Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2019 21:59:56 +0000
From: GeorgiaGuy2 GeorgiaGuy2 <georgiaguy2@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Only Circumcised Guy in Gym Classs

The Only Circumcised Guy In Gym Class

This is a true story of my experiences in gym class while in my first two
years of high school in a small southern town back in the early 1970s.
There's no sex but there's a lot of nudity and teenage male goofiness.

I was circumcised as an infant, I presume shortly after my birth, but it
wasn't ever discussed in my family and I grew up unaware that I had been or
of what was actually involved in the procedure.  My father wasn't
circumcised and I remember seeing him naked a few times when I was a child,
but it certainly didn't register with me that his penis was different from
mine beyond the fact that it was much larger.  Same thing with boys my own
age, I remember taking baths with friends and cousins and going skinny
dipping a time or two before puberty set in, but again I never noticed
anything really different about them.

 In Sunday school we heard the term circumcision and knew it was something
to do with the penis, but details weren't discussed, naturally.  As
adolescence set in and my hormones started acting up I started reading some
of the medical books we had in our house, but they related everything in
dry, formal terms with no illustrations so they weren't much help. So it
was really in ninth grade, freshman year in high school in my small
Southern town in the early 1970s, when I became aware that there was
something different about my penis.  I was a smart kid who wore glasses and
wasn't very well coordinated or athletic so I wasn't very popular in
school.  I was tall and skinny and pretty shy about the whole idea of
showering with other guys, which I knew you had to do in high school gym.
I was well along in adolescence and had developed a lot of pubic hair and
some on my arms and legs and in my armpits, plus some traces on my chest.
As I matured I began to masturbate and naturally I was always getting
erections at inopportune moments, so it really worried me that it might
happen in the locker room.  Of course now I understand that those are
universal male concerns but at the time I thought I was the only one.  I
didn't have friends close enough to discuss things like that with, which
might have made a difference.

So when school started and we went to gym and dressed out for the first
time I was pretty nervous about the whole thing. The all male gym class was
a big one, with probably 30-40 freshmen boys like me, about 20 tenth
graders, and then 10-15 juniors and seniors who were taking PE as an
elective to get out of an academic class. It was taught by two coaches, one
older man who had seen so much adolescent goofiness that he ignored it
unless it got really out of hand, and a young smart-aleck type who saw gym
class as a place to train the real athletes, the rest of us not being worth
his time. There were two locker rooms, one the freshmen used and the other
for the older guys. After we all dressed out the older coach had us sit on
the bleachers while he took role and then went over some rules. I was
sitting with some other freshmen I knew, but directly in front of us and
lower down on the bleachers was one of the junior guys, dressed in nothing
but his gym shorts and lying spread out with his back propped against one
of the bleacher rows..  He wasn't even wearing underwear, as my group of
freshmen realized when he began to lift the waistband of his shorts
whenever the coach wasn't looking his way in order to take a gander at his
genitals.  The way he was sitting or lying meant we freshmen got a look at
them as well, lying there in a black cloud of curly hair. He shifted a
little and his dick rolled a bit, exposing his balls too. All of us sitting
behind him saw everything, and as his penis reddened and swelled a bit
because he was looking at it our own penises tingled a bit as well, much to
our embarrassment. We looked at each other uncomfortably but no one said
anything. We were already feeling intimidated by being with so many older
guys, and I know I and probably most of the others were thinking about the
showers we'd be required to take at the end of class. I don't know for
certain whether the guy knew that in admiring himself he was also giving
some freshmen a view of his family jewels, but I tend to think he did know
because of some incidents later in the year I'll tell about later on. Once
the coach was finished with the instructions we had PE class, including
calisthenics, some running, and a little basketball pitching. About ten
minutes before the end of the period the coach blew his whistle and yelled
"Hit the showers!"

