You captured perfectly the feeling of excitement a lot of us know very well. Too bad those days are mostly gone. I still remember those days and three guys specifically. It is pretty amazing how some of our memories do not fade. I’ll share one story, the first guy.
I was in the early days of realizing my attraction to guys and trying to figure things out. My family belonged to a swim and tennis club. It was not a fancy, pretentious club; instead, it was very middle class for the time. The club was fairly simple and well maintained. There were two swimming pools, 12 tennis courts and a club house. Members lived nearby in one of several surrounding neighborhoods. They were avid tennis players, had kids on the swim and diving teams and/or just liked to socialize around the pool. Next to the swimming pools was a building that had a snack bar and the men’s and women’s locker rooms. The men’s locker room was pretty basic – a changing area, a few lockers, an open shower with three shower heads, toilet stalls, urinals and a couple of sinks.
There was a member, probably in his early 30’s, who was a big tennis player. He was frequently in tennis tournaments and apparently was really good. He was also extremely good looking. He was fit and handsome with dark hair, brown eyes and a really nice smile. On more than one occasion I heard women comment on how good looking he was. My friends and I used to watch people play tennis. We were usually watching people we knew, like our friends or friends’ parents or a tournament. This guy was around the tennis courts often, either playing or watching others. It was the mid 70’s and he wore the short tennis shorts that were in style at the time.
There are a couple of reasons why I have never forgotten him. The first reason is that he had several physical characteristics to which I remember being attracted to for the first time. One was his legs. He had really nice legs, long and strong and darkly tanned. One day at the tennis courts when he was sitting down, wearing those short tennis shorts, I noticed that the hair on his upper inner thighs became thicker as it led up to his crotch. That really turned me on. After that, each opportunity I had to check out his legs I’d glance at the hair on his upper inner thighs. I wanted to put my hand on his thighs, feel his strong legs, run my hand through his leg hair on his inner thighs and into the leg opening at the crotch of his shorts. Another first for me was his ass. His ass was perfectly shaped and filled out his tennis shorts nicely. I don’t recall ever noticing a guy’s ass before his (but I’ve noticed a lot since!) and I could not take my eyes off of it. The combination of his legs and ass definitely looked hot! While not a new attraction, I obviously took in his nice bulge upfront. It wasn’t huge but you could easily notice the curvature in his shorts caused by his cock and balls. Not only did I wonder what he looked like naked, I often wondered how he looked wearing a pair of briefs.
I also saw him by the pools in a swimsuit. The style of swimsuits at the time were similar in cut to tennis shorts. He looked great in a swimsuit and shirtless! Built and defined but not overly so. His chest was lightly hairy and his flat stomach mostly smooth with a thick, dark brown treasure trail going into his swimsuit. He also had nice shoulders and arms. He wore a small, simple gold chain that looked nice against his dark tan – classy for the times, not overly 70s looking. One day I was at a table by the pool with some friends and he and his family were next to us. I was sitting in a chair next to their table, facing the pool. He got out of the pool, dried off a little with a towel and sat in the chair at his table that was next to ours, facing me, his back to the pool. I was wearing reflective sunglasses which were the “cool” sunglasses to wear at the time. I had never been so close to him when he was shirtless, maybe three feet away. I acted like I was looking out to the pool but actually my eyes, behind the reflective lenses, were looking to my right, taking him in. I watched as water drops rolled down his chest and stomach, water collected in his navel, and my eyes followed his treasure trail of hair that went into his swimsuit. He was so hot, so sexy. Another member walked by and he raised his arm to high five him and I got a view of his armpit and his thick, dark pit hair. This was a third physical trait that was a first for me. After that whenever he was in the pool and raised his arm to say hello to someone or toss one of his kids a few feet in the water I’d always take in his armpits. Back to that day by the pool. It was everything I could do to try to act like I was looking out to the pool and to keep up with the conversation among my friends at my table. I was so distracted by him sitting next to me. I just wanted to look at him. The fourth thing that was a first attraction for me were his nipples. Sitting next to him, I noticed his quarter-sized nipples and how they were tanned brown. And I noticed how much his nipples were turning me on. As I sat there I kept glancing over looking at his nipples and felt an urge I had not had before. I wanted to feel them and to lick them. While I was having these thoughts, one of his tennis buddies walked by and poured a small bucket of ice water on him. Apparently it was payback for a prank he had played on his buddy. Several of us jumped up to get out of the way of the cold splash. He apologized to our table and we laughed it off. After he and his buddy had a good laugh, he sat back down in his chair and said, “Damn that was cold.” I looked over and then at his nipples. They were perked up and rock hard. They turned me on so much I started getting a hardon. I got up, jumped in the pool and swam a couple of laps trying to distract myself, and cock, and to process my new nipple discovery.
