My introduction happened in as a freshman in college. I lived on the same floor with the wrestlers, they made freshman wrestlers live in the dorm. They were a very rowdy shirtless bunch. One day they had some kind of initiation/hazing ritual where the upperclass men wrestlers came to our dorm, made the freshmen put on tighty whites. Then marched them off to a pickup truck and drove away. The image of all those fit studs in tighty whites has a permeant spot in my head.
What solidified my love of wrestlers was when I saw them shower. One guy on the team was kind on a loner. He didn’t hang out with the team a lot, but was really friendly with me. One day he asked if I wanted to meet him at the field house where they practiced, then go to dinner. Of course I agreed. I get there and he’s no where to be found. I go to the restroom, and it turns out its a restroom and shower combo. The wrestling and track team had their own locker rooms, but shared the shower. I go in the stall to pee and as i’m finishing up I hear the team coming out of the locker room to the showers. The stall had a clear view of about 50% of the shower area through the crack in the door. I took a seat and enjoyed the show. The most shocking thing is most of the guys where hung. They all just causally chatted while their long fat schlongs bounced around. This was my first time seeing young fit guys naked in person. From that point on it’s been my favorite sport to follow.
They finished showing pretty quick. I go outside to find my friend waiting for me. He didn’t shower, but I got to see him naked at another point.
