Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2008 10:50:00 -0700 (PDT) From: D One Subject: Second Chance Going to the Y was a habit he started with only 10. Chance went with his father and swam naked in the lap pool back then. Regretfully the Y required swim suits years later. But Chance was relieved since his adolescence made him fear unexpected erections. He liked to look at other men there. There were the older ones with gray curly hair on arms, legs, chests and crotches. They had ballsacs that hung low. He wondered if that was just them or old age. His ballsac hung but not that low. Then there were younger guys with broad shoulders, defined chests, big nipples, thick legs and cocks that swung like elephant trunks as they walked. His cock hung and swung too but it also would spring into its upwards curved position whenever he stared too long. Chance loved seeing his Dad naked too. He wasn't aroused but interested to see what he himself may look like when he grew up. His Dad was in decent shape with a bit of a stomach. His cock hung and swung like most and his pubic hair was neatly trimmed. "You have to keep yourself in good shape, women like it when you're neat" he said one day when Chance went into the bathroom while the man was purning his pubic hair. "It's ok to look son, just be discreet" the man had told Chance that when they first went to the Y The Y was different then school. There, Chance knew not to stare at other kids less they call him names that everyone seemed to believe. But his darting eyes managed to compare his buttocks, legs, feet, chest, back, crotch easily enough. Some of the same guys from school went to the Y too. There they acted differently. Chance would see them walk around naked in the locker room and shower area without the embarassed modestly they displayed at school. Kyle Murdock, one of the seniors who played football would talk to him while standing, sitting or crouching naked. He didn't even hold a towel handy should his cock harden. Chance tried to keep his eyes on Kyle's face but the clearly visable cock and balls were literally in his face. During one conversation he noted how Kyle's eyes seemed to be looking at him too despite the towel that covered his waist. He got brave enough once to remove the towel allowing Kyle to examine him. And he remembered Kyle's smile and word "NICE" that complimented his revelation. As he got older his Dad rarely went to the Y with him. But his morning laps, occasional workouts and often escapes at night or on the weekend continued. Chance knew many of other guys his age by the time he was a college student. Some of the older men he had seen since a boy, and they smiled and nodded as he came and went. Then there was Mr. Averado. The man had gray hair. Chance remembered him as always looking the same. He was fit, had black chest hair and a line of hair that ran down his stomach and branched out into an aray of hair above his cock and balls. He swam, ran, worked out, talked to other men and enjoyed the jacuzzi with other men his age. And he seemed to always be at the Y whenever Chance went there. Then there was the locker room area. It wasn't like school. The floor was carpeted, the lockers didn't have a metal noise when closed and there were chairs here and there, those plastic patio like chairs everywhere. There were wooden benches like in school, but they were padded. The room was large with little groupings of lockers that afforded privacy if wanted. The were aisles that moved around, through and behind them, like a maze. There was something comfortable and inviting in the room. Chance liked it there. And so did Averado. The man would sit in one of those chairs after his shower and just view the others. It wasn't as if he were staring, he was just looking nowhere. Yet Chance knew he was in the man's vision. He was naked, legs spread or comfortably positioned. He didn't use a towel, hand or crossed legs to hide his genitals. And he looked neat, trim and in decent shape. Chance almost complimented the man once on his trimmed pubic hair "My Dad trims his the same way" were the words that he thought of but didn't express. And for some reason he didnt' realize, Chance always managed to find a locker near where the man lounged. He stripped naked knowing the man could see him. He stretched, toweled dry and took his time dressing to go knowing the man might be able to appraise him. "Nice" Kyle's words made Chance feel bolder and more relaxed. College changed his schedule so the visits to the Y were split into ealry morning and late at night, sometimes very late. The sign said "CLOSE AT 10PM" but Chance learned that members entered the door on the side of the building, through the alley after 10. It was during one of those late night sessions that Alverado nodded and acknowledged him for the first time. Chance realized that the man hadn't done that for years as he grew through his high school years. He stripped naked and held his shorts instead of putting them on as he walked to the pool. "Nobody cares this late" Alverado said walking past him, buck naked. Chance watched the man do a poolside naked dive into the pool. He looked around. Nobody reacted, not even the club attendant who was sitting in a chair and reading. He sat on the poolside, feeling the cold tile against his bare butt. It was the familiar feelign he had when he swam naked with his Dad and others there