Date: Sun, 07 Oct 2018 14:42:45 +0000
From: Leo Rysing <leorysing@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Boy, The Pool and the Older Men-Part 1

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"The Boy, the Pool, and Older Men" (part 1)
Written by Willi William
Edited by Leo Rysing with help by Gary S.
Comments to: LeoRysing -at- protonmail -dot- com

Introduction:

The following story was submitted to me by a German
reader who asked for my help in re-writing it so it would
read better in English, something I was only too happy to
do.

According to the author, who is the boy at the center of the
story, all these things actually happened, and they took
place in a middle-sized town in Germany during the 1960s.

Part 1 - My Boyhood Sexual Adventures Begin

My name is Stefan and my sexual adventures began when I
was about nine-years-old.  That's when an old neighbor of
ours, a man who was a little like a grandpa to me, happened
to come into the cellar of our old apartment complex at just
the wrong moment.

A few months earlier, my best friend Walter, a boy about
two years older than me, had shown me how to wank.  I'd
gotten my first dry orgasm thanks to him.  It was such a
fantastic feeling, I will never forget it.

After that I loved to wank all the time and even though I
couldn't make cum yet, I found myself doing it whenever I
could, often one to five times a day.  My friend and I were
horny all the time and pretty soon we progressed from not
just wanking with each other but actually sucking one
another's dicks.  Once we discovered that, it became
something we did a lot.

Sometimes Walter would have me suck his dick and
sometimes Walter would suck mine.  That's what we were
doing when this old neighbor friend of mine walked in on
us.

His name was Emil and he was about 75-years-old.  A
friend to me and my family, he just happened to come
walking into the bicycle cellar of our apartment building at
exactly the moment I was sucking my buddy.   Not only
was I sucking off my friend, but I had pulled my own pants
down and was jerking myself off at the same time.  I was so
busy I didn't even notice that my old neighbor had walked
in on us.

I don't know how long Emil stood there watching us, but he
had a full view of exactly what we were doing.  He could
clearly see I had my friend's little cock in my mouth, that I
was happily sucking on it, and that I was playing with my
own stiff little boy dick at the same time.

When we suddenly realized he was there, and what he saw
us doing, we freaked out.  What we had been doing was so
embarrassing we knew we would be in serious trouble, so
my friend and I panicked, pulled up our pants and ran
away.  I was terrified the old man was going to say
something.

Walter and I hid for hours.  I was so afraid Emil would tell
my mother and grandmother what he had caught us doing,
about how he'd seen us doing boy sex stuff together, but as
it turned out, he never said anything to them.

For days after that I avoided him, and his wife, even though
I was usually with them every day after school because I so
loved her cooking and the way they were both so kind and
friendly to me.

One day he saw me and told me to come and visit them
again.  Privately, he said to me that what he saw would
remain our secret, but we should be careful not to let other
people catch us doing that or there could be problems.

"Not all people are accepting of guys who do stuff like that
with other guys," he said.

I have to say, I loved this old couple very much.  They
were like good grandparents to me and because I did not
have a father, Emil was in some ways like a dad to me.

After my first visit back, I was really happy I could visit
them both again, and I was so grateful Emil was not going
to get me in trouble.

In the 1960s when this took place the old apartment
complex we lived in didn't yet have showers, only bathtubs,
and if you wanted hot water you had to make a fire first.
Not surprisingly, a lot of men went to the public pool, what
nowadays you might call a public bath or a spa, so that they
could shower.  That's what my old neighbor used to do.

Emil used to go to the pool twice a week, Tuesdays and
Fridays, but mostly Fridays.

One day his wife had the idea that he should take me with
him.  I immediately loved this idea from her!  I had loved
swimming from a very early age, having learned to do it in
the river when I was about four or five-years-old, and the
idea of going to the public pool with Emil excited me very
much.

Emil, on the other hand, was not thrilled with the idea at
first.  I begged him to take me, telling him how much I
would love to go swimming with him until, finally, he
agreed.

This would turn out to be the beginning for me; the
beginning of getting to watch older men in the nude and for
the start of my many sexual adventures with older men.

---

The next Thursday my old neighbor Emil took me with him
to the pool for the first time.  Even though Emil usually
went to the pool on Tuesday and Friday for some reason he
decided to take me on a Thursday.

