I'd been working at the pool for, oh, maybe 18 months? Times had been hard. My wife Jane had left four years earlier, she'd found out that I'd been having an affair. In fact I'd had several affairs. I think Jane had known for sometime that I was unfaithful, it was only when I took a girl home and fucked her on the front porch while Jane listened upstairs that she'd decided that enough was enough.
I couldn't blame her. In fact, I didn't really care. It gave me freedom, stopped me having to hide my womanising. I could fuck around in the open with nothing to worry about. Briefly I'd moved in with someone, but that had ended much the same way. What can I say? I'm a man, I like to fuck.
People talked about me. It wasn't a big town, a lot of people knew who I was and what I did. They knew I could've been drafted into the NFL if I hadn't broken my leg, they knew I was divorced, they knew that at the age of 34 I still worked as a lifeguard and had no kids. I had a reputation for screwing around, I didn't give a fuck.
The reputation helped score pussy. I was still a handsome guy, 6'2, 180 pounds of muscle, blue eyes and dark hair with just a few flecks of grey. I worked out everyday, I swam everyday, I had a few wrinkles but my body was just as firm and honed as when I was 22. The girls were attracted to me and because of my reputation, they knew I was a good fuck. Word of my cock's size had gotten out too. Girls who dated me knew they'd be getting 8 and a half inches of thick throbbing muscle.
I kinda don't mind gossip when it's stuff like that getting spread around!
Anyway, that month I'd kinda been going through a bad patch. I'd just moved apartments, I was spending less time cruising bars and more time sitting at home, having a drink and watching football. I needed space to collect my thoughts. Things were getting stale. I needed something new in my life. New job maybe? New town? One thing was for sure, I needed a spark from somewhere. I'd even gotten tired of flirting with girls around the pool, somehow all the girls I met were just blurring into one continuous procession of perfect white teeth and perfect blonde hair that ohhhed and ahhhed over me like I was some kinda zoo animal. It was just getting boring.
That night, it was a Wednesday, the local high school's swim team had been practising late. They were local champions and trained hard, using the pool until well into the evening. It was around 8pm, they'd just gotten out the pool and were heading to the locker room to shower. The place closed at 8.30 and I was kinda keen to get them out of there so I could lock up. I told Janice the receptionist she could take off. I went into the locker room, strode through, tapping on the lockers shouting out the time and generally dropping hints. It was time for everybody to get going.
I walked past the communal shower, there were three guys still in there, covered in shower gel foam and enjoying the hot water jetting over their bodies. The guy in the middle I'd noticed before. His name was Adam. He had real talent, the star of the team. I looked at him now, completely naked with his back to me and soapy water running down his spine, over his buttocks and dripping slowly down his thighs. He had an incredible body. His skin was flawless. He was a deep, maple syrup tan from head to toe. Even his ass cheeks were stained a rich golden colour, such a contrast to the milky white shower foam spilling over his body. His hair was golden too, a bright, vibrant blonde, cut short. His muscles were exceptionally well developed for an 18 year old. He looked like he'd been carved out of one solid block of wood. Flawless, completely untainted and unblemished from the meaty shoulders which rippled as he moved his arms through the water to his tight, hard ass cheeks and taut leg muscles. His skin was smooth, hairless. He must have spent a lot of money on tanning salons and body waxes. He was like a 6ft, golden bodied cherub. He looked over his shoulder, catching me staring. I blurted something out something like, "Come on ladies, it isn't prom night! Place is closing." The other two guys started finishing off and quickly went to towel down and get changed. Adam just smiled at me, and carried on with his shower. I walked away, deciding not to hassle them anymore.
I walked around the pool complex, shutting off lights, locking doors. Then returned to the locker room. It was empty now, everyone had gone. But a hiss of running water was still coming from the shower room. One of the jokers was still there! I cursed under my breath and stormed off toward the shower area.
