Chester, my sex boy

It is a cold summer day in the middle of the week. I had been thinking of going to the beach in the morning, but as the day started for real, there wasn't much point in it. Temps never even reached twenty degrees C outside, the sky was overcast with a continuous grey cloud cover that looked like rain could start at any moment, and it was a bit windy too.

I decided I would go to the swimming arena instead and splash around, maybe do a few laps and then sit in the sauna and bake. Maybe check out some hot dudes if I could find any (coz even though I know I'm pretty young, I somehow know I like to look at guys, at least if they have nice bodies and look like they're nice guys too), even though most people there were old fat men with lots of gross body hair and huge birthmarks on their bodies. The main point however was I wanted to get wet, and I would accomplish it one way or another.

My mom and dad are home on summer vacation, and they were unusually distant. We tend to talk quite a bit, but they were really busy it seemed, almost conspiring about something and falling silent whenever I came close. Dad even went as far as asking if I didn't have some business out of the house today, which is when I finally made up my mind. Hey, if one's parents WANT to get rid of you, you better get lost, right?

I took the bike, arriving maybe twenty minutes later. It's some distance to walk, but with a bike it's not too bad. The last part's even downhill, with the actual building set on an incline, the bike lane arriving at the top of the arena building. As I come rolling, I see another boy coming down from an intersecting street heading the same way. He's got fair skin with a bit of a tan, brown hair and a small bag clamped down behind him on his old and fairly rusty bike, and he's sort of standing up as he rolls along with his legs and arms straight as he holds onto the bike's steering handles, wearing a tanktop and faded and well-washed jeans.

I can't help noticing how much this boy's little butt resembles that of a hot girl's, when wearing tight pants like that. His hips are slender like a guy's, but his pants - unlike pretty much every guy these days - including myself - are very snug. I look, and I grin to myself, because I wouldn't want to get caught outside in pants like those! I'd get embarrassed, putting my ass on display like that. What's sort of even worse is that when he gets closer, he bends one knee and sinks down from his elevated position so that the tip of the saddle of his bike prods him in his prominently displayed bum. He even rubs himself against it a couple times, oh man! I feel blood rushing into my you-know-what, so I have to force myself to look elsewhere. Don't want to create any attention to myself right there in the street!

Anyway, we roll around to the bicycle stands at the front and park our bikes without really looking at one another. He just sticks his bike in the thingy that holds on to the front wheel and walks inside, confident nobody would want to steal his heap of scrap anyway. I fiddle with a thick wire and my very heavy U-shaped lock to make sure my bike doesn't suddenly roll away all by itself (or with some help of someone else).

When I am done, he is long gone without having given me even a second thought. I go inside as well, and almost immediately I am greeted by that familiar chlorine smell that is heavy in the air in all such places. That, and the moisture. It's not too bad out in the lobby though, but I feel it easily anyway, particulary on a cold-ish day such as this. I go up to the lady behind the counter and pass over some cash, and get a key in return. Since I'm only fifteen I don't have to pay full-price for an for an adult ticket, which suits me just fine!

When I swim, I wear these long beach shorts that aren't really suited for swimming. They move like a big sail in the water creating lots of drag, but I'm too shy to dare wear a speedo. I notice that I find myself wondering if the boy with the snug jeans wears a speedo when he swims... He probably does. Really small ones too, pale yellow ones. Pale yellow, so that they turn translucent when wet... I finish undressing quickly, standing at my locker, because I hear some older boys approaching, and I don't want to get caught all alone in there with them. Not that I really believe they'd do anything nasty to me, but you never know. They might like, razz me a bit for being smaller than them I guess, calling me wimp or wuss... I slip out the door to the corridor that leads towards the showers just as they get inside. Phew! Made it! I reach the end of the corridor - one that has many doors in to other locker rooms for youths as well as for grown-ups - and there's this blue door there that can open both ways, with a blue sign with white block letters on it that says: "SHOWERS". I push, and go inside.

The showers look just the same as they always have as far as I know, a long room tiled in white - floor slightly darker - with skylight windows in the ceiling and shower stalls on either side. There are four doors here too apart from the one I just came in through, one straight ahead out to the pool, one on the left wall to some toilets, and two wooden ones on the right side. The main wooden door - which has a narrow tall window in it - leads to the big sauna. There's a cooler - yet still rather warm - room that comes before the main sauna where old men always sit and sweat a lot. The other wooden door is right next to the door back to the dressing room corridor. It leads to a small sauna that I've never seen in use. It's always colder than cold in there, and a bit dark and scary too somehow. Or so I used to think when I was a kid anyway, I haven't really been inside there in years now I think.

There is no temperature adjustment of the water in the showers, and it is always slightly chilly in my opinion. In fact, the whole room is usually quite chilly, particulary in the winters. Today, a summer day, though one that's a bit "meh", the air there feels raw and clammy on my naked skin, and it made me glad I wore my swimming shorts, because my dick is shrinking away from the cold just from me thinking of how cold it is in there. I push the button that makes the water start flowing (for all of 15 seconds or so), and quickly get in under the high-pressure rain - stifling a yell due to the cold in the process. It is like standing in a car wash, I feel myself thinking! I hate those showers, they hurt the skin, and the water isn't nice and comfy. I try to stand so most of the laserbeams of water strike my head and get dampened by my hair, but some still hit my shoulders and back, making me move around to not make them punch holes in my skin. Damn sunburn! It hurts twice as bad because of my irritated skin, even though it isn't that red anymore.

