Date: Sun, 14 Oct 2018 00:15:17 +0000
From: Leo Rysing <leorysing@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Boy, the Pool and the Older Men-Part 2

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"The Boy, the Pool, and the Older Men" (part 2)
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 rewriting 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 2 - "Friday Swim"

I had a really good week, studied hard in school and played a lot of soccer
in the afternoon but mostly I thought about swimming, and jerked off a lot
when I did.

On Wednesday I asked Emil if he'd be willing to take me swimming with him
on Friday, the day after tomorrow.  He said he didn't want to talk about
it.  I didn't know what I was doing wrong, because, as promised, I hadn't
said anything to anyone about what I'd seen there.  I got very upset and
was afraid Emil felt he couldn't trust me.  Finally, after seeing the tears
in my eyes, he reluctantly agreed.

"Okay, Stefan, I will take you," he finally said to me, "but it is very
important that you do not talk to anyone about what you might see there.
Do you understand?"

Although I had no idea what I might see, I swore it would be a secret and I
would never say anything about it.

Friday, right after school and lunch, I went to him with my swim bag.  He
laughed because I was so excited.  We rode the tram again and were at the
indoor swimming pool by the early afternoon.

Standing in the entrance hall I already had a stiff one in my shorts, just
from thinking about what I had seen there the week before.

By the time we got to our assigned changing room my hardness had gone down
enough that I quickly got into my bathing suit.  I was so excited that I
would have preferred to go on ahead, but of course I waited for Emil.

When Emil got undressed I saw his cock, and of course I got horny and boned
up all over again.

Once he was naked, Emil turned and looked at me.  When he saw me standing
there in my swim trunks he just smiled.

"Take off your bathing suit," he said, leaving me confused.

"It's Friday," he explained.  "On Fridays all swimming here is naked for
everyone in the whole indoor pool," he said, then added, "just don't tell
anyone back home, okay?"

I couldn't believe what I'd just heard.  We were going to swim naked?
Everyone?  Me and all the old men here?

I'd never imagined doing such a thing, but when Emil turned to walk out of
the changing room without anything on, I knew he was for real, so I took
off my bathing suit and I got naked too.

By now my penis was so hard again I had to hold my towel in front so I
wouldn't be showing off my stiffie to everyone as Emil and I walked naked
together through the open pool area to the shower room.

We went into the shower room together and, just like before, I could
immediately see naked men in there with semi-rigid cocks.  The mere sight
of so many naked, aroused men made me weak in the knees.  This time the
shower room was much fuller; in fact, there were so many naked men that
only one showerhead was free.

Emil greeted everyone in the room, most of the men greeting him back, then
he took me with him to wash together under the only free shower there was.
Of course I had to hang my towel on a hook to keep it dry, so now there was
no way to properly hide my stiffie.

I loved the feeling of all the warm water on my naked body, and the
fragrant scent of the shampoo.  Shyly I held my hands over my hard cock
while I looked around at all the naked men in the room.

There were six showers on each side.  I stood right in front of Emil,
facing out at the others.  He stood behind me, our backs to our showerhead.
Emil had his hands on my shoulders and I suddenly realized he was so close
I could feel his naked cock rubbing against my back.  That was so cool!  I
felt so safe and warm with him there, with all the water running over us.

We showered for maybe five minutes.  Emil shampooed my hair from behind and
washed my head, then said I should raise my arms so that he could wash me
all over, just as he had done the week before.

I held my eyes closed because of the soap, but as I raised my arms, just as
before, I knew all the men in the room could see me completely naked again.
My boyish hard-on was standing up proudly on display, exposed to all the
men in the room.  As Emil washed me I could feel his cock brush back and
forth against my back.  That just got me even more horny and caused my
little dink to visibly twitch with excitement as all the men were watching.

Nervously I turned to hide my stiffie from all the men in the shower.  Now
I was standing directly in front of Emil, facing him, and even though I had
my eyes closed, I could feel his cock rub back and forth across my chest as
he washed me.  It excited me to feel it In fact, I kept trying to move in
ways that would keep it touching me.

Finally, he rinsed the soap off my head and I opened my eyes.

Emil's dick was just inches away from my mouth.  I saw his half-stiff cock
fat with thick veins, so big and so close.  I wanted it so badly.  The
sight of his manhood so near to my mouth was just too much for a horny
young boy like me and I felt my knees grow very weak as I grew hungry
staring at it.  My whole body shivered with desire at the sight of his
manhood.

I found myself in a new arena, in a situation I had never experienced
before and the sudden desire I felt was nearly overpowering.  Before this I
had done everything with my friend.  Now I almost automatically took Emil's
cock in my mouth, right then, but before I could do it, he turned me around
to wash the rest of the soap off.

