Chicago Swimmer By Andy Hamilton
This story happened to me about two years ago. I'd just moved to Chicago and was trying to find a gym with a pool. I found one that wasn't super close to my place, but was new(-ish), clean and not too expensive.
That was why I signed up, anyway, but pretty soon I realized that the reason I kept showing up was the locker room. For some reason, maybe over the course of a few renovations, they were massive and weirdly laid out. In addition to a handful of private stalls, the gym still had a gang shower set behind the locker area, a little out of the way of the regular flow of traffic.
That might make it sound like there were guys cruising left and right, and maybe there were, but it was also pretty busy, so if there was a lot of funny business going on, I usually missed it. (I can be a little oblivious sometimes.) What I loved was just the chance to get to see so many guys naked. Old guys, of course, but also some really fucking hot guys. I never figured out exactly what it was, but I think there was some kind of military establishment in the area, because every time I was there it seemed like there were at least two or three young, fit guys with short hair hanging out naked. Sure, they all seemed straight, but it was still a pretty nice treat to get to see after a swim.
I used to hit the pool either before work or on my way home like just about everyone else in Chicago it seemed, so there was usually a pretty solid flow of guys coming and going in the locker room, in addition to some older guys who seemed to spend all their time just hanging out chatting and watching basketball on a TV set up near the entrance.
That week, though, I had a flight back to my parents' place early on Thanksgiving day, so on the Wednesday before, I ended up at the pool and it was a ghost town.
There were two or three people hanging around the front desk when I walked in and scanned my card, and I noticed one guy the minute I walked in. He was six feet tall, blue eyes and dirty blonde with just a little scruff. I have no idea what he was actually wearing, but my first impression was that he could have stepped out of a J Crew catalog. The thing that got me though was his smile. He'd walked in just a few steps ahead of me and was charming the older woman who always worked at the desk. Damn. He was cute.
I ended up fallowing him into the locker room and changing not too far away from him. (Don't get between me and my regular locker.) I admit that I checked him out the entire time I was changing, and I didn't rush to get out of there before him. He was wearing black briefs, and had a fantastic body--slim but defined and covered in just enough hair to make my knees weak.
Meanwhile, I was stripping down and pulling on my speedo. I wasn't trying to make anyone uncomfortable, but, again, I didn't kill myself to stay covered during this process, and while I was naked, I saw him check me out for just a second. He stared at my dick for a moment and then glanced up at my eyes. For a fraction of a second we made eye contact and--zing!--I could feel a jolt of electricity run up my body.
I gave him a little smirk, but at that point we were both moving forward in our routines: he had his headphones in and I was grabbing my goggles and heading for the pool.
Once I was in the water, that was all I was thinking about. People who don't swim don't understand that the hardest part of swimming is just remembering how many goddam laps you've done. Was this 7? Or am I already at 8? Better do it again to be sure. After 10 minutes I was in my zen place. Focus on the stroke. Focus on your breath. Feel yourself moving through the water. Blow. Flip. Pull yourself forward.
After a little less than an hour, I dragged myself out of the pool and headed back to the locker room. I'd pretty much forgotten about the guy I'd made eyes with on the way in until I walked into the shower and--Jesus Christ that ass!
He was positioned under the spout at the far end of the shower room, facing away from me, and with the suds and water moving around the cheeks of his tight little ass, I literally stopped short when I walked in. With his back turned he didn't see me, and I took a quick moment to drink him in: his arms were up over his head and I saw the water sliding down between his shoulder blades, over his butt and down his legs. He looked like a renaissance sculpture.
After just a second, I walked in and took a shower about halfway (ok, maybe three-quarters) of the way towards him. As I turned on the shower I focused my attention on the faucet and stood with my back to him as I put my hand in the stream of water and got the temperature right.
When it was hot, I moved under the spray and then turned around to find him looking straight at me.
I didn't want to stare right at his dick, so at first I looked him in the eye, smiled and gave a nod. He reciprocated and as he turned away THEN I looked at his dick. (I'd held out for all of three seconds. Someone give me a medal.) Even fully flaccid it had some heft, probably six solid inches, uncut.
We just stood near each other washing for a little while. Pretty soon I pulled off my speedo and let my own junk out, and we were just there naked together.
After a bit though, we both got a little bolder about looking, and it started to become clear that no one could really need to spend that much time washing his cock. We made eye contact again and this time he smiled at me.
"Good swim?"
"Not too bad. I was all alone in the pool."
"Nice. You swim here a lot?"
"Couple times a week."
"It looks like it."
By now, either he had the cleanest dick in the world or he was jerking off. His dick was standing at attention. To be honest, so was mine. I'm not usually that assertive in situations like this, but I decided what the hell. Be bold. I turned off my shower and walked over next to him. He grinned.
