This happened in the late 60s when I was 13. The local swimming pool was in a very old building on the south coast of England, it was still trying to live of it's reputation from many years before of being a Spa, where the visitors could "take the waters" - have a swim in other words.

The pool itself was small and surrounded on 3 sides by changing rooms, one side for girls, one for boys and one for whoever got there first. Although the doors had bolts on the inside, the wooden walls were old and holes had been made to spy from one changing room to the next. If you really wanted to peep next door you only had to stand on the bench at the back and look over the wall as it was at least a foot off the ceiling and about 6 inches off the floor.

It was common for us young horny boys to try and see into the girls changing rooms under the door from the pool but the most we ever saw was a glimpse of panties being pulled up or down as they changed. We never managed to see above their ankles no matter how we tried, and believe me we tried!

Spying on the boys in the next cubicle was commonplace. You peeped at them and they peeped at you. It was generally accepted. When you got undressed you had to put your clothes in a basket which got put in lockers for safe keeping until after your swim.

The pool was used for various galas and swimming competitions. I had used it from school as well as the youth club I attended.

But this day was a bit unusual. Although I was not a member of the Sea Scouts I had been asked by the organiser, Roger, to help with basic life-saving duties. I had no training but he was happy to just have another body by the side of the pool in case anyone got in trouble. Some of the kids were very young, just 8 or 9 years old and we couldn't be sure how good swimmers they were.

Roger and I had spent the evening just standing beside the pool, towels wrapped around our shoulders to try and keep warm in the draughty old building. I had a couple of dips in the water more to warm up than anything, but by the time the event was over I was cold to the bone.

Roger had to wait until everyone was out of the water and wanted me to keep an eye out as well, so we were the last ones to leave the poolside and head for a changing room. There was only one left just about in the middle of the boys side, so we headed for the lockers to get our clothes and then into the changing room, sliding the bolt behind us.

I didn't really think anything of it as Roger just stripped off right there and then. He was what I considered old, probably in his early 40s and had a bit of a paunch, but he was always friendly and obviously concerned to keep all the other boys safe so I felt safe with him.

Following his lead I did the same, sliding my wet swimmers down and off, standing there stark naked as I towelled myself dry. To my surprise, he crouched down to look through one of the spy holes and grinned.

"Take a look," he said to me, standing up.

I wasn't sure about doing that. Sure, I had looked through the spy holes many times before but never with an adult there and it seemed somehow more dangerous.

I crouched down and peered through to see two boys, probably about 10, vigorously rubbing themselves with their towels. I knew them vaguely from the neighbourhood so it made it even more exciting to see them naked, their little pricks standing out hard and proud and they rubbed themselves with their towels.

As I watched one of the boys reached out and started rubbing the other boys dick back and forth, then the other boy did the same to him and they stood there rubbing each other. I couldn't see their faces but I guess this was not the first time they had done that because neither seemed in the least embarrased in front of the other.

I stood up quickly and whispered to Roger, "They're rubbing each other!"

He knelt down to get a good view through the small hole. A big grin spread across his face and he glanced up at me and winked. "They are obviously 'friends'," he said smirking, all the emphasis on "friends". He returned to the hole to watch some more.

"Oh, they've stopped. They're getting dressed now."

As he got up off his knees his cock was hard and standing straight out in front of him. He reached down and started to wank slowly. "This is the best way to get warm, don't you think?" And with that he reached over and grabbed my balls, not hard, but it made me jump with surprise. "Are you going to warm up as well?"

I couldn't help myself. My cock was now rock hard what with the view through the hole, Roger stroking himself and just the fact of being in an enclosed, locked space with a naked adult. My cock was reacting fast and rising up, there was no way to hide it so I started to stroke myself as well. And he was right, it really did warm me up.

Roger sank to his knees again and I thought he was going to look through the hole again but instead he reached out and put his hands on my buttocks, drawing me closer to him. I let go of my prick and as he pulled me closer he opened his mouth and just sucked my cock right in.

I was really quite scared at that because it had happened so fast but it felt so good and I did trust him, so I let him carry on. He was pulling me by my ass so I was sort of pushing my cock in and out of his mouth. Each time he pulled me towards him my cock completely disappeared into his mouth, right down to my balls. God it felt good.

And before I really knew about it I was cumming, right into his mouth, and he just kept right on sucking and sliding up and down me. If felt fantastic. The best cum I had ever had. He stopped sucking me so hard and sort of licked me clean, sucking the last little drop by pursing his lips right over the tip, flicking his tongue over my little pee hole and sucking gently while pulling his thumb up the underside of my cock like he was squeezing the last bit of toothpaste out of the tube.

My body was jerking with such a fantastic orgasm and the super sensitivity of my dick. He let me go and stood up again. "You seemed to like that. Ever had that done to you before?"