Before we went, he spoke with my mother to make sure it
would be okay with her for him to take me to one of these
old-fashioned public baths.

My mother and grandmother were both very grateful that
he was willing to do it.  Because I didn't have a father, she
thought my spending time with an older man would be a
very good thing, and she thanked him for doing it.

Emil had no car, so we went by tram, which was very
exciting for me.  I was only nine-years-old and in my
young life I had not been to a pool very often.

The pool was inside a large, ornate building and surrounded
on two levels by private changing rooms.  When you
arrived, the bath master would assign you a room, then let
you in to change and leave your things.  Thinking back on
this Art Nouveau bathhouse, it was a wonderful place,
beautiful and grand, not like the small public pools of
today.

There was a disc behind the door of each room with a
choice of ten common men's names on it, such as Paul,
Hans, Fritz, etc.  Once you were in the room you set it to
display one of the ten names.  When you came back, the
bath master would ask for the name you had chosen, then
he would unlock the door and look inside to check the
name you said matched the name you had set on the disc
inside the room.  Only then, when the names matched,
would he let you go inside.

The bath master showed us to our room and suddenly there
I was, alone with Emil, this older man, in one of the
changing cabins.  Being a little bit shy, I changed into my
Speedo very quickly, then turned to watch as Emil
undressed.

For the first time I was able to see an adult man's naked
cock, and it was amazing.

Emil had a really big dick -- at least it looked big to me!
There were some gray hairs around his cock and balls and
many gray hairs on his chest.  Standing so close to this
naked man, I found myself getting very excited, especially
with him being a naked older grandpa type man and me just
a small boy.   To me he had always been this very
respectable older man, someone I had only ever seen fully
dressed.  Now here he was, naked, right in front of me in
this very small room.

I had a lot of time to watch because, compared to me, Emil
stripped naked very slowly.  I found his big, adult cock a
lot hotter than my friend's little boy dick.  As I stood there I
thought about what it would be like to touch it, but of
course I didn't, I just watched.

Once he had his bathing suit on he took my hand and led
me out of the changing cabin and down to the shower
room.  I had my towel around my shoulders and I was
quieter than usual because I was feeling so very excited.

When we walked into the open men's showers the first
thing I saw were naked, adult men!

The shower was full of older men, maybe five or six of
them.  As we came into the room I saw two men standing
together under a single shower head.   It looked to me like
these men were stroking their cocks!  I couldn't be sure
because they separated fast when they saw me entering the
room.   I did notice that both of the men had half-hard
dicks.

Emil said hello to everyone and everyone greeted him back.
Then he and I got under two free shower heads that were
side by side.  Emil immediately stripped himself and I once
again got to see him naked.

I kept my Speedo on because at the time I was too shy to
get naked in a room full of grown men.

I loved showering there, not just because of all the hot
water, which was something I didn't get very often, but also
because I loved that everywhere I looked around me all I
saw were naked old men; old men in an old-style bath
house.

I felt so horny and nervous standing there; it was an
unbelievable event.  Looking at all these naked men I soon
began to get the feeling that, just as I was watching them,
all these naked men were watching me.   I kept trying to
unobtrusively check out their cocks, hoping they wouldn't
notice, but each time I looked up at their faces, I found
most of the men smiling down at me with a knowing grin.
I also noticed that most of them, as they smiled at me, were
washing their soapy dicks in a way that was, to my mind, a
lot more like they were playing with them than washing
them.

Emil washed his body and his cock with a lot of soap and,
after all the washing, I could see his cock was much bigger
than before.  He told me I would have to wash myself
thoroughly as well, before I could go swimming, and I
would have to do it nude, just like all the men here.

It was terrible.  I was so shy and so nervous, but I was also
terribly excited!  What was really bad now was that I had a
hard dick from staring at all these naked men!  Being a
little boy, my dick was still very small, only about 8-9
centimeters long (less than 3-1/2 inches), but right then it
was stone hard!  At that age I had not one hair on my body.
I looked nothing like these wonderful, mature, older men
who had so much hair around their cocks and on their
bodies.  I felt my body looked very immature and childish
compared to them.

