I am happy to share my stories. But, French of origin, thank you for your understanding for my English which remains very imperfect!
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Last month I finally submitted my resignation. It was really a rotten company, depressing work and an unhealthy atmosphere. But, as it was very well paid, I could save quite a lot and decided to take my time before taking up another job. At 35, I won't have any difficulty: I have a good CV and engineers are very much looked for.
35 is also the age when, if you don't play sports, everything starts to go wrong: your stomach grows, your pecs and shoulders melt, your ass softens... I really need to recover quickly to sport to make up for all that, even if I still have some nice leftovers!
As a student, I competed on the college swim team. At the top of my game, I really turned a lot of heads when I strolled with my only speedo by the pool. For 2-3 years, I started swimming again. At the swimming pool very close to my work, during the lunch break, once or twice a week. But what a rush in this swimming pool at that time... Although access to it is not authorized for those under 18 before 4 p.m.
Now that I have more freedom, my first resolution is to go there more often and above all to come as soon as it opens to be able to swim a little seriously.
Monday, first day of my new life without work. I arrived there at 11am. I was the first one. As a matter of fact, I was the first one from the public, because the swimming pool is reserved every morning until 11 a.m. for students from the neighboring college.
Barely arrived in the changing rooms, I hear arriving from the pool and in the neighboring showers an army of young swimmers, laughing, shouting, heckling as we all do at 20 years old. So, I swarm to get naked and head as quickly as possible to the shower room!
There are 12 shower heads, 6 on each side. They are already all busy and there are still another dozen guys waiting their turn. They are all 19 or 20 years old, with beautiful toned and muscular bodies. They are beautiful athletes who show me all their arguments: most have already left their speedos. It's a heavenly sight for me: broad shoulders, V-shaped backs, puffy pecs, powerful arms and thighs, well-rounded asses and cocks galore!
"Sorry sir. We're taking up a lot of space, but we're in a hurry today because our next class starts in 15 minutes!" Says to me a young guy waiting for his turn.
"It doesn't matter. I'm in no hurry... I also swam in competition when I was your age..."
"OK. Thanks! We are training hard at the moment because next month is the national inter-university championship. So it's training every morning! By the way, I'm Adam..."
"Martin. Delighted! We risk meeting again because I have decided to really get back to swimming..."
While we're chatting, I can't help ogling all these handsome guys who soap themselves diligently and then let the water run over their smooth, muscular bodies. By dint of rubbing, some have the beginnings of erection. I even see that some of them couldn't help letting their dick go up towards the ceiling: it triggers laughter and jokes among their mates.