The noticeable physical attractions to his legs, ass, armpits and nipples are one reason I have never forgotten him. There is another reason I have never forgotten him and one that fits the theme of this thread, “Finally Seeing Someone Naked.” Late one afternoon I was hanging around the pool by myself. I needed to take a leak and as I stood up I noticed him walking into the pool area wearing white tennis shorts and a white shirt and holding a bag in one hand and a racquet in the other. It struck me that he was probably going to change into a swimsuit. I looked around and sure enough I saw his wife sitting at a table with another couple. For the first time a strong urge hit me; a desire to follow a guy into the men’s locker room to see if I could see him changing. I had never timed going into a locker room to see a guy before. I had mixed feelings about it but the desire was too strong. I really wanted to see if I could see him naked or at least in a pair of briefs, which I had fantasized about. I sat back down, picked up my book, acted like I was reading and tried to process the thoughts running through my head. “Should I do this or not?” “When will I ever have another chance?” “Will it be too obvious?” I watched as he walked over to the table where his wife was sitting, kissed her and greeted the other couple. The urge to do this was too strong. I was going to do it. I looked around to make sure no one I knew was around the pool area. I felt myself become nervous for what I was about to do and took a few deep breaths. He put his racquet down and walked towards the building with the locker rooms. After he walked in, I thought through how to time it – too early or too late and I would miss the opportunity. I visualized what he was doing, “he’s probably taking off his shoes and socks now.” I stood up and walked over to the locker room trying to pace myself so that by the time I walked in he would have taken off his shirt and shorts. As I walked over I kept thinking: Would I find him wearing briefs? Would he have taken off his shorts and underwear but still wearing his shirt, a glimpse of his cock and balls showing? Would he be naked? Would he have already pulled his swimsuit on? What would I see when I walked in?
When you walked into the men’s locker room you walked down a hallway that was about 12 feet long and had a wall directly ahead. At the wall you turned right and were in the changing area of the locker room. There was an L-shaped bench along two walls. Straight ahead was the shower room which was more like an alcove, with three walls and completely open to the changing area. No curtains. There were three shower heads on the far wall, directly in front of you as you walked into the changing area, and on the right side, the wall (which was the front wall of the building) had highly placed windows to provide natural light. After walking into the changing area if you turned left there was a sink and mirror on the wall straight ahead and also one to your left and just beyond that sink on the left were a couple of urinals on the left wall.
As I walked over to the building, I subtly glanced around again to make sure none of my friends were there. I didn’t want anyone I knew to think I was following him into the locker room. When I walked into the entrance of the locker room my heart was pounding. I was so nervous that I was doing this and at the same time so drawn by the desire to see this guy changing and potentially naked. I also realized that the fact that I was following a hot guy into the locker room for a chance to see him naked pretty much answered all the questions I had about my sexuality. As I made my way down the hallway, chest pounding so hard I could hear it, I wondered how I had timed it. Would I see anything or was it too late? When I reached the end of the hallway I turned right. There he was, standing to the right, profile view, in front of the bench, wearing only a white jockstrap. He was putting his tennis shorts into his bag and I only had a couple of seconds to take in his hot body, the full pouch of his jock, his naked ass and those strong legs! The jockstrap was a surprise. I had not wondered about him wearing one; always briefs. He was fucking beautiful.
I turned left and headed to one of the urinals as I thought to myself, “Oh fuck!” As I stepped up to one of the urinals I glanced over my left shoulder, the desire to see him naked outweighing the fear of him seeing me looking at him. When I looked over, his back was to me. He had just pulled off his jock and was completely naked. I took in his broad shoulders, defined back, beautiful ass and sexy tan lines. His ass was so hot, with incredibly muscular glutes and smooth ass cheeks. I continued looking at him until I saw him begin to turn. I stood in front of the urinal, pulled out my cock, looked straight ahead and started taking a leak. My chest was still pounding. I kept thinking to myself, “He is so fucking hot!” I wanted to turn around and look but I knew looking around behind me would be too risky. I thought that I had done a pretty good job of timing it and maybe if I had walked in 15 seconds later, I would have walked in on him naked and seen his dick. I tried to tell myself that I was satisfied having seen what I had but I knew I was disappointed that I didn’t get to see the front of him naked. I really wanted to see his dick! I then heard a shower turn on behind me. I had not even thought that he may take a shower but it made sense since he had just played tennis and it was a hot day. I quickly realized that if I took my time without being obvious and lingering I would have a few more opportunities to look over at him.
I finished taking a leak, stepped back from the urinal and did a quarter turn to the left. I glanced over to my left, into the shower area and he was facing me! Luckily he was looking down. I quickly glanced down his naked body, the water streaming down his chest, stomach and into his thick, wet, dark bush. His dick was maybe four inches, the full length partially hidden by his bush. It was thick and meaty with a really nice cock head and was framed by his big balls hanging below the length of his dick. I had just a couple of seconds to take it all in. FUCK! He was so hot.
