Contact Sports - almost naked

I recently attended a 40-year reunion with my freshman-year dormmates. Although we’ve all aged physically, it’s astounding how our minds still feel just as vibrant and sharp as they did years ago.

After high school, I attended an all-male Catholic college. Our incoming freshman class consisted of 65 students from across the country. For most of us, it was our first time away from home.

During orientation week, we were assigned a seven-man dorm room with no privacy. The room was no larger than a standard residential bedroom, containing three bunk beds and one single bed. Each bunk bed had one Armoire that was shared between bunkmates. Despite the initial unfamiliarity, these men would become our brothers, sharing our undergraduate years and shaping our college experience.

The freshman floor was on level two of the dormitory building. The bathrooms were located on the sixth floor and used by all classmen. Like the dorm rooms, there was no privacy between trough urinals, open commodes, and large gang showers. All modesty was gone. After high school, I chose to attend an all-male Catholic college, where I joined a diverse first-year class of 65 students from across the nation. For many of us, this marked the first time we would be living away from home, an exciting yet daunting experience.

During orientation week, we were placed in a seven-man dorm room that lacked any privacy. Spanning no larger than a typical bedroom, it contained three bunk beds and one single bed, with each pair of bunkmates sharing an Armoire. Although we were strangers at first, these were the roommates who would become our lifelong friends, accompanying us throughout our college journey and shaping our lives in ways we couldn't imagine.

Our freshman floor was situated on the second level of the dormitory, while the shared bathrooms were located on the sixth floor, available for all students. Just like the dorm rooms, privacy was nonexistent in the bathrooms, featuring trough urinals, open commodes, and large gang showers. This challenging environment, where we had to let go of any lingering modesty, unexpectedly fostered a strong camaraderie among us as we navigated this new chapter together.

I don't know where this practice originated, but in the dorms, our dress code consisted of short silk running shorts with no tops or undershorts. Erections were commonplace, and our attire left little to the imagination. This stark contrast to our daytime class uniforms was notable; those consisted of navy dress slacks, a blue collared button-up shirt fastened to the neck, a necktie, and, in cooler months, a navy sweater.

Sports played a central role in filling our free time when we weren't studying. Our gym, located in a separate building, offered many opportunities for us to engage our competitive spirits through team sports. Although the school prioritized academic pursuits and did not have formal physical education classes or organized sports teams, the students planned and carried out all gym activities.

As we began to know each other better, it became a common practice for us to wear only jockstraps during sporting activities. Engaging in contact sports while only partially clothed allowed for exploration in a non-judgmental environment. A favorite activity for all of us was full-contact wrestling on floor mats. Although there was never any explicit discussion about sexuality, it was evident from the touching and physical contact during these activities that a lot of exploration and some satisfaction were occurring, as evidenced by how many of us found ourselves aroused inside our jockstraps. I lost count of the times I ejaculated inside the pouch of my jockstrap.

During our reunion, we seized the chance to relive the vibrant spirit of our college days. We gathered in the gym, split into teams, and jumped into an exciting game of basketball. While we may have moved a bit slower and needed breaks to catch our breath, the laughter and sense of camaraderie filled the air, reminding us of our bond. The pinnacle of the day came when we pulled out the floor mats for some spirited wrestling. It was a thrilling throwback to our youthful energy and the joy of reconnecting. Embracing our past, we shed the inhibitions we once had, having a blast mingling around in our jockstraps, just like old times.

Intimacy and physical contact shifted from discreet gestures to open displays of connection, which were joyfully celebrated by all. Now in our sixties, we possess the confidence and courage to embrace public expressions of affection, to proudly transcend mere groping, and to express our affection and joy openly for everyone to see. Though our youthful days may be behind us, the passion within us remains vibrant and alive. We still find joy in the thrill of physical connection, proving that our spirit is ever-burning.