The first peek at his bare backside was completely accidental. But as long as nobody noticed I was safe to steal another. His perfect butt was both plump and muscular and very hard not to gawk at. Based on the well-defined contours, it was pretty clear he spent quite a bit of time working out. With every slow swipe of his thick white towel, more and more of my attention focused on his bare ass. If there was a moment where I was attracted to men, this was definitely one of those moments. Being bisexual meant the best and worst of both worlds. It meant I could pretend to be straight, while secretly staring at some guys butt in the swimming pools locker room. It also meant that there was a good chance I would get knocked out if I was caught.
After wiping his upper back dry he dropped the dripping wet towel down to the locker room floor. His boxers were the thinner type of boxers with that extra thick elastic at the waistline. Somehow he was completely oblivious to me still salivating at him. With my back towards him, I slipped my own tight white underwear up to my waist. I was doing my very best not expose my swelling hard-on. Now he was fumbling with the belt to his jeans. As I pulled my pants up over my underwear, I stole another peek at him.
His jeans were on tight enough to see the outline of his perfect ass muscles. I was busy buttoning up my shirt when he walked by me. He was so close to me that his right upper shoulder accidentally bumped into me. He was so close to me that I could smell his cheap cologne wafting right up into both my nostrils. He didn't apologize for bumping into me, maybe he didn't even realize. The important thing was I was able to get a decent look at the rest of him. It turned out we had both gone to the same college. His gym bag had the yellow and black bee outline on it that all the college seniors had. It also looked like he was part of the football team based on the small football on the upper right crest of his sweater.
His long strawberry blonde hair was still soaking wet and dripping beads of water down on to his sweater. He turned back to face me, perhaps to apologize for bumping into me. But instead his beautiful silver eyes lit up and he just continued along past me. His perfect pink lips were still wet and a bit purplish from the cold pool water. His lips were perfectly defined and heart-shaped, and I only dreamt of kissing them. Or at least wiping the remaining trickles of water of his beautiful rosy cheeks. His jaw-line was as strong and chiseled as the rest of his slender upper body. Being bisexual also meant being turned on by hot muscular college seniors who had pretty feminine features. He was definitely the type of college stud I always fantasized about. As he pushed the door to the locker room, I couldn't help but stare lustfully at his perfect butt-cheeks just once more.
It seemed odd that I'd never seen him at the swimming pool before. It was very unlikely a hot college senior wouldn't arouse my attention. I was in my forties, and probably the youngest regular there. Besides the occasional swim competitors, it was usually just the old folks who swam during the day.
I was finally finished getting dressed and pushed the door to the locker room open. I worked as a teacher a few short blocks away from the center. The whole walk back I could feel that constant swelling pressing between my legs, and hitting against my metal jeans zipper. That whole night I fantasized about his hot naked ass, wondering if I would ever see him again.
Three very long days later my erotic dreams became a reality
He was swimming three lanes over from me. He stood high above the water, and was about to do a dive into the deep-end. I hated diving and usually just swam back forth until I was tuckered out. I pretended to tread water in place, but was secretly watching his every move. His long and slender arms were stretched high above his head, and his pretty blonde hair had fallen back over his strong upper body. He pulled his arms up a little bit higher over his head, giving me a perfect view of his well defined six-pack.
He stretched his arms once more, pulling them all the way back behind his upper back. Luckily, he was still completely oblivious to me gawking at him from across the pool. Now my attention was focused on his very tight blue Speedo, and the thick package within it.
The thick bulging tip of his cock was pressing tightly against the soft blue fabric. As he stretched his arms the tip seemed to slide back and forth against his tight little Speedo, and rub lightly against the fabric. His Speedo slid down to the side just a little bit, giving me a nice view of his thick 'V' muscles. But Just as I got a good look at the outline of his cock, he vanished into the deep-end. Now, I had to do my best to distract myself from the swelling that was forming between my own legs. But like a dog in heat, every time he surfaced up for another dive I would just stare at him. Every time he crawled out of the water his Speedo would slip just a little, giving me a nice peek at his cute wet ass.
I finished up with my laps and climbed out of the pool. Unable to ignore the rising tension between my thighs, I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist and headed back to the locker room. The last thing I needed was someone to notice me beginning to swell. Just as I began to undress I heard someone open the red locker directly behind me. Usually it was the older guy I chatted with who used that locker, but as soon as I turned around my heart began to beat wildly.
He was humming along and wiping himself off with his thick white towel. I was really going to have to control myself this time. We were back-to-back and he was so close that I could feel some of the water come off his boy. We were so close to each other that I could even feel a small splash of water as his Speedo hit the locker room floor. There it was again, that perfectly formed and plump ass of his. I pretended to look for something in my bag but was truthfully staring right at him. He bent down to the ground to pick up his wet Speedo and I stared in awe. His thick cheeks were spread far enough apart that his puckered up pink hole was almost completely visible. If only he knew how much I wanted to grab his thick juicy ass and lick his tight puckered up hole.
He stuffed his wet Speedo inside his gym bag continued for fumble in his locker for something. Lucky for me, he accidentally dropped his T-shirt down on the floor. After muttering a few cuss words, he bent down to pick it up. His pink hole was even more exposed this time, and begging for attention. His hole was stretched even wider this time, giving me a perfect view of his clenched pink asshole.
He stood up and ruined my perfect view. Not wanting him to see my rock hard boner, I quickly finished getting dressed. Just as I finished putting the rest of my clothes on, I turned to check him out again. I bit my lip so hard it nearly bled inside my mouth. I don't know if he saw me staring or not but I prayed he didn't. It wasn't his ass I was looking at this time. This time I was looking directly at the front of his naked body. I quickly turned back around, terrified he'd seen me staring.
