Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2019 08:26:44 -0400 From: Scott Morgan Subject: At the Public Pool part 1 Near my house is a heated indoor pool. Now, I love swimming, but don't get much opportunity for it in the winter, so when I found out this place existed I knew I had to go. It wasn't very large, but big enough to do laps. It was an old building, from a time when public bathhouses were still plentiful, affording people the opportunity for both a swim and a shower. After checking in at the front desk, you went up a set of stairs. On either side of the landing at the top were a men and women's shower and bathroom, and on either side of the balcony overlooking the pool were long rows of sheltered benches, serving as the changing area. It was clear from the setup that this pool dated from the period when bathhouses and public pools like this banned bathing suits, fearing the fibers would clog the drains. My mind instantly wandered to the generations of working class men who had used this pool naked, countless cocks and balls bouncing around as they strode down the stairs or swam in the water, nude camaraderie and maybe some discreet helping hands. One can only imagine the kind of shenanigans a group of naked men, unwinding after work, can get into. The pool was almost empty the first time I went. Besides the guy running the front desk and the bored looking lifeguard, there were only me and two other guys, already swimming their laps when I got there. I made my way up the stairs and into the shower area to clean off before getting in the water. Directly across from the door into this room was the shower, a small tiled room with a nozzle on each wall. I love these old fashioned, gang showers, the kind where guys have no choice but to show off their nudity to each other. Outside the shower room was a single toilet stall and two, undivided urinals of the old fashioned kind that are like a large bowl and provide no room for shielding. On one side of the room was a small , frosted glass door which, on opening it, revealed a very small sauna room, the wood benches only affording enough room for four very cramped people. The room smelled of years of manly sweat, soaking through the wood. This entire setup seemed designed by someone who loved cruising, the sheer intimacy of the setting was enough to get me boning up. I made my way over to the changing area. It was a long set of benches along the balcony, with an unobstructed view all the way down when you entered a door on one end. It could have easily accommodated 50 people, but as it was I only saw one man further down in the middle of the space. He was standing and putting his clothes in a locker, and glanced over at me as I came in. He was in his bathing suit, and it looked like he'd just taken his mandatory shower, his hairy chest still matted. As I sat down on the bench and began to take my shoes off he walked past me. He was a little shorter than me, standing at probably around 5"9 or so, with a big barrel chest and thick arms and thighs, a solidly built middle aged hunk. His chest was covered in a carpet of thick, black hair, and furry forearms. He had a full black beard that connected to a head of curly black hair that he kept rather short. He looked like one of the hot Jewish dads I saw walking in the neighborhood. Unfortunately his baggy bathing suit revealed nothing to my prying eyes. He glanced at me again as he passed, his handsome, bearded face revealing nothing. I began to get hard looking at him, and waited until he'd gone through the door to change into my bathing suit and go take my shower. Making my way back into the bathroom area, I could see the guy from the balcony, swimming laps up and down the length of the pool. I entered the shower, quickly rinsing off before going down the stairs to the pool. The guy was on the other side of the pool from me, the two guys who had already been there swimming their laps in the center. The were both handsome as well; one had handsome Italian looking face, with dark stubble, while the other one was more cleancut with a rounder, softer face. They were both middle aged. It seemed like all three of these guys were here on their lunch breaks. I began my laps, enjoying the feeling of the water as it coursed over my body, although wishing I could enjoy it nude. Nothing feels better than skinny dipping in my opinion, and the setting would have only made it more enjoyable. After a few laps, I saw the guy with the five o'clock shadow making his way to the ladder and begin to climb out. Unlike the man I'd seen in the changing area, he was wearing a rather tight pair of shorts, well above the knee and showing off a sizable package and ample, meaty ass. He had a light dusting of hair on his pecs, and a furrier stomach, matted down and dripping water. A few minutes later the cleanshaven guy also exited the pool as well, leaving just me and the furry, bearded stud I'd first seen. I kept stealing glances at him as I continued to swim, thinking about him and the two guys who were probably changing right then. I might not be able to see them, but I could imagine them stripping down next to each other, sharing in a silent, casual nudity. Maybe they'd even be stealing glances at each other cocks, measuring each other up or feeling some interest. After fantasizing in this way while I swam my laps, I decided to wrap it up, and made my way towards the ladder. I noticed that the bearded man, who showed no signs of stopping, was glancing at me as I climbed out and went up the stairs. I wondered if he was perhaps interested in something happening between us. I was lost in these thoughts as I rounded the corner into the bathroom area. I wanted to make use of the sauna, thinking I could maybe discreetly rub out a load in there or in the shower. Rounding the corner into the room I was immediately confronted by the sight of one of the guys who had finished his laps earlier, showering under the head directly across from the door. He glanced up at me as he heard me come in, turning his handsome face towards me and slightly nodding in a silent greeting. His cock was nestled in a forest of pubes, contrasting with his otherwise mostly hairless body, and hung