Nervously I turned toward the tiles and pushed my Speedo
down.  Facing the wall, I tried to hide my stiff dick.  I was
only nine-years-old and very, very shy, but I was so horny,
my hands were shaking, my legs were shaking, just from
the sheer intensity of my lustfulness.

Emil took the soap and looked down at me.  He smiled
when he saw my hard little-boy dick pop out, then he
started to wash my hair.

I couldn't open my eyes with all the soap on my head and
while I had my eyes closed he turned me around.

Even with my eyes closed I knew he had turned me so I
was now facing all the men in the shower, putting my stiff
little dick fully on display for all to see.  I tried to cover
myself with my hands, but Emil told me to raise my arms
up over my head so he could wash me better.

I did as I was told and raised my hands up over my head, as
he asked me to do, and once again my hard stiffie was on
display for all these old men to see.

Emil continued washing me thoroughly all over:  chest,
back, butt, legs...   But it was when he got to my groin area
and began to pay special attention to washing my hard,
little boy dick that I started to feel something happening
inside me.

Like most males in Europe I was uncircumcised and as
Emil handled my dick, washing me carefully, he was so
thorough, he even pulled back and washed under my
foreskin.  All the while he was doing this I stood there
under the water, fully naked, with my eyes closed, facing a
room full of naked old men.

Perhaps because I was already so aroused by the situation,
Emil's fondling and rubbing of my stiffie, his cleaning it so
carefully with the soap, quickly began to cause me to get a
strong, tingling feeling.  Everything was already so
arousing, my horny feelings so intense, that the sensation
came on quickly and before I could do anything to stop
him, I reached the point where I couldn't hold back any
longer.

Within seconds I felt myself starting to shake.  I couldn't
stop it.  It was too powerful.  I began to whimper and
quiver as I stood there.  Suddenly the most intense dry
orgasm of my young life began to tear through me, right
there in the shower with my hairless young boy dick in
Emil's gentle, soapy hand while all these naked old men
were watching me!

Even though it was a dry orgasm (since I was still too
young to make sperm yet) it was so incredibly intense that
I'm sure Emil, and all the experienced men in the shower,
knew exactly what was happening to me.  There was no
hiding it.

They saw my legs trembling.  They saw my mouth hanging
open, they could hear my childish little whimpers as I
mewed in an unhidden moment of sexual intensity I
couldn't contain as this wonderful old neighbor man's soft
hand stroked my soapy boy dick in front of them all.  For
ten-seconds or more, as I flew to the sky in ecstasy, they
watched as the naked little boy in the shower with them had
a clearly visible orgasm.

When it was finally over, the feeling subsided, the shaking
stopped, my dick stopped pulsing in his hand, and Emil
stopped rubbing and washing of my dick.

I opened my eyes and looked around as if waking from a
dream.  All the men were smiling and staring at me with
these knowing grins.  A few even chuckled as they looked
at me.

I felt so embarrassed, standing like that, nakedly exhibited
in front of all these adult men, and yet, I had also never felt
so wonderful!  I had never cum so hard before and it had
been such an amazing feeling, to have an orgasm like that
while being put on public display.  It had felt so wonderful
to have Emil's hands rubbing all over me as he washed
every part of my body while all the men were watching me.
There was something scary but exciting about being naked
and put on exhibit like this.  Even though it made me
nervous, and embarrassed, I liked it!  I liked the way it felt.

Finally, Emil gently pushed me back under the water to
rinse off all the soap.

When I opened my eyes again there was one naked old man
standing just a few feet in front of me openly playing with
his hard dick.  When I looked up at him, he just smiled and
looked up and down my whole body, eyeing every part of
me without restraint as he played with himself.  It didn't
seem to bother him that all the other men, including Emil,
could see what he was doing, not just the way he was
playing with himself but the way he was looking at me as
he did it.  Instead of stopping, he just kept rubbing his cock
and making sure to show off his extra big dick to me and
seeing him do it made me even more aroused!

I was now very clean, but even though I had cum once, I
was still very horny!  My steel dick wouldn't go down and
stayed standing up hard and proud.  I smiled sheepishly to
all the grandpas and to Emil too, knowing they could all see
my stiffie and that they had all just seen me have an orgasm
too.

