I go to an old gym here in nyc. It’s not sceney and a lot of office dudes go there and the locker room gets busy. There are many college athletes or frat turned white collar there and tbh some are super hot. I would check them out but then feel bad. Do straight guys notice when that happen?
Do straight guys notice in gym or locker room gay men are checking them out?
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justaguy5000
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Lol I mean if they're real sneaky about it then I'd probably never know. But a few times I've been aware of it. Mostly when I see a guy getting dressed painfully slow while darting his eyes at me. Or this one guy at my old gym would pace up and down the row of showers like he forgot something and he's peak through the gaps in the shower curtains.
Never really cared since nobody was super creepy about it. But I imagine if they had been bolder I might feel a little weird about it
Never really cared since nobody was super creepy about it. But I imagine if they had been bolder I might feel a little weird about it
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Lol I mean I'm definitely not a fitness model, but I'm in pretty decent shape.
It is good that you recognize the creepiness of it and avoid it. To your question: Depends how creepy the looks are. If you want to stare at someone, do it while speaking to them.
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Yes, I would notice if someone was staring or looking at me for more than a very quick glance. It's not polite to do that to anyone, man or woman, clothed or not.
Yes, while looking them in the eyes, as you should be doing while engaged in conversation.
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I've noticed guys checking me out, but have no idea if they are gay.
Yes I've noticed. For us straight guys the norm in a locker room is to mind your business and keep your eyes on whatever you're doing, sure a quick glance of comparison to others is normal. For me it's noticeable even in my peripheral when someone is staring.
99% of the time it's just glances, and it doesn't matter if the person is straight or gay. 1% of the time it was a note in my locker 
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in the gym's lockers, either no one's looking or I rarely noticed. but i noticed more glances at pool's lockers
if you're hung, gay and straight will check you out.
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i agree but i'm usually flaccid when changing, especially after a swim.... unless someone is the shower instead of a grower
I only use locker rooms and showers after swimming, i'm pretty bad with picking when woman are checking me out let alone men lol, so no i dont really notice, other than maybe someone picking a shower head next to me or changing really close but that could be anything really, and I dont mind as i'm shy if anyone sees me reguardless of their sexual orientation
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Assuming the OP is talking about a male locker room. How does one tell who is Gay ?
A curious quick 1 -2 - 3 second glance doth not a gay man make
A curious quick 1 -2 - 3 second glance doth not a gay man make
Not really necessary to tell who is gay or not, but a 3 sec glance is more than enough time to ascertain whom has self control and whom doesn't.Assuming the OP is talking about a male locker room. How does one tell who is Gay ?
A curious quick 1 -2 - 3 second glance doth not a gay man make
I personally, just stopped watering the grass long ago and started changing in the stalls or in the bathroom for privacy, so I literally don't have to worry about who may be checking me, beyond what imagination they can glean from me fully clothed.
I used to be pretty oblivious to things. I felt more guilty myself of taking the occasional peak to check other guys out. 
I guess there's checking a guy out and checking a guy out. I mean, I was aware other guys were taking a peak sometime. Just as I did occasionally. Actually, I was kinda flattered; I am a card-carrying narcissist after all, although for the longest time I never knew what the word meant, let alone how to spell it. I probably woulda gone with "show off". I though every day was show time!
But one day things took a major turn. I was at the Y, which seems somehow appropriate now (the fork in the road, "The road less travelled"). I was only vaguely aware that this Y had a "reputation". I was showering after a workout. This older, fairly nice, "movie-star-good-looking guy" (mid-, late 30s, 40-ish), came in and took the shower head next to min. I had seen him around; he always seemed a trifle unnaturally friendly, but I shrugged it off, I got a lot of that; rugged-looking guys like that weren't gay, were they? Anyways, I finally took a surreptitious look to the side and down, and nearly shit my pants, if I were wearing any! He had an enormous hard on! And I mean enormous. It stuck straight about five inches -- an inch or so longer than my cock when hard -- then took a turn south for another four five inches, like a fucking banana! And as thick as a cucumber! I'm sure wonder and awe musta been mixed in there somewhere, but at that moment my main feeling was blind panic. After a moment of shock, I fled in terror, almost babbling, with soap still dripping down my body and hair. Somehow I made it outta there at warp speed. Probably gibbering like Costello after encountering Dracula or the Wolfman!
The next day I ran into an older friend of mine, the retired editor and publisher of a major magazine. After a moment, he mentioned that he had heard from this guy, complaining that I was a terrible tease!* I guess this was when the veils were lifted from my innocence, gay-wise, at least.
After that, I guess I developed a straight version of "gaydar"; I had vaguely realized I could get a lot of attention form men, just as I had from women. I just hadn't noticed it that much, if at all. Nor the sexual nature of it. For the most part, it was kinda flattering and kinda fun, a hidden power, until it wasn't. I learned what it must be like for women to be harassed. However, I learned how to put it off. Although, I'll admit, it wasn't normally that much of a problem; most guys were really trying to be cool, and learned when to back off gracefully. I learned to realize my 6'3", football build took care of things when they didn't.
