The changing room was certainly my favourite room in school. But not all year round did the guys take their clothes off; they only did so when they were wet, and that only happened when we used the pool. Sadly, nobody ever showered at school. The time of the year when we used the pool was when I was more anxious. I waited for the bell to ring and ran to be the first in (and last out). As strange as it may sound, I didn't know I was gay yet and I didn't really think about liking guys, I only knew I wanted to see them naked. But only a few were the ones brave enough to go around naked in the changing room; I wasn't one of them.
With time I've started to change and found that strange (but great) feeling of being naked with other guys in a changing room. As if there was no interest whatsoever in the others and viceversa. The braveness (of others) of being completely exposed turns me on, a lot. I'm not quite unabushed yet, so it's difficult for me to look directly at a naked guy sometimes. That's probably why I find pictures like the next ones so appealing. Being able to watch and not be seen.
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