semi hard at a thick 7 inches. From the half erection he had and the redness of his shaft, it looked as if he'd just finished jerking himself off. I could have kicked myself for missing out on the action, and wondered how big he actually was, starting to tent up under my towel. Deciding to be discrete, I went to the sauna, thinking that this guy might provide me the fantasy for a nice load. Opening the door, I immediately saw the other guy from earlier, the stubbly one. His head was leaning back and he was sprawled across the bench, his arms draped on the upper level and his hairy legs spread wide , sitting on his towel. His soft cock, relaxed by the heat and steam, drooped onto the towel, long and thick with a huge set of lowhangers. He lifted his head, and began to move over on the bench. "Sorry buddy, let me give you some room here," he said, in a deep, booming voice. "Thanks," I said, trying to keep the lust from my voice. The space was cramped, and I opted to sit on the upper bench to give him as much room as possible. I didn't know what this guy might do if I tried to cruise him. Despite my efforts, we were still close enough for my leg to be barely a foot from his body, and I had a clear view of his meaty genitals and hairy body. Thinking my plans for jerking off would have to wait, I tried to will my cock to go down, and opted to keep my towel wrapped around me, closing my eyes and surrendering to the steam. After a little while of enjoying the heat, I cracked my eyes open to look at him again. He had spread his legs again, not bothering to cover himself, and had leaned his head back, crossing his arms over his furry chest. His eyes were closed, giving me a chance to study his cock. It looked like it hung at least 6 inches soft, and was easily as thick as my wrist. The plum sized head was covered by an ample looking foreskin, and the whole thing was crowned by a curly thatch of black pubes. As I watched, I saw it twitch, and slowly start to fill out. I glanced back to his face; his eyes were still closed. His cock was rapidly inflating now, pulsing with every one of his heartbeats and filling out to a thick, curved 10 inches. His foreskin had partially retracted over the fat mushroom head which was leaking precum. The steam was filled with the smell of his spicy sweat and his dripping cock. Unhooking the towel from my waist, my cock sprang free, and, I began to slowly stroke myself. His eyes were still closed, but he had moved his hands down to lazily stroke his monster cock and knead his sweaty balls. I spread my legs, lightly bumping into his side and, when he offered no protest, letting it rest against his side. We sat there for a few minutes, lazily stroking. He was leaking so much that his strokes produced a quiet but audible smacking sound as his foreskin slid back and forth over his fat knob. Looking back at his face I saw he'd opened them, watching me as I looked at him. "You wanna suck it?" he half whispered. I just nodded in response, and moved down to the lower bench as he stood up. I grabbed hold of treetrunk of a cock with both hands, grasping the hairy root with one and skinning back his foreskin with the other. I immediately sucked the fat head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his ridge, lapping up the sweet precum and digging into the folds of his smelly foreskin. He moaned softly above me, enjoying the intense sensations. I pulled off of him, and began to tongue bath his balls, raking my tongue across his hairy sack and sucking his balls into my mouth, before swiping my tongue up the underside of his thick cock and swallowing him down. I could only take about 6 inches of him, but he moaned like I'd deepthroated him, and grabbed my head in both hands before beginning to thrust in out of my face. My eyes immediately began to water as he pounded his thick monster cock in out, punching into my throat and making me retch. He just kept face fucking me as hard as he could, almost encouraged by my gagging, grunting hard and aggresively. Soon he'd angled my head so he was thrusting in almost to his pubes. He pulled out completely, allowing me to cough and get my breath, before pushing my head back down onto him, slowly pushing in until my nose was nestled in his sweaty pubes. I breathed in as best as I could through my nose, inhaling the spicy muskiness of his crotch, the hair damp with sweat, undercut by a trace of chlorine. He pulled back out completely, giving me a split second to catch my breath and cough, before methodically slotting himself back into my gaping mouth, sinking back to the root of his wrist thick cock in a single, deliberate motion. He ramped up his pace yet again, and his long, deliberate strokes were began devolving into a rapid series of hard jabs, pulling out only an inch or so before slamming back in. His heavy balls were smacking me on the chin, as he fucked himself in and out of my spasming throat, panting and huffing as he felt the muscles clenching around him and milking at his engorged cock head. He fucked me like this for a few minutes before he began to grunt louder, loudly whispering, "I'm gonna fucking come, man." He pulled out until just the head was resting on my tongue, stroking the rest of his shaft, and began to unload, moaning and panting on each volley of hot, thick cum. He must have unloaded a dozen shots down my open throat. It must have been intense for him, because his hands dropped down to my shoulder and the bench behind me as his knees buckled. I sucvked his massive cock back into my mouth, licking him clean and getting the last drops of cum out. He shuddered from the sensation, and pulled himself from my mouth. I let go of his cockhead with a loud smack. "Thanks buddy," he said in a shaky voice. "No problem man," I said back to him. "You have an amazing cock." He just smiled, and ruffled my hair. "Maybe I'll see you around here again," he said, before turning to grab his towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he opened the door and exited the sauna. I sat there for a moment, collecting my thoughts. That was an intense blowjob, and I loved every second of his fat cock ramming me, the way he came to life the moment his cock was down my