I left for school with time on my hands each morning before I was due to
clock-in for work. I was sixteen lean and fit, but wanted to be fitter. I wanted
boys to look at me, boys, men, any male of an age I could have sex with.
Even if they couldn’t, I wanted them to wish they could. So I spent the first
couple of hours each morning jogging to the local swimming pool to tone me
up and keep me fit and in shape.
I used to wake up every morning with a boner, a raging hard-on that yearned
for my attention. But I restrained myself because I hungered for the high that
extra surge of testosterone running through me it would give. I’d swing my
legs out of bed, go to the toilet, then brush my teeth. I wanted my breath fresh
and minty, my mouth pleasing to taste. Next I’d throw my towel n speedos into
my backpack along with roll-on and aftershave, throw on a pair of shorts and
vest, sox and running shoes then set off on my jog, whatever the weather.
I loved the jog, especially those I met on the way. I was often up and out
before dawn. In the dark the world was all mine, or at least that’s what it felt
like. Mine and those I met. Those would be the milkmen, postmen,
paperboys, dog walkers and other early risers. Not a lot but enough to know I
wasn’t the only one up. Nothing happened with them except the stirrings of
hope, expectations and fantasies they evoked in me as I made my way to the
pool. I often wondered if they ever noticed my boner. It wouldn’t have been
difficult because I was more often than not running commando, with no
underwear. I’d work up quite a sweat running, so the last thing I wanted was
friction burns for elasticated edges lol.
Once I had arrived at the pool I was straight in and running up the stairs to
the main changing rooms. The changing rooms no longer had cubicles. They
kept getting vandalized. So we changed in one huge open dormitory lined
with benches. My eyes were like organ stops at the slightest sight of
nakedness. Another part of me was likewise, only more raging, more
pulsating. If I loved seeing the nakedness of others I assumed they may
secretly think likewise towards me. I had no idea of anyone’s sexual
tendencies, only my own. But my theory has always been, even if someone is
straight, they must at least be interested in another’s nakedness, especially if
the nakedness fit and firm like an artist’s sculpture.
There was one young male there though, a couple of years or more older
than me, who I’d had my eyes on for a few weeks. He was one of my main
incentive for getting up in the early hours and keeping this fitness regime
unbroken. I found myself dreaming about him, having fantasies about him
and wanking over mental images of him. He was slim and rippled with
muscular edges and outlines. His back was V shaped with broad powerful
shoulders narrowing down to a small but firm looking bubble butt. His skin
looked velvety smooth as if made of suede. His color was even and brown
as if he were poured into a chocolate mold. His hair was fuzzy and ragged.
His eyes large and dark. But the best thing about his eyes were when they
looked at me! I yearned to known what he thought when he looked at me. Did
he feel the same towards me as I felt towards him? If he had made a move
on me I would have melted to his every whim. Did he want to or was he
hoping I’d make the first move? This was an area where I doubted gays
would be tolerated, so I was scared to make any obvious indication to my
intent and hopes. Instead I just had to settle for the innocent flaunting that I
couldn’t resist.
My speedos i’ve had since I was 13 or 14, so strictly speaking they were too
small. I liked that because they tucked my package up better, giving me that
firm rounded look, and they never quite covered the tops of my pubes or the
top of the smile my bum gave. I loved the idea that other men could look at
me even if they were the type that would never want to touch, at least I could
give them something to look at lol. If anyone didn’t like it they never let on.
Either way I just acted the innocent one just there for a swim.
At that hour of the morning it was lane swimming only and was never really
full. Maybe ten people at the most. Mostly men before their office duties
beckoned them to work and just a few women. The men ranged from late
teens to elderly. The women tended to be mainly elderly. But that didn’t bother
me. It wasn’t the women I was interested in lol.