 I ran towards the locker rooms, stopping to grab a towel from the waiting
bin like the rest were doing, and then went in, stripped down, and lined up
to shower. It felt a bit awkward first pulling my shorts down and off and
feeling my genitals exposed to mass public view for the first time, but my
fears of getting hard in front of the other guys didn't materialize.  Of
course there was a lot of yelling and swaggering around as everyone tried
to bluff out their own nerves about the whole thing.  Naturally you didn't
dare show too much interest and look straight out at the others' crotches
because you'd get teased for being gay, but there was plenty of opportunity
to sneak peeks and look sidelong, and everybody was doing it along with the
usual teenage male things of pretending to punch someone or watching for a
guy who wasn't looking and quickly pinching his nipple or a quick slap to
an ass cheek and of course the accidentally-on-purpose brush up against and
quick squeeze to a friend's genitals.  There were still some guys who
hadn't hit puberty but most of us had.  And it was very clear to me that my
penis was different from the other guys' right away.  They all had that
extra skin covering that I didn't have, and my glans was fully exposed. And
not having that extra skin made my penis look a little smaller than
average, which of course is a universal male worry.  I don't remember any
one else who was circumcised in that whole class.  It was a small town and
nearly all the others had been born there, while I had moved there several
years earlier from a larger city where evidently circumcision was routine.
No one said anything directly but they must have seen me and wondered why
my dick looked like that.  I doubt that most of the guys understood that I
was different because I was circumcised any more than I knew the reason for
my uniqueness because someone surely would have said circumcision or cut or
some other term.  They must have all thought I was deformed or weird or
something.  It was embarrassing and one more thing to make me feel
different.

I developed real concerns that perhaps my penis was deformed and would not
function properly, though I had enough sense to dismiss this as after all I
was able to urinate the same as other guys, and I had enough experience
with masturbation to know that my penis did what it was supposed to in
those situations as well, and moreover did it very well and gave me a lot
of pleasure.  And the whole idea of my being deformed in some way just
didn't make sense, because quite frankly my penis looked neater and more
functional than anyone else's in those showers.  The idea of circumcision
came to my mind when I looked at one boy in particular.  His foreskin was
less wrinkled and smoothly covered his glans so that it wasn't visible at
all, and I wondered whether he was circumcised.  There was another guy
whose foreskin was especially long and hung down like an elephant's trunk,
and I thought for sure that he had had some terrible accident!

Sometime during that year I had to have a physical examination done by a
doctor, the first time I had had one since hitting puberty. I thought to
myself that if there really was something wrong with me down there the
doctor would be sure to mention it. In the event he said nothing as he felt
up under my balls for a hernia then went on with the examination so I felt
somewhat reassured, though still confused about my penis's difference. Had
I not been so diffident and actually asked him about it I'm sure he would
have explained things, but I kept my mouth shut and so did he. Normally a
boy with this sort of questions could go to his father for answers, but my
father was dealing with depression and emotional problems and it was
difficult discussing ordinary matters with him, let alone anything so
personal. In retrospect I could have asked the PE coach some questions in
private, because he was an affable older man who knew my family. He was
kind and patient most of the time and would probably have explained briefly
but thoroughly, but I didn't talk to him about it that year. In other
words, my confusion over my genitals was exacerbated by my lack of male
support, either my age or older.

 Throughout that freshman year gym class continued and so did the showers.
When it got to be colder weather some of the guys started skipping
showering but I rarely did now that I felt confident my dick was going to
behave itself and not harden in front of the others.  It was refreshing to
pull my clothes off in the middle of the day for a quick shower and more
importantly, like most males I had an exhibitionist streak and I really
enjoyed the feeling that I was on display and felt superior to guys who
were skipping getting clean and not exposing their bodies to others'
gaze. I always got a little tingle when I pulled my shorts down and off and
felt the air hit my genitals and ass. I enjoyed having other classes with
guys that I had gym with, sitting next to them in English or math and
knowing what they looked like naked and knowing that they knew what I
looked like the same way. We never talked about being naked but it was
something we had in common and was a bonding experience. The locker room
and shower area wasn't very large and there were a lot of guys using it, so
when you were naked and walking back and forth to the showers there was
usually the potential for some genital contact: maybe your hand would brush
against someone's crotch or some other guy's hand would bump yours.  I
remember that happening a few times, the other guy's genitals would feel
cold and squishy and you'd jerk your hand away, and if someone's hand
happened to come into contact with your genitals you'd feel warmth there
for a second before he jerked his hand away. If it happened you'd jump a
little because you would get a little zing, then look quickly at the other
guy before he looked away. It felt a little creepy but sort of good, too,
in a way no one would admit to. I also got little tingles whenever I
noticed someone taking a look at my crotch, and I'm sure the others got
them too.

