LIFE AT THE "Y" - By Marc Christopher Christopher Street BBS (201) 992-5660
Like clockwork, four days a week, after work, I'm off to the YM-YWHA to have my ritual workout. After three years, it gets more than a little boring using those same machines and same routines over and over again. You start to get to know people, to make friends, to make it more of a social time than a workout time. One Sunday, about 6 months ago, I donned my sweats and high-top Pony sneakers and headed out for the "Y". I really wasn't much in the mood to pump iron that day or to do anything for that matter.
Getting onto the first machine only confirmed that fact that I felt tired and lazy. I decided maybe a little swim would wake me up and make me feel like working, so I went into the locker room and changed into my Speedo bathing suit. To get to the pool from the locker room you have to walk through a little changing area, just past the bathroom, and then through the big shower room, which is just a big tiled room with four shower heads on each side. No stalls, no walls, no curtains, no privacy. I got to the changing room and glanced at myself in the mirror. Not bad, I thought. I was 22, but had the body of an eighteen year old. Very thin, but muscles defined. Enough of that, I walked through the shower room. One old man was washing the chlorine off of himself. I thought to myself, I'll jump off a cliff before I ever look like that. How vein. Then, into the pool area.
The "Y" usually hires High School kids to be their lifeguards. You know these Jewish kids, usually fat with giant noses and lazy. Well, I was astonished to see a beautiful blonde boy sitting with just a pair of red nylon bathing trunks on. These lifeguards don't sit up in a lifeguard chair, but in a regular folding chair near the side of the pool. He was alone, just overlooking the two or three other swimmers in the pool.
I walked over to the deep end and dove in. I swam down to the other end of the pool and then back again, then back to about the middle where this blonde boy was. Usually, I'm quite shy, but being bigger and older than this kid, for some reason, I wasn't. I climbed out of the pool and sat down in the chair next to him. I had seen him around once before, talking to another kid I know named Jason.
"You're a friend of Jason's, aren't you?", I asked. "Yeah", he said. Obviously, the kid was a great conversationalist.
I made some more small talk with him and found out that his name was Russ. He was 16, a Junior in the local High School, and on the wrestling team. Russ, has a nice body, thin, but well defined. Tiny ripples in his stomach, bulges in his arms, the beginnings of a killer chest, and thick legs. I loved the look of 16 and 17 year olds and this one was my ideal.
We talked about his wrestling team for a while and about working out. He was real shy, maybe I was coming on a little strong. Anyway, after a little while, this other kid walks in. Not real attractive and Russ gets up. He told me it was time for them to change shifts and he was going home. I asked him if he wanted to show me a few wrestling moves and I told him I used to be pretty good myself. He said alright, but he wanted to change into sweats first. We walked back through the shower room, into the locker room. I followed him to his locker and watched him take off those swimming shorts. To my surprise, and dismay, he was wearing white Jockey shorts underneath. His bulge was enormous. I could see the outline of his cock was huge. It started from his big balls upward, and was so big that it bent over and the rest of it headed down. The head rested right in the thin area where there is only one layer of white material, right by the fly. I could see the pink, cut, head of his penis and I started to get hard.
I realized this was a good time for me to go to my locker and slip some sweat pants on over my bathing suit. Once I was ready, we headed for the mats in the gym. Neither of us had bother to put on a shirt. First he got "down" and I took the top position. He beat me. Then we reversed starting positions and started again. We threw each other all over the mat. I took several opportunities to grab between his legs, which is all very natural in wrestling. I was afraid I might get a hardon, but was being beaten so badly, I didn't. The kid was good.
After about 45 minutes of this, we were both very sweaty and decided to head for the showers. It was getting pretty late and most people had already gone home and just the staff, mostly High School kids, were having a swim. We were in the little changing room, right by the shower room when Russ took off all his clothes. He had a real tight bubble butt and his cock was bigger than I had originally thought. It must have been 8 1/2 or 9 inches long, and thick with large, low hanging balls. It wasn't hard, just long and swayed back and forth when he walked into the shower room. I stripped and followed close behind him, my eyes glued to his round ass.
I chose a shower on the left side, and he picked one across the room and faced the wall as he turned on the shower. I faced out, toward the middle of the room, keeping my eyes on his now pumped up muscles at all times. He continued to face the wall as he soaped himself up and I was wishing he would turn around. I was pretty hard by this time, but I wasn't worried since lots of guys get hard in the shower.
Just then, Russ slipped on a bar of soap that someone had left on the floor. He went crashing to the ground. It looked like he fell pretty hard and I rushed over the see if he was OK. I asked him if he was alright and he said his ankle hurt. I reached out my hand to help him up. As I was pulling him up, his soapy body slid against my cock. I got an instant erection. I told him to put his arm around my shoulder and try to put some weight on his ankle to see if he could walk. He seemed to be OK.
I couldn't resist any longer and reached my other hand around his back and pulled his body against mine. Our soapy cocks rubbed together and my chest slid against his. I opened my legs to let his cock slip in between. I started rubbing his cock up and down between my legs and felt it swelling to its' full length. I put my face to his and kissed him long and hard. We kissed for what seemed like ten minutes. I slipped my tongue in and out of his mouth. He didn't resist. I turned his back to the wall and pressed him against it. I leaned hard into him, crunching his cock between our wet bodies. Slowly, using my mouth, I worked my way down his body. Twirling my tongue around his nipples and the outline of his chest. I moved my mouth around the outline of each ripple in his stomach and poked in and out of his belly button. I arrived at his cock, it was ready and waiting. I engulfed as much as I could into my warm mouth. He let out a moan of pleasure. I worked his cock up and down and moved my mouth down to his ball sac. First I took one, then the other into my mouth. Then both at the same time. I licked the sensitive area between his balls and ass. I was writhing with excitement, about to cum.
I didn't want to end this yet, so I turned him around, still on my knees. He leaned up against the tile wall, and stuck his butt out, he knew what was coming. I wasted no time licking around his ass cheeks. I plunged my face deep into his waiting ass and stuck my tongue is as far as I could. The clean soapy taste mixed with the sweat was just perfect. I poked my tongue in and out trying to get in deeper each time. I reached around and starting stroking his cock faster and faster as I licked his asshole. He was moaning and breathing quite heavily and he started to squirm. I knew he was about to cum. I spun him around and swallowed his entire cock. Glob after glob of young cum shot down my throat. I reached down and barely touching my cock, shot all over the tile floor.
Exhausted, I stood up and wrapped my arms around him. We leaned into a corner of the room and just held each other as the water ran over our heads. Just then the door from the pool to the shower room burst open, it was Jason. He was an Italian stud, tall and thin, with a guido hair cut. Jason, was wearing just his bathing suit.
"Holy shit", he said, as he walked toward us....
(to be continued)