As I faced out into the shower room again I looked at the other men.  They
were all watching us.  Not only that, the guy to our right had a full,
raging hard-on from looking at me.

Emil made quick business of washing me, then led me naked to the pool.

There were a lot of men in the pool, maybe twenty or more, and unlike the
first time it was only men.  Friday was the men's naked swimming day, so no
women were allowed.

We'd only been in the pool a few minutes when suddenly Karl was there, next
to me in the water.

"Stefan, how nice to see you here on a Friday," he said.  Karl greeted us
with a hand shake and seemed very happy we were there.

"I hope you are enjoying the chance to swim freely," he added, and as he
did he let his hand slip underwater and patted my naked bottom.

Karl had said the water would be much warmer on Friday than it had been
before and he was right.  I swam a lot and dove under frequently.  Under
the water I could see naked men and their cocks everywhere.  Nobody had a
bathing suit on.  Near the edge of the pool two men were standing and
rubbing each other's cocks below the surface.  That excited me a lot!  I
know they must have seen me repeatedly diving under and I'm sure they knew
I was looking at them, but that didn't make them stop.  In fact, they
seemed to intentionally do more for me to watch extra.

I was so excited that I swam back over to Emil and Karl and into Emil's
arms so he could hold me.  I wrapped my legs around his waist, sort of
goofing off with him, but then I slid down until I could feel his dick
touching me in the area between my legs.  I felt strangely excited with us
being wrapped together naked like this, and found myself pressing my own
little dick firmly against Emil's bare skin.

With my stiff boy part right on his belly I unconsciously began gently
humping him without even thinking about what I was doing.  It was just a
really good feeling, being naked in the pool with all these naked men, and
it felt good to gently rub my naked boner on my neighbor's naked body.  It
was all just so very exciting to me and a lot of fun.

After a moment I felt Karl's hand under water, on my back.  He gave me kind
of a little massage then waited to see my reaction.  I smiled at him.  I
loved him touching me so nicely.  He continued to rub me and began to
stroke alternately my back and my bottom.  Then I felt his hand move down
and over my butt until it slipped beneath me where I could feel him take
hold of Emil's cock between my legs. He began stroking Emil's dick and as
he wanked him I could feel Emil's cock growing bigger and stiffer until it
was rubbing up against my butt.  The whole time he was doing this Karl kept
up the conversation as if there was nothing going on below the water.  This
was to prevent others from noticing what he was doing as sometimes the pool
attendant would walk around the pool and occasionally he would pass us.

I felt so randy.  Soon I felt Karl's hand touching my own little dick and
balls too.  It was so much fun for me to have both these older men touching
me like this and the situation made me horny...  like no situation I'd ever
experienced before in my young life.

Of course, Emil could feel how Karl was now gently stroking my little prick
under the water and, besides that, he could easily see it from above, but
he didn't say anything; he just let Karl make me feel good.  I realized
these old men enjoyed doing naughty things too, just like I did.

Emil had already caught me sucking on my friend's dick while I was jerking
myself off at the same time, so he knew I wasn't so innocent and naive.
This sort of naughty play wasn't totally new to me.  I had some experience
with dirty sex play already and knew what I wanted.

I kept gently humping Emil, my arms lovingly wrapped around his neck,
holding him close to me, pressing my cheek against his, my mouth right next
to his ear, slowly rubbing my little dink more deeply against his bare
skin.  I kept doing it long enough that pretty soon I started to feel the
good feelings growing inside me.  I started moving my hips faster, it felt
so good.  I knew what was going to happen.  I knew I was getting close.  I
was about to have a dry boy orgasm right there in the pool while rubbing my
hard, little pecker on my naked old neighbor's bare tummy.  I was so close,
I was about to cum when...

Emil suddenly threw me in the air!

Both men laughed as I splashed into the water.  I'm sure they knew how
close I'd gotten and could tell I was now a horny, frustrated little boy,
but they both thought the situation was pretty funny.

Emil suggested we should swim a little to "cool down" so we swam to the
other side of the pool and the three of us did a few laps together.  Of
course, I'd been quite aroused, and was still feeling all pent-up.  The
swimming made it a little better but I still felt a constant tingling in my
groin, sometimes stronger, sometimes weaker.

I know now that many men went to this public pool not just to shower and
swim, but because it was a place where they could meet up for erotic
encounters.  Many of them were married men and most were older grandpas.
In the 1960s all the younger men would have been working during the day,
which mostly left only older men free to go to the public baths in the
afternoon.