I hesitated, not quite sure how to answer him. Deciding on telling him the truth, I said, "It was fantastic and, no, I've never had that done before."

"Well you have a beautiful cock and anytime you'd like me to do that again you just ask, but don't tell anyone 'cos I could get into trouble."

"OK." It all felt a bit wrong but really good. I thought about what he had just said, trying to decide if I really wanted to do it again and deciding a definite "Yes".

"Do you fancy sucking mine and see if you like doing it to me?"

His cock was a bit longer than mine but no thicker, I guess about 7 inches. He stood in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders, gently encouraging me to move back and sit on the bench at the back of the cubicle. I sat down and me moved in front of me so his cock was right in line with my mouth.

"It's OK, I won't cum in your mouth unless you want me to. Just open your mouth and suck on it like I did to you."

His hands moved to the back of my head, not pulling me towards his throbbing cock, just guiding me. In some way I felt that, as he had done it to me, then I should do it to him.

I took hold of his shaft, feeling the warmth and hardness of it, yet the softness of the skin. I peeled his foreskin back and forth over the head feeling him swell slightly as I pulled down to the base, revealing the glistening head. I opened my mouth and let his cock slip in between my lips. It tasted sort of sweet and slightly salty, slippery with the precum leaking from the tip.

He moaned "Oooh, that's really nice," as he felt my tongue slip down the underside and I could feel his hardness twitching in my mouth. It felt good and I started to suck harder, my mouth and hand working together moving up and down, taking as much as I could into my mouth until it touched the back of my throat and I coughed slightly as I tried not to gag.

"Don't go too deep," he said kindly. "Just take what you are comfortable with until you get used to it."

I found that I could control the depth of each stroke with my hand and found a rhythm that I could do without gagging. He was starting to moan more now but obviously trying to stifle any noise so as not to attract attention from the people on either side of us.

"Use your other hand on my balls," he whispered, so I cupped his balls in my hand and rolled them around in his sack. He was starting to push towards me with each stroke and I was afraid he would push too deep and hurt me but he must have known and made sure he never pushed too hard.

After only a couple of minutes he said "Careful now, I'm really close to cumming. You are so good at this you know." And with that he went to pull out of my mouth but I really didn't want him to. I wanted to do to him what he had done to me so I kept hold of his cock and balls so he would stay in my mouth.

I moved back so only the head of his cock was still in my mouth and used my tongue to lick the underside while pressing it against the roof of my mouth while still stroking up and down the base of his shaft. He got the message that I wanted him to cum in my mouth and he did.

I felt him swell in my mouth and go really hard. He was almost standing on tiptoes as his body went rigid. The first spurt was so forceful it caught me by surprise and before I could do anything about it the second shot came, then a third and by the fourth my mouth was full of his cock and his cum. Without really thinking I swallowed, then again, trying to clear the fullness in my mouth but I couldn't stop some of it leaking from the corners of my lips around his cock.

He was grunting quietly and giving little thrusts into my mouth as the last drops left the tip of his softening cock.

"Shit, you are good at that. Have you really never done that before?" Roger asked.

"No, but it felt really good, really exciting." I thought about what he had said about doing it to me again. "I guess I would like to do that to you again like you said about me."

"Well, I can see we are going to become best of friends. Next time you must come round to my flat where we know we won't be disturbed. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good." I thought for a moment about what I had to do that week. "How about tomorrow?"

"Wow, you really are eager to do it again. He looked down at my groin. I hadn't even realised that I was hard again. I had been concentrating so much on what I was doing to him I hadn't noticed what it had been doing to me. "By the looks of things you are ready for more now, but we had better get dressed and get out of this changing room before anyone suspects anything."

We used our towels to dry ourselves properly and clean up the signs of our activities and pulled on our clothes. My cock was still hard and I had to try and adjust my jeans so it wasn't so obvious, letting my t-shirt fall down to my hips so it helped to cover my arousal.

We left the cubicle and headed for the door. On the way Roger said, "If you are serious about coming round tomorrow, make it early afternoon so we have lots of time." He told me the address and, with a cheery wave, we went our separate ways.

My erection had subsided by the time I got home but as I stood in the shower, rinsing off the chlorine from the pool and the odd drop of dried cum, I thought about what had happened.

Up it came again as I washed myself, massaging the soap into my balls, around my ass letting a fingertip slip just inside as I liked to do, up and down my shaft feeling the slippery warmth of the soapy water on the head and I sort of relived the time we had in the changing cubicle.

As another orgasm ran through me, my body shook with the force of it and I nearly slipped over in the shower as shot after shot of sperm spurted from my 13-year-old horny dick.

I was really looking forward to tomorrow!

 

Hi Blindman, What a great story. Looking for you to write about the next day. Sounds like you had more fun.