Have posted this on other sites before but thought it might be of interest here.
I was eighteen when it all started. I had decided to start swimming regularly after a few years of putting on weight. Tired of being the target of fat jokes, I made a plan to try and go swimming every day after college and it worked the weight started to drop off. Since I went straight after college, I mostly saw other kids and retired people so initially I didn't really notice the other activity going on there.
The first time I got an inkling was one night when I couldn't get there until 8pm. It was a quiet evening, a Friday I think, and there were only a handful of other people around though that included two attractive guys I made sure to catch a glimpse of when I could. By that point I had already realised I was attracted to other guys, school showers had always been tricky trying to prevent an erection in front of everyone. We had a particularly fit gym teacher who happily stripped down in front of us and was the subject of a lot of my wank fantasies.
So when there were any attractive men in the pool I would linger underwater to try and see as much of them as possible. Now this night they were both in one lane and I in the one next to them, at one point one of them was standing at the shallow end and the other swimming towards him with me just behind. As we got closer to him I thought I could see the standing guy adjusting himself through his trunks where maybe he was a little hard. However, although I was excited by it to a naive eighteen-year-old it wasn't the obvious sign that it later became.
Eventually both guys got out of the pool, not together but quite close after each other. I was sad to see them go, although they were both blond, slim and smooth and not the dark, big hairy guys I already realised I preferred they were still of great interest to my young cock.
I kept swimming for about 10 minutes before I too headed to the showers. The showers were communal, with the back wall having 4 shower heads and each side wall an additional two, though one on each of the side walls only ran cold so were rarely used. There was no door to the shower area so from one area of the charging rooms you could see straight in. From the pool side there was a large screen blocking anyone from seeing into there and a short passage between poolside and shower area but again no door which could be problematic. Thankfully the slapping of wet feet on the hard floor was usually enough to give warning.
That must have been the case that night as I didn't see anything outright obvious just a lot of little details. Firstly they were both naked, not unusual but not a given as some guys showered in their trunks, then they were in showers next to each other when there was no need to be, they could have been spaced out. Lastly as I got to the showers I caught a glimpse of movement a feeling they had both moved away from each other to face the wall and face the wall very determinedly they did. I suppose that they were both still showering after at least 10 minutes was odd as well. These weren't the greatest showers, usually either too hot or lukewarm so people didn't usually linger.
So I was intrigued and I made sure I got my towel and shower gel as quickly as possible to at least see more of them naked. Sadly one guy headed out while I was gathering my stuff but the other guy stayed. I was very tempted to take the shower next to him but chickened out, I certainly saw him looking at me which started to get me hard but he then also headed back to the changing area. Maybe he thought I looked too young to risk though most people thought I looked older than I was as I was tall and broad shouldered Just as likely though is he didn't want to let the other guy get too far ahead in the hope of hooking up outside.
After that night I became much more alert to what could be happening but I didn't really know for sure if they had been doing anything or if anyone else did but that was the first time the possibility of sex between men had appeared in real life and not just late night on Channel 4 so I didn't give up. I varied my schedule, going later in the evening more but the problem was even though there were more and sexier men than I usually saw the evenings were also very busy so there was no real chance for anything to develop. There were quite a few times I certainly felt that guys were looking at me closely and admiring my body which had been transformed after months of swimming but there never seemed to be the right opportunity and as I said my age might have put some off.
When it all changed was over the Easter holidays. I discovered then that lunchtime was a pretty good time to go with working guys coming for a swim in their lunch hour but not as busy as the evening. Being the holidays there could have been loads of kids but it was unusually warm for March and most people were outside in the sun.
It was only a few days in when I got my first moment. I was in the showers after a long swim, the changing rooms were empty and the pool had been quiet though there had been one guy I'd enjoyed watching but he hadn't been in long so I didn't expect to see him in the showers. I hadn't been showering long though before I heard someone coming in from the pool. It was him; he was probably around 40, in good shape though not a gym obsessive, dark hair and, particularly exciting for me, a nice hairy chest. He carried his towel and shower gel with him so after hanging up his towel and trunks on the rack he came straight into the shower.
I noticed his cock straightaway, even soft it looked impressive particularly as it was out of proportion with the rest of him as he was quite a bit shorter than I was. I had chosen one of the middle showers and rather than leave a gap he took the other that alone sent a jolt through my cock as I thought finally something might happen.
As he began to soap up I could barely take my eyes off him with the sight of his chest and cock getting me hard. I wasn't sure though just how blatant I could be, I didn't yet have the confidence to make a move myself and although there were signs he was interested it's always a risk so I turned away slightly to try and hide just how turned on I was. I kept looking as much as I could and noticed him looking at me but even then I couldn't be sure if it was in interest or shock at my now rock hard cock. It was only when I saw his cock start to grow that I began to calm down.
