User: The Quiet Kid

I've been suffering from back pain for quite some time, so I decided to get a massage. I was kind of nervous - not knowing to what level of undress I'd need to be - so I requested a male masseur (acording to my online dictonary, that's the masculine form for a masseuse). Anyway, he called me back and we talked about what I wanted. He then told me to strip down to my underwear and get on the table, in between the sheets. He left the room while I did this. So I disrobed down to my briefs and hoped on the table. About five minutes later, he came back in and started up the massage. I was fully drapped during it. He only uncovered one part at a time.

I think Eva had the best personality out of all the other 7 winners. I loved it when she went to Tokyo and the challenge was to dress in the "baby doll" style and she won due to her strategy of just putting things on that don't go together. She won, because - "How stupid do I look?"

I needed a physical for entry into the Boy Scouts and my mom took me. I in the sixth grade. (I think. It was a long time ago.) Anyway, nobody explained to me what would happen. I just assumed it would be like a normal check-up. So I entered the exam room with my mom and the doc checked the usual things (heartbeat, shines that light into your eyes, etc.) Then he told me to lie down on the examining table. I thought it was no big deal. I just assumed he would just feel my stomach and that would be it. Well, he lifted up my shirt, felt my chest and then he moved to unsnap my pants. I instantly went on alert and I became a little scared. Like I said, I didn't have a clue what a physical exam was. The doc unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them all the way himself, opening the fly as far as it could go. And all the while,he was talking about his new beagle puppy that he got for his daughter last week. Frankly, I didn't give a flip about the puppy. I wanted to know what was going on. Then he pulled my underwear down and started to touch and feel my privates. Three seconds later it was over and he told me I could "zip up." There was no coughing or anything like that. Sometimes, the doc doesn't even physically examine me (if you know what I mean) He just takes a look and that's it.

Now I'm okay with physicals (for the most part). I just wished someone would've told me what to expect...

A lot of people seem to think the locker room is some kind of an erotic temple of lust (or something...) but from what I've experienced, it's just a place to change. I'm 21 now and back in middle school and high school we had to change into PE uniforms and that's what we did in the locker room. We also had the option to take showers (nobody did) and the school charged us $20 for "towel service". Most of us guys paid the charge only to discover that showering was optional. It was a conspiracy if you ask me. Everything went okay during those years. The only thing was that I wore briefs and everyone else wore boxers and some of the other guys used to tease me about it. But whatever. Boxers can be a little TOO freeing in my opinion.

Then I went to college and I took this intense PE class that combined weight lifting with running and I always felt crappy when it ended. I wanted to take a shower, but I wasn't about to do it by myself. Then this one older guy (in his 40's) said he was going to shower off next class and I said I was too. So the next class, I brought my towel and my soap. I was kinda nervous and I didn't know how to go about the process, so I watched him. (Just to see what he would do. Nothing like that.) He just took off his shoes, socks, shirt and pants and proceeded to the showers in his underwear. I followed suit. I stripped off my clothes and went to the showers in my undies.

The showers were thankfully divided off from one another and had curtains. All he did was, he turned on the water, took off his underwear and slung it over the rail. I did the same. So all in all, the only actual nudity that took place was a few brief seconds where we saw each other's butts. Nothing major. And he didn't criticize my underwear choices. (I would wear briefs and boxer-briefs.) He was of the boxer-brief variety and he saw me in my underwear a lot and never teased me about it. Maybe the people who go to college are just more mature.

So in the end, the locker rooms and the showers in particular weren't that big of a deal. Most of the time, I was too exhausted and on the verge of vomiting from working out to even entertain an embarrasing thought.