I’d walk out to the pool holding me towel in front of me, so that if I looked
offensive to anyone’s eyes I was well protected. I was never aware of
growling eyes but I’d often notice the odd raised eye-brow accompanied by a
sly smile. It was never long though before I was in the water breast-stroking
my lengths. I’ve always been a strong swimmer but never great. One length
at a time was enough for me before I’d make my return journey to the other
end. The rest gave me time to evaluate who was around and who’s attention
I’d like to grab lol. I’d often home in on someone and do a length behind them,
watching their rear view closely. Then I’d head off before them in the hope
they’d follow with eyes fixed on my view. If I saw they had goggles I’d always
have a hard-on. Must be great to see clearly what’s going on under the waterline
lol.
So there I was pumping my all up and down the swimming pool when
suddenly I noticed my colored companion next to me. He must have got in
behind me at some point without me noticing. He wore goggles. My heart
pounded and he said hello.
He smiled at me with a sexy wink and started another length. He was a power
swimmer taking his exercise very seriously. He had a great style. If a dolphin
had arms he would have swam as that dolphin would. My cock was busting to
get out of me speedos. I tried to follow him in his wake but he was way too
fast. I was barely half way by the time he had reached the end. My only
consolation was that he would put his head under water as I tried to complete
the length. Was he looking at me, I hoped.
Eventually the pool started to empty so that it could be prepared for the
school sessions. I tried to be last but eventually gave in because of the
beginnings of cramp in my legs. So I got out with only my fantasy and other
finishing off their stints. By then my eyes were stinging too because of the
chlorine, so as usual I made straight for the showers.
I was there alone soaking myself and frothing up a good layer of shower gel
over me. Of course I kept me speedos on but I washed inside of them too as
thoroughly as if I weren’t wearing them. But my hard-on was harder than
usual and I found myself working on it too much. My washing became a wank
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and I was in a world of my own thinking what might have been. I was well
horned up. Then I was aware he was next to me again. OMG he might have
seen me wanking. I turned away embarrassed and hoping he hadn’t spotted
what I was up to. But he had.
As I let the soap rinse from me I felt his arms rubbing my shoulders. He was
soaping them again. It felt good and I relaxed and my bulge got harder still.
Then I felt his breath on the back of my neck. His lips against my skin. His
teeth against my ear-lobe. His hands working down around my stomach. His
hard-on against my butt. I groaned but all I heard from him was a gentle
shhhh. A hand slipped into my already untied speedos and wrapped around
my aching shaft. I instantly felt an escape of pre-cum. My knees wanted to
buckle. I felt myself being gently pushed up towards and against the tiles. I
was waiting to feel his cock pushing into my rear. I felt powerless but in
heaven and I wanted this moment to continue for ever. However, the other
chap, the last from the pool, suddenly appeared. He said nothing, but my
colleague just stopped and left. Shit, shit shit I thought. I hate intruders.
Couldn’t he see we were busy. But then again this wasn’t a gay world and I
was lucky he didn’t kick a stink. I finished rinsing and returned to the changing
room. By then my man had gone. I never saw him again. I guess some
dreams just aren’t meant to happen :
I continued my routine daily for a few months after that, still flirting for
attention from whoever I could and still getting the winks and smiles.
Eventually the habit broke and I stopped going too. But instead I found soho
which quickly captured my attention. At soho dreams and fantasies often
came to fruition, so although my encounter at the swimming pool was lost,
i’ve more than made up for it since.
2
In my previous story, I recalled how I used to go swimming aged 16 in a size
too small speedos I’d had since I was 14. This was to show off my body and
hopefully get me noticed. My body was never anything special. I grew up
climbing trees and ropes, so it was defined but never as buff as I would have
liked it lol. I didn’t grow up in a gay environment and I would have been
treated an outcast if I had let on I was gay. So I used to tease instead whilst
acting the innocent. I was never camp or feminine, I just hoped other males
would look at me and wish they could have me no matter how straight or bent
they were lol. If anything should happen in my favor and I scored then wow,
that was a great bonus! And in this chapter of life that follows I did score and
it was wow!
