Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2000 19:35:35 EDT
From: CoachDad4yngr@aol.com
Subject: Memories of Years Past - Old School Part 1

If you are under the age of 18 you should not be looking at these stories.
If you do happen to proceed down the page by accident I can't do a thing
about it.  Consider yourself forewarned.  So there.

This is the usual disclaimer that if you're going to get all bent out of
shape reading about an adult male and teen male together, then don't bother
reading any further.  Move on with your life and allow me to move on with
mine.  Thanks for your expected cooperation.

NOTE: All these tales I tell are true.  They've brought many great memories
recalling them and I hope they bring as much pleasure to you.  You can
check out other memories of mine under "A Rich Tale".

Memories of Years Past - Old School Part 1

     Where do I even begin?  Let's see now, there's Kenny...and Rob
C....and Roger...and Matt...and Eddie...and Rob F...and Tom...and Bob...and
who knows how many other fantasies about guys I knew.
     The boys I mentioned above were all guys I had seen nude and some I
even had somewhat intimate contact with.  Although due to my inexperience I
never had full sex with any of them.  Some were close to my age as I was
growing up while others were teens during my twenties.  I didn't have my
first full gay experience until my early 20's, but it sure would have been
a lot sooner had I not been so naive as a teen.  I know, that sort of
crushes your hopes right off the bat doesn't it?  But, I'm sure some of you
will enjoy some tantalizing memories I have from those days of virginality.
     The teen years were filled with angst, confusion and terror.  I knew I
was different and was sure I was the only gay guy in school.  Not really,
but it sure felt that way when you don't have anyone to talk to about it.
In fact, it was years before I could actually openly say to myself, "Hey,
I'm gay" and feel comfortable about it.
     Although not a great athlete, my interest in sports allowed me access
to lockerrooms and showers more frequently than the normal student.  As
many of you know, that's a very convenient place to sneak free peeks at
studs and otherwise cute guys.  Having coached and worked for a town's
recreation department can lead to some fascinating views and jo fantasies.
As some of you can imagine, I was tempted over and over to do something.
But, either I was too scared and/or concerned with my role in the
community.
     Being fairly close in age to most of the teenagers and into sports as
I am, the kids tended to congregate to me when I worked for the recreation
department in my town.  During the winters we had three locations open
around town for activities six days a week.  I happened to be in charge of
the gym and enjoyed watching all the young guys running around in shorts
and t-shirts during the dead of winter.
     The facility I worked in was built back around the turn of the century
(that's 1900, not 2000<grin>) and had been part of the original high school
in town.  It's now the middle school although when I attended school there
it was junior high school.  Most people would look at the four remaining
buildings and think to themselves that it's just an old dump of a school
and recreation facility.  But, to us, it has character.  There are so many
unique qualities to it such as the underground tunnels and the enormous
windows in each classroom.  All the floors were original all wood, warped
and and often split from years of wear, tear and repair.
          Often, at the end of the evening, I would take a shower down in
the basement where the lockerrooms were located.  The pool was also down
there with a door leading into it.  In order to get to the showers you must
walk thru this drying area and the door is at the end of it.  The showers
are on the right just before you reach the door.  The girls have the same
layout on the opposite side of the pool.  If you were to leave the pool
doors open you'd be able to see from one lockerroom into the other across
the small pool.  Although it was small length and width wise the pool was
still nine feet in the deep end.
     We had some classrooms and our office located on the second floor
along with two entrances on either side of the building coming into a main
hallway.  Our offices consisted of some very ratty Salvation Army reject
type furniture.  For us, we called it home.  A large stairwell ran up to
the 2nd floor where the game room and gym are located.  The gym is quite
unique in itself.  There is a running track suspended about halfway up the
gym walls.  In order to get to the track you had to exit one of the sets of
double-doors at either end of the gym.  There are sets of stairs at both
ends and you enter the track through another set of doors at the top
landing.
     Now you're probably wondering why I'd bother to go into such great
detail about this particular place.  Well, you see, this is where many of
my early fantasies developed and also some of the incidents which nearly
led to me being led down the path of no return so to speak.  As I mentioned
before I would frequent the lockerroom to shower at the end of the work
day.  Many times there kids and teens there also.
     One evening we had some of the locals playing a pickup game of
basketball with the adults because we were short of players.  One of them
was an 8th grader on the baseball team I coached at the time.  His name is
Tim and he was starting to grow rapidly and had reached a height of about
5'8" at that point.  He had a very slender build and nice kid with an ever
present smile.
     The year before he'd been on my team as well and he'd seen me shower
before after work and one day after gym class when he was still in 7th
grade he was showering when I walked into the lockerroom near the end of
school.  He'd just exited the shower area and gone to his locker and
apparently noticed me standing there.  Now, Tim had seen how hairy I am and
fairly muscular with a very thick build and I think he wanted to showoff a
little for me for some reason.  He called out to me and I turned to look at
him.  He had tossed his damp towel down on the bench and he was standing
there buck naked and nary a hair on his cute, slender body.  He gave me a
big smile as he stood there facing straight at me with his legs slightly
spread apart and then waved at me, as if to be sure that I fully noticed
him.  Believe me, I sure did.
     The evening at the rec center when he played as an 8th grader, Tim
apparently had come down to the lockerroom to change shortly after I had.
I had no idea he was there and I was in showering away when suddenly I
heard a familiar voice call out my name.  I turned my head to the right to
see who it was and Tim was standing there, in just his gym shorts, at the
opening of the shower area about eight feet from that doorway to the pool.
     I said hi to him and was totally amazed when he flashed that beautiful
smile at me again and proceeded to flash me.  Yes, I said flash me!  His
hand slid to the front of the elastic band waist of his shorts and he
tugged down the front exposing his gentile glands to me.  There was a
significant difference between then and the last time I'd seen him like
that.  He'd started puberty and was now donning a very modest amount of
pubic hair.  His limp organ lay softly downward about 3" in length.  I
looked down as I couldn't help myself and then made eye contact with him.
He was still smiling.  I was so stunned I didn't know what to do.  It was
as if he were telling me, "See coach, I'm starting to be like you."  Oh,
the thoughts that ran through my mind later on of what might have happened
that evening.  Maybe he was saying he'd show me his if I'd show him mine.
Hmmmm, maybe I should have taken him up on it and given him a closer look
at mine.....hahaha.

     This is just one of what I hope are interesting stories from my past
for you.  I will continue the tales of my memories in this section, adding
to them periodically.