Showing Off at the Pool

by Paul (paulrun4@yahoo.com)

In the summer I swim every day at a city pool after getting off work. I’m a sports caster at the local news station. I look pretty good for my age if I do say so myself but took up the swimming to stay fit.

It’s not a bad pool. Standard Olympic-sized with a couple of diving boards at one end. Pretty basic but that’s just what I need. There’s almost always a lap lane open. I also like it for its men’s locker room. It’s basic too. Concrete walls and floors. One wall lined with urinals, another lined with toilets. No toilet stalls or doors, just concrete dividers for holding toilet paper. A wooden bench in the middle of the room. A few sinks, a mirror. An open shower area with a couple old-fashioned shower stands, the kind that has four nozzles attached to the top of a vertical pipe.

I’m in the habit of showering there every day after my swim. Since I come in the evenings the pool isn’t very crowded but there are always guys coming in and out of the locker room, mostly to take a piss. I usually take the shower head closest to the door. Anybody who walks into the locker room sees me that way. People rarely use the showers, and when they do, they usually keep their suits on. I take everything off, relaxing, washing the chlorine out of my hair, soaping up my body. A whole thorough cleaning.

It’s a public pool so every now and then you get some rough types there. There’s always a police officer hanging around for security. One evening after a good long swim I'd just slipped off my trunks to shower when two fully-uniformed officers walk in. One of them is young, looks like mid-twenties, tall, lean, tan, with a buzzed light brown hair cut. I’ve seen him at the pool once before. The other one is older and stockier. He wears his hair short too. It’s dark with some gray above the side burns. I’m the first thing they see when they walk in. I look up at them and stand there holding my trunks out in front of me. They stop a few feet from the doorway and look around the room authoritatively.

After a few seconds they acknowledge me. The old one takes the lead. Anybody else come through here lately? he asks. He’s all business.

Nope, just me. What’s the problem officer? The young one walks by me and paces around the room a bit, peering over the toilet partitions.

Indecent exposure report, says the old one. He steps by me to glance into the shower. Some creep running around flashing people. Last seen here at the pool, thought he might’ve ducked in the lockers. He stops a few feet away from me and looks me up and down real careful. I keep my trunks held out in front of me, feeling exposed. He’s staring me down and then the young one comes and gives me a thorough once over.

He don’t fit the description, Ned. The guy ain’t here. The old one nods and pulls out his radio. He has big hairy forearms. Then the young one pipes up again. Hey, I’ll be damned, he says. You’re on TV. Real big grin on his face. He recognizes me. I can breathe a little easier. I flash the old TV grin.

Yeah, that’s right, I say. He’s watched my station since high school. He tells me his name and asks me if I remember his team. I look up toward the ceiling to think. I’m getting more comfortable now so I let my suit drop to the bench beside me and cross my arms. After a moment I tell the young guy I can’t recall. So he tells me his name and the school he went to and I manage to place him with the basketball team there. The kid looks thrilled. He glances at the old guy. He’s showing off for him. The old guy has put up his radio and stands there listening with his hands on his hips. Now the young guy wants to talk sports, and here I am, standing naked. I’m happy to oblige because I think the kid is cute. But his boss makes me feel even more naked the way he’s staring me down. It’s okay though. I have nothing to hide.

The old guy doesn’t seem very interested in joining our conversation. He strides over to one of the toilets while we’re talking. He unzips and a stream of piss hits the toilet water. It’s almost loud enough to drown out our talking. It lasts a while. As it fades out he says over his shoulder, Well fellas, hate to interrupt this bull session, but duty calls. He shakes dry and turns around to us abruptly, zipper undone, all of him hanging out there. He isn’t wearing underwear. All of a sudden I feel small and shriveled from the cold water I just walked out of, and I give myself a couple inadvertent nervous tugs. He walks back over toward us and makes a to-do of re-tucking his shirt, still unzipped and hanging out. Looking at his partner he says, Ready to hit the road?

Sure, says the young one, and turns to me, offering his hand. Hey, it was good to meet you.

Good to meet you too, I say, smiling and taking his hand. It’s a firm handshake. When the old guy offers me his hand he’s zipped up again. His handshake is a vice. His look takes in all of me. I notice I’m not so small anymore, and maybe he does too.

Real pleased to meet a celebrity, he says. I just smile. Then I wish them good luck with finding their man, and they thank me while walking out, the young one in front.

I get in the shower. I use one of the less visible ones because now I’m hard and there’s no hiding it. I think about what just happened. The three of us, showing off for each other. Something different about the old guy. I wonder about him. I wonder what it’s like when just the two of them are together.

Naked at the Park by bare

 A while back I connected with a guy online who expressed an interest in getting naked in public places, taking some risks, but generally playing it as safe as possible.  He was looking for a buddy to share this with to add to the fun and adventure of it all.  We agreed to meet at a park he was familiar with a couple of hours before dawn one warm summer morning.  The park covered many acres and had running trails, wooded areas, picnic tables, and wide open grassy areas.   The land was not flat, but rolling, which was nice.  Naturally I was a bit nervous, but when I pulled into the parking lot I recognized his vehicle immediately, based on his description, but was somewhat unnerved that there was another vehicle there also--an old, beat up pickup truck.  I was wearing a pair of Adidas split jogging shorts with the lining removed and running shoes.  I got out of the car and let my eyes adjust to the darkness.  There was just enough moonlight to make my way to the nearest trail.  It was spooky because the parking lot faced an area of picnic tables and the trail led directly into a heavily wooded area.   He was nowhere to be found, so I thought what the heck, he's probably watching me right now to be sure I'm not a cop or total lunatic.  Then I began to wonder, what if this guy is a cop or a total lunatic?  I quickly dismissed the idea as we had shared enough online to get a good feel of our mutual interests.   As soon as I got a few yards down the trail I caught sight of someone disappearing around a large oak tree.  We had both brought small flashlights to use sparingly.

