Freshman Showers ExperienceI was a very bright but socially isolated and shy 14 year old when I entered high school back in the early 1970s. Being smart was not an asset but a handicap at my high school, just like most of them I didn't have many friends and was bullied quite a bit. I was tall and skinny and not athletic, and of course athletics was all that counted.
The worst class was gym class. I knew very few of the guys and was friends with even fewer. I wore glasses and wasn't well coordinated so I was not an asset on any team. Plus I really didn't care and didn't try very hard.
Taking a shower with the other guys was a new experience for me. At least I was well along in adolescence, with pubic hair and the beginnings of chest hair, so I was ahead of some of the other guys. Of course I had the standard male worry about my penis being too small, and that was intensified by my being circumcised.
Now I knew about circumcision but didn't understand how it affected the penis, and I had never been told that I had been circumcised. So when I had to ***** down for the first time I was uncomfortably aware that my penis looked different from the others. I don't remember any other guy in that class who was circumcised. (I had moved to that town a few years earlier and apparently circumcision wasn't a custom at the local hospital where the other guys had been born). It just added to my self consciousness. Now of course no one stared directly but I was aware when I pulled my shorts off that there were a lot of side glances ( and of course I was doing the same thing). But I got naked along with everybody else, showered, and toweled off and quickly redressed.
Looking back on it I'm sure my penis must have been the focus of some discussion here and there. Likely none of the other guys had ever seen a circumcised penis before. I remember one day when there were fewer guys than normal in the showers. A group of them were standing together and when I came in they looked directly at my crotch and snickered. So obviously they had been whispering about it before I came in. I didn't say anything because they weren't friends of mine, just turned and showered with my back to them. Looking back, if I'd walked over to them and said "What's so funny?" it might have broken some ice, so to speak, and cleared up some confusion I had about why my penis was different. Another time toward the end of school some older guys who were in the same gym class with us freshmen sneaked into our locker room (they were supposed to use a different one, took their shorts off, and paraded around naked to intimidate us. When they saw me they all took the opportunity to stare directly at my penis. No one said anything, but looking back again apparently there had been some discussion about the guy with the weird ****.
That was the only year I showered regularly at school. In PE the next year for some reason us sophomores didn't take showers except for every now and then. I don't remember any gawkers so I guess people's curiosity about me had been solved. Juniors and seniors didn't take PE so that was the end of public showering until college. By then I understood that I was circumcised, plus I'd developed more. And of course there were plenty of circumcised guys there.
So basically this is a story about social isolation in an isolated small town, with a particularly male problem added in.