This happened right when I was at that age where you're not a little kid anymore but you're not quite grown yet. Some other guys my age looked like they were full grown men already, and some still looked immature and puny. I was somewhere in between. I think about it all the time, even years later.
There was this big lake by me, and it also had a pool with slides, and people went fishing or hiking or had barbecues. It's great. And then there's this part where you can change and shower and put stuff in a locker if you bring a lock. It's always full of guys coming in and going out.
I'd bump into guys from school or camp or other stuff, and I didn't know they were going to be there that day, or even like a teacher. One time I saw my homeroom teacher there, and he was in just a towel so it was kind of weird, but we were polite to each other, and I was with my brothers, so I just followed their lead on how to act. The one had him the year before me.
There was a regular bathroom part, like at a school or a ballpark, somewhere in between those in size, but a big line of urinals and a bunch of stalls and then sinks along a big mirror.
Then there was a kind of maze of lockers and those benches that are like concrete and come out of the floor.
Then there was a big open shower room. It was shaped like a big square at the end of a little hallway. The skinny part had shower heads along either wall, and the big square room part had shower heads all around and then four of those shower stands near each corner. They're like a pipe that comes up from the floor with a different kind of shower head along it, almost like a sprinkler.
If you used those, you stood around it with the stand in the middle, standing in a circle with whoever else was using it, but if you used the ones along the wall then guys just faced the wall unless they were rinsing their backs or hair. And they had these pump soap dispensers all around with this liquid soap. Oh, and a lot of hooks for towels on this wall just outside the showers, with the lockers.
And some guys got naked but most didn't. It was always crowded no matter what, so most guys just seemed to rinse off and then walk back to the lockers. Some were headed out to leave, and some were headed in to the pool, and sometimes it was some guys who had been fishing or hiking all day and were doing a real shower in there, grimy and sunburned and scrubbing sweat and dirt down to the drain. They looked different from the guys in bright-colored bathing suits just soaping up to get rid of the chlorine smell.
Anyway, it happened on a long holiday weekend. It was pretty busy. My dad took me and my brothers and my one cousin and my one brother's two friends to go swimming all day, and he bought us hamburgers and fries and chicken nuggets.
We all wore our bathing suits there and brought towels and flipflops and a backpack with something to change into afterwards, and my dad crammed all the bags into one locker and slapped a combination lock on it. He went back and forth into it a few times to get money or something someone forgot in their bag or whatever he needed, because he was swimming with us too.
He did the slide and the diving board. My cousin said his dad wouldn't do stuff like that. My dad's younger than most of my friends' dads are. We were there for hours and hours.
"We're gonna get going," he said to each group of us as he walked around to us. "Time to get cleaned up and ready to go."
I was kind of tired so I went into the showers first. My younger brothers were goofing around, and my older brother and his friend were hanging out with some people they knew, trying to look cool and lean against stuff while wearing sunglasses.
So I walked through the narrower hallway part, and there was a soapy naked guy who was older and a guy with his son and they were both in bright red bathing suits, and I went into the big square room, and it was full. There was a couple guys just standing in the middle of the room waiting. They were a little older than my older brother, maybe in college or maybe older than that. It's hard to tell how old someone is when he's just wet skin.
I was going to go back to the hallway part but then a few guys left, and those guys who were waiting took their place around the standing showerheads on a pipe. I followed. We stood around in a circle, and I was kind of part of the conversation just from standing there. Like I said, everybody was just keeping to himself, even if he was with somebody he knew and maybe walking and talking with them. That's how it usually was, quick.
These two guys were talking with each other though, after standing there and talking for a bit instead of showering, so they were talking and asked me if I go there a lot. They pumped some soap into their hands and rubbed it around their chests and under their armpits. I said yes, and I kind of mirrored how they were showering. I usually just rinsed off real quick.
They asked about hours and how long the one hiking trail was. I was telling them that it went all around the lake when I noticed that they were both pulling on the drawstrings of their bathing suits, clawing at the wet knots until they got them loose enough to untie, and then they slid their bathing suits off completely and held them and got them soapy.
It was hard not to stare at them. They were only inches away with just a bit of metal between us, spraying water all around. And they had lots of muscles and some chest hair, and the one had some scruff on his chin, and their dicks were just there and out in the open.
And we were the only ones talking. They asked about another trail that I hadn't heard of, and this other guy said that he knew it. He was soapy and leaning his head back to rinse his hair, close to us but along the wall.