After a bit we hung on to the edge of the pool again.  As the men talked I
kept diving in front of them, going down to touch the bottom of the pool,
but actually I just liked seeing both of them naked under the water.

We'd been in the pool maybe 45 minutes when Emil said we should get going.
Karl suggested we should all three go into the steam bath.  Emil promptly
rejected that idea and I had the feeling he didn't want me there.

When we got back to the shower room there were only three free shower
heads, all right next to each other.  I stood naked in the middle one,
visible like everyone else and, seeing all the naked men around me I
immediately got stiff again.

We showered for ten minutes or so and I noticed how men kept going to the
toilet area, so I told Emil I had to pee.  Before he could say anything I
went directly through the door to the toilets.

I went to a urinal and stood there but even though I had seen many men come
in here, I didn't see anyone else around.  That's when I noticed there were
six men's feet visible in one of the stalls.  I knew instinctively what was
going on in there but I was curious to see it.  I heard them whisper and
moan.  I got on my knees to look under the toilet door.

What I saw was one man sitting on the toilet sucking two men standing in
front of him.

It was one of the most arousing things I had ever seen and I wished I could
be that man.

Thinking about it, I must have looked pretty funny: a naked 9-year-old down
on the bathroom tiles, on his knees, his naked bum up in the air and his
head stuck down watching under the bathroom stall, but I wasn't thinking
about what I looked like.

In fact, I was so horny, so caught up in watching these men, I didn't even
notice Karl had come up behind me until he grabbed me from behind.  He put
his index finger to his lips, indicating for me to stay quiet, then he took
me by the hand and led me back out through the door to the showers

Back in the shower area he acted like nothing had been happening in the
other room, while I was so boned up that, once again, I had to shyly hold
my hand in front of my little dick to conceal my stiffie.

Karl grinned knowingly at Emil.

"Uh-huh.  And what was our little man doing in the other room?" Emil asked.

 "Nothing really," Karl answered.  "Just peeping under the stall is all,"
he said.

Emil looked at me with a slightly disapproving stare.

Karl and Emil had the idea that it might be nice to go out to eat after the
pool and they had decided to take me out to a restaurant for some
bratwurst.  Emil finished washing me fairly quickly and the two of us went
straight to our changing room.

Once there, I quickly dried myself off, changed and was soon fully dressed
and ready to go.  I even had my shoes on while Emil was still standing in
front of me naked.  He dried himself slowly, then he was taking his time
applying lotion to his body and splashing a little after shave on his face.

I still couldn't stop looking at his naked cock.  The whole time he was
doing this he was nude in front of me, so close, and I kept looking at him,
looking at his dick, wanting very much to touch it.

I was a very horny boy at this point!  All day I'd been around naked men
with so much erotic stuff going on around me, but I had not actually gotten
any relief.  Now I was so aroused, watching this nice man with his big,
naked cock hanging heavily right in front of my face, I wanted to touch it
so badly that, finally, I could not resist anymore.

As Emil stood there I reached out, a little anxious, a little shaking, and
gently wrapped my small, boyish fingers around his big, soft, man-cock,
just so I could feel it.

Emil stopped what he was doing and just looked at me.  He didn't say
anything, didn't tell me to stop.  He just stood there frozen while I
slowly, gently began to explore his dick with my hand.  Tumescence followed
quickly and he became thicker and thicker as I tenderly played with his
manhood.  There it was, right in my hand, right front of my eyes, just
inches from my face, growing harder as I fondled him.

I was really nervous doing this.  I didn't know if he would be mad at me,
but after everything I had seen this day I was so randy I couldn't stop
myself.  I had to touch it.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Who's there?" Emil asked nervously

"It's Karl," came the answer.  Karl said he was ready to go and asked if he
could come in?

Emil open the door just enough for him to enter and Karl came into our
small room, quickly closing the door behind him.

He immediately saw Emil's thicknesses and once he did, he looked over at
me.

I looked shyly down at the floor, embarrassed.  I felt like I had been
caught in the act once again.  I'm sure he could tell from my guilty face
exactly what I had been doing.

Without saying a word Karl moved in front of me.  As I watched he took
Emil's swollen cock in his hand, and picking up where I had left off, he
began to massage Emil's cock.

I stood there silently and watched as Karl began to play with my old
friend's hard dick.

"...no... please..." Emil whispered to him softly, trying to resist Karl's
ministrations.  "...please...  not in front of the boy..." he whispered,
but Karl didn't stop.

"...please.... don't... the boy...." Emil continued, pleading softly and
talking about me as if I wasn't in the room.

Karl stopped Emil's pleading by leaning in and placing a long, deep kiss on
his lips, right in front of me.