 "Hello, anyone there?" I called out.

He stepped out from behind the tree.  He was wearing running shorts and shoes  just like me--no shirt.  He had dark hair cropped short, a handsome face with brown eyes, a thin but muscular build, a nice chest that tapered down to a flat stomach with nice abs and trim waistline.  Definitely a few years younger than me.  We chatted briefly, feeling one another out, establishing a sense of trust and familiarity.
 

 "Follow me," he said, and off we went in the opposite direction, passing the picnic tables and parking lot where I had just been. 

"I guess you noticed there's another vehicle here" I said. 

"Yea, and I know the guy, not personally, but I've seen him around a lot, he collects cans for recycling, keeps to himself, doesn't bother anyone.  A bit of an outsider, harmless." 

We came to a stop on the running trail at the top of a rise with a vast expanse of grass.   

"Shall we?" he asked, as he stepped out of his shorts.  I immediately did the same.  The thrill was suddenly upped several notches.  He took off running, I followed beside him.  This was a rare experience for me and I felt exhilarated running naked with another naked guy in a public park.  We stopped at the next picnic table along the route to catch our breaths and he dropped to his knees and began sucking my cock.  When I felt the urge to suck him, he took off running, with me in fast pursuit, soon catching up to his side.  Because it was a large park I was unfamiliar with, I had no idea where we were.  The trails branched out in several directions, there were restrooms, shelters, picnic areas with bar-b-cue pits, and other things I couldn't really see very well.

 "Let's go that way," he said, "we'll pass right by the man collecting cans."

"You think that's a good idea?" I asked doubtfully.

"Sure," he said, "he'll look up, maybe, but won't say anything."

"Sounds like you've done this before," I said, feeling a bit more confident.

"Couple of times," he responded.  "He moves around a lot so it's kind of hard to completely avoid him.  It's not a problem."

 Even though it was still quite dark, as we approached the next picnic table I could make out the silhouette of a man leaning over a garbage can.  I could hear the sounds of his digging through the garbage.  Right at the point where we were about the pass right by him, my friend stopped.  He was stroking his cock.  There was a slight breeze and my high was still peaking.  He dropped to his knees and took me down into his throat.   The stranger was only a few yards away, but I'm not sure what he could or couldn't see.  After a couple of minutes, we walked on, and my friend explained to me that the park only had one entrance so it was easy to see anyone entering the park, and if we missed seeing them entering, we would be able to see all the cars in the parking lot from a safe vantage point.  At this point in our adventure there's not much more to report other than the both of us were having an awesome time, exploring the park, naked, feeling the breeze on our bodies, stroking and sucking cock.   I decided that I really liked this guy.

Before long the rise of the sun began slowly turning the darkness to dull light.  We noticed the headlights of a couple of cars enter the parking lot, but they all just circled around and left.  When we got back to the parking lot, I felt both a sense of disappointment that our fun was coming to an end, as well as a sense of excitement because it was getting lighter by the minute and we were becoming more visible in our naked play.  Joggers would soon be arriving.  Still, it was early.   It would be just as easy to put on our shorts as it was to pull them off.  I sat on the edge of a picnic table, resting on my back looking up at the sky, my legs spread as my buddy took my cock in his hand and stroked me to an intense ejaculation.  I felt our fun was nearing an end, it was getting lighter and one could hear the city traffic in the background.   I could tell my friend wasn't ready for things to end.  I pulled on my shorts but he remained naked and stroking.  I could tell he was still really pumped up, and wanted me to suck him and stroke him, which I did, but he didn't want to cum.  He seemed restless.  I was about ready to hop in my car and say good-bye, hope to see you again, when he walked over to the back of the trash collector's truck and began rummaging through his stuff.

 "Oh shit," I said, "What are you doing?"

 "Just looking around, that's all," he casually replied.  "Hey, look here," he said, "the guy has a thermos of hot coffee."  He removed the lid of the thermos and took a small sip.  I really didn't know what to think, but I didn't feel comfortable anymore.  "I'm going to add some creamer," he said.  Standing there in the dawning light he stroked to the point of ejaculation, then held the thermos with his other hand and directed his cock head to the opening and shot his load directly into the old guy's coffee.  Honestly, I was appalled at his behavior, but after all, I didn't really know this guy and although I'd never do what he just did, I didn't think much harm was really being done.  The  thermos of hot coffee would probably dissolve his cum and the guy would never notice.  After he screwed the lid back on and carefully replaced the thermos in the exact spot he found it in, he went and sat on the picnic table.  I was really liking the shape of his body, his nice muscles, his dark patch of pubes, his olive colored skin.   I felt comfortable being with him, and also very excited.  He was still naked and his cock still fluffed. 

"Well," I said, "I really enjoyed myself and hope to see you again."

 "For sure," he replied. 

"I guess I'd better get going," I said, "I've got a long drive back." 

"Cool," he said. "Let's do this again.  I think I'll stay here for a while, at least until the old man shows up."

"Let me know what happens," I said, getting into my car and reluctantly driving away.