Don't get me wrong. Its not really that I was discontent as a young teenager. On the whole life was treating me well. I was just a little miffed that adults were always discriminating against teenagers. And it wasn't just for own protection either. I know that is the excuse for not letting teenagers buy smokes or drinks or enter a bar. Of course all of that backfires because forbidding things only makes them more interesting and tempting.
But a lot of the restrictions were just pure discrimination. Take the tennis club. Adults could play any time they liked, but junior member were not only allowed on the courts after 5 PM. Discrimination was even worse at the health club. Minor were not even allowed inside without adult accompaniment. Now my friend John, his dad was a member and took him in all the time. He had been working out all summer with his dad taking him before work, and he had the biceps to prove it too. John had told me so much about it that I was burning to go see. Finally they agreed to take me along. John's dad signed all of us in and then walked off to the adult change room, while John and me headed over to the "youth" change room.
I think "youth" meant anyone under twentyfour or so, because some of the "youth" in our change room were definitely older than teenagers. Actually, when we first walked in there were only two people there other than ourselves, and I would guess they were in their early twenties. I was shocked to see the both of them bare naked, with very dark hairy crotches and humungous dangling dicks. John and them must have noticed me staring, but nobody said anything The men started to dress and John started to strip. I broke out of my daze and started stripping too.
I had gotten myself a pair of work out shorts the same as John, with a netted lining inside, so you didn't need underwear underneath so you wouldn't sweat too much. John shocked me by stripping totally, and I mean totally naked, and then leisurely strolling over to the urinals for a piss. This is the same John that I have known since grade seven (we were both fourteen now) and in all that time had never, never seen him naked. Nor had he ever seen ME naked before.
Now, in this change room, he was suddenly very casual about nudity. Me, I still had to get used to it. I stripped down to my underwear, got my workout shorts ready, then quick as lightning took off the one and slid on the other. John must have been aware of my awkwardness and just looked the other way when I made the switch. Mostly I was worried about popping a boner. That had started to happen a lot lately, and the novelty of this change room made my heart race. By contrast, John acted like a deep lake of serenity. I say acted, because I'm sure he was a lot more excited than he let on.
As he bent down to tie his shoe laces, I could not help but notice what a beautiful rounded butt he had. I slapped myself mentally at that thought, and forced myself to look somewhere else. It was already too late for my pecker which had started to grow instantly. John turned around just as I had my hands in my shorts to adjust it.
"You got a boner" he observed with a smile.
I was confused. I mean, normally I would have wanted to sink through the floor out of embarrassment. As for John and me, we had NEVER talked about boners to each other. And yet, John's smile told me it was alright here, that the rules were different here. Well there was no point in denying the obvious.
"Uh, I guess so" I heard myself say.
"Don't worry about it, just hang your shirt out over top. It will be gone with a few laps around the track."
So after we both finished dressing in our workout shorts, long Tshirts, tubesocks and runners, John took me over to the main gym were we jogged a few laps around the outside track to warm up - or should I say "cool down"? I got the feeling that we were the youngest ones there.
"Why is everybody watching us?" I asked John.
"I don't know Paul. You're probably just imagining it"
"Where's your dad?"
"He had a raquet ball game scheduled. Most of the time I never even see him."
John seemed to be perfectly comfortable there even without his dad around, and seemed to know how all of the exercise machines worked. He showed me one machine after another, for strenghtening your calves, your thighs, your pecs, your biceps, triceps, you name it. He was a real show off too, putting quite of few weights on the machine each time he demonstrated, and then taking 20 or 30 pounds off when it was my turn to try.
Even with less weight, I had a hard time doing the fifteen repetitions he demanded each time. After about an hour of this I felt completely beat and John could tell I wasn't trying very hard anymore.
"OK, lets just do a lap around the track and call it day" he suggested.
This was music to my ears. Much as I had looked forward to trying everything out with John, I was happy we could quit. I followed John in a slow pace around the track and then we returned to the change room. I was so hot and sweaty and tired out now that it didn't even faze me that John stripped bare-naked and trotted into the showers just like that. I simpy followed, amazed I still had the energy even to walk
After five minutes under the shower I followed John into the drying off area where he handed me a fresh towel off the pile.
"Ever been in a steam room?" He asked me. "Wanna see it?"
Then to my surprise he ran back into the shower and soaked his towel with cold water, telling me to do the same.
"Cold water is the secret to surviving the steam room" he explained to me, and he got yet another towel and soaked it in cold water too
We wrapped the dripping towels around our waists and followed a short aisle down to the steam room.
"No youth under 16" it stated on the door.
There you had it. Still more discrimination! I groaned, ready to turn back.
"Salright," said John. "Nobody will see us. It's always empty this early in the day."
He pushed a button on the outside to start the steam and then walked in. It was not too bad inside at first but soon thick clouds of steam billowed forth from one corner, making it incredibly hot and harder to see inside.
"The trick is to keep your head cool," John explained, as he unfolded the spare wet towel and draped it over his head.
I sat down next to him, both us keeping one towel wrapped around the waist.
"Here" he said, in an effort to be helpful, and he held his head towel over me and squeezed a little stream of water into my hair. After that he moved closer to me and draped his head towel over both our heads. We were sitting so close together that our arms and knees touched and I could feel my dick starting to swell again, just couldn't help it.
Then the door opened and a man walked inside. We were busted! John kept his head hidden under his towel, got up and walked straight out the door like that. I started to get up to follow him but noticed at once that I couldn't possibly stand up without my boner being obvious. I was stuck! I would have to wait it out until that pesky member subsided.
The man sat right across from me, staring at my lap. Could he notice my boner? I wondered. Well at lest he wasn't kicking me out for being too young. Instead, the man loosened the towel around his own waist a bit, and then I could see it tenting out from a very obvious very big adult sized boner. He looked at me and smiled.
It was OK, I concluded. In this place, you could have a boner, and it was OK! The rules were different here, I reminded myself. The implication, the sudden new found freedom, it made my head spin. How wonderful! I unwrapped my towel and showed off my own smaller member, right out in the open air!
The man just looked and smiled some more and introduced himself "I'm Dick"
"Paul" I answered
"I don't remember seeing you before. Are you from around here?"
"Westvale Apartments" I answered.
Then the door opened again. I am not sure exactly why since it seemed to be allowed in here, but I quickly covered up my boner with the towel again. It was John, still wearing a towel around his own waist.
"I thought you were coming" he told me, as he looked from me to Dick and back to me again.
"It's OK, he won't throw us out" I told John.
"Dad will be getting ready for work. We've only got like five more minutes" John reminded me.
Reluctantly, I got up and followed him out. Suddenly I felt embarrassed as John stared at where my towel was tenting out.
"Lets cool off in the shower" he suggested and led us back there.
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