Once there was a field trip that took a lot of the guys out of my class
that day, but not me.  So we had gym as usual and afterwards, I stripped
down in the uncrowded locker room and walked into the shower room.  There
were four or five guys standing in one corner whispering and as I came in
they all looked directly at my crotch and laughed.  That was tingly and
unnerving but I didn't say anything, just turned my back to them and
started the shower on that side of the room. They must have been discussing
my dick's difference.  If any of those guys had been close friends of mine
I might have walked over to them and asked what they were laughing at and
that might have cleared the air a bit and if someone did know what
circumcision was they might have mentioned it and cleared up my confusion.
But I doubt any of them knew about circumcision, because the town was
pretty isolated and there were very few people there from other places.  On
that day as I started to shower I came up with all kinds of reasons for why
they had laughed (it couldn't have been penis size because one or two of
those guys weren't even adolescent yet), the most alarming being that since
I had masturbated that morning before school somehow or other they could
tell what I had done!  I took a quick look down to see if any of my pubic
hair was suspiciously stuck down or whether there was any dried semen
anywhere on me, or worst of all whether there there was some dried tissue
stuck to my dick head, but I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. I
finished my shower and grabbed my towel and dried off, keeping my back
turned to the guys who had laughed to deny them another view of whatever it
was that had interested them. The fact that it was because I was
circumcised didn't occur to me at all because remember I didn't know what
it really was.

One other incident, that ought to have tipped me off to the truth but
didn't (I was bright but a bit dense at times), came when a guy in my gym
class said to me during some kind of discussion during lunch "You're
Jewish, right?" and looked confused when I said I wasn't.  I had no clue
why he would have thought that, believe it or not.  Like me he had moved to
that town from somewhere else and so he must have been one of the few who
knew what the score was with my penis. It's a shame I didn't ask him why he
said that, it might have cleared some things up for me and for some of the
other guys who were also there.(But then again it might not have, because
for one thing there would have been some girls sitting nearby who might
have overheard what he was saying, and for another he likely wouldn't have
wanted to confirm that he had looked at my crotch). I eventually reasoned
out that my last name had a somewhat "Jewish" sound about it and forgot
about it. There was a Jewish family in town, but they didn't have a son my
age.

Another weird thing that happened sometime that year involved a guy who was
a year or so older than the rest of us in that locker room because he had
had to repeat a grade back in elementary school. He was a stocky fellow,
short and heavy set, and because he was older he had a lot more body hair
than the rest of us, plus he had larger genitals, including a penis which
of course was uncircumcised.  He liked to bully us so when for some reason
he spent several weeks not dressing out for PE and sitting in the bleachers
for the period we were all relieved.  Then one day he was back in class and
he dressed out and participated, then joined us again in the locker room to
shower and change.  He usually undressed and dressed in a spot close to
where I and some other guys did, and that day was no different.  But
something was different when he pulled off his underwear and got naked. His
crotch was shaved. He stood and faced me and the other guys and said (as if
we had asked) "This is why I sat out for awhile." He put one hand on his
dick and balls and pulled them to one side so that we could see he had a
red scar there in his crotch between his genitals and where his thigh
began. It was surprising and a little shocking, especially since he had no
hair there to conceal it. We said things like "Damn" and "Wow" and he then
went on "I had a hernia I had to get fixed." There was no answer to this
and we just kept looking, sort of the way you can't look away from a car
wreck. He fingered his dick for a second, flexing what I later realized was
his foreskin, then turned and headed for the showers, giving us a view of
his hairy ass. I and the other guys he had displayed himself to turned away
and completed our own undressing, then hit the showers as well, keeping
away from him in case he wanted to show his scar to us again. That was a
repulsive thing to see and none of us ever talked about it. Over the next
few weeks I noticed the guy's pubic hair gradually grew back, but shortly
after that he must have had his 16th birthday because he dropped out and
vanished from our lives.