My eyes went wide!  I was shocked.  I had never seen two men kissing
before!

When he finally broke off the long, deep kiss, Karl just looked down at me
and smiled.

"The boy doesn't mind," he said knowingly to Emil.  "In fact, I think the
boy likes to watch."

Of course, he was right.  I wanted to see this.  I wanted to see this very,
very much.  And I wanted to do more than just watch.  I wanted to be part
of this.

Karl continued stroking my old friend and once more Emil tried to stop him,
telling him he shouldn't be doing it and acting like he didn't want it, but
Karl didn't stop.  He kept going, kept stroking him, and gradually Emil's
protests faded.  Soon Emil was just standing there, breathing heavily, lost
in an erotic haze, surrendered to a desire he was no longer able to resist.

All the while Karl kept making a deliberate show for me, stroking my old
friend's big cock as I watched.

Emil looked down at me nervously, worried to see how I was reacting, but by
this point I think Emil was so very horny it didn't matter.

I stood right in front of his cock, watching Karl jerk him off, slowly at
first, then getting faster.  I looked alternately from Karl to Emil, then
to his cock, as Karl rubbed it faster.  I watched Emil's foreskin go back
and forth.  I could see his thick hard cock perfectly, so close to me,
right in front of my face, so close to my mouth, so close to my lips.  I
was feeling hungry for what I was seeing again.  I wanted so badly to do
with him what I had done with my friend that my tongue began to lick my
lips without even realizing I was doing it.

I was so lost in desire I barely noticed when Karl placed a hand lightly on
the back of my head and began pushing me forward, toward what he knew I
wanted.

I didn't resist.  I leaned in until my lips touched Emil's cock.  I was so
horny, I immediately took not just the big red knob but the whole shaft in
my mouth, as much as my young mouth could hold.

Emil moaned and whispered weakly, "ohhh noooo.... please... don't Stefan...
you shouldn't do that...."  He tried to pull back at the moment I took his
manhood between my lips, but Karl held him by the cock and continued to
jerk him off as he guided us together.

"There's a good boy," Karl whispered to me, "yes, such a good boy.  This is
what you've been wanting, isn't it you little slut?  You're a horny little
cock sucker, aren't you boy?  I've been watching you... I know this is what
you like, isn't it boy?  You like sucking big grandpa cocks, don't you?"

I moaned as I sucked Emil's dick deeper.  It was all true, this is what I
wanted, and Karl knew it.

"Oh, look at him, Emil... look at the beautiful boy sucking on you.  You
don't have to be embarrassed.  He wants it, he is a horny little slut.  He
wants to taste the juice from your balls."

I looked up into Emil's eyes as he stared down at me; a horny little boy
with his cock in my mouth.  My eyes were wide, pleading, my expression
telling him clearly that this was what I wanted, that all Karl was saying
was true.  I wanted to suck him and taste his grandpa spunk; I wanted to do
this more than anything.

"Look at the little piggy boy, Emil.  Look at how much he wants it."

Karl looked to me, grinning, "Du bist ein sperma hungriges Ferkel," he said
in German: "You are a cum hungry little piglet!"

I felt Emil place his hand on my head.  At first, I think, he was going to
try to push me away, but his will quickly grew weak as I pushed myself into
him even more, sucking his cock harder and deeper.  As Emil moaned in
response to what I was doing, I felt his hand push me into him harder.

"Er ist ein kleines geiles schweinchen," Karl continued.  "He is a horny
little piggy.  Yes, you like that, sucking old men, sucking grandfather
cock.  Open your mouth wide little piggy, suck his big dick.  Get his big
old cock wet with your sweet mouth juice."

Karl had only been nice and used clean words to me before this.  Now, him
talking dirty to me, telling me to do these naughty things, made me so
horny, made me want it more.  Yes, I was a little piggy boy who wanted to
wallow with old men's cocks.  I wanted to suck on their mature, hairy dicks
and taste their man juice.  Man juice, that mythical stuff my friend had
told me about, but I had never tasted yet because he was still too young to
make any.  I wanted to nurse on grandpa dicks and drink their grandpa milk.

"Oh, look at you," Karl continued, urging me on.  "Such a good boy, Stefan.
If only your mamma knew how well you can do this.  How many have you sucked
little boy?  How many have you given head to in your young life?  You do it
so very well.  You like it so much, don't you?  Oh yes, this is what you
were born to do.  You were born to be a cock-sucking little boy for old
men.  This is what makes you so very happy, isn't it boy?"

