I was a member of the old downtown YMCA in Houston before they demolished the old building. For a monthly fee, you were given access to the clothing room. For men you could grab a t-shirt, shorts, socks and a jock. Everything was in bins so you could grab whatever or how many you needed or wanted. This was an extremely popular option since many of the guys who went there worked at the various high rises downtown. I would say upwards of 80%, maybe 90% of the guys took advantage of this. I’ve never seen so many guys wear jocks as I did in this locker room. They were really all over the place. You were suppose to place all the clothes and towels into large receptacles, but you’d find jocks all over the place. Hundreds. The bulk of the jocks were Duke team jocks, but you’d find Bike jocks and other random branded jocks as well. I always wondered if they were old or if they were found and tossed into the mix. The clothing room was before the front desk so you’d grab your stuff—jocks hanging out of your bundle or on top or some guys would grab just a jock and walk out of the room, past the front desk and scan your card to get you into the hallway to go to the locker room.
Since they laundered hundreds if not thousands daily and they used a lot of bleach, the jocks didn’t last long. Many jocks you’d grab in your size did not a lot of function left. It got to the point you’d grab 2-3 in hopes one would fit. I started going later at night and by chance got to know one of the locker room attendants/laundry guy. We were chatting as I was dressing down and made the comment about the jocks not fitting well. He came back with a brand new box of 12 team Duke’s in the red and yellow box for me. HA!
Not were jocks everywhere, the locker room was the biggest locker room I’ve ever seen. Thousands of lockers—probably 5,000 to 10,000 no joke. On the main level you had not only rows and rows of lockers, you also had three open shower areas, two bathroom areas, 2 wet sauna, 2 dry saunas and a hot tub. Past one of the wet area was a small locker area where they had rooms for massages (they had in locker room masseuses). Past that were stairs that took you to the downstairs locker room where there were 20-40 more rows of lockers, another bathroom area, another open shower and a huge hot tub that could seat about 30 with a glass enclosure a lot of guys would do naked stretches or yoga. Past the hot tub was a staircase that went to the downstairs, upstairs locker room. The downstairs upstairs locker room just had lockers, but was just a huge area.
If you had a locker in the downstairs upstairs locker area and if you wanted to use the farthest shower you’d have to walk to the stairs, go downstairs, walk past the hot tub and about 20 rows of lockers, go upstairs, go past the lockers where the massage rooms were, though the wet area, through doors into the main upstairs locker room past another set of stairs (that went down to the weight room) past 40 rows of lockers to the far open shower area. If you walked leisurely, it could take you 5 minutes.
I knew a lot of guys who would do this. Sometimes nude. Sometimes in a jock. A lot of guys either nude or in a jock. It’s also the only time I’ve seen multiple guys shave at the sinks with just a jock on—with some waiting in their jocks. It’s also the first time I’ve seen hundreds of naked men all at once at various states of dressing, nude, running around in underwear, jocks or showering—sometimes lines to get into the open showers. It was really insane at times.