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Do I ever! It was our local public pool. Our dad had taken the three of us (me, brother, and sister). While my sister had her swim suit on under her skirt, we guys had to go in to the men's locker room. I couldn't have been older than 6 or 7. Oh, holy shit! I'd never seen a naked man before - not even my own father. My father faced the lockers and hid himself as much as possible so his dick wouldn't be seen. I only caught a quick glimpse of it. It was also the first time I'd ever seen a jock strap - and my father slipped his on faster than lightning. Upon asking what the "weird underwear" was: "You'll know when you're older."To see such huge penises, and the heavy globes swinging with them - and the hair! I stared in awe. But the thing I noticed most - nobody else had a cock that looked like mine.The head of mine was fully visible. I asked why and my dad again gave me his stock answer: "You'll know when you're older."I loved swimming as a kid. We had a YMCA nearby and I always asked to go during the winter months but was told we couldn't afford it. It wasn't until years later that I realized the real reason: Men were not permitted to wear swim trunks in the pool; you had to be naked and my dad was too embarrassed to let anyone see him nude.
My story was similar in that a neighbor friend of mine and I went to the Y one summer day. His mom drove us and we were going swimming there. I remember we were both shy about changing in the locker room and we both turned away from each other. When I did, I saw two naked men walking out of their showers and I can still picture them. I remember that we went out to swim while his mom read a book and I was thinking about going back in that locker room to see other men.
It was at the pool near home. If I went with my dad I was shepherded in and out of the change room; if I went with my older brothers I used to get me eyes full. With my brothers I even got to shower after my swim. At the time I didn't know I was gay but I do remember how much I enjoyed eagerly letting my eyes wander all over the place.
Sounds like pools/locker rooms are a common story.