towel in the sauna. Teh showers had slim dividers creating "stalls" of sorts, but there were no doors so everyone showering coud see every other guy. It was all totally relaxed. Reminded me of how gyms were when I was in college or afterwards many years ago.
I was in Denmark last year and worked out one morning at a gym near my hotel. It was early so it was busy with the lift-before-work crowd. Most guys in te age rabe of mid 20s to mid to late 30s. (It being Denmark, most were tall and blond, so it looked a bit like a casting call for an old A&F ad!) No one--no one--changed under a towel or wrapped a towel walking to and from the showers. No one used a towel in the sauna. Teh showers had slim dividers creating "stalls" of sorts, but there were no doors so everyone showering coud see every other guy. It was all totally relaxed. Reminded me of how gyms were when I was in college or afterwards many years ago.
The Europeans have a very liberal attitude when it comes to nudity - it's not a big deal. Hell, have you ever seen some of the TV shows in UK TV? Thing is, and this is just me having grown up in Germany from a very young age, nudity doesn't necessarily equate to sex.
As a European guy I totally agree with you. But saxon guys are much more liberal than latin guys!!!
Funnily, the more you go North, the colder it is, the more people get naked !
I tell you what, the locker room at my gym certainly has polar opposites. Yesterday, as I was showering after working out; one guy walked right up to the shower head next to me despite the other 10 or so being wide open. clearly not bashful. but then another guy walked in the showers with his underwear on and never took them off. to be honest, i don't know if they were actual like underwear or if they were some kind of swim trunks or something. but i always find it fascinating the spectrum of guys who are either clearly comfortable with male nudity or not.
Yeah it's a puzzlement. I have heard of guys of a certain age showering at school in their underwear. It's completely unfathomable to me. My nephew did it, I think. Then he went into the Army. Guess What Changed??: )
What’s most important is that we learn to judge people for their choices.
At one of my gyms there a re a few guys, ealry toi late thirties, who always walk to and fromt he showers naked. The ones I;v seen all happen to be really well built with fitness model aesthetics or are fit and really hung. On the other hand, I saw one pretty fit guy walk into the shower stall with his t-shitr and shorts still on!
Many of us younger millennials or gen-z grew up having near zero experience with open showers or group nudity.
In swim class everyone changed in the class locker room but wore suits when showering. It was polite to be nude as briefly as possible and typically facing away from others. Most facilities over the years have moved towards individual cubicles instead of an open shower room.
Now, in my adult experience, the vast majority are rather modest in these spaces and nobody wants to draw attention to themselves, especially if they don’t feel they are on the above-average end of the flaccid dick spectrum or have a particularly attractive body.
It won’t go back the other way unless most people are doing it.
In swim class everyone changed in the class locker room but wore suits when showering. It was polite to be nude as briefly as possible and typically facing away from others. Most facilities over the years have moved towards individual cubicles instead of an open shower room.
Now, in my adult experience, the vast majority are rather modest in these spaces and nobody wants to draw attention to themselves, especially if they don’t feel they are on the above-average end of the flaccid dick spectrum or have a particularly attractive body.
It won’t go back the other way unless most people are doing it.
Europeans also tend to have much more liberal attitudes when it comes to age of consent, and/or underaged substance consumption, both of which would basically be generational suicide if we adopted said policies.
I think we have a bad habit of thinking the grass is greener across the pond without taking into account the cultural context there that allows it to be that way, and why said context is incompatible with other tenets of our own culture.
Hell there's an argument to be made that America is much more liberal when it comes to weapon ownership, and that most of Europe would collapse if they allowed/encouraged their populace to be as armed to the teeth as we can be sustainably.
I think part of it is technological as well. I'm Gen X and went to an all boys school. 2 or 3 times a week I was naked with the rest of my class. Anyone doing the towel dance got laughed at, but nobody got laughed at for the size of their dick. However, absolutely nobody had a mobile phone with a digital camera in their pocket, and I think that has a lot to do with modern caution about being nude in a public changing room.
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