This was a neighboring swimming pool. Not as big as the one in my home
town and fairly new. So I went there to try it out for a change. It was early in
the morning about 7:30am and not too crowded. Again at that time of day it
was lane swimming for those out exercising before school or work. Having
changed into my speedos I put my stuff in a locker and made my way to the
pool. Because it was new to me I seemed to feel hornier than usual, so
showed more of a strain than usual with my bulge. The extra pull this had on
my speedo’s fabric meant they were less slack to cover my pubes as
comfortably as usual. At best the tops of my pubes are always exposed. I was
aware this time I had more bulge and bush on display than was comfortable. I
wasn’t sure if I’d even get away with it in my local pool where others might
have been getting used to me and my appearance by now lol. Even so, I
quickly made my way to the pool hanging me towel in front of me for safe
measure.
I sensed the water was going to be cold, but once the towel had been cast
aside I knew I had to get in quick to hide my growing embarrassment. Plus
one of the life-guards had noticed me approaching the pool. Eyes sharp for
anything new or different from the norm, as trained eyes are with those
watching out for others’ safety. So I had to get in quick before he decided to
deny me entry. Holding my breath and thinking of England I dived in with a
splash. The water was very fresh and invigorating. So much so it snatched
my breath away. I almost panicked, but hide my difficulties as I thought I had,
I must have looked in trouble. As my head broke the surface and I opened my
eyes again, I noticed the life-guard watching me with eyes that showed
concern. I tried to ignore this discomfort as if everything was as it should be
and got myself into a steady rhythm of breath-stroking.
Once I reached the end I stopped to get my breath back and scanned my
eyes around to weigh up any potential teasing targets lol. The average age
range seemed obviously younger than in my local pool and the bodies
certainly fitter looking. I was enjoying this pool already. The life-guard too
caused my eyes to lock. I looked at him mainly to see if I had escaped his
decision and whistle to exclude me from the pool. Fortunately he showed no
sign of concern. Instead though I noticed a little smile aimed at me. I
assumed this was because he saw through what was supposed to be my cool
calm macho’d entry into the water throw any street cred I may have thought I
had out the window. Recognizing this I hoped he hadn’t noticed how red
faced I became at my self conscience. I quickly launched myself from the
edge to swim another length to hide my glow.
I love swimming and grew up with it, but i’m no dolphin in the water and
neither am I a struggling worm trying to at least reach the doggy-paddle
stage. If anything I try and swim as hard and as fast and as swiftly as I can in
order to feel the effects on my chest and arm muscles. My comfortable style
is breath-stroke, but I have to put power behind it to make progress, because
i’m too lazy to dither in the water, if that makes sense lol. But one length at a
time is about enough for me before i’m panting for air. After all these years
i’ve still not got the breathing rhythm right. I tend to hold my breath and go for
it. If i’m aware others are watching and thinking how silly I look, I tend to try
my lengths under water. I’m quite good at holding my breath and am probably
as quick under water as on the surface. I noticed the life-guard was still
looking at me and still had the shadow of his previous smile on his face.
I was 16, I guessed him to be in his late teens early 20s. He sat in his lifeguard’s
chair over-looking the swimmers below him. He looked slim, well
built, around 5’ 9 or 10”, probably heavier than me too, around 11 to 11 1/2
stone, short fine brown hair and shiny glassy looking eyes. He wore a red
uniformed t-shirt and baggy blue shorts and flip-flops. The whistle hanging
round his neck seemed to always be in his hand ready to put to his mouth as
and when. In short he was fit and my groin strained me speedos all the more.
And his eyes, those dark glassy eyes, kept looking at me. It was time to show
off.
As I stood on the ledge at the end of the pool, preparing to push myself out
for another length, I noticed his eyes were watching me again. So instead of
pushing myself out I just went under and sank. I let myself reach the bottom
then push myself away from the edge from there. I let my stomach caress the
floor of the pool the whole length to ensure I was below the surface and deep
all the way. When I reached the end I allowed myself to skim up the tiles to
the surface. When my head broke clear and eyes had focused I noticed the
life-guard staring obviously towards me. He had a big grin across his face as
he readjusted his position in his high-rise chair. I returned the smile and he
winked.
