The Weekend Swim Class

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  1. NCbear

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    This story is based on an experience I had when lifeguarding for a swimming class while in grad school in Greensboro. Yes, the hard-ons are real, but I’ve changed the age of the overweight guy to college age and significantly magnified the two guys’ interest in each other and in me. Enjoy!

    And yes, the football player is now a coach. I wonder whether he still gets hard in locker rooms.
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    The first time it happened, I couldn’t believe it. Years of being in swimming pool locker rooms and soccer locker rooms had shown me that semis were rare and hard-ons never happened. But this time, two of them were right there – practically staring me in the face.

    I was earning some spending money that semester as a lifeguard for a Saturday morning swim class at Bennett College, a small female-only HBCU in Greensboro near NC A&T. Oddly enough, there were two men in the 12-person class, one from Greensboro College and one from A&T. They could not be any more different if they’d tried.

    That first morning, the guy from Greensboro College – who was about the shade of Martin Lawrence in August and more than a bit heavyset – was obviously embarrassed to be seen in public in a swimsuit. He acted like guys do at the nude beaches: He stood there with his hands cupped over his groin. Initially, he didn’t want to go in the water at all, but then the Bennett women joked with him and made him feel comfortable. He had a great smile once he relaxed and realized no one was going to make fun of him. Maybe 5’6” and 180 pounds, he was a chunky little guy (well, little to me: I’m 6’1”) in his first year at Greensboro College. That was Alfonzo.

    The other guy, from A&T, was taller (at least 6’3”), stockier, with a thick waist and hairy chest. He had a goatee. He also had some thick pec, shoulder, and arm muscles – all of them overlaid with some of that football off-season extra weight. If you can imagine Will Smith with a wider neck, a hawk-like nose, and about 50-75 pounds on him, that was Jerome. Unfortunately, he moved extremely stiffly, like a robot with sand in his joints. It was really difficult to stay on deck whenever he moved out into the deeper water in the middle of the 1960s pool; I had to fight the urge to jump in and pull him out, he was struggling so much – really fighting the water.

    Me, I was about halfway between them in height, but a good bit paler, as well as a bit hairier than Jerome. I’d just grown my beard to look a little older. Maybe I weighed about 170 or 180 pounds at the time. Lanky, I think, was the word for me.

    They were tired when they got out of the pool after their 90-minute swim class. The men’s locker room door was near the shallow end of the pool, so we three walked down there. They’d been in the pool, so they took the two individual showers to the left of the door and I went to go change.

    I took off my T-shirt and then my swim shorts. As I got my street clothes out of my gym bag, I heard the showers stop.

    I put my clothes on, low speed, because I’d been standing for a while with a floatable lifebuoy in my hand watching the entire swim class. It had been a slow morning, but I’d been concentrating the whole time. I walked into the shower/bathroom area to piss and that’s where I saw them.

    Jerome was standing in front of the huge mirror over the three sinks flexing his pecs and finishing drying off. Alfonzo, beside and with his back to the mirror, was standing about five feet from Jerome drying his crotch. Or so I thought.

    After that first glance, I realized that Jerome’s cock was rock-hard and pointing arrow-straight at the mirror, its head still covered all the way to the tip with its foreskin wrapper. Jerome’s cock was short but really thick – it reminded me of a sweet potato (or yam, if that’s the word you understand).

    Alfonzo’s much longer and much thicker circumcised cock was in his hand, along with his larger balls, and he was actually massaging them with his hands through his towel. The wide purple head of his cock, not much lighter than his dark-brown shaft, was plainly visible every few strokes. Jerome’s eyes strayed to it several times as I stood there in shock, rooted to the spot. It was as though I’d stumbled into a porn film.

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    After a moment, they realized I was there. Jerome just stood there, meeting my eyes in the mirror as though he didn’t care that his erection was standing there like an elephant in the room. Alfonzo tried to cover up but couldn’t, of course: His nine inches couldn’t be hidden by a mere towel, no matter how large.

    I stood there for another moment and then smiled and said, “Excuse me.” I went to the urinal, pissed, flushed, and went back out to my gym bag, smiling again as I walked past them. They were still standing there, frozen, looking like two (horny) deer in the headlights.

