Date: Sun, 1 Mar 2015 14:51:05 -0800
From: Bate Dudesea <batedudesea@gmail.com>
Subject: The man in the pool showers

This is my first story on Nifty. Happy to share after a decade of reading.
If you find this hot, or want to share your stories, email me:
batedudesea@gmail.com


This is a true story from when I was growing up in a smallish town in the
middle of a lot of nowhere.


When I was about 11, I was at the public pool with my mom. I was a skinny
kid, blond with blue eyes. I wasn't ever very athletic, so I had little
interest in actually swimming. I'd just play around in the water by myself,
since I rarely had any friends around and I was an only child.

I had always liked watching older boys and men in their swim trunks,
especially when they were wet and clingy. I always watched them get out of
the pool and couldn't stop staring at their visible bulges. I didn't really
know why I was so excited about this, but I was.

Another favorite game was to go underwater and try and see up their shorts
when they ballooned up. I would spend so much time under water, I'd be
gasping when I popped up. I'd do this for hours. I would catch glimpses of
upper thighs mostly, but every once in awhile I was certain I saw a smooth
nutsack pop out. I lived for those moments.

Of course, the other great thing about going to the public pool was the
locker room. My elementary school didn't have one for the kids so young, so
this was the only time I got to see other boys and men changing in front of
each other. It was amazing! They would all just take off their shirts and
pants and be in their underwear talking. Then off came their briefs or
boxers, and for the few seconds it took them to grab their bathing suit and
pull it on, I got to see boy butt, dick and balls.

The boys were usually a lot shyer and would try to hide, but I would find
ways to stare at the right angle so I could see more. I just couldn't stop
staring at the smooth balls and dicks of the other boys. I didn't
understand why I was so obsessed with them. Even though I'm sure some of
them saw me looking, no one ever said anything at that age. I was just
another curious boy.

Some of the men were shyer, but a lot of them seemed totally comfortable
being naked in front of each other, and in front of their sons. I always
got so excited I was almost shaking whenever I'd see a dad out of his
shorts, telling his sons to hurry up and helping them with his hairy balls
swinging and dick dangling. The dads never seemed to care that I was
watching, or maybe they didn't notice. But somehow it was always more
exciting when the naked dad was pulling down his sons shorts to and helping
him into his bathing suit.

Of course, some of the men's sons were older boys, teenagers. They didn't
need help getting dressed, and usually hid from their dads. Always better
for me because it meant they turned out toward where I was. A lot of the
teens had some hair on them, too, and their dicks were almost as big as
their fathers'. It was kind of cool to think I'd grow up to be big and
hairy like them, and of course I loved watching them as much as the other
boys and men.

There were also men there by themselves.

In the middle of the swim session, I went to pee in the locker room. When I
walked in, I saw a man in the shower alone, probably 30, with a hairy
chest, pretty thin guy. No one else was in the locker room.

He made eye contact with me, and I quickly looked away. I looked down in
front as I walked by, but kept glancing to the side to see what I could
catch of him showering. He was wearing a jockstrap in the shower. I'd never
seen anyone do that before, but it looked hot.

I went pee and when I came back around the corner, I saw him still looking
at me. I stopped and pretended to be tying my drawstring over and over,
while I kept sneaking looks at him in the shower.

Now he was lathering himself up with a bar of soap, including the pouch of
his jockstrap. It seemed fuller than when I first saw him. I thought it was
weird he was washing his jockstrap, but I guessed maybe he was too shy to
get naked in the showers.

I realized I couldn't keep tying and retying my drawstring, so I went into
the shower too, and took one of the group shower poles one over from his. I
stood on the opposite side so I could see him, but hide behind it if he
caught me looking. I didn't have any soap, so I just let the water wash
over me, still in my swim trunks.

He caught me looking at him again, and I averted my eyes. Of course, I was
back staring at his lathered jockstrap within seconds. He just kept washing
himself, so he must have liked being clean.

Every time I glanced up he caught my eyes. I was nervous he was going to
catch on that I wasn't really showering.

Then, he suddenly pulled the pouch of his jock to the side and out came his
dick. I'd never seen a man's cock other than my dad's, and his was always
soft. This one was definitely hard. And his balls and pubes were hairy,
like his chest and stomach.

He started stroking it up and down, keeping the bar of soap in his hand as
lube. I was stunned and frozen in place.

Eventually I realized I was staring and looked up to see him looking at me
again. I thought for sure he caught me and was going to be mad now. But he
just kept stroking his dick.

I felt a little more bold seeing him show more, almost naked. So I
nervously pulled down my swim trunks and started running my hands over
myself like I was showering too. He kept staring at me, and I was really
nervous. I guessed by now it was okay to stare back so I just watched his
big man balls bounce with the soap and water dripping from his hairy
ballsack every stroke.

No one had ever taught me to jerk my dick before. I'd only ever played with
it a little bit, and I stuck it in the hot tub jets at home a few times.
But now, watching him, I tried it. It had already gotten hard, and I
stroked it while he watched me, and I watched him.

His mouth had fallen open and he was breathing hard. I couldn't have moved
from that spot or stopped gawking if I'd wanted to. I was mesmerized.

Then suddenly someone started walking into the locker room from the pool. I
quickly pulled my shorts up and and turned off the shower and walked out of
the shower room back to the locker area.

It was open to the shower room, so I could see the man in there. He had
covered his dick back up and turned away so you couldn't see his big
erection.

The guy walking in was about 17. He looked over and started talking to the
man in the shower. They knew each other! I wondered if he was the man's
son, or just a friend.

I went over to the locker that had my stuff inside, and pretended to move
things around and pack up, so I could watch more.

They made conversation and the man kept looking at me from time to time.
His erection had gone down, but his pouch still reminded me of what was
underneath. The young guy got in the shower in his swim trunks to wash off
the chlorine, while the man turned his shower off.

Then, he asked the 17 year old if he wanted to use his bar of soap. He said
sure and started lathering himself up with it. All I could think about was
that the bar of soap had just been stroked up and down the man's cock and
hairy balls, and now it was on this hot teenager's body. I wondered if the
teen guy knew.

I spent another 10 minutes making excuses to be at my locker while they
talked, got changed and packed up their stuff.

Suddenly, my mom was yelling for me at the entrance. It had to have been at
least 30 minutes since I went into the locker room, and now the session was
over. I packed up all my stuff, and walked as slowly as I could out of the
locker room.

The man and the teenager watched me the whole way, without saying a word.

To this day, I always wonder what could have happened if I'd been bolder,
or if we'd had more time. I always wonder if the man and his son would jerk
off together in the shower like that, or more. Or if it wasn't his son, if
he would have picked me up as another young boy to play with.

I went back to the pool many times after that, and I always looked for
either of them, but never saw them.