"Pull your shorts on and we can go into the swim hall,"
Emil said in a very fatherly way.

It was as if nothing had happened.  He smiled to all men
patronizingly and then, once I had pulled on my bathing
suit, we headed out to the pool.

The water in the pool wasn't very warm, but I had fun
swimming around.   I liked to swim under the water a lot.
There were not many people there that day, just older men
and a few older women.

I teased Emil a little, trying to get him to play with me
more, but he was too old to fool around with a kid for too
long, so instead he started talking to one of the other old
men.

I could tell from the way Emil and the other man were
talking that they knew one another very well.  They were
on a first name basis and Emil must have known this other
man for some time.

I would learn later that the other man's name was Karl.

Karl turned to me and started talking.

"What is your name?" Karl asked me.

"Stefan," I told him.

"And where do you go to school, Stefan?" he asked.

I knew Karl was being nice to me by making small talk and
I liked him for that.  I answered his questions and told him
all about me, where I went to school, how I knew Emil and
all those things he asked.

After a bit Karl turned back to Emil and asked him, "Why
didn't you bring him here on a Friday, like usual?  It would
be fun to have a boy here and not just old men.  Besides,
the water is much warmer on Friday."

"Maybe another time," was Emil's only comment, and he
smiled.

After about 30-minutes of swimming in the cool water I
was nearly frozen and Emil made the suggestion that we
should have a hot shower.

"How about instead we all three go in the steam room,"
Karl suggested.

"Eh, maybe another time," Emil replied, making clear that
it wasn't something he wanted to do with me right now.
Instead, we got out of the water and went back the shower
room.

As we walked into the showers I got to see what I'd seen
before:   two or three mature men, naked, just like when
we'd been in there a half hour earlier.  Once more I loved
what I was getting to see.

Karl came in with us and took a shower on Emil's side.
Both men quickly stripped down and made themselves
nude.  I leaned to look past Emil and get a look at Karl's
cock.  His dick was about the same size as Emil's, which to
me was very big.

Emil had stripped too and began washing the chlorine out
of his Speedo.  As he did, he talked with his friend while I
got the fun of seeing all these naked men.  Once more I got
hard and felt so very horny again.  At one point I glanced
back over at Emil and Karl and thought I saw Karl reaching
over with his hand and touching Emil's dick!  I couldn't be
sure because as soon as it happened Emil turned away.

A moment later Emil was suddenly asking me if I was
ready to go home and suggesting that "Maybe we can come
back here another time."

He said we would need to shower a little more because we
needed to get all the chlorine off our bodies, then we should
go.

I told him I didn't want to leave yet and asked if I could
swim for another ten minutes in the pool.  He agreed, but
since he wanted to stay under the shower he said I could go
swim by myself for a bit, but only for ten minutes.

I went back to the pool, leaving the men in the shower.
After only about five minutes I was frozen again, and being
alone now it was just too boring for me, so I headed back to
the showers.

When I got there I saw neither Emil nor Karl.

I got under the hot shower to warm up and took my shorts
off to wash them like an adult.  I looked around trying to
find Emil and that's when I noticed one of the other men in
the shower with me.  It was the man who had openly
showed me his hard-on before my first swim.  Now, he was
hard again and this time he was vigorously playing with it,
only he did so using soap in a way to make it look as if he
was just washing his dick.  Naturally, I couldn't look away
from the sight of this man showing off his cock to me so
proudly, and within seconds I had a stiff dick too.  I looked
around at all the naked men, checking them out, especially
this old guy wanking.  He was standing only a few feet
across from me.

Looking at him playing with his soapy cock I began to
imagine what it would be like to touch it, or maybe even to
suck on it.  I began to imagine sucking on his big dick like I
had done so many times with my friend Walter's young boy
dick.  There I was, all alone at this moment with these
naked older men, and I was so turned on--there was so
much sex in the room and I was so horny for dicks.  It
seemed all the men were having fun wanking off in front of
me, knowing I was enjoying their show.  I got the
impression that they really were getting turn on just by
showing me their dicks, knowing I couldn't stop watching
them as my own little pecker stood out hard while they
played with themselves for my amusement.

