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Pool Locker Room

By hitchcock

submitted November 14, 2006

Categories: College Days

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In college I swam laps for exercise every other day. I hated exercise, but at least under water you don't sweat so much, and you can see lots of cock in the showers and locker room. The pool was open ‘til 10 pm, so a lot of times I would swim 9-10 and take my time cleaning up so I could linger and watch the other guys without being rushed to a class.

One night a particularly hot guy was also swimming laps at this late hour. He wore a black Speedo, not the tiniest thing, but the kind "real" swim jocks wear when you're on a swim team. This college didn't have a swim team, so I assumed he must have swum on a high school team. He was all lean, muscle. Not an ounce of body fat. He obviously also lifted weights, because he had muscles most swimmers don't. I was swimming in the next lane wishing my goggles weren't so foggy, as I could steal glances at his groin under water doing my sidestroke. I thought I could make out the gentle outline of a rather long penis coiled up in his suit.

It was almost closing time, and the lifeguard was going through the "closing" routine, checking the water purifier, etc, and this other guy was resting after a two-lap sprint. He was leaning up against the edge of the shallow end of the pool, water coming up to his waist his chest heaving for breath, water droplets running down from his face, chest and back. He paused at the spot, right where (I knew from experience) a water jet entered the pool right at waist height. The guy adjusted his posture so that his bulging Speedo was right in the spot the jet action was strongest. I had done this myself often, so I knew how good this was feeling for him. I did one more lap (side stroke so I could keep an eye under water on his groin) and as I came in to the shallow end of the lane I took one last long look at his obviously overstuffed swim suit. I knew we would both get kicked out soon, so I left before him, hoping to get "into position" before he got to the locker room.

There was a small toilet facing the shower room, and I discovered a long time ago that when the floor was wet, the water acted like a mirror under the bathroom door to the shower room. If the bathroom lights were off, you were completely invisible, and in perfect view of whoever was showering, and they wouldn’t even know they were being watched. The key was to get in there and switch off the light, lock the door and be very quiet.

I got in there, stripped off my suit and waited. Seconds later the outer door opened and I heard him come through into the shower room. I heard him continue through to the locker room to get his soap, etc. I guess, and to notice that the locker room was (he thought) empty now. I was hoping he was thinking I must have skipped the showers and left already. He returned to the showers turned on the one right in prime line to my watching post, and began to strip off his Speedo.

I was right. He was gorgeous and hung, his cock almost completely hard because of the pool's water-jet he had found, and looking like he wanted to finish it off. He shampooed and soaped quickly, taking special care to lube up his cock and balls with the suds. I was also stroking myself as I watched, trying to keep myself from moaning too loud to be heard over the sound of the rushing shower water; this was so hot!

After a few minutes he looked nervously out into the locker room, to assure himself no one was there, and began pounding on his meat with total abandon. He started to moan himself, without a care and soon was erupting in pleasure and hot cum all over the shower floor. He slid to the floor, sitting in a puddle of his soap suds and cum leaning against the tile wall, the hot water still shooting to the floor on his side.

I was near the top too, and suddenly had an idea. I wrapped my towel around my waist, only barely hiding my own huge erection, I flushed the toilet and threw open the door to the bathroom, the door right was in front of him, but a door to a toilet stall he had assumed was unoccupied. As I left the bathroom and walked into the showers, the guy jumped to his feet and turned toward the wall. I went to another shower head and turned on the water, and then casually hung my towel on the bar. As I turned back to the shower spray, my hardon was clearly visible, but he wasn't looking. He finished washing and rinsing without turning my way.

I just went about my shower business with my raging hardon, enjoying the fact that he was too embarrassed to even look at me, so he wasn't noticing, so I got bolder and started stroked it with my soapy hands. He finished and took his towel, only looking over at me for a second as he fled to the lockers. I noticed that his locker was situated directly across from the shower I was standing at, so kept pumping away. I figured I got as good show from him, so if he wanted to watch me I'd let him.

In a few moments I was spraying my cum across the same shower floor to join the other guy's cum. When I glanced over to the spot where I thought he should be drying off and dressing, he was sitting on the bench lacing his shoe looking the other way.

I spent many evenings in that same bathroom hoping for a repeat performance, but that guy found a different place to swim laps.


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