In my previous story, a swimming pool encounter, dated: Sun, 28 Jan 2007, I recalled how I used to go swimming aged 18 in a size too small speedos I 'd had since I was 14. This was to show off my body and hopefully get me
noticed. My body was never anything special. I grew up climbing trees and
ropes, so it was defined but never as buff as I would have liked it lol. I didn't grow up in a gay environment and I would have been treated an
outcaste if I had let on I was gay. So I used to tease instead whilst
acting the innocent. I was never camp or feminine, I just hoped other
males would look at me and wish they could have me no matter how straight
or bent they were lol. If anything should happen in my favour and I scored then wow, that was a great bonus! And in this chapter of life that
follows I did score and it was wow!
This was a neighbouring swimming pool. Not as big as the one in my home
town and fairly new. So I went there to try it out for a change. It was
early in the morning about 7:30am and not too crowded. Again at that time
of day it was lane swimming for those out exercising before school or
work. Having changed into my speedos I put my stuff in a locker and made
my way to the pool. Because it was new to me I seemed to feel hornier
than usual, so showed more of a strain than usual with my bulge. The
extra pull this had on my speedo's fabric meant they were less slack to
cover my pubes as comfortably as usual. At best the tops of my pubes are
always exposed. I was aware this time I had more bulge and bush on
display than was comfortable. I wasn't sure if I 'd even get away with it
in my local pool where others might have been getting used to me and my
appearance by now lol. Even so, I quickly made my way to the pool hanging
me towel in front of me for safe measure.
I sensed the water was going to be cold, but once the towel had been cast
aside I knew I had to get in quick to hide my growing embarrassment. Plus
one of the life-guards had noticed me approaching the pool. Eyes sharp
for anything new or different from the norm, as trained eyes are with
those watching out for others' safety. So I had to get in quick before he
decided to deny me entry. Holding my breath and thinking of england I dived in with a splash. The water was very fresh and invigourating. So
much so it snatched my breath away. I almost panicked, but hide my
difficulties as I thought I had, I must have looked in trouble. As my
head broke the surface and I opened my eyes again, I noticed the
life-guard watching me with eyes that showed concern. I tried to ignore
this discomfort as if everything was as it should be and got myself into
a steady rhythm of breath-stroking.
Once I reached the end I stopped to get my breath back and scanned my
eyes around to weigh up any potential teasing targets lol. The average
age range seemed obviously younger than in my local pool and the bodies
certainly fitter looking. I was enjoying this pool already. The
life-guard too caused my eyes to lock. I looked at him mainly to see if I had escaped his decision and whistle to exclude me from the pool.
Fortunately he showed no sign of concern. Instead though I noticed a
little smile aimed at me. I assumed this was because he saw through what
was supposed to be my cool calm macho'd entry into the water throw any
street cred I may have thought I had out the window. Recognising this I hoped he hadn't noticed how red faced I became at my self conscience. I quickly launched myself from the edge to swim another length to hide my
I love swimming and grew up with it, but I 'm no dolphin in the water and
neither am I a struggling worm trying to at least reach the doggy-paddle
stage. If anything I try and swim as hard and as fast and as swiftly as I can in order to feel the effects on my chest and arm muscles. My
comfortable style is breath-stroke, but I have to put power behind it to
make progress, because I 'm too lazy to dither in the water, if that makes
sense lol. But one length at a time is about enough for me before I 'm
panting for air. After all these years I 've still not got the breathing
rhythm right. I tend to hold my breath and go for it. If I 'm aware others
are watching and thinking how silly I look, I tend to try my lengths
under water. I 'm quite good at holding my breath and am probably as quick
under water as on the surface. I noticed the life-guard was still looking
at me and still had the shadow of his previous smile on his face.
I was 18, I guessed him to be in his early 20s. He sat in his
life-guard's chair over-looking the swimmers below him. He looked slim,
well built, around 5' 9 or 10', probably heavier than me too, around 11
to 11 1/2 stone, short fine brown hair and shiney glassy looking eyes. He
wore a red uniformed t-shirt and baggy blue shorts and flip-flops. The
whilstle hanging round his neck seemed to always be in his hand ready to
put to his mouth as and when. In short he was fit and my groin strained
me speedos all the more. And his eyes, those dark glassy eyes, kept
looking at me. It was time to show off.