    From then on, each Saturday morning I enjoyed a visual feast after swim class as Jerome stood admiring his body in the mirror as Alfonzo rubbed his own hard-on dry with his towel. I’d stand in the doorway between the locker area and the bathrooms, watching them. They didn’t do more than just look at each other, until The Day. Years afterward, I still think of it as The Day.

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    That morning, maybe Jerome had a revelation, or maybe he’d thought about it and wanted something extra. Something more than just glances in a mirror, no matter how arousing they were.

    That morning – about four weeks into the summer-long Saturday morning course – he stood there and started slowly masturbating in the mirror, watching his big hand pull his chocolate-brown foreskin back and forth over a pink head (the color of strawberry sherbet). I swear, it was as though two of the three Neapolitan ice cream flavors were right there in front of me. I couldn’t help licking my lips as his eyes met mine in the mirror.

    Alfonzo’s towel rubbing became more blatant when he saw Jerome start pulling off. His thick purple cockhead started getting shiny, and his thumb started moving over the pisshole with each up and down motion. The heavyset, shorter man stared at the football player as he moved both hands back and forth, up and down his thick veiny shaft. Jerome’s eyes cut over to him every few strokes, and Jerome’s chest started moving faster as his breathing sped up.

    I couldn’t believe it. My own cock was almost poking through the front of my swim trunks, and my mouth was dry. I wondered how far they’d go. I wondered whether they’d let me do more than watch….

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    Good story. Keep it coming!
     
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    My knees were getting weak, a sure sign of arousal since when I was a pre-teen. The temperature of the locker room seemed to be quite a bit higher than normal; we were all beginning to glisten with sweat, and my chest was beginning to turn red with my usual sex flush (I caught a glimpse in the mirror).

    I pulled down my swim trunks—startling Alfonzo and Jerome for a moment—and leaned back against the wall, my left hand stroking my shaft and my right cupping my balls, eager to watch the show.

    Jerome started leaking pre-come from his pink cocktip. He took his index finger, scooped some up, and rubbed it slowly over his hard nipples. Alfonzo wordlessly held out his hand, palm up. Jerome cupped his hand under his now dripping cock and caught some clear fluid. He reached over—ignoring Alfonzo’s outstretched hand—and smeared his wet palm over the engorged purple head of Alfonzo’s cock as the younger man thrust his hips forward in extreme pleasure.

    “AAAAaaaahhhh!” Alfonzo moaned, his knees buckling. I could sympathize: I could hardly stand up, too!

    The sound of hands spanking cocks was loud in the otherwise quiet locker room, the wet slapping noise making it obvious what we were up to. Our eyes glanced from one straining cock to another, enjoying the sight of the other two jacking off.

    Our breathing gradually grew hoarse, and our chests started rising and falling faster and faster as our hands moved up and down faster on our thick shafts. Soon . . . .

    Then suddenly, the hallway door opened and a deep male voice called out, “Y’all ready to come on out of there, guys?” It was the security guard!

    [Tall, lanky, and dark as Djimon Hounsou, he had Tyrese’s exotic features, his eyes tilted up at the corners. I’d seen him walking around—or standing, hipshot, with an enormous long thick bulge—the size of an adult squirrel, including the tail—stretching his gray polyester pants. I’d noticed his eyes following the ladies, but also from time to time he looked like he was checking out some of their men—particularly the worked-out ones in athletic shirts who showed big pecs, delts, and traps.]

    In a flurry of activity, Jerome and Alfonzo had already wrapped themselves in towels. But I held up a hand, motioning them to “wait and see.”

    “Not quite,” I said. “But you’re welcome to come on back.”

    He came around the corner and his nostrils flared. I guess we really smelled like sex, two of us pre-coming and the third using the pre-come to jack off. And all three of us had worked up a sweat.

    His dark face broke into an awkward smile, his teeth gleaming in the fluorescent lighting. “Whatchall been doin’, back here all alone?” His voice quivered a bit with nervousness.

    “Nothin’ much,” I said, my hard-on still poking out above the waistband of my lowered swim trunks. “Just havin’ a lil’ fun.”

    “Fun, huh?” He grinned. He glanced up and down my body, then looked closely at the other two, obviously realizing what he was seeing. “Doesn’t look so little.”