Toward the end of the school year it got warm again and everybody went back
to showering.  Once in the last month four or five of the juniors and
seniors in the class slipped into the freshman locker room, took off their
gym shorts (they weren't wearing underwear), and ran around nude grabbing
some guys and throwing them in the shower, slapping bare asses and crotches
and letting their own genitals bounce freely to intimidate us ninth
graders.  One of them was the same guy who had let me and some other
freshmen see his genitals at the beginning of school. He was really an
exhibitionist and probably a voyeur as well, because throughout the school
year he had done his best in every class to get up to foolishness like
letting his shorts slip down so as to give a quick view of his genitals or
ass, or sometimes when we were outside and the coach wasn't nearby doing
things like trying to tug other guys' shorts down, plus he liked to do
things like pinch nipples, slap asses, and sometimes even a crotch feel
through our gym shorts. He and his buddies who followed his lead were all
strong and muscular types, but as far as genitals go none of them were all
that impressive, being average in size at most. One or two of them had some
chest hair but not as much as I did, and I was actually taller than all of
them.

 In the crowding and confusion I was able to strip down and shower as
normal while he and his buddies were harassing others, but eventually he
spotted me, naked after my shower, and I saw him elbow the others and nod
toward me.  Apparently he had heard some schoolyard gossip about the guy
with the weird dick and had been burning with curiosity to see it for
himself. He had done the normal nipple pinching and ass slapping to me now
and then through the year, and once or twice he had tried to yank my shorts
down, but I always managed to keep him from doing that. Now he and his
buddies had a chance for an unobstructed view of my genitalia, and he was
ready to take advantage of it.

They all came over and stood for a second staring straight at my crotch in
a really intense ogle, not even bothering to hide what they were looking
at. It was embarrassing but knowing they were looking at my genitals gave
me a couple of zings and a tingle down there.  I tried to ignore them and
dry off but then a couple took me by the arms and walked me backwards into
the shower room and held me under a cold shower spray, then one grabbed my
feet and the other held on to my shoulders and upper arms at my elbows and
raised me so I was parallel to the floor, then stretched me out full
length. I had seen them do this to some of the others so I just resigned
myself to it.  So there were two holding me prone and two or three others
standing watching and laughing as they passed me slowly under the shower
spray, with especial attention to my genitals. A couple pinched my nipples
and pulled some of my chest hairs, giving me an electric jolt all the way
to my crotch, and there was a lot of laughing. I saw that all of them were
taking a good look at my penis and one brushed away some of my pubic hair
so he could get a clearer look. When my entire front was soaked the two
holding me turned me over so I was suddenly looking down at the floor and
at the thighs and genitals of the guy holding my arms. I was close enough
to his groin that I got a whiff of musk which was actually sort of fun. I
got the cold spray over my back, rump, and legs. The guys watching gave my
ass a couple of swats and one of them, I didn't see which one, reached
under and gave my dick and balls a quick feel which made me jump and them
laugh. (I realized later that whoever did it was verifying that I didn't
have a foreskin.) Once I was thoroughly wet the two guys holding me let me
down surprisingly gently and set about grabbing their next victim. I was
annoyed and embarrassed but also more than a little titillated by having
been so manhandled.  I felt my penis starting to swell and so I hurried
back into the locker room, grabbed my towel and dried off again standing
with my back to the room and then slipped on my shorts before turning
around. Fortunately my dick didn't get completely hard, but that was an
experience that I relived during some masturbation sessions later on.

