Date: Wed, 14 Oct 2009 09:37:04 +1000
From: James Gippsland <jamesgippsland@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Swimming Pool

I had decided to go back to the pool. It had been well over fifteen years
since I'd been swimming in any serious way. But now, in my early forties,
and with the joints begin to seize up, I needed some form of low impact
exercise.

As a kid, and later as a teenager I had loved swimming. But more than
swimming, I had loved swimming pools. All those bodies, wet, slippery. Some
fat, some thin. Some toned and glistening with water trickling down over
muscular frames. I would linger in the shower for as long as possible,
letting the cold water run over my body, but all the time, eyeing up any
guy who came close. Many would shower still in their bathers. Some, usually
young guys in the 20's, who had something to show off, would strip naked,
and shower, turning around and around for everyone to see, their eyes
closed as if they couldn't care less who was looking.

Whilst the showers were open and public, the changing area was not, in that
rather than a shared area (one for males, one for females), the pool I went
to provided single person cubicles in which to change. It was small, and a
tight fit for someone my size (6'4", with long legs and arms). There was a
small shelf/bench on which you could put your clothes. But you could also
stand on it, and look over the top, into the next cubicle. I remember the
day I was getting dried, (it was upstairs, so you could look down on the
pool) and I was perving a guy strutting his stuff on the pool deck. As I
did so, I was gently wanking -- as you do! Suddenly I was conscious of
someone watching me! A guy, older than me, was looking over the top of the
cubicle, watching me wank. He smiled and....... well that's another story!!

So here I was, many years later, going back to swimming, and boy hadn't
things changed. No longer the smell of chlorine. The changing rooms were
communal (but still one for males, one for females), and at seven o'clock
in the morning I almost had the place to myself. Well almost, there was the
lifeguard. And he was hot - as all lifeguards are! Early twenties, in good
shape, nice looks, walking around and around the pool, keeping an eye out
for any drowning man he could give the kiss of life to!

Every time I changed ends he seemed to be there, in my line of sight, as he
kept walking, walking. Other swimmers came, and some went, but I didn't
really notice them. We were in lines, doing our stuff, up and down, up and
down.

After about an hour I decided that was enough for a first attempt. Most
muscles ached, so I knew I'd done something right! I got out -- and there
was the life guard. We chatted -- and I checked him out. He must have
known what I was doing, I made it fairly obvious. Surprisingly he didn't
cut short the conversation, or move off to continue with his duties. We
chatted for quite a while. Eventually I was beginning to chill and broke
off the conversation and headed for the showers.

These too had changed in my absence! Now the showers were private little
affairs, with a door and a lock. There was no one else in the changing room
at the time, so I simply went into the shower, leaving the door open,
stripped off, and allowed the warm water to flow over my body for some
while. It was so pleasurable. I did think about wanking off, thinking about
the life guard, or what might happen if he suddenly appeared now. But no, I
didn't.

I returned to the empty changing room, dried my naked body and started to
get dressed. I had put on shirt and jocks when a young lad I hadn't seen
before, came in from the pool, wet from swimming. I'm not good at guessing
ages but he was at least sixteen, maybe older. He looked around, looked at
me, and then went into the shower and I heard the water running. I continue
to get dressed, thinking he would be out in a little while. Instead, after
several minutes, he closed and locked the door. Suddenly I realised what he
was doing. He would be stripping off his speedos and then having a wank. Of
course he would. What would be on the mind of any teenager at seven or
eight in the morning -- his morning woody!

I hungered to get a look. I hungered to help him out, and jack him off. But
nothing was going to happen here, this was a public place, with people
coming and going all the time. I could hear the water sloshing over his
body, and there was a rhythm to it probably caused by the rhythm of his
masturbation. It drove me wild. I sneaked into the adjoining shower, but
the walls went to the ground and there was no way I could see into his
cubicle. There was nothing for it, I'd have to climb up. I still hadn't put
on my work boots, so my naked toes got some grip on the wall. I guessed
that the noise would make him panic into stopping but maybe the water from
the shower would hide the noise. I just had to have a look.

I managed, quite quietly I suppose, to hoist myself up such that I could
look down on the scene below me. The boy was indeed masturbating. He was
obviously close, as he was making little grunting noises, yet trying to
keep as quiet as he could. His hands explored his body, wet and glistening
as it was, wanking for a few moments, and then stopping. He was edging! He
was so close, but he didn't want to cum yet. But when he did, it was going
to be awesome.

Suddenly he looked up. Whether I had cast a shadow, or it was the noise of
my feet on the wall, I'm not sure. But he was looking up at me and I was
looking down on him. For a second, he was like a rabbit caught in the
headlights of a car, and he just froze.

And then he did a really strange thing. He smiled at me. Yeh, this lad gave
me a welcoming smile, and as he did so, his hand went back to his cock and
slowly, oh so slowly, began wanking again. He was putting on a show for me
to watch. He pinched his nipples, his hands caressing his chest and
belly. He touched himself, aroused himself, made love to himself, his boned
cock bobbing all on its own, as if someone was pulling a string attached to
it. If anything he seemed to have got harder, as he put on this show for
me. From what I could see he was about 7", curved and uncut. I longed to
get my mouth around it, and hear him moan as I sucked him off. I wanted him
to open the door to allow me in. But he wasn't going to do that. He just
wanted to show off. He had an audience of one.

Suddenly I heard a couple of voices back in the changing room. The boy also
must have heard them. He looked at me, smiled again, and went back to
jacking off. Before, it had been a "slow and steady" approach. Now he was
going in for the full climax. His hand fairly flew up and down the
shaft. He bent his knees, and as the water continued to pour over his naked
body I was aware of a low growling noise coming from his mouth.

Suddenly he grunted loudly and simultaneously ropes of cum spurted out from
his cock to be washed away by the falling water. His body twitched and
spasmed, and little quieter grunts emphasised the movement of his frame. He
was breathing deeply and fast, and he lent against the wall of the shower
for support.

He turned and looked up at me and I smiled. He returned the smile, took his
hand away from his cock and licked his own cum, watching my reaction. My
response was totally un meditated. I licked my lips. His smile grew wider.

The voices in the changing room had grown louder and I was scared I was
about to be discovered. Plus the fact that I knew I couldn't hold on any
longer. I winked at the lad, gave him a wave and slid down the wall. As I
walked back to the changing room to pick up my back I heard water coming
from the shower head. And after a few moments, there was a rhythm to that
water as it fell again on his naked body. He was wanking again. Oh to be a
teenager again!


Based on an episode that happened this morning when I went swimming.


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