Anyway, I hurry out of there, and into the main arena, passing another blue door of that flipping variety. Quickly I find myself enveloped by warmer and even moister air, with an even stronger tang of chlorine in it as I stand right beside the olympic-size swimming pool. There's people swimming around everywhere, I look, but I can't find the boy with the snug pants. He might be in there, but then again, he might not, it's really hard to tell from where I'm standing. The pool is so big, and when people wear goggles and have their heads partially submerged in water it's hard to recognize anyone, even people I know and much less a boy I only think I've ever seen once in my life. I strap on my own goggles I've brought with me to protect my eyes and walk around to the short-ish side of the pool (because there's eight lanes side by side) and slip into the water. It feels cold, and warm at the same time.

Doing laps is boring. I'm sorry, you people who like swimming, but it IS. Well, maybe it is fun if you're in a club, but doing laps on your own sucks. I do ten fifty-meter stretches and by then I feel a little worn out. Hey, I'm not a practiced swimmer, alright? Besides, with my shorts on it makes each lap twice as long! As I hang on to the edge and breathe, I see him. OMG, he IS here! My heart leaps and so does my dick; strange, because I've never had the hots for anyone and I never really thought my first time would be for a guy even though I do like to look at them, but damn, I have to see him naked. I just have to! I push hard with my arms and wiggle my way out of the water going over the edge rather than taking the stairs (scraping the skin of a knee in the process). It looks neither easy nor effortlessly but at least I get out of the water. By then, the boy has already passed me on the way back towards the showers and my heart leaps again seeing him. He IS wearing speedos, and they ARE translucent! They're blue and white in broad alternating vertical stripes, and they cling on almost like a second skin except between his buns where there are some wrinkles as he walks. He looks SO hot with his trim, tight body and narrow hips and waist, I feel my dick start to harden. Thankfully, it's not far and we're quickly through the door.

I take a couple steps inside the room and then blindly duck inside one of the shower stalls because my dick is nearly fully boned up and I don't want anyone to see. I shower with my eyes closed under the chilly water until the uncomfortable feeling of the needle-sharp streams of the cool water has made my penis relax almost all the way again. I undo the string at the waist and let them fall from their own weight to puddle around my ankles, and then open my eyes again. They feel a little uncomfortable too, I think some pool water leaked inside my goggles or something because I keep blinking away a foggy, gritty feeling, but it doesn't want to go away. I look straight ahead, and the boy is showering straight across from me. And he is naked.

His speedos lie on the floor at his feet, and his dick is beautiful just like him, and nearly semi-erect. It looks so cute, and so hot... My dick reacts immediately, but I turn away and start to think of how uncomfortable the shower is, and how cold the water is. It softens again. I peek at the boy, and he washes himself all over under that powerful stream of water. He rubs under his arms, and down his chest and tummy, his butt, then raises a foot at a time to rub between his toes also. This makes his dick stand out even more plainly, but he is unconcerned. A man walks past, pulling at his cock. It is nearly half-hard too, I guess he saw the boy and feels excited. I too feel excited again and have to close my eyes once more. I don't want the man staring at me also, I don't like men. I only like this boy.

He doesn't care he nearly has a boner. I've seen kids around our age get a bit hard in the shower here before but they always look so nervous and embarrassed about it. This boy, he is totally unconcerned, it's like he doesn't even know his dick is sticking almost straight out. And he looks my age, and about my height too... And his hair is brown. A nice brown color, and he has pretty eyes and a really hot body. Damn, I'm getting a boner, I have to go or someone will see it!

I step out in the wide aisle between the stalls, but so does the boy. He's finished too it seems, he doesn't look at me even though I look at him. I guess he doesn't really care I'm there. He doesn't know me after all. I feel my eyes fall down to his butt as he gets in front of me. Oh god, it's the hottest butt I've ever seen. And my dick is straining to reach it! The boy is pressing water out of his hair, walking slowly, and I'm almost stepping on his toes to get as close to him as possible while my dick is trying to bridge the distance. It always points almost straight up when it gets hard, but now it only wants to go forward! Like it was a snake; something that can change shape at will. I accidentally bump him. I bump his butt with the tip of my hard dick, and the softness of his skin sends fire through my whole body. The boy stops at the towel hangers next to the door to the corridor. I bump him again, my dick pushing against both his buttocks. I feel a big glob of pre-cum launch itself almost like a cannonball and splash against his skin in what is nearly an orgasm, damn, he's going to turn around and beat me up but I don't care! I can jack off a thousand years to the memory of my dick toucing his butt and my pre-cum smearing against his skin!

Suddenly the swinging door swings out at us. The boy backs up to not get hit by it. Backs up against me, against my dick. I grab him around his waist on automatic because otherwise we risk falling, my hands flat on his tummy and pull him up against myself as we step backwards. My butt hits one of the shower stalls, and he squeezes himself up against me to make room as several older men walk past, most of them with big bellies and hairy bodies. They talk in loud voices and don't look at us. I hold him and we stand there, his warm skin tightly pressed against mine, my nose almost pushed up in his wet hair like my dick is pushed in inbetween his buttocks and down towards his supple muscular thighs. I grab him even harder and it throbs, shooting the biggest load of my life right between his firm legs. I gasp and breathe heavily and feel weak, glad I'm leaning against that shower partition. My head falls down on his shoulder and as I look down his front side, I see his dick looking back up at me. He has a super boner by the looks of it, and even as I watch, as I feel the last vestiges of my orgasm leave me and a little more cum drain out of me, he takes his hand and grabs his own penis and pushes it down, making it stand nearly straight out. It is beautiful, and sexy. He is warm and nice to hold. My dick gets hard again as the boy slowly pulls back the foreskin of his penis, showing me the tip. It's a really dark pink color and looks hotter than anything I've ever seen. Like a piece of glowing metal almost.