    He leaned back against the wall, one foot up behind him, and all of a sudden the thing in his pants grew from squirrel to anaconda size. He ran his palm over the thickening, throbbing bulge.

    “Wanna join us?” I couldn’t help asking.

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    “Yeah, man,” he breathed, slowly pulling his cockhead—the size of a tennis ball—down his leg.

    Soon, there were four of us breathing hard as we watched each other jack off. The security guard’s cock was the largest and thickest; his cockhead was as dark as the shaft skin, and his balls hung low in his huge sack. His circumcision scar was an inch wide. Alfonzo’s thick cut cock was the next largest, purple-headed, the skin drawn so tight that his bell end shone. Jerome and I had the smallest cocks, his a little thicker than mine, mine a little longer than his, both of us pre-coming like crazy now that the security guard had joined our fun, both of us uncut and stroking our skins back and forth over our pink cockheads.

    I held my hand under my dripping cock and then offered it to the guard as lube. Wordlessly, he scooped it out of my hand and slathered it all over his cockhead and shaft.

    He started pumping faster, his nipples poking through his uniform shirt, his arm muscles flexing like ropes on an Alpine climber’s belt with every up-and-down motion.

    Alfonzo and Jerome, still a bit shocked, stared at the guard as he brought himself closer to coming. Each was stroking his cock a little slower. My own tempo was almost as fast as the guard; I wanted to come with him.

    Suddenly, he pushed away from the wall and bent his legs into a crouch, thrusting his hips back and forth as his thick cock—now almost the width of my wrist and the length of my forearm—moved in and out of his two big hands, his palms slicked with pre-come.

    “Oh, oh, OOOHHHHH! DAMN, that feels good!” He shouted his pleasure as his balls lifted up to snuggle under his thick shaft. He turned to face the mirror and bent his knees into a deeper crouch, thrusting his hips harder and faster, his head thrown back and his mouth open and panting.

    “Ooh! AAHHH! Ooohhh! AAAAAaaaahhhh!” He was really getting noisy, his grunts and moans echoing off the walls. Jerome’s and Alfonzo’s eyes were like saucers, but their eyes were glued to the guard’s erotic performance.

    I knew I was getting close. Every stroke was like an epiphany. In about five or six more strokes, I felt that old white lighting welling up from my balls . . .

    “AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhh!” the guard screamed, his cock pulsing as his come shot out in spurts that splattered all over the mirror.

    “OOOOOoooooohhhhhhh!” I moaned as my thick white streams of come shot onto his dark muscular leg and gray uniform pants. I didn’t even have enough presence of mind to worry about cleaning anything up, I was so lost in the moment, so far gone in my own sexual haze.

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    Then, it was Jerome’s turn.

    “Oh, DAMN, oh, oh, JESUS, I’m COMING, I’m coming, I’M COMING!!” he shouted, his muscular football player’s arm almost a blur as his come spurted onto Alfonzo’s crotch (he’d turned at the last minute).

    He staggered back against the sink, breathing hard, milking his cock up and down, as Alfonzo began to come.

    “Oh, SHIT! Shit shit SHIT! AAAAAAAAaaaaaagggggghhhhhhh!” And Alfonzo’s ropy white strands of come pumped out of that big purple cockhead, slowly, collecting into a viscous puddle right next to his foot.

    We all paused for a moment, then the security guard started laughing.

    “Shit, that was fun! I like jackin’ off! Damn, y’all sure can come! And I mean come

    We couldn’t help it. We cracked up, laughing as our bodies cooled.

    Jerome grinned and said, “I’m up for another shower. Anyone else gonna take a shower?”

    Alfonzo raised his hand. I said, “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

    I turned my head and smiled at the security guard as the two college students went to clean off the rapidly drying come.

    “We’re here every Saturday.”
     
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    That was an incredibly hot story!
    Got me going too! LOL:smile:
     
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    what a great story! i can't wait to read the others. i've had similar experiences with other men, and i never had that much fun with a girl. in that situation, i would have sucked all three of them. i've been thinking about taking a swimming class, just to have a place to cruise other guys. now i'll do it for sure!
     
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    By the way, I take requests. If you have interesting characters who are fantasies of yours, I'd be happy to see what I can do.

    NCbear (who's currently thinking of a new story about a star athlete and a college/university maintenance man)
     
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