As I stood on the ledge at the end of the pool, preparing to push myself
out for another length, I noticed his eyes were watching me again. So
instead of pushing myself out I just went under and sank. I let myself
reach the bottom then push myself away from the edge from there. I let my
stomach caress the floor of the pool the whole length to ensure I was
below the surface and deep all the way. When I reached the end I allowed
myself to skim up the tiles to the surface. When my head broke clear and
eyes had focussed I noticed the life-guard staring obviously towards me.
He had a big grin across his face as he readjusted his position in his
high-rise chair. I returned the smile and he winked.
My cock was now rock hard. I had to try and adjust it in my speedos to
make sure it hadn't and wouldn't pop out. I had to position it sideways,
but the sideband on speedos aren't very wide or tight. As I tried to
reposition it I was also aware of precum. This was great as far as I was
concerned. And if anyone noticed then kewl, especially if they were male.
Even more so if it was the life-guard. I wanted to make sure he knew
about it, but not that I was obvioulsy flirting at him. But I was, so it
became harder to try and act all innocent lol. Oh fuck it, I thought,
what's the point?
I started my next length, this time slow calm and relaxed. As I got level
with the life-guard I turned away from him towards the side of the pool
opposite him. An image I love is the physique of the male form lifting
himself out of the water. His skin soaked and lifting the water with it.
The water glistening against his skin as if oiled all over. Then running
back down his body pouring from any protrusions of muscular definition.
And finally the little beads of wet clinging to the skin surface like
condensation round a cool refreshing beer. I raised my hands to the
pool's edge and lifted myself up and out in one smooth action. Perfect,
but more so for one unxepected mishap. As I pulled myself up and out the
weight of the water pulled on my speedos who's cord had loosened in my
fiddling with my cock. So as I prized myself out, bending my knees to
place my feet on the edge below me, my bum slipped out me speedos and was
exposed to all who by chance may have witnessed my watery exit. The one
who certainly witnessed the event was the life-guard.
I kept calm and casually pulled them back up as if no great deal and
turned round. The life-guard was staring hard and had to me what seemed
like glea in his eyes and still that smile. I smiled back which broke
into a laugh. It could have happened to anyone and in such occassions
it's ok to be embarrassed. I automatically reached round to adjust my
front as well. My boner was obviously as hard as it was ever likely to
get and as hidden under the fabric of my speedos as efficiently as a cock
in a condom. I looked down, looked up into the laughing eyes of the
life-guard, and looked down again, pubes on full show. I jumped into the
water again. I held onto the side and quickly looked around. Had I made a
spectacle of myself. Fortunately not. Not that anyone was willingly
letting on anyway lol. Then I looked at the life-guard again. Was he
about to blow his whistle this time?
His look was focussed and direct. He twiddled his whistle in his hand
smiling that cheeky smile I was beginning to melt to. Then his other hand
reached to his cock, probably subconsciencely, and made an adjustment.
Straight or not, in my mind he was aroused lol. I winked at him then
submerged, breathing out every last bit of air to allow myself to gently
sink to the bottom where I just sat legs crossed and waited how long I could stay under. I had no goggles so any images were blurred. I had
noticed that there were far fewer people in the water now. I gathered
time must be nearing the end of lane swimming and supposed the pool would
be clearing up to prepare for school classes as with my local pool.
Still, I was in no hurry. Under the water I was away from everything and
relaxed. I tried to straighten my cock out with the intention that if the
pool was emptying, I 'd try swimming back-stroke with me bulge as raised
as a periscope for the final ultimate tease lol. But my plan was dashed
by a massive splash in front of me. I looked ahead and saw amongst the
swirl of air bubbles a mass of red. From the blur I recognised the shape
of the life-guard swimming towards me.
Fuck! Had he thought I was drowning? As he approached I smiled and held
up my thumbs to indicate I 'm alright. He looked like a male mermaid in
front of me. It's an image I 'll never forget. He held two thumbs up in
reply to mine and smiled. But with that he didnt surface. Instead he
reached down and grabbed my bulge and leaned in to plant a kiss on my
lips. My heart raced and suddenly I needed to surface. I felt his hands
under my pits helping me up. I feared responding all gobbledygooch so as
we surfaced I just said: 'saved!'