"You have to go over by the other exit," he said, and then he started undoing his bathing suit too, untying the drawstring, stretching the waist loose, stripping the wet material down off his legs and off each foot, and then stepping up to us and holding his bathing suit under the water. As he rinsed it off next to me, he said there was a waterfall that was worth checking out.
By that time, I was already picking at the wet tangle below my bellybutton. It was a knot. I always tried to tie it right and always ended up making something that I couldn't undo.
I didn't usually take my bathing suit off there, usually pulling it down quickly by the lockers or even sneaking it off under a towel if I was feeling shy and crowded. It was never usually a big decision, just something I did or didn't do, but this time I kind of felt left out there being the only one not naked. They all seemed comfortable and relaxed and mature. Usually I didn't want to be the only one naked.
"Oh, yeah, that trail is cool, and that one loops around to where you start so it's easy," I was saying while I tried to get a fingernail between the lines, trying to delicately pull, but only making the knot tighter.
"You might have to cut it," said the older guy. One of the younger guys realized what we were talking about and suggested sliding them off first and then undoing the drawstring. I said that they felt too tight to get them off without untying first.
By then, they were all naked and soaping up, and you know where guys spend most of their effort and time in the shower. They had suds all across their chest and in their hair but mostly they were rubbing between their legs and basically tugging their wet dicks, all standing in a circle together, occasionally turning and rinsing, closing their eyes, running their faces under the water, but just hanging out.
All around us were guys, watching, listening in. Guys are nosy and know-it-alls about anything. If you do a construction project or just lift the hood of your car, you'll get guys leaning in to chime in. This was like that, but wet and naked.
Another older guy was standing along the wall and eavesdropping. "If you tie it right, you can just pull one string, and it'll open up, like this," and he pulled on one cord to unravel the bow he had tied. His light blue bathing suit clung to the shape of his thighs and crotch like it was painted on, but the waistband opened loose, and he peeled them off.
He had his son or maybe grandson with him, who followed suit and stripped off, then imitating and scrubbing his trunks in his hand. I never usually spent this much time in the showers, but I had never seen that much full nudity in there.
About half the guys were bare, with just a few guys still in their bathing suits and them on their way out to the pool. You're supposed to rinse off before getting in the pool, and sometimes the lifeguards will actually stop you if you're not wet already.
"How's it going, son?" It was my Dad. He stood next to me and looked around at everybody. The room was still very full. One of the younger guys stepped back from the spray to the open center of the room and started wringing his bathing suit. Dad took his place at the shower head next to me and stood under the water.
"I just can't get this untied," I said, still picking. When I looked up at him, he had shucked his wet bathing suit off and was flipping it up from his toe to his hands and then rising it. I noticed the guy next to me watching Dad, kind of looking sideways.
Dad always had a good body, big arms and chest, the kind of physique that people just notice at a pool or the beach. And I had seen him naked before but not all the time so I was looking at him. His dick, then those two guys, the older guy, and behind them two or three guys, and only one with his bathing suit on, and then me standing in the middle of the room with mine on.
I fumbled with it more and then stopped and just showered with it on, soaped up, and then stood there trying again. My Dad walked over to me and reached out and started trying to untie it for me. I just stood there. I felt kind of embarrassed.
Then my two younger brothers were standing next to me suddenly, watching, asking what happened. Dad told them, and everyone else. "Yeah me too Dad," said the one. Dad bent down, tried for maybe two seconds and then just yanked down my brother's shorts. They were loose, baggy hand-me-downs that he hadn't really grown into yet. Dad started helping them shower.
I didn't realize that my cousin was in there too, rinsing off behind me at one of the shower heads along the wall. He's a year older and kind of bossy. Dad had taken my brothers to the locker to dry off. I was still trying to undo the knot when he came up next to me and took over what my Dad had started.
I was the problem to solve, and strangers were saying, "Pull from the middle out!" and "You need a knife!" Then this one guy said, "I know how to get it. Okay if I try?" He looked just like my Dad. I said okay, and so then I'm standing there in the middle of a ton of naked dudes all staring down at my crotch while this man is pulling on the front of my bathing suit.
I look over to the corner, because I notice that there's two older guys and their dicks are kind of long and pointing out straight, like diagonally down, and they're turning around alot, facing the wall but looking over at us in the middle, at me in the middle of the middle.