I have no idea why Karl's words made me so horny, but I wanted everything
he said, I wanted to show Emil how well I could suck his dick, how much I
could please him.  I wanted Karl to watch me do it, to show him what a good
cock sucker I was so he would be proud of me for being so good.

My mind was lost in a haze of sexual desire so intense that all I wanted
right then was to suck this old man and please him so very, very much.

And Karl's dirty words just drove me on harder.

Emil had such a big, fat grandpa cock compared to my young friend's small,
boy dick.  My mouth was too small to take it all, so Karl kept playing with
it while I sucked what I could; Karl kept jerking Emil off even as he held
my old neighbor's fat cock tightly in my mouth.

I heard Emil moan louder and knew he was getting close.  Karl wanked his
cock faster and harder.  I sucked and licked the head like crazy, tasting
all the nice juices he was making.  I was like a crazy boy.  I loved this
man, loved his smell, loved the salt taste of his cock in my mouth.  I knew
he was getting close and I was about to get my first taste of the stuff my
friend had told me about.  I was going to get a taste of grandpa milk!

Karl stopped jerking the moment before Emil was about to cum.  He took his
hand away from Emil's dick and pushed me down hard onto Emil's fat cock,
just like I wanted.

Emil moaned and I felt my mouth fill with the wonderful, salty juice of a
man.  I sucked harder and swallowed it all.  I was so horny, how could I do
anything else?

Emil's hands had a tight grip on my head holding me firmly in place, but he
didn't have to.  I stayed there until I had tasted and swallowed all he had
to give me.

After a few moments Emil slowly relaxed and pulled away.  Reluctantly, I
let his cock slip from my mouth.

Karl bent down and stroked my head lovingly, like he was so pleased and
proud of me.  Then he put a finger under my chin, tilted my face up and
kissed me on the mouth.  When he did I felt his tongue push in deeply,
lapping Emil's man juices from inside.

I had never been kissed like this by a man before, never been French-kissed
by anyone before!  I loved it and instinctively kissed him back
passionately.  At that moment I was so randy I would've done anything.

Finally, he stopped, laughed a small laugh and said, "Well, we should let
Emil put on his clothes now, while you and I wait outside."

I was in a horny daze as Karl took my hand and led me out of the room as if
I were hypnotized.

As we came out there was another man standing just outside our door.  He
looked at us, smiling, and I realized he had heard everything that had been
spoken in the changing room, including all the dirty, naughty things Karl
had said to me and called me.

Karl seemed to know the man and laughed a nervous, friendly laugh when he
saw him.  The man nodded and smiled back in a knowing way as he glanced
down at me.

I thought the man looked at me in a quite horny way too.

As we waited for Emil in front of the changing room I could not even think
properly or move because of the deep lust that was still inside me.

Karl put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me amicably to his hip.  The
other man went on, but again fixed his gaze on me in a knowing way and
smiled as he left.

I looked up at Karl.  He was fully dressed to leave and I noticed what a
really handsome old man he was, with grey hair and a friendly but striking
face.  I liked him very much and snuggled close to him as we waited.

A few minutes later Emil came out of the changing room.  When he saw us
standing there he looked a little ashamed.  Even though he had been horny
and given into his lust, I think he still felt very guilty about what we
had done.

Karl took me by one hand as Emil took the other and together the three of
us walked out with me in the middle, holding the hand of a nice grandpa on
each side of me.  Now I was in love with two grandfathers.

As we were leaving the public pool, Emil and Karl ran into two other
gentlemen they knew who happened to be in the foyer.  When the men asked
about me, Emil said I was his Godson.  The two men seemed to accept this
and after polite good-byes we were on our way.

The restaurant was less than a five-minute walk from the pool.  We had
fried sausage with potato salad and I got a cola for once.  I felt very
comfortable as they talked with me and made jokes.  Karl told Emil how much
he wanted to see me again next week.  After about an hour or so we said
goodbye and went home by tram.

On the way to our house Emil told me over and over how it was very
important that I not tell anyone what happened in the public pool!  I
promised him I wouldn't tell anyone about it and also told him how much I
was looking forward to going with him again next Friday.

At home I was of course asked by my grandma what it was like.  I told her
about the warm water in the pool on Friday and that it was even more fun to
swim then.  I told her what a good swimmer I was and said proudly that I
had gone to a restaurant!  Both of us had wet swimming trunks because Emil
had made sure to dip them in the indoor pool before we left so when we got
home I would have to dry them.

"Nobody needs to know that we swam naked," he said.

In the evening I was hungry again from all the time swimming and...

I jerked off three times in the bathroom that evening.

As always, by 9:00 o'clock, I was in bed.

- - -

Next: Part 3 - "The Steam Room"

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