Soon we were standing there next to each other, both fully hard and switching between looking at each other's cock and faces. I was so desperate to reach out and touch his cock but even now I didn't have the nerve, I still couldn't be definite what was happening and he was much older. After what seemed like ages but can only have been a minute, he made the first move and reached out to hold my cock. Just the feel of his hand there sent a ripple of excitement through my body and he looked me straight in the eye as he began to stroke me.
The combination of the nervous energy and pent up frustration gave every stroke an added impact but although I could feel the pressure building already, I was determined not to miss out on touching his cock so I reached out, took hold and began to copy his movements. It was a little strange at first, he was uncut which I was not so the foreskin was initially surprising but as I worked my hand back and forth, I could see from his face it was starting to have an effect.
I meanwhile was getting closer to bursting, the sensation pulsing through my cock and to my whole body. He seemed mesmerised by the obvious effect he was having on me though nervous about the increasing volume of my moans of pleasure. So what he did next may have just been to keep me quiet but at the time just made the sensation even more incredible. He moved closer and began to kiss me, first on the lips and then probing deeper with his tongue. The feeling in my cock was already close to exploding and now this drove me right over the edge and I began to forcefully shoot my load all over him. I stood there barely able to move, as my body continued to shudder in pleasure as he stopped kissing me and paused to watch my reaction though keeping hold of my softening cock.
While he did so he took hold of his cock, which I'd let go during my orgasm and skilfully brought himself to the same point so that soon I could feel his cum land on my stomach sending another way of sensation through me. The showers had stopped during all this so for a few moments we stood there looking covered in each other's cum and he leaned in to kiss me again when suddenly we heard the changing room door open. You couldn't see straight in from the door so thankfully we had time to spring apart and start showering normally and actually whoever it was didn't initially come round the corner to where we could be seen but it was enough of a shock to bring me back to reality quickly and try to act normally as I washed his cum off my body.
My mind was in a whirl though, I'd just had my first kiss and my first sexual experience but in the showers of my local pool with a man more than double my age whose name I didn't know. I glanced over at him but he was determinedly acting if nothing had just happened and not looking my way. So I finished my shower and walked over to grab my towel as I did so I heard him follow me there and as I reached out to take it I felt his hand on my bum and a whispered thanks for that as he took his own towel and walked to his locker ending the encounter that had changed my life. In the next few years I would have a lot of fun in that place, particularly when I discovered the men only sessions in the separate sauna/steam room area.
I was eighteen when it all started. I had decided to start swimming regularly after a few years of putting on weight. Tired of being the target of fat jokes, I made a plan to try and go swimming every day after college and it worked the weight started to drop off. Since I went straight after college, I mostly saw other kids and retired people so initially I didn't really notice the other activity going on there.
The first time I got an inkling was one night when I couldn't get there until 8pm. It was a quiet evening, a Friday I think, and there were only a handful of other people around though that included two attractive guys I made sure to catch a glimpse of when I could. By that point I had already realised I was attracted to other guys, school showers had always been tricky trying to prevent an erection in front of everyone. We had a particularly fit gym teacher who happily stripped down in front of us and was the subject of a lot of my wank fantasies.
So when there were any attractive men in the pool I would linger underwater to try and see as much of them as possible. Now this night they were both in one lane and I in the one next to them, at one point one of them was standing at the shallow end and the other swimming towards him with me just behind. As we got closer to him I thought I could see the standing guy adjusting himself through his trunks where maybe he was a little hard. However, although I was excited by it to a naive eighteen-year-old it wasn't the obvious sign that it later became.
Eventually both guys got out of the pool, not together but quite close after each other. I was sad to see them go, although they were both blond, slim and smooth and not the dark, big hairy guys I already realised I preferred they were still of great interest to my young cock.
I kept swimming for about 10 minutes before I too headed to the showers. The showers were communal, with the back wall having 4 shower heads and each side wall an additional two, though one on each of the side walls only ran cold so were rarely used. There was no door to the shower area so from one area of the charging rooms you could see straight in. From the pool side there was a large screen blocking anyone from seeing into there and a short passage between poolside and shower area but again no door which could be problematic. Thankfully the slapping of wet feet on the hard floor was usually enough to give warning.
That must have been the case that night as I didn't see anything outright obvious just a lot of little details. Firstly they were both naked, not unusual but not a given as some guys showered in their trunks, then they were in showers next to each other when there was no need to be, they could have been spaced out. Lastly as I got to the showers I caught a glimpse of movement a feeling they had both moved away from each other to face the wall and face the wall very determinedly they did. I suppose that they were both still showering after at least 10 minutes was odd as well. These weren't the greatest showers, usually either too hot or lukewarm so people didn't usually linger.