many years before. Chance swam his laps, feeling the colder air on the parts of his body that rose out of the warm water. His cock grew hard, waving like a rudder in the water below him. "Shit" Alverado said as Chance got closer at the far end beside the man. "You're fast. Not a surprise, I've watched you grow up" "Thanks" Chance heard himself say. And his brain heard the man say he had been watching him. "Race?" the man pushed away from he pool side and Chance followed. "Ok you win" Alverado said as he pulled himself to sit on the edge of the pool. Chance still in the water looked up at the man between his spread legs. His wet pubic hair, cock and balls hung over the edge. "What do I win?" Chance smiled up at the man. "Well when you decide what you want, I guess you'll win it" he smiled back. It was a warm smile, inviting, friendly. And his hands tugged at the hanging ballsac and flips his wet penis just before he stood to walk towards the locker room. The hot water felt good on Chance's smooth body. The water echoed against the tile floor. Chance knew he was alone. He wondered if Alvaredo had left. He walked through the maze of lockers noting he may be the only one left in the room. His locker opened and he dried himself letting his cock do what it wanted to do. Jacking off in the locker room was an option that crossed his mind. He had done it in the shower before, once with Kyle standing under the next nozzle but that was a few years ago. He closed the door and the thumb even echoed. His cock curved upwards. The familiar feelign of precum oozing out his slit sent a shiver of anticipation through him. He held his cock and stroked a few times. The "ahem" he heard nearby startled him. Alvaredo sat in one of the plastic chairs as always casual, his legs spread and his eyes looking. This time he smiled as he had smiled before. "I see you've decided" the man said. "What?" Chance didn't know what to do. He knew his hands should cover himself. It was the polite thing to do. But he didn't. "It's ok, boys like you get hard all the time. Hell it's difficult for me to sit here and not get hard seeing you" the mans hand was on his own cock. "You're here all the time" Chance said ignoring his erection and liking the fact the man was looking at his naked body openly. "We're alone, it's ok" Alverado "Alex knows not to come in" Alex was the night pool attendant. "Unless I suggest it" Alverado's cock was hardening between his fingers. Alex had sex with this man, thought Chance. He had touched the man, sucked his cock or even felt the man's cock penetrate his asshole. Chance stepped closer. He knew it was what he wanted, what he had been thinking about for years, maybe as early as before the benefits of adolescence appeared to him. The guilty images in his head that prompted self satisfaction multiple times a day and night over the years seemed to converged in the few seconds it took for Chance to move closer to where the man sat. His eyes didn't see the gray hair, the warm smile, the curly armhair or the man's casually spread legs. Chance saw only the hard man sized cock. It was different the Kyle's or the boy cocks he had seen. "It's ok" Alvaredo said "it's just us" His voice was quiet, soothing and inviting. Chance felt the man's hands on his head and a bare shoulder. He hadn't even remembered kneeling there in front of him. His arms rested on the thighs which were buried in his youthful armpits. His nostrils inhaled the heat and the aroma of the man. It wasn't so much an odor then a warmt that seemed to move through his body. Chance licked the cock at first wondering if the same sweet taste of his own presum was the same. He let the thickness move inot his mouth over his flattened tongue and rub against the back of his throat. He gagged. "Go easy, take your time, enjoy it" the soothing voice said. He felt the fingers on hboth his shoulders now, patting, rubbing and massaging him. Chance wanted to feel everything he could from the thickness in his mouth. He tounged it and heard the man moan. He did it again and again just to hear the familiar sounds. His lips tightened like his own thumb and forefinger did to enduce his own pleasure. The cock seemed to move through his tight grasp on it's own. The man's hands pet his short cropped hair, touching his ears, gently holding his head as it moved. "Shit, that's good, you eat it boy, swallow my cock" Alvardo was practically chanting. Chance wondered if he had said all this to Alex or Kyle or others like him who enjoyed being naked in his sight. "Cumming" the voice said and his hands gently pushed Chances head back. But Chance resisted and his throat opened to receive what he knew was about to spit out of the man's cock. He had never tasted another guys sperm let along sucked a cock before. It was all natural and as he gulped the spurts down, it was what he wanted. "You ok" he smiled up at the man who seemed seriously concerned. Chance smiled. He licked his lips wet by salava and sperm. He bent forward to lick the ball sac he hadn't yet tasted. He put one then both in his mouth and played with them. "Yea that's good" Alvaredo said, his hands once again rubbing and petting the boys bare shoulders. "Keep goin, I can cum all night" The man's words weren't a threat but a promise. And Chance moved back to the hard cock to see if indeed there would be a second chance to taste what he had wanted to taste for years.