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I
will start this story talking a bit about myself. I was in my early 20’s, 6ft
tall, used to play a lot of sports, black hair with blue eyes.
I’ve
always looked at myself as a straight guy, but had a slight suspicion I was
bisexual. I wanted to have a sexual experience with another guy, but the town I
grew up in was very conservative.
Sports
being a big part of my life also didn’t help because I was afraid of rejection
from my friends.
I
was in my freshman year at the local college. I played basketball in high
school and decided I wanted to play some waterpolo with my best friend.
His
name was Alex and we used to hang together often.
One
could say I practically lived in his house since I also worked for his dad
(Johnny), who was a very feminine guy. Nobody minded that because we all
thought that’s who he was.
When
I made the decision to play waterpolo, I concluded I needed to become a better
swimmer.
Johnny
suggested I should take the morning swimming class together with him, who also
wanted to learn to swim better.
In
the following day, we went to the college, signed up for the swimming class
that was three times a week at 6 AM.
Johnny
and I decided he would come to pick me up at 5:30 AM, which was perfect for me.
Our
routine involved swimming together for a couple of laps, then chat for some
minutes during the two-hour long swimming class.
After
that, our next routine was to go to the group showers. One of those days,
Johnny asked why I don’t take off my speedo when showering and I replied I
didn’t know why.
The
truth was, actually, that was I too insecure, especially in front of someone
much older than I was.
Despite
that, I took my speedo off that time and we showered fully naked.
Johnny
looked aroused when I did that, but I thought it was because he was rubbing
soap all over himself...
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