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.
[to be continued]
And yes, the football player is now a coach. I wonder whether he still gets hard in locker rooms.
_____
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.
[to be continued]