Of course, these were the first intimations that guys could be turned on by me in the showers and locker rooms, when I was naked. I had just naturally assumed men would be turned off by a guy with a super small dick like mine. Hell, I was in awe of other guys' huge cocks! My looks and body, yes, but my little dick? no way, José! Still trying to work that one out.
* And swearing I was sporting a "baby carrot" myself!
I guess there's checking a guy out and checking a guy out. I mean, I was aware other guys were taking a peak sometime. Just as I did occasionally. Actually, I was kinda flattered; I am a card-carrying narcissist after all, although for the longest time I never knew what the word meant, let alone how to spell it. I probably woulda gone with "show off". I though every day was show time!
But one day things took a major turn. I was at the Y, which seems somehow appropriate now (the fork in the road, "The road less travelled"). I was only vaguely aware that this Y had a "reputation". I was showering after a workout. This older, fairly nice, "movie-star-good-looking guy" (mid-, late 30s, 40-ish), came in and took the shower head next to min. I had seen him around; he always seemed a trifle unnaturally friendly, but I shrugged it off, I got a lot of that; rugged-looking guys like that weren't gay, were they?
Anyways, I finally took a surreptitious look to the side and down, and nearly shit my pants, if I were wearing any! He had an enormous hard on! And I mean enormous. It stuck straight about five inches -- an inch or so longer than my cock when hard -- then took a turn south for another four five inches, like a fucking banana! And as thick as a cucumber! I'm sure wonder and awe musta been mixed in there somewhere, but at that moment my main feeling was blind panic. After a moment of shock, I fled in terror, almost babbling, with soap still dripping down my body and hair. Somehow I made it outta there at warp speed. Probably gibbering like Costello after encountering Dracula or the Wolfman! The next day I ran into an older friend of mine, the retired editor and publisher of a major magazine. After a moment, he mentioned that he had heard from this guy, complaining that I was a terrible tease!* I guess this was when the veils were lifted from my innocence, gay-wise, at least.
After that, I guess I developed a straight version of "gaydar"; I had vaguely realized I could get a lot of attention form men, just as I had from women. I just hadn't noticed it that much, if at all. Nor the sexual nature of it. For the most part, it was kinda flattering and kinda fun, a hidden power, until it wasn't. I learned what it must be like for women to be harassed. However, I learned how to put it off. Although, I'll admit, it wasn't normally that much of a problem; most guys were really trying to be cool, and learned when to back off gracefully. I learned to realize my 6'3", football build took care of things when they didn't.
Of course, these were the first intimations that guys could be turned on by me in the showers and locker rooms, when I was naked. I had just naturally assumed men would be turned off by a guy with a super small dick like mine. Hell, I was in awe of other guys' huge cocks! My looks and body, yes, but my little dick? no way, José! Still trying to work that one out.
* And swearing I was sporting a "baby carrot" myself!
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I am often dressed in a way that doesn't hide what I am packing, and I do it because I like how it feels. However, I never look around to see if anyone is looking at me. A dozen women or guys could be checking me out and I doubt I would notice. Same thing driving, I hardly check people out who are driving as well.
Hey, you know what happened to me once? I was in the bay of my suburban locker room and I looked up from sitting on the bench and saw that a locker had a special kind of "combination" lock. It was not a circle with numbers but rather 5 individual "tumblers" (if that's the right word) and they were all letters. It was clearly designed for a certain purpose, for the guy who it belonged to had left it in a particular setting; namely, the five letters were, in order, H-O-R-N-Y.99% of the time it's just glances, and it doesn't matter if the person is straight or gay. 1% of the time it was a note in my locker
I had to laugh to myself. It seemed a clever way to maybe find a hook up in the locker room.
Speaking of notes in lockers, Once, in the mid 80's, I had a red lycra jockstrap and I belonged to a local college gym (I was out of college myself).
My routine involved wearing the jock to the showers and rinsing it and wringing and, for a cheap thrill, letting it hang on the shower handle for others to see.
Once I locked it thru the "arch" of my standard combo lock only to arrive the next day to a broken lock and a missing jock. There was a note inside that said the guy couldn't help himself (even tho he DID help himself!) and offering to return it if he could blow me. I called the number and we met the next day. That gym had a little used stairwell with square landings at every floor, accessible from a small hall in the locker room. We went there, he gave me the jock, he got on his knees.....
I was so impressed by his devotion to jockstraps (which I felt too) that I almost gave him the jock as a present... almost.
I’ve definitely noticed at times. Usually it’s just glances, which is fine. I don’t mind if you take a peek. But one time I actually got a note on my car. It was from the guy that I definitely noticed checking me out (probably didn’t help that I gave him a spot) and a girl he was with. So I had options. Lol!
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I am not interested in men sexually but have definitely checked out some men's bodies at the gym.
