Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2018 14:04:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: Simon Wright <simonalone48@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: CONFESSIONS OF AN EXHIBITIONIST - PART 2

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Confessions of an Exhibitionist

Chapter 2

A quick shower was all I had time for before I was due at the aquatics
centre at the university.  That was where my swimming club held its
training sessions and also its `home' matches.  The team usually all met
and changed in the far end of the public changing room.  We used the
lockers along the side wall.  Because I was a bit late I was last to arrive
and all the others were already in their speedos, except for Ryan who was
sitting naked on the bench telling everyone how he and his girlfriend had
spent last night.  Ryan often stood or sat around naked.  I suspect that,
like me, he liked to show off his muscular thighs, broad shoulders, narrow
waist and rounded buttocks.  I also suspect that he enjoyed teasing me by
putting his attractive body on display for me.  All the guys know I am gay
– it's no problem.  Ryan is boringly straight and likes to display to me
what is definitely not available for me.  It is his `joke'.  He means no
harm and the upside is that I get to admire his physique.

Of course, all my team mates have good physiques.  Plenty of hard training
sessions from John our coach see to that.  While Ryan finished off the tale
of his sexual prowess and struggled into his speedos, I stripped off,
tucked my cock and balls into my speedos and looked for the empty locker
which should have been there for me.  It was then that I noticed that there
was a newcomer with us.

We were quickly introduced: `Simon, meet Robin.  Coach has seen him
swimming in the public pool and thinks he has a lot of potential.  He
suggested that Robin should come along to practise with us, see if he likes
us and if we like him.'

I smiled broadly as I feasted my eyes on a guy possibly a couple of years
younger than my 22, about my own height at 6' and slim with a compact but
powerful musculature.  `Very pleased to meet you,' I said.  But I thought
that I noticed a certain wistful sadness and reserve in his eyes.  But
there was no time to wonder about that: coach was calling us through to the
pool.  I quickly found an empty locker on the main pathway through the
changing room and ran in to join the others.

That evening the coach was in a foul mood.  No matter how hard we tried, no
matter how fast we swam, no matter how slick the change-overs in the relays
were, we were just useless in his opinion.  Not only did he say we were not
making progress, but we were actually going backwards.

I think we were all glad to go back to the changing room, but there was no
let up for us even there.  Coach came in and said he had an announcement.
It became obvious afterwards that what he had to say was the cause of his
bad mood.

`Listen up, guys.  I need one of you to do Robin a favour.  In reality you
will be doing me a favour too.  You all know that I have seen Robin
swimming for pleasure in the public pool in town and been impressed with
his natural talent and that is why I suggested he should come along here
this evening to see what we do.  I think you all will agree that he would
make a valuable contribution to our team and that we ought to make him a
full member.'  Everyone nodded or grunted their agreement.  I pointed out
that Robin might well not want to join a team with such a grumpy coach and
coach went on: `Yes.  I owe you all an apology.  I am coming now to my
reason for being so ill-tempered tonight.  When I collected Robin at his
house this evening, he was almost in tears.  He explained that his father
had discovered some pornography in Robin's bedroom, not just any
pornography, but gay porn.  Sadly, Robin's father is not at all enlightened
and so Robin has been chucked out on the street.  I would like to offer him
a room at my house, but with my wife's disability I am not willing to
impose on her in this way, so I am looking to you, his teammates, to solve
his problem at least in the short term.'

We all started talking at once.  As far as I could make out, everyone
agreed on several things: Robin's father was a shit; one of us really ought
to offer Robin accommodation for at least a few weeks until he could make
permanent arrangements; each individual would love to take Robin in, but
special circumstances (living with parents/girlfriend, small house, already
in a house share) meant that they could do nothing about it personally.

So I said, `Robin, you are welcome to come and stay with me, but you need
to know that I only have a small flat.  There is only one bedroom, but you
would be welcome to sleep on the sofa in the living room.'  The rest of the
team started shouting to Robin that he needed to be careful: the team's
lecherous gay was making advances on him – fuckin' fine friends they
are! – but without much hesitation Robin said he would be really happy
to sleep on my sofa until he could make better arrangements.

When we were all showered and changed, Robin and I went to coach's car to
collect the small backpack which contained all that Robin had managed to
scoop up from his room when his father chucked him out.  We both got into
my car and drove across town to my flat.  I parked in the basement car park
and we went up to my third-floor flat.

It did not take long to show Robin round.  `This is the living room with
the TV, sofa, armchair, table, two dining chairs, kitchenette in the
corner.  Through the window is the balcony with its exciting view of the
block of flats opposite.  Through this door is the bathroom and through
this door is my bedroom.'

I suggested to Robin that he could put his clothes in one side of my
wardrobe and then he discovered that in his haste to leave he had brought
several T-shirts, one pair of underwear, a pair of jogging bottoms and his
swimming gear, but nothing else.  `No problem,' I said.  `We are about the
same size so you can borrow stuff from my clothing.'

`Thank you so much,' he smiled gratefully.

`By the way, `I went on, `when I am at home I tend not to wear much
clothing if any.  I hope that doesn't worry you.  I will try to remember to
at least wear some shorts.'  Robin just smiled.  It was good to see his
smile after the look of sadness in his eyes when we had first been
introduced.

I stripped down to a pair of tight blue shorts and made a light supper –
omelette and salad – and while we ate we got to know each other better.
Given how small my flat was (the estate agent had insisted that it was
`compact'!) we would certainly get to know a lot about each other in a very
short time.  I was pleased to see that Robin had decided to wear a pair of
my white shorts with one of his tops.  I was also pleased to see that he
was not wearing underwear.  This allowed me to admire his cock and balls
which were forced up against the front of the tight shorts.

Robin told me that he had known he was gay since before puberty, but had
never had the courage or opportunity to do anything about it apart from
buying magazines and checking out gay websites on line.  On the other hand,
I pointed out that I was very much `out and proud' and living with me was
no way to ensure any sort of discretion for him – he would be `guilty by
association' in the eyes of people like his father. Robin smiled at this (I
liked his smile) and said he might like to take the opportunity of coming
out to society in this way.

After supper, Robin insisted on washing up the dishes while I checked my
emails and messages on a couple of dating sites – nothing important
apart from an email from my ex, Phil.  But that could wait for a reply
until the morning.

When Robin came over he sat next to me on the sofa.  I asked him if he
wanted to watch TV, but he said he would rather sit there and do some
thinking.  I suspect that he had a lot to think about!

I continued checking messages and I sensed that Robin was moving closer to
me on the sofa.  As I put my phone down after seeing what Phil had to say
for himself, I felt Robin's hand hesitantly touch my thigh. Despite my
earlier activities in the woods, my cock rose to the occasion and was
quickly straining at the tight fabric of my shorts.  `You don't have to do
this,' I said.  `I am not going to be the sort of shit who will take
advantage of a guy just because he is down on his luck.  But I will admit
that I find you very attractive.'

`No, Simon, I want to explore my gay side.  I have fantasised for years.  I
have read magazines and seen videos, but I want to know how it FEELS.  In
fact I am taking advantage of you.  I think I can trust you and I would
like my first gay sex experience to be with someone I trust.  Do you think
we could explore possibilities here together tonight?'

What could I say?  How could I possibly refuse?

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To be continued