They were right.  I was loving it and I couldn't look away.
I was so turned on watching all these men openly playing
with their cocks!  I knew they were showing them off for
me to look at, and I couldn't stop staring.  It was everything
I wanted.

The old wanking man comes closer and closer to me until
his beautiful, fat cock was now only inches away.  My face
was the same height as his belly, and as I starred at his
snake and his big soapy balls, I noticed I licked my lips and
my mouth became completely dry.  I wanted it so badly,
and I know he could tell, but all I could do was stand there
motionless, looking at it.

I'd like to know today what would have happened next, but
suddenly the door to the adjacent bathroom area opened
and Emil, along with his friend Karl, came out naked.  I
could immediately see that both men had thick, swollen
cocks.  I wondered what they had been doing in there, but
even as I did so I shyly tried to turn and hide my own little
prick with my hands so Emil wouldn't notice I was hard
again.

Emil came over and surprised me by getting under the same
shower as me.  I realized he had to, Karl had taken the one
on my left side and the one on my right side was already in
use.

Both men began washing again and I had both their cocks
right in front of my face: one on my left, one on my right
and the other old man, with his fat cock, directly opposite
me.  It was all so very exciting to me!

It was at this point that Emil's friend Karl finally introduced
himself to me and I learned his name.  He shook my hand,
then he began to rub his hand on my back.

"I hope I will get to see a lot more of you," he said.

Since we were both naked in the shower I thought that was
a funny thing to say.  After all, he could already see ALL of
me, so I told him I didn't think there was any more of me
for him to see.

Karl laughed and said, "What I mean, Stefan, is that I
would love to see you here again."

All the time he was talking to me I couldn't take my eyes
off his half-hard, swollen manhood, which was practically
right in my face it was so close, right in front of me.  As we
spoke he would tense his dick muscles again and again,
making his half stiff cock jump in front of my eyes.  I
couldn't help myself, I couldn't look away and I just stared
at it.  It was like I was hypnotized, I was so fascinated,
staring at his big, manly tool.

When I finally did look up at him I saw him smiling down
at me because he had noticed how interested I seemed to be
in his big man-cock.

Emil also noticed my interest and just grinned.

Karl continued, "Maybe next time, Stefan, you could come
here with Emil on Friday.  The water is much warmer then
and I think you would have much more fun here on a
Friday."

"We have to go now," Emil said suddenly.  He quickly
finished washing us both and then we
took our towels and began to leave.

I said good-bye to Karl and as I was walking out I also
nodded and smiled to the man with the big hard-on who
had been showing off to me before Emil had come back in.
To my surprise Emil said good-bye to this guy too and the
man smiled as he watched Emil and me head to the locker
room.

"Do you know him?" I asked Emil about the man who had
been wanking in front of me.

"I just see him here from time to time," Emil said, and left
it at that.

After we got dressed and were headed home, Emil said he
had to talk with me about something very important.

"Stefan, I know that you like stiff penises," he said quietly
so we wouldn't be overheard, "but it is very important that
you not speak about this with anyone.  You cannot tell my
wife or your mother or any other people about what you
saw at the bath house.  Otherwise you can't go with me
again.  Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said and promised I would never speak about it to
anyone.  I also gave him a big hug and told him I loved him
and thanked him for taking me with him.

When we got home he brought me to my grandma and told
her that everything had gone very well.

"Stefan is a good boy and will be a very good swimmer,"
he told her, which made my grandma very proud. "I would
be happy to take him again sometime," he finished.

My grandmother thanked him again and everyone said their
good-byes.

The next day I was so excited I went to see Emil right after
school.  His wife was there and asked me right away how
things had gone at the pool.  I told her about diving under
the water and swimming and that it was all great; about
how I had splashed her husband and he had splashed me in
the water and what a great time we both had. She liked
everything I told her because, of course, it had been her
idea for Emil to take me in the first place, so she was very
pleased it had worked out so well.

She said that normally Emil would be swimming today,
because it was Friday, but since he had gone yesterday he
was home now and I could see him.

When I saw Emil I asked him right away when we could go
swimming again at the pool and that I would really like to
go with him again after school next Friday.  For some
reason I didn't understand, he seemed a bit reluctant but
ended the conversation by saying we would talk about it.

- - -

Next: Part 2 - What Happens on Friday

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