So I was intrigued and I made sure I got my towel and shower gel as quickly as possible to at least see more of them naked. Sadly one guy headed out while I was gathering my stuff but the other guy stayed. I was very tempted to take the shower next to him but chickened out, I certainly saw him looking at me which started to get me hard but he then also headed back to the changing area. Maybe he thought I looked too young to risk though most people thought I looked older than I was as I was tall and broad shouldered Just as likely though is he didn't want to let the other guy get too far ahead in the hope of hooking up outside.
After that night I became much more alert to what could be happening but I didn't really know for sure if they had been doing anything or if anyone else did but that was the first time the possibility of sex between men had appeared in real life and not just late night on Channel 4 so I didn't give up. I varied my schedule, going later in the evening more but the problem was even though there were more and sexier men than I usually saw the evenings were also very busy so there was no real chance for anything to develop. There were quite a few times I certainly felt that guys were looking at me closely and admiring my body which had been transformed after months of swimming but there never seemed to be the right opportunity and as I said my age might have put some off.
When it all changed was over the Easter holidays. I discovered then that lunchtime was a pretty good time to go with working guys coming for a swim in their lunch hour but not as busy as the evening. Being the holidays there could have been loads of kids but it was unusually warm for March and most people were outside in the sun.
It was only a few days in when I got my first moment. I was in the showers after a long swim, the changing rooms were empty and the pool had been quiet though there had been one guy I'd enjoyed watching but he hadn't been in long so I didn't expect to see him in the showers. I hadn't been showering long though before I heard someone coming in from the pool. It was him; he was probably around 40, in good shape though not a gym obsessive, dark hair and, particularly exciting for me, a nice hairy chest. He carried his towel and shower gel with him so after hanging up his towel and trunks on the rack he came straight into the shower.
I noticed his cock straightaway, even soft it looked impressive particularly as it was out of proportion with the rest of him as he was quite a bit shorter than I was. I had chosen one of the middle showers and rather than leave a gap he took the other that alone sent a jolt through my cock as I thought finally something might happen.
As he began to soap up I could barely take my eyes off him with the sight of his chest and cock getting me hard. I wasn't sure though just how blatant I could be, I didn't yet have the confidence to make a move myself and although there were signs he was interested it's always a risk so I turned away slightly to try and hide just how turned on I was. I kept looking as much as I could and noticed him looking at me but even then I couldn't be sure if it was in interest or shock at my now rock hard cock. It was only when I saw his cock start to grow that I began to calm down.
Soon we were standing there next to each other, both fully hard and switching between looking at each other's cock and faces. I was so desperate to reach out and touch his cock but even now I didn't have the nerve, I still couldn't be definite what was happening and he was much older. After what seemed like ages but can only have been a minute, he made the first move and reached out to hold my cock. Just the feel of his hand there sent a ripple of excitement through my body and he looked me straight in the eye as he began to stroke me.
The combination of the nervous energy and pent up frustration gave every stroke an added impact but although I could feel the pressure building already, I was determined not to miss out on touching his cock so I reached out, took hold and began to copy his movements. It was a little strange at first, he was uncut which I was not so the foreskin was initially surprising but as I worked my hand back and forth, I could see from his face it was starting to have an effect.
I meanwhile was getting closer to bursting, the sensation pulsing through my cock and to my whole body. He seemed mesmerised by the obvious effect he was having on me though nervous about the increasing volume of my moans of pleasure. So what he did next may have just been to keep me quiet but at the time just made the sensation even more incredible. He moved closer and began to kiss me, first on the lips and then probing deeper with his tongue. The feeling in my cock was already close to exploding and now this drove me right over the edge and I began to forcefully shoot my load all over him. I stood there barely able to move, as my body continued to shudder in pleasure as he stopped kissing me and paused to watch my reaction though keeping hold of my softening cock.
While he did so he took hold of his cock, which I'd let go during my orgasm and skilfully brought himself to the same point so that soon I could feel his cum land on my stomach sending another way of sensation through me. The showers had stopped during all this so for a few moments we stood there looking covered in each other's cum and he leaned in to kiss me again when suddenly we heard the changing room door open. You couldn't see straight in from the door so thankfully we had time to spring apart and start showering normally and actually whoever it was didn't initially come round the corner to where we could be seen but it was enough of a shock to bring me back to reality quickly and try to act normally as I washed his cum off my body.
My mind was in a whirl though, I'd just had my first kiss and my first sexual experience but in the showers of my local pool with a man more than double my age whose name I didn't know. I glanced over at him but he was determinedly acting if nothing had just happened and not looking my way. So I finished my shower and walked over to grab my towel as I did so I heard him follow me there and as I reached out to take it I felt his hand on my bum and a whispered thanks for that as he took his own towel and walked to his locker ending the encounter that had changed my life. In the next few years I would have a lot of fun in that place, particularly when I discovered the men only sessions in the separate sauna/steam room area.
