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..when did it happen to you?
I was 10 or 12 years old, going to shower in the bathouse of the local swimming pool. I walked in and as soon as I entered the room, straightway in front of me was a very handsome, stocky built, totally naked full grown man. He was average height and had a dashing smile. He had chest hair that looked an inch deep, and he so comfortably yet casually showed me his total nudity. I was taken aback by his completely soft yet totally thick, hairy, bouncing cock. I was dumbfounded as a young boy by this man's virility and awesome masculinity. When he saw me he quietly smiled and went on his way. I dashed into the single shower stall in the small bathouse. He then remembered the knob was off of the shower faucet, so he walked directly into the stall with me and handed me the knob he'd placed up high on the brick wall in front of the shower head. I showered, and by the time I finished he was dressing and toweling his head full of thick hair.
I never forgot that day, even to this day. A young, impressionable and confused young boy got his eyes full of the epitome of manhood that day.
As far as I can remember I haven't seen him since.
Anyone have a similar story?
I was 10 or 12 years old, going to shower in the bathouse of the local swimming pool. I walked in and as soon as I entered the room, straightway in front of me was a very handsome, stocky built, totally naked full grown man. He was average height and had a dashing smile. He had chest hair that looked an inch deep, and he so comfortably yet casually showed me his total nudity. I was taken aback by his completely soft yet totally thick, hairy, bouncing cock. I was dumbfounded as a young boy by this man's virility and awesome masculinity. When he saw me he quietly smiled and went on his way. I dashed into the single shower stall in the small bathouse. He then remembered the knob was off of the shower faucet, so he walked directly into the stall with me and handed me the knob he'd placed up high on the brick wall in front of the shower head. I showered, and by the time I finished he was dressing and toweling his head full of thick hair.
I never forgot that day, even to this day. A young, impressionable and confused young boy got his eyes full of the epitome of manhood that day.
As far as I can remember I haven't seen him since.
Anyone have a similar story?