throat, the furious face fucking he'd given to me and the taste of his sweet cum as it splashed down my throat. I really hoped I'd see him back here. After catching my breath for a few minutes, and letting my boner go down a little, I wrapped the towel around my waist again and opened the door. I needed a shower badly, I was covered in sex sweat. Nobody else was in there as I went to the gang shower, hanging my towel up on the hook and stepping into my flip flops. I picked a shower head by one corner and began soaping up, lathering my body down. As I thought about the events of the day, my hand wrapped around my cock which had begin to fill out again. Now was as good a time as any to bust a quick load, I thought. I got another pump of soap and began stroking my rigid cock, putting one hand up against the wall as I fucked into my fist. My eyes closed in pleasure, I must not have heard the other man come in, because I suddenly heard an exaggerated cough. Opening my eyes and looking over, I saw it the was furry, bearded man who I had first seen in the changing area. He was standing in the threshold of the showers, his towel still wrapped around his waist, grinning widely at having caught me. I had stopped stroking as soon as I saw him, and blushed a deep red as he chuckled at me. "Sorry buddy, don't let me stop you." He undid his towel, hooking it on the wall behind him, and entered the room, choosing the shower head across from me. He had an amazing package, a wide, soft cock with a thick, mushroom head hung down six inches, set over a pair of nuts as big as golf balls, all surrounded by a thick bush that spread up into his fur covered stomach and down onto his hairy legs. My erection, which had never gone down, throbbed at the sight of this guys delicious looking dick. He turned around, showing off his hairy back and firm bubble butt. It was covered in coarse black hair, thickest in the crack and fanning out onto his lower back. He began to soap up, his ass cheek clenching as he scrubbed his hair down. "Nice looking dick, man," he said in his deep baritone voice, glancing over his shoulder at me as he began to scrub his chest. "No need to be shy with a piece like that." I slowly began stroking my thick eight inches. "Same to you man," I replied. He turned around, flashing that toothy smile again, and showing off his now rapidly hardening cock. It was growing steadily, pulsing full with blood at every heartbeat. I watched as it thickened out, easily the girth of a pringles can, and the shaft lengthened to what looked like at least a foot, with a slight curve upwards. His swollen cockhead was the size of a peach. Considering his height, it looked shockingly huge in proportion. "Mind if I join you?" he said, beginning to stroke his monster cock. Even his large hand wasn't big enough to close fully around the girth of it, leaving a good inch of exposed skin between his fingertips. I just shook my head in response, dumbstruck by the massive cock in front of me. This guy was an absolute stud, with a genuine donkey dick, bigger than anything I'd ever seen. With one hand he made long, firm strokes on his cock while he started pinching his nipples with the other, occasionally kneading his hairy pec. I matched his strokes, and began to play with my own nipples as he began to softly moan. "Feels so good to jerk off for someone man," he said, stepping slightly closer to me. I moved forwards as well, now standing only a foot or two away from him. "Looks like you've got a lot to show off man," I said. He smiled at that. "It's why I love the locker rooms buddy. Someone always wants to watch." He began to use both hands on his cock, holding them together and fucking in and out of them. With both stacked, he still had a few inches of thick poking out the top. We matched each other's pace, speeding up and creating a rhythmic slapping sound which was audible over the running water of the showers. As I watched, his massive balls began pulling up tighter to the root of his dick, and he started breathing louder and heavier. He looked right into my face, an almost pleading look in his eyes, his mouth hanging open slightly. "I'm gonna fucking come soon man," he whined. "Shoot your big load, buddy, come on man," I muttered in a low tone at him, trying my best to hold back from shooting until I saw him cum. "Fucking shoot for me man." He groaned loudly, his fists almost a blur around his dick, until, with a sharp hiss, he began to fire. His already fat cockhead expanded even further and the piss slit opened as thick, white ropes of cum began spewing out of it. He came so much it was almost like he was pissing cum, each shot accompanied by a loud grunt. I lost track of the amount of shots that fired out of him, but he shot far enough to drench my stomach, some of it even landing on my own dick as I jacked off, setting off my own cum. I shot with enough force to land on him as well, splattering against his still achingly hard cock and landing in his dense pubic hair. "Fuck yeah boy, fucking shoot your load on me," he growled at me, his deep voice adding to the pleasure of my orgasm. All the memories of the past couple hours were mixed in a swirl of lust as I finally shot my pent up cum. "Oh fuck! Fuck man, holy shit!" I screamed as I began firing. My first shot landed in the center of his hairy chest, and he growled in approval. I kept shooting my load, thick ropes of white cum rocketing out of my pulsing cock, landing on the stranger's furry chest and cock. I stood there in the throes of my orgasm, huffing and puffing as I kept unloading. It was a huge load, at least a dozen shots. "Fuck yeah buddy, real nice cum," the man said. I just grinned stupidly at him, still in a daze from the intense orgasm I'd had and in lust with all the men I'd played with that afternoon. "Thanks for the show buddy, maybe I'll see you around here again," he said, winking at me as he washed my cum off of his chest and shut the shower off. As he walked past me, his massive, deflated cock swung heavily with his steps, leaving me alone in the shower. I was definitely going to have to keep coming back here. Who knew how many other horny guys came to play at this place, and how many could I play with?