The next day the guy and his buddies tried it again.  Once again they
slipped into the freshman locker room and took off their gym shorts.  This
time they were intent on another look at my crotch, and when they were
naked they came directly over to where I was getting ready to shower. I
tried to ignore them as I pulled my shorts off but I knew that once I was
naked I would get manhandled and showered again, and I was tired of it. I
dropped my shorts on the bench behind me, faced them, and took my penis in
one hand and held it up so they could see its underside. With the other
hand I brushed my pubic hair back so they could get a better look. I raised
my eyebrows as if to say "Want to see anything else?" When the freshmen saw
what I was doing they started laughing and cheering. The guy and his
buddies were so fascinated by what they saw in my crotch that at first they
didn't realize I was making fun of them, but when it sank in they reddened
a bit and turned away. Just then the coach came into the room to
investigate all the laughing and cheering and yelled at the older guys to
get out of there.  They grabbed their shorts and jumped back into them and
ran out. I walked into the showers to applause and cheering that continued
after I came back out and dried off. Having the guts to do something like
that and take on the bullies raised my status considerably in the gym class
and later, after word had spread about what had happened, in the school as
a whole. Those bullies knew that they had been made fools of and they
avoided me and the other freshmen for the rest of that school year.  I
don't remember much more about them, but I don't believe any of them
graduated, they dropped out and either went to work somewhere or joined the
Army, probably. Anyway, they disappeared from my life and I wasn't sorry to
see them go.

Another time during that same goofy period when school was in its final few
weeks there was some fun and games in the locker room, with wet towels
being used to pop bare asses, and I got a full on whack right on my dick
when someone's intended target moved at the last second.  The shock and
momentary pain startled me and I yelped and jumped which of course made
everyone else laugh.  Just then the coach came into the locker room and
yelled at us to stop fooling around and get dressed. I came in for a little
ribbing about getting hit in a sensitive spot, but the guy who had whacked
me got more because he could be teased for having aimed at me on
purpose. It looked accidental to me, but it's curious that the only dick
pop that happened that year was the one that hit my circumcised penis.
That was another experience that I was to remember later on when
masturbating.

Freshman year was the only year we all showered regularly.  In 10th grade
for some reason the idea got around that it wasn't cool to shower (maybe
some of the guys who still hadn't hit puberty started it) and we didn't
except for a few times here and there.  Once the PE coach gave us a talking
to about us stinking the school up or something and he actually came in to
the showers for a few days to make sure we all stripped down and went in,
but after he stopped doing that we stopped showering, too. I do remember
noticing once again that no one in the class had a penis like mine, and
that it made me the subject of some gawking when naked, and it continued to
puzzle me. Most juniors and seniors didn't take gym so that was the end of
public showering for me until college except for a trip to Europe I took
the summer between my junior and senior year, travelling with about 50
other kids from all over the country.  Inevitably the other guys on the
trip and I ended up sharing bathing facilities and I remember that some of
them had penises that looked like mine and some that didn't but as in high
school gym class you couldn't show too much interest or ask questions about
such things. Again, that was a pity because I had become good friends with
some of those guys and I'm sure they would have readily explained things
had I asked.

So how did I finally figure out I was circumcised?  Well believe it or not
it was my senior year in high school when we all had to take a health class
(separated by sex). The guys were all taught by the big burly and
thoroughly intimidating football coach (not the PE coach) who kept his
paddle displayed above his desk and used it on anyone who laughed
inappropriately so most of the time everybody just sat there not daring to
look around. Mainly we learned about STDs (this was before AIDS so syphilis
and gonorrhea were the big worries) and we were actually given instructions
on checking for chancres by skinning back our foreskins.  We were
instructed, not shown, by the way.  And I thought "Skin back what? There's
nothing down there to skin back."  I wasn't about to ask that question in
class, naturally.  Then we got into some sexual anatomy and were shown
drawings of uncircumcised and circumcised penises.  That's when the light
dawned at last for me, and maybe for some of the other guys who had seen me
naked a few years earlier.  I remember thinking "Oh! OK!" to myself as
things slid into place in my mind and started to make sense. That evening
at home I checked my penis out while masturbating and realized that the
band of skin below the glans was actually a scar. Of course I never said a
word about what I had learned to my parents, which is a shame because
they're both gone now so I can't find out whether they discussed whether or
not to have me circumcised or whether it was just done automatically before
I was sent home from the hospital.

I've read that most men in the US are circumcised, unlike most of the rest
of the world.  If that's so, then it was my bad luck to be cut in a town
that didn't follow that custom and let its boys go uncut.  At least in
college I knew what the score was with my penis and wasn't so self
conscious (growing up had a lot to do with that too, of course), and most
of the guys I saw naked in the dorm showers were circumcised, too.  But it
really would have been great if that health class had been offered in the
freshman year rather than the senior!