I don't get the big deal with guys seeing each other naked. I mean when you watch p*rn you see the whole shebang, right? Why would guys have a problem with male nudity. It's like you're afraid you're going to accidently stare and someone will think you're gay. Oh noes.
It's not comfortable when you are sitting there putting your shoes on or going through your bag and some dude is slanging his junk in your face. Put that pistol back in its holster Tex. I don't care to see you ruff in stuff with your afro nuts.
I don't really see much of a problem with male nudity in public lockerrooms. I guess it would only be an issue if I had repressive desires to perform felatio on another man, then I would probably be uncomfortable with seeing it all the time. But I do have one issue that's very gross. That is guys who beat off in the public showers, it's just gross when you step into a shower and there's man splooge still stuck somewhere, and that stuff is like a spidey symbiote, once it gets stuck to your toe hairs, you literally have to tear it off. I mean, I can understand there are lots of chicks wearing tight clothing in the gym, but come on (no pun intended). The only thing worse that guys beating it in the public showers are the guys that beat off in the open communal showers, you know, the prison type ones with no dividers between the stalls so everyone can see you. That's the worst. Especially when you catch them looking at you with their mouth hanging open, flattering as it may be. I mean, what do you say to a guy pleasuring himself while looking at you? Stop? that doesn't work when I do it in front of my girlfriend, why should it stop this guy?
It has nothing to do with seeing other guys naked in a normal way [i.e. briefly] -- it's the guys who are just hanging in there for hours for their weirdo reasons. When is the last time you roamed around a locker room naked for a couple of hours? ________ Lol, pecker checkers...
Holy wow. I'm the king of crossing the line and that one totally caught me off guard. Kudos to you sir.
I've had quite a laugh thus far. However, reading this thread reminds me of a memory that must have been repressed. In high school (football) we worked out first thing in the morning. Anyhow, you ain't seen nothing till you've seen 2 naked offensive linemen fight at 9 am (I don't mean Roy Jones style, I'm talking Royce Gracie). Excuse me while I vomit.
Damn, these are not the thoughts I wanted in my mind before going to bed. I need to find some p*rn, naked females, on the Internet to purge my memory of this post.
Seriously. I definitely don't like going in the locker room at the club. Mine tends to have a lot of older gentleman, and they couldn't give a crap. I'm always just looking in the other direction. I'm not homophobic, but I just don't wanna see that. I always just drive home a little sweaty, no thanks to the public showers.
p*rn nudity is different. The naked woman in the scene is what we see. The big deal is that there are gay dudes that hang out in the locker room just to get a peek. You can spot them out a mile away. Its like if you are a girl and you see a guy eyeballing you, and you feel that its in a sexual way. Thats the way it is at the Ballys in the Rice Village. Freakin' perverts hanging out in the locker room sizing you up. I shower at home....
Actually, that never bothered me. I never even give that a second thought. I mean, gay men are EXTREMELY particular, even moreso than straight men. So, if a gay man finds me attractive, hell, I'm flattered! I'll take that compliment because I know it means about as much as any guy leering at a girl in a grocery store. Just because they look doesn't mean they are going to hit on me and, even if they do, once the "I'm straight" is out there, end of story. To me, that is harmless. What bugs me are naked guys wandering around aimlessly just talking and joking - especially the older men. I have no interest in seeing that.
I don't even think some of these guys work out. They show up, get naked, walk around pretending to do something for an hour and leave.