He relplied: 'anytime, but it's time to clear the pool now'.
I told him: 'i nearly drowned, you'll have to assist me back to the
'Yeah right,' he said, then squeltched his way flip-flopping in the
direction of what I assumed was the staff quarters.
Dissapointed, I grabbed my towel and headed for the showers alone. I was
alone in there so lathered myself up pretty well, especially inside my
speedos. My cock was raging and still oozing precum by the gallon it
'I've come to assist you,' I heard the life-guard's voice say.
'Kewl, just in time,' I replied, 'i was close to having a wank!'
'I can't allow that,' he said, and began to remove his saturated
I was surprised when he removed his shorts he had nothing beneath. But
then again I gather they must have been swimming shorts.
My eyes bulged like organ stops. I must have stared too long.
'What's up? Don't tell me you ain't seen cock before?'
Course I had, but he was stunning. And like me his cock was cut. He
reached over and began to lather up my shoulders again. I turned round to
face his and got to my knees. His cock was awesome and throbbing on me
face. I took it in, gliding his nob along my tongue. I then closed my
lips around it and sucked deep, moving my head up and down his length. I had no idea what time we had, so I worked at it fast, exploring every
milimeter of it with my tongue. As I sucked I let my fingers reach round
and probe his butt-hole. It was very tight. He groaned and pulled me up
again and we snogged. His mouth tasted great. I love kissing and playing
with tongues. He then pulled away and turned round, pushing his bum into
My cock was aching for action and here it was offered before me. I quickly stepped out of my speedos. He bent over pushing his face up
against the tiles. I leaned in on top of him biting gently on the back of
his neck. I rubbed my nob head against his hole, lubing it up with
precum. I thought I would explode before I got round to entering, he was
soooo fit and hot. Eventually I pushed against his entrance. A short
sharp groan escaped his lips and I was in.
His arse felt like a red hot fist had clasped my dick. I felt spasms
running up and down my shaft. I started pumping away between his
vice-like cheeks in long slow motions, savouring every moment. If I went
too fast it would be over in seconds. I had no idea of the likelihood of
being caught, I just took his relaxed attitude as an indication time was
on our side. So slowly and meaningful it was. I pushed him hard up
against the shower tiles so he was straightened and plastered between me
and the walls. His head was turned so our mouths could connect and our
tongues intertwine like mating snails (only faster lol). Eventually I had
to shoot. I couldn't hold back any longer. I told him I 'm goin to cum,
but he gave no indication for me to withdraw so I just filled him and was
more than ready too. I kept pumping till I felt every drop that could be
expelled had been and pulled out exhausted.
'That was awesome!' he exclaimed with that broad dimpled smile he had.
'Now my turn'
I turned round and found myself almost slammed into the wall. Before I had a chance to prepare myself he was thrusting himself into me. I screamed but he was hard in before I knew it. Fuck did it hurt! But
because of my scream he quickly clamped a hand over my mouth and thrust
harder and faster. I wanted him to stop yet at the same time to continue.
It hurt like hell yet at the same time was shoving me into ecstasy. I thought I was going to die, yet I was already in heaven. After a
fantastically scary ride through what risked being an eternity he shot
his load. I felt the heat and soothness of his cream inside me. The
friction died down and the pleasantries increased. He withdrew and turned
me round. His tongue rammed back down my throat. Eventually he stopped to
give me air. 'Are you alright?' he asked. I was exhausted but loved every
bit of it. I just grinned back.
'We've got to go,' he said, 'the next shift will be here soon'.
We dried each other off and he wrapped his towel round him and
disappeared. I got myself dressed going through in my mind all that had
happened. Today was a winner. Why couldn't every morning be as good?
As I entered the refreshment section for a coffee before my cycle home,
then to work, I saw him waiting in the hope he'd catch me. He grinned and
paid for my coffee for me. As we drank we shared the morning again and he
too wanted another go at this. He invited me back to his place after
work. I told him I didn't even know his name, so he introduced himsellf. I can't remember his name but it might have been alan - it rings a bell
after a kewl dude of the same name added me to his msn yesterday.