Swimming Pool Encounter

by jaggedhal0

31 Mar 2007 11221 readers Score 7.5 (22 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


I was eighteen lean and fit, but wanted to be fitter. I wanted boys to look at me, boys, men, any male of an age I could have sex with. Even if they couldn't, I wanted them to wish they could. So I spent the first couple of hours each morning jogging to the local swimming pool to tone me up and keep me fit and in shape. I used to wake up every morning with a boner, a raging hard-on that yearned for my attention. But I restrained myself because I hungered for the high that extra surge of testostorome running through me it would give. I 'd swing my legs out of bed, go to the toilet, then brush my teeth. I wanted my breath fresh and minty, my mouth pleasing to taste. Next I 'd throw my towel n speedos into my backpack along with roll-on and aftershave, throw on a pair of shorts and vest, sox and running shoes then set off on my jog, whatever the weather. I loved the jog, especially those I met on the way. I was often up and out before dawn. In the dark the world was all mine, or at least that's what it felt like. Mine and those I met. 

Those would be the milkmen, postmen, paperboys, dog walkers and other early risers. Not a lot but enough to know I wasn't the only one up. Nothing happened with them except the stirrings of hope, expectations and fantisies they evoked in me as I made my way to the pool. I often wondered if they ever noticed my boner. It wouldn't have been difficult because I was more often than not running commando, with no underwear. I 'd work up quite a sweat running, so the last thing I wanted was friction burns for elasticated edges.

Once I had arrived at the pool I was straight in and running up the stairs to the main changing rooms. The changing rooms no longer had cubicles. They kept getting vandalised. So we changed in one huge open dormitory lined with benches. My eyes were like organ stops at the slightest sight of nakedness. Another part of me was likewise, only more raging, more pulsating. If I loved seeing the nakedness of others I assumed they may secretly think likewise towards me. I had no idea of anyone's sexual tendencies, only my own. But my theory has always been, even if someone is straight, they must at least be interested in another's nakedness, especially if the nakedness fit and firm like an artist's sculpture.

There was one young male there though, a couple of years or more older than me, who I 'd had my eyes on for a few weeks. He was one of my main insensitives for getting up in the early hours and keeping this fitness regime unbroken. I found myself dreaming about him, having fantasies about him and wanking over mental images of him. He was slim and rippled with muscular edges and outlines. His back was V shaped with broad powerful shoulders narrowing down to a small but firm looking bubble butt. His skin looked velvety smooth as if made of suede. His colour was even and brown as if he were poured into a chocolate mould. His hair was fuzzy and ragged. His eyes large and dark. But the best thing about his eyes were when they looked at me! I yearned to known what he thought when he looked at me. Did he feel the same towards me as I felt towards him?

If he had made a move on me I would have melted to his every whim. Did he want to or was he hoping I 'd make the first move? This was an area where I doubted gays would be tolerated, so I was scared to make any obvious indication to my intent and hopes. Instead I just had to settle for the innocent flaunting that I couldn't resist.

My speedos I 've had since I was 13 or 14, so strictly speaking they were too small. I liked that because they tucked my package up better, giving me that firm rounded look, and they never quite covered the tops of my pubes or the top of the smile my bum gave. I loved the idea that other men could look at me even if they were the type that would never want to touch, at least I could give them something to look at lol. If anyone didn't like it they never let on. Either way I just acted the innocent one just there for a swim.

At that hour of the morning it was lane swimming only and was never really full. Maybe ten people at the most. Mostly men before their office duties beckoned them to work and just a few women. The men ranged from late teens to elderly. The women tended to be mainly elderly. But that didn't bother me. It wasn't the women I was interested in lol. I 'd walk out to the pool holding me towel in front of me, so that if I looked offensive to anyone's eyes I was well protected. I was never aware of growling eyes but I 'd often notice the odd raised eye-brow accompanied with a sly smile. It was never long though before I was in the water breat-stroking my lengths. I 've always been a strong swimmer but never great. One length at a time was enough for me before I 'd make my return journey to the other end. The rest gave me time to evaluate who was around and who's attention I 'd like to grab lol. I 'd often home in on someone and do a length behind them, watching their rear view closely.

Then I 'd head off before them in the hope they'd follow with eyes fixed on my view. If I saw they had goggles I 'd always have a hard-on. Must be great to see clearly what's going on under the water-line.

So there I was pumping my all up and down the swimming pool when suddenly I noticed my coloured companion next to me. He must have got in behind me at some point without me noticing. He wore goggles. My heart pounded and he said hello.

He smiled at me with a sexy wink and started another length. He was a power swimmer taking his excercise very seriously. He had a great style.

If a dolphin had arms he would have swam as that dolphin would. My cock was busting to get out of me speedos. I tried to follow him in his wake but he was way too fast. I was barely half way by the time he had reached the end. My only consolation was that he would put his head under water as I tried to complete the length. Was he looking at me, I hoped.

Eventually the pool started to empty so that it could be prepared for the school sessions. I tried to be last but eventually gave in because of the beginnings of cramp in my legs. So I got out with only my fantasy and other finishing off their stints. By then my eyes were stinging too because of the chlorine, so as usual I made straight for the showers. I was there alone soaking myself and frothing up a good layer of shower gel over me. Of course I kept me speedos on but I washed inside of them too as thoroughly as if I weren't wearing them. But my hard-on was harder than usual and I found myself working on it too much. My washing became a wank and I was in a world of my own thinking what might have been. I was well horned up. Then I was aware he was next to me again. OMG he might have seen me wanking. I turned away embarrassed and hoping he hadn't spotted what I was up to. But he had.

As I let the soap rinse from me I felt his arms rubbing my shoulders. He was soaping them again. It felt good and I relaxed and my bulge got harder still. Then I felt his breath on the back of my neck. His lips againt my skin. His teeth against my ear-lobe. His hands working down around my stomach. His hard-on against my butt. I groaned but all I heard from him was a gentle shhhh. A hand slipped into my already untied speedos and wrapped around my aching shaft. I instantly felt an escape of pre-cum. My knees wanted to buckle. I felt myself being gently pushed up towards and against the tyles. I was waiting to feel his cock pushing

into my rear. I felt powerless but in heaven and I wanted this moment to continue for ever. However, the other chap, the last from the pool, suddenly appeared. He said nothing, but my colleague just stopped and left. Shit, shit shit I thought. I hate intruders. Couldn't he see we were busy. But then again this wasn't a gay world and I was lucky he didn't kick a stink. I finished rinsing and returned to the changing room. By then my man had gone. I never saw him again. I guess some dreams just aren't meant to happen. I continued my routine daily for a few months after that, still flirting for attention from whoever I could and still getting the winks and smiles. Eventually the habit broke and I stopped going too. But instead I found soho which quickly captured my attention. At soho dreams and fantasies often came to fruition, so although my encounter at the swimming pool was lost, I've more than made up for it since, but each of those are another and steamier chapter.

by jaggedhal0

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