Date: Sun, 1 Mar 2015 14:51:05 -0800 From: Bate Dudesea Subject: The man in the pool showers This is my first story on Nifty. Happy to share after a decade of reading. If you find this hot, or want to share your stories, email me: batedudesea@gmail.com This is a true story from when I was growing up in a smallish town in the middle of a lot of nowhere. When I was about 11, I was at the public pool with my mom. I was a skinny kid, blond with blue eyes. I wasn't ever very athletic, so I had little interest in actually swimming. I'd just play around in the water by myself, since I rarely had any friends around and I was an only child. I had always liked watching older boys and men in their swim trunks, especially when they were wet and clingy. I always watched them get out of the pool and couldn't stop staring at their visible bulges. I didn't really know why I was so excited about this, but I was. Another favorite game was to go underwater and try and see up their shorts when they ballooned up. I would spend so much time under water, I'd be gasping when I popped up. I'd do this for hours. I would catch glimpses of upper thighs mostly, but every once in awhile I was certain I saw a smooth nutsack pop out. I lived for those moments. Of course, the other great thing about going to the public pool was the locker room. My elementary school didn't have one for the kids so young, so this was the only time I got to see other boys and men changing in front of each other. It was amazing! They would all just take off their shirts and pants and be in their underwear talking. Then off came their briefs or boxers, and for the few seconds it took them to grab their bathing suit and pull it on, I got to see boy butt, dick and balls. The boys were usually a lot shyer and would try to hide, but I would find ways to stare at the right angle so I could see more. I just couldn't stop staring at the smooth balls and dicks of the other boys. I didn't understand why I was so obsessed with them. Even though I'm sure some of them saw me looking, no one ever said anything at that age. I was just another curious boy. Some of the men were shyer, but a lot of them seemed totally comfortable being naked in front of each other, and in front of their sons. I always got so excited I was almost shaking whenever I'd see a dad out of his shorts, telling his sons to hurry up and helping them with his hairy balls swinging and dick dangling. The dads never seemed to care that I was watching, or maybe they didn't notice. But somehow it was always more exciting when the naked dad was pulling down his sons shorts to and helping him into his bathing suit. Of course, some of the men's sons were older boys, teenagers. They didn't need help getting dressed, and usually hid from their dads. Always better for me because it meant they turned out toward where I was. A lot of the teens had some hair on them, too, and their dicks were almost as big as their fathers'. It was kind of cool to think I'd grow up to be big and hairy like them, and of course I loved watching them as much as the other boys and men. There were also men there by themselves. In the middle of the swim session, I went to pee in the locker room. When I walked in, I saw a man in the shower alone, probably 30, with a hairy chest, pretty thin guy. No one else was in the locker room. He made eye contact with me, and I quickly looked away. I looked down in front as I walked by, but kept glancing to the side to see what I could catch of him showering. He was wearing a jockstrap in the shower. I'd never seen anyone do that before, but it looked hot. I went pee and when I came back around the corner, I saw him still looking at me. I stopped and pretended to be tying my drawstring over and over, while I kept sneaking looks at him in the shower. Now he was lathering himself up with a bar of soap, including the pouch of his jockstrap. It seemed fuller than when I first saw him. I thought it was weird he was washing his jockstrap, but I guessed maybe he was too shy to get naked in the showers. I realized I couldn't keep tying and retying my drawstring, so I went into the shower too, and took one of the group shower poles one over from his. I stood on the opposite side so I could see him, but hide behind it if he caught me looking. I didn't have any soap, so I just let the water wash over me, still in my swim trunks. He caught me looking at him again, and I averted my eyes. Of course, I was back staring at his lathered jockstrap within seconds. He just kept washing himself, so he must have liked being clean. Every time I glanced up he caught my eyes. I was nervous he was going to catch on that I wasn't really showering. Then, he suddenly pulled the pouch of his jock to the side and out came his dick. I'd never seen a man's cock other than my dad's, and his was always soft. This one was definitely hard. And his balls and pubes were hairy, like his chest and stomach. He started stroking it up and down, keeping the bar of soap in his hand as lube. I was stunned and frozen in place. Eventually I realized I was staring and looked up to see him looking at me again. I thought for sure he caught me and was going to be mad now. But he just kept stroking his dick. I felt a little more bold seeing him show more, almost naked. So I nervously pulled down my swim trunks and started running my hands over myself like I was showering too. He kept staring at me, and I was really nervous. I guessed by now it was okay to stare back so I just watched his big man balls bounce with the soap and water dripping from his hairy ballsack every stroke. No one had ever taught me to jerk my dick before. I'd only ever played with it a little bit, and I stuck it in the hot tub jets at home a few times. But now, watching him, I tried it. It had already gotten hard, and I stroked it while he watched me, and I watched him. His mouth had fallen open and he was breathing hard. I couldn't have moved from that spot or stopped gawking if I'd wanted to. I was mesmerized. Then suddenly someone started walking into the locker room from the pool. I quickly pulled my shorts up and and turned off the shower and walked out of the shower room back to the locker area. It was open to the shower room, so I could see the man in there. He had covered his dick back up and turned away so you couldn't see his big erection. The guy walking in was about 17. He looked over and started talking to the man in the shower. They knew each other! I wondered if he was the man's son, or just a friend. I went over to the locker that had my stuff inside, and pretended to move things around and pack up, so I could watch more. They made conversation and the man kept looking at me from time to time. His erection had gone down, but his pouch still reminded me of what was underneath. The young guy got in the shower in his swim trunks to wash off the chlorine, while the man turned his shower off. Then, he asked the 17 year old if he wanted to use his bar of soap. He said sure and started lathering himself up with it. All I could think about was that the bar of soap had just been stroked up and down the man's cock and hairy balls, and now it was on this hot teenager's body. I wondered if the teen guy knew. I spent another 10 minutes making excuses to be at my locker while they talked, got changed and packed up their stuff. Suddenly, my mom was yelling for me at the entrance. It had to have been at least 30 minutes since I went into the locker room, and now the session was over. I packed up all my stuff, and walked as slowly as I could out of the locker room. The man and the teenager watched me the whole way, without saying a word. To this day, I always wonder what could have happened if I'd been bolder, or if we'd had more time. I always wonder if the man and his son would jerk off together in the shower like that, or more. Or if it wasn't his son, if he would have picked me up as another young boy to play with. I went back to the pool many times after that, and I always looked for either of them, but never saw them.