I looked down at the waistband of my swimsuit, acted like the strings were in a knot and then re-tied them. I stepped over to the sink whose mirror would let me look at him in the shower. I glanced over at him and he had turned around and his back was now to me. I washed my hands and looked at him in the mirror. The sunlight coming in from the windows high on the shower area wall provided perfect lighting on his naked body. I watched as soap and water traveled down his back, across his ass, into his crack and down his legs. I watched as he washed his soapy ass, thinking how much I’d love to be washing his ass, feeling his firm glutes and running my hand into his crack. He lifted his right leg, washed his upper leg, placed it back down and leaned over to wash his shins and calves, his ass spreading, showing his hairy lower inner ass cheeks, crack and taint leading to his hole, his cock and balls visible between his legs. It was a hot view, an image forever captured. I continued washing my hands while I watched him do the same thing with his left leg, leaning forward, ass spreading, dark hair leading to his hole, cock and balls between his legs. He looked so hot, so sexy!
I wanted to watch longer but knew I couldn’t without being obvious. I stepped to the side of the sink, grabbed a couple of paper towels out of the dispenser and dried my hands. I turned around to leave and could see in my peripheral vision that he was facing me. I still had a strong urge to look at him; the few glances I had taken were not enough. I knew I could be busted for looking but again the desire to see him naked, one last time, was too strong. I looked over to my left as his soapy hands moved from his lower abs, through his bush and onto to his dick and balls. Again, he was looking down. As I walked toward the hallway to exit, I watched him wrap his right hand around his dick and wash it in a similar manner to the one a guy uses to jack off, a few quick times up and down the length of his shaft and over his cock head, while his left hand washed his balls. Those were the last mental images I captured of him just before I walked out.
I walked out of the locker room, my chest still pounding, distracted and horned up from what I had just seen and feeling a little lost in conflicting thoughts for what I had just done. I was maybe a few feet outside of the locker room, looking down, processing all of that, when I physically bumped into a friend of mine. I was in another world and it took me a few seconds to call him by name. I laughed it off and said I was deep in thought, a million miles away. He said he had just arrived. I pointed to where my stuff was and invited him to join me although I really just wanted to leave. I got back to my table and sat down. All I wanted to do was leave and jack off. I couldn’t believe I had just seen him naked and couldn’t get his hot ass and meaty dick out of my head. As my friend walked over to me, the guy exited the locker room and headed over to his wife and their friends. I knew my friend had seen him naked and I wondered what it was like to think nothing of it, not have the same reaction I did, not be attracted to guys and what it would be like not to have to process all that was now going through my head.
My friend sat down and we chatted for a while. I was so distracted and couldn’t think straight. I told him I had some chores to do at home before my parents came home. I gathered my stuff and left. On the walk home I couldn’t get the images of seeing him naked out of my head. I couldn’t wait to get home and jack off. I decided to cut through the woods, a short cut I had taken many times. These were the woods my friends and I would hang out in, smoke cigarettes, or share a beer that one of us had taken from our fridge at home. As I walked along the trail the urge to jack off was stronger and stronger. I walked up the hill that led to my neighborhood and decided to step off the trail and over to some boulders on the hillside which were a spot we used for hanging out. No one was around as I stepped around the big rocks to a private spot where no one could see me. I put my hand in my swimsuit, felt my cock and balls, closed my eyes and thought about the naked guy I had just seen in the locker room – standing in his jock, then naked, his nice build, his ass, his bush, his dick and balls. I was soon fully boned up. I pulled my swimsuit down, leaned back against one of the boulders, closed my eyes again and felt my balls while I slowly stroked my hardon and thought about him. In the quiet of the woods my heaving breathing and the sound from my hand moving up and down my hard cock, lubed with precum, sounded really loud. I thought about his dick, wondered how big it was when hard, how hot it would be to watch him jack off and what it would be like to suck his dick. I thought about his round, firm ass. About him bending over to wash his legs. His spread ass, the dark hair leading to his hole, his dick and balls between his legs and how much I wanted to put my hands on his hips, slide my cock in his ass and fuck him from behind. I was so worked up. I kept my eyes closed as I released, feeling my cum shoot from my hard cock, hearing each glob hit the leaves on the ground in front of me. I took a few deep breaths, opened my eyes and slowly looked around. I stood there for a couple of minutes, processing it all as my cock dwindled. I flicked the last few drops of cum from my cock, pulled up my swimsuit and headed home.
The images of seeing him naked in the showers that afternoon remained in my daily spank bank for at least a couple of months. Every time I saw him at the club, I would undress him in my mind and think about that day in the locker room. I never had another opportunity to see him naked. I walked into that locker room many times after that to take a leak. Sometimes there would be a guy or two showering, but none were as hot as this guy. I don’t remember ever timing it to see a guy naked in any locker room again. Since then when I see a gym crush or a hot guy naked, I chalk it up to being a “hot guy day” at the gym and a reward for working out.