My cock was now rock hard. I had to try and adjust it in my speedos to make
sure it hadn’t and wouldn’t pop out. I had to position it sideways, but the
sideband on speedos aren’t very wide or tight. As I tried to reposition it I was
also aware of precum. This was great as far as I was concerned. And if
anyone noticed then cool, especially if they were male. Even more so if it was
the life-guard. I wanted to make sure he knew about it, but not that I was
obviously flirting at him. But I was, so it became harder to try and act all
innocent lol. Oh fuck it, I thought, what’s the point?
I started my next length, this time slow calm and relaxed. As I got level with
the life-guard I turned away from him towards the side of the pool opposite
him. An image I love is the physique of the male form lifting himself out of the
water. His skin soaked and lifting the water with it. The water glistening
against his skin as if oiled all over. Then running back down his body pouring
from any protrusions of muscular definition. And finally the little beads of wet
clinging to the skin surface like condensation round a cool refreshing beer. I
raised my hands to the pool’s edge and lifted myself up and out in one
smooth action. Perfect, but more so for one unexpected mishap. As I pulled
myself up and out the weight of the water pulled on my speedos who’s cord
had loosened in my fiddling with my cock. So as I prized myself out, bending
my knees to place my feet on the edge below me, my bum slipped out me
speedos and was exposed to all who by chance may have witnessed my
watery exit. The one who certainly witnessed the event was the life-guard.
I kept calm and casually pulled them back up as if no great deal and turned
round. The life-guard was staring hard and had to me what seemed like glee
in his eyes and still that smile. I smiled back which broke into a laugh. It could
have happened to anyone and in such occasions it’s ok to be embarrassed. I
automatically reached round to adjust my front as well. My boner was
obviously as hard as it was ever likely to get and as hidden under the fabric of
my speedos as efficiently as a cock in a condom. I looked down, looked up
into the laughing eyes of the life-guard, and looked down again, pubes on full
show. I jumped into the water again. I held onto the side and quickly looked
around. Had I made a spectacle of myself. Fortunately not. Not that anyone
was willingly letting on anyway lol. Then I looked at the life-guard again. Was
he about to blow his whistle this time?
His look was focused and direct. He twiddled his whistle in his hand smiling
that cheeky smile I was beginning to melt to. Then his other hand reached to
his cock, probably subconsciously, and made an adjustment. Straight or not,
in my mind he was aroused lol. I winked at him then submerged, breathing
out every last bit of air to allow myself to gently sink to the bottom where I just
sat legs crossed and waited how long I could stay under. I had no goggles so
any images were blurred. I had noticed that there were far fewer people in the
water now. I gathered time must be nearing the end of lane swimming and
supposed the pool would be clearing up to prepare for school classes as with
my local pool. Still, I was in no hurry. Under the water I was away from
everything and relaxed. I tried to straighten my cock out with the intention that
if the pool was emptying, I’d try swimming back-stroke with my bulge as
raised as a periscope for the final ultimate tease lol. But my plan was dashed
by a massive splash in front of me. I looked ahead and saw amongst the swirl
of air bubbles a mass of red. From the blur I recognized the shape of the lifeguard
swimming towards me.
Fuck! Had he thought I was drowning? As he approached I smiled and held
up my thumbs to indicate i’m all right. He looked like a male mermaid in front
of me. It’s an image i’ll never forget. He held two thumbs up in reply to mine
and smiled. But with that he didn’t surface. Instead he reached down and
grabbed my bulge and leaned in to plant a kiss on my lips. My heart raced
and suddenly I needed to surface. I felt his hands under my pits helping me
up. I feared responding all gobbledygook so as we surfaced I just said:
”Saved!”
He replied: ”Anytime, but it’s time to clear the pool now”.
I told him: ”I nearly drowned, you’ll have to assist me back to the showers”.