"Let me give you a little help there."
His dick was a good seven inches long with a solid bit of girth and a fantastic little treasure trail of trimmed pubes leading down from his belly button. With the soap that was on his body, it was already slick, and even though it was hard when I touched it, I could feel more blood flowing in as I gave it the first few wanks.
After a few seconds, he grabbed my dick (longer and slimmer, like me) and gave it a few pumps. It felt fantastic.
We stood there for a few minutes, jerking each other off in the shower before he leaned over and licked at my left nipple for a second, then dropped to his knees and, without much ceremony, started sucking me off. And, man, could this guy suck. Not a lot of guys can actually take me down to the base without cheating, but he could and it was fantastic. I just stood there on the tile with water flowing and watched him bob up and down on my hard cock.
After a few minutes, it was my turn, I pulled him up to his feet and dropped down to the floor. Unlike him, I started a little slower, kissing the side of his smooth, wet dick and letting it rub up against my cheek for a bit. Then I moved on to licking his head before I finally took him in my mouth.
I love getting head, but I love giving it more, and he was an amazing subject. He put his hands on my head and guided me, not aggressively but confidently as I went up and down on his shaft. It was rock hard and I could feel it hitting the back of my throat ask he gave a little thrust into my mouth. When I pulled off to give some attention to his balls, I saw his head thrown back in pleasure. I gave his sack a good tongue bath, then he pulled me up, and for the first time we kissed.
We stood there stroking each other off for a few minutes. When he said, "come with me" and led me by the dick towards the sauna.
As I said, the shower we were in was a little secluded, as was the sauna, but to get from one to the other you had to cut through the main changing area. I grabbed my towel and speedo as we walked out, but he didn't grab his and I didn't get a chance to cover up. He just marched me through the empty locker room with his hand on my hard cock the whole way.
When we got to the sauna, he pushed me onto a low bench so my face was at cock level.
"It's too wet in there. I wanted to finish you off without all that shower water around"
I went right back onto his cock and took it all the way in. Now, away from the water, I could taste his precum as I wrapped my tongue around his cock head. He put his hands on my head and, again, started pushing guiding me so I was aligned with his thrusts. At first I was using my hand to stroke his shaft along with my mouth, but my hands moved to his legs and then his ass, and he was just fucking my face, pulling his crotch into my face in rhythm. I could feel his dick hitting the back of my mouth and my nose was coming all the way to his short, light public hair.
He moaned, and I thought he was going to cum right in my mouth, but he pushed my head away and pulled his body back
"I don't want to come yet. I want to suck you," he said as he pulled away and then dropped to his knees while I sat before him
This time he spent a while licking up and down my shaft before deep throating the whole thing. He reached around my balls and pressed upwards on my taint, putting just a slight pressure on my prostate will also pulling me into his mouth. Between the heat of the sauna, the amazing feeling of his mouth and my view of his head and perfect back going up and down on me, it wasn't long before I was ready to bust.
I told him I was getting close and he switched up his technique, using his mouth to go up and down my shaft while his right hand worked the head. I could feel my body tense up as the wave of the orgasm hit.
"I'm coming!"
With that he pulled off my dick just enough to let my jizz hit him right on his scruffy chin and face, grinning the whole time. I fucking loved it.
As soon as I finished he bounced up so that he was now standing above me, jerking his cock fast. He was clearly already at the edge.
"Shoot on my chest," I said.
He was leaning forward. One hand frantically stroking his dick, the other on my shoulder. It only took a few more seconds before he burst. With a few grunts, he shot three fantastic spurts onto my chest (and a little, I admit, on the bench behind me. Sorry, other gym members!)
I reached up to squeeze the last few bits of cum out of his dick as he was panting above me, but his cock was too sensitive, and he just laughed and pulled away.
He'd come a lot, and it was running down my chest. "Shit, I'm glad I brought that towel," I said.
He laughed again. "Yeah, if someone comes along I'm not going to be able to pretend I was just sitting around in here." He spread his arms a little, totally naked, my cum still in his beard.
We cleaned up what we could and then scurried back to the shower to wash away the rest of the evidence.
As we washed up and changed, he was really friendly--obviously not the type to cum and then disappear. His name was Tom and he was a grad student studying physics. (Not what I would have guessed.) Now that the sex was over I was a little terrified at how risky we'd been, but it didn't seem to phase him at all.
We walked out together, said happy Thanksgiving to Rose at the desk and stepped out into the cold.
We were heading in different directions, and when I turned to say goodbye, he looked me in the eye, stepped right to me and kissed me standing in the freezing air on the sidewalk.
He flashed his grin one last time.
"Let's hang out again soon."
Yes!