And there's two guys about my age maybe a year or two younger and they're both naked with kind of almost boners and their Dad, I guess, is telling them to quit running around and he pulls his shorts off, and he looks a little stiff too, and then he turns around and faces the wall. I'm just standing there noticing what everybody's doing. And I'm feeling that I'm kind of getting stiff too. It happens in the shower, and I look down at this guy's hands and the outline of my dick in the wet bathing suit.
Then my Dad is back next to me and watching, still naked. I guess he took my brothers over to open the locker and then came back. My cousin left to go keep an eye on them.
"What's the problem?," I hear. It's my older brother and his friends. They're just standing in the middle, and then finding a free showerhead as they open. Those guys from the beginning left, so my Dad and my brother and my brother's friend and me and this guy who we don't know are all standing around this one spray pipe. "Here, I'll do it," says my brother.
Him and his friends get naked without even thinking about it. I think they're pretty relaxed about that stuff. One time, a year or two before, they were all in the basement. There's a TV and couches, and I went down and was trying to hang out with them even though they're older. One said, "Hey... how old are you?" And I told him, and he said, "Do you even know what jerking off is yet?"
They were joking about how they didn't know about stuff when they were younger. They all looked at me. I said, "Yeah... it's like, you're a real jerk-off!" They laughed and told me to go back upstairs. A couple days later, I asked my brother and he explained it so I wouldn't embarrass myself like that again.
So now my brother is reaching towards me, and he grabs the waist, and it's elastic but tight with the drawstring tied, and he tries to pinch and pull at the wet bow double knot I made. He tried for like two seconds and then just grabs the sides and tries to yank them down, but it's tight on my waist.
My brother's friend is standing next to us, rubbing soapy water across his belly and down into his hairy crotch. "Cut it!," he says. I've never seen him naked before. My brother yeah, and even a couple of his friends maybe once or twice in the past. But this guy never, but I've seen him almost naked because he's on the Wrestling Team so we've all gone to see him wrestle, and you can see his body and butt and underwear and the shape of his dick through the singlet but nobody ever says anything about it, and now I'm seeing it all for real, not just the outline, and it all looks just like you thought it would only for real and naked and wet and right there in front of you and nobody's hiding anything.
I look over at my Dad, who's just standing there watching, and everybody is just standing around watching. And Dad looks like he's got like a semi, and maybe every other guy does too.
Dad comes over to me. He stands behind me. He slips his wet fingers into the waistband in the back and touching my butt, and I suck in my stomach, and he slips the material down so my butt is out and then they're a little loose, loose enough to slide down my hips, and Dad pulls them down with a loud splat.
Everybody yells. It's kind of funny. But in the middle of it, I realize that I've got a pretty serious boner. It must've slapped up as I was stripped. Not just a little stiff, pointing out for real.
But everybody's just all showering and rinsing and scrubbing. I see that guy from earlier with the red bathing suit. He's just walking through though. And the two guys in the corner are facing the wall but both looking over their shoulders.
Dad has my bathing suit or else I would hold it in front of my dick, but I just start soaping up, kind of cupping my dick to hide how hard it is. And Dad is just standing next to me, futzing with the drawstring now that it can be pulled loose without my body in the way. His dick actually bumps against my elbow, but he doesn't react.
I look at some guys just walking in together from the pool now, and I notice that they're a little surprised that everybody stripped off, but they start showering, and one tugs his suit to his ankles and hangs it on top of a soap dispenser.
It's weird that I'm boned up, but it's so busy that nobody's really noticing. Or at least they're not making a big deal out of it. My brother and his friends are walking out to grab their towels, and Dad finally got the knot untied and is holding it out to me.
I could hang it from my pole, but I just hold it in my hands. He says, "You all done?" I say that I'll just be a second. He leaves, and I go into a corner, along the wall. It's a little less crowded then.
I soap up, and wash my dick. It only takes a few strokes, and I shoot. It probably could've gone off without me even touching it. I look over my shoulder, still scrubbing and rinsing, kicking the pooled water into the drain along with my load.
A couple guys are looking around the room, not staring right at me but looking. They're facing the wall. A lot of guys are walking in or out, pumping soap into their palms, closing their eyes and leaning back. I turn around and let the water rinse down my front, facing the crowd, and it trickles off my still-big but deflated dick. And I stroll out and grab my towel.
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