”Yeah right,” he said, then squelched his way flip-flopping in the direction of
what I assumed was the staff quarters.
Disappointed, I grabbed my towel and headed for the showers alone. I was
alone in there so lathered myself up pretty well, especially inside my speedos.
My cock was raging and still oozing precum by the gallon it seemed.
”I’ve come to assist you,” I heard the life-guard’s voice say.
”Cool, just in time,” I replied, ”i was close to having a wank!”
”I can’t allow that,” he said, and began to remove his saturated clothing.
I was surprised when he removed his shorts he had nothing beneath. But
then again I gather they must have been swimming shorts. My eyes bulged
like organ stops. I must have stared too long.
”What’s up? Don’t tell me you ain’t seen cock before?”
Course I had, but he was stunning. And like me his cock was cut. He reached
over and began to lather up my shoulders again. I turned round to face his
and got to my knees. His cock was awesome and throbbing on me face. I
took it in, gliding his nob along my tongue. I then closed my lips around it and
sucked deep, moving my head up and down his length. I had no idea what
time we had, so I worked at it fast, exploring every millimeter of it with my
tongue. As I sucked I let my fingers reach round and probe his butt-hole. It
was very tight. He groaned and pulled me up again and we snogged. His
mouth tasted great. I love kissing and playing with tongues. He then pulled
away and turned round, pushing his bum into my groin.
My cock was aching for action and here it was offered before me. I quickly
stepped out of my speedos. He bent over pushing his face up against the
tiles. I leaned in on top of him biting gently on the back of his neck. I rubbed
my nob head against his hole, lubing it up with precum. I thought I would
explode before I got round to entering, he was soooo fit and hot. Eventually I
pushed against his entrance. A short sharp groan escaped his lips and I was
in.
His arse felt like a red hot fist had clasped my dick. I felt spasms running up
and down my shaft. I started pumping away between his vice-like cheeks in
long slow motions, savoring every moment. If I went too fast it would be over
in seconds. I had no idea of the likelihood of being caught, I just took his
relaxed attitude as an indication time was on our side. So slowly and
meaningful it was. I pushed him hard up against the shower tiles so he was
straightened and plastered between me and the walls. His head was turned
so our mouths could connect and our tongues intertwine like mating snails
(only faster lol). Eventually I had to shoot. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I
told him i’m going to cum, but he gave no indication for me to withdraw so I just
filled him and was more than ready too. I kept pumping till I felt every drop
that could be expelled had been and pulled out exhausted.
”That was awesome!” he exclaimed with that broad dimpled smile he had.
”Now my turn.”
I turned round and found myself almost slammed into the wall. Before I had a
chance to prepare myself he was thrusting himself into me. I screamed but he
was hard in before I knew it. Fuck did it hurt! But because of my scream he
quickly clamped a hand over my mouth and thrust harder and faster. I wanted
him to stop yet at the same time to continue. It hurt like hell yet at the same
time was shoving me into ecstasy. I thought I was going to die, yet I was
already in heaven. After a fantastically scary ride through what risked being
an eternity he shot his load. I felt the heat and smoothness of his cream
inside me. The friction died down and the pleasantries increased. He
withdrew and turned me round. His tongue rammed back down my throat.
Eventually he stopped to give me air. ”Are you all right?” he asked. I was
exhausted but loved every bit of it. I just grinned back.
”Yeah! ”
”We’ve got to go,” he said, ”the next shift will be here soon”.
We dried each other off and he wrapped his towel round him and
disappeared. I got myself dressed going through in my mind all that had
happened. Today was a winner. Why couldn’t every morning be as good? lol
As I entered the refreshment section for a coffee before my cycle home, then
to work, I saw him waiting in the hope he’d catch me. He grinned and paid for
my coffee for me. As we drank we shared the morning again and he too
wanted another go at this. He invited me back to his place after work. I told
him I didn’t even know his name, so he introduced himself. I can’t remember
his name but it might have been Alan – it rings a bell after a cool dude of the
same name added me to his msn yesterday.
