This story is a side story that takes place six years before the main events of the story between Dennis and John. It tells how Bill and John first met.
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THE SWIM TEAM, PART VI.V -- WHEN BILL MET JOHN
SIX YEARS AGO
It was that time of year again--summer--and that meant one thing: theater season. It was all his wife talked about throughout the year, and it was the time of year Bill hated the most. The season ran for eight weeks in the hot, humid weather of Bay City--the metropolis located just 30 minutes up the interstate from the small suburb of Seaside. Now, it wouldn't have been all that bad if the theater was indoors, but Bay City happened to have one of the largest outdoor municipal theaters in the entire world, if not the largest, so every Tuesday--same Bat-time, same Bat-channel--Bill was subjected to sitting through a bunch of fairies frolicking across a stage while he bathed in his own sweat. On top of all that, his wife made him wear a stupid Hawaiian shirt to every show because it was the "unofficial" attire of all the "older, distinguished" men in the crowd. So that is where Bill found himself that Tuesday night, the first night of the new season, preparing to sweat his way through all twenty hours of "The Sound of Music."
They arrived at 6:30 even though the show didn't start until 8:15. His wife, Mary, had a whole routine she had to do before each show. At 6:30, they'd take their usual parking spot near the park tennis courts. This provided the perfect vantage point to clear the area after the show was done. Then, she would immediately lay out a blanket so they could spend the next half hour sharing a picnic together. Of all the hard things he had to endure during one of these shows, the fact that his body didn't quite bend anymore in the way picnics required, made this one of the worst for Bill. After finishing the meal, they would head over to the pavilion for light show tunes and socializing with some of their mutual friends. In reality, this meant Bill standing awkwardly near a picnic table while Mary laughed obnoxiously at a couple telling stories from their family vacation. Cynthia, the woman was quite nasally, and Grant, the husband, always wore a cardigan around his neck. Seriously, Bill thought, it's 90 degrees out, you're never going to need that fucking cardigan. Finally, like clockwork, they would all file into the theater at 7:45, so that Mary would have time to use the restroom and locate their seats. This was the one part of the night Bill looked forward to. For in this moment, under the guise of needing to use the restroom himself, he would get to split up from the group and have some alone time.
Bill loved his wife. He really did. They had met in high school and had been together ever since. It was one of those romances most high school girls dream about; though, in reality, it was a little less romantic than the movies would have you believe. They got married, had two lovely kids, and were generally liked by their friends and neighbors. Bill had never strayed, nor had he even looked at another woman with any sort of lust like he did his wife. Instead, he looked at their husbands. And if the theater was good for anything, it was the eye candy.
As he neared the restroom, Bill noticed another older gentleman making his way down the ramp. The man had a receding hairline, but otherwise had a nice head of snow white hair. He wore glasses, and had a pelt of chest hair reaching out from the deep V in his salmon-colored Hawaiian shirt. Various flowers circled around the shirt that was tucked tightly in his shorts. The man had no meat on his bones, but that was alright. Bill tended to like some heft, but from his experience, the skinny guys had longer cocks, which meant more to see.
Bill followed the man into the restroom and took a urinal two up from him. There were some other guys in there, but it was a large restroom, so they were too awkwardly spaced for his purposes. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his 3.5 inches of soft meat. He gave it a tug and started pissing. His heart always began to race at this point. It was exhilarating and nauseating at the same time. With a deep breath, he shifted his eyes to the left and turned his head ever so slightly. He caught sight of the man's hand, which was mostly blocking his cock. Fuck, Bill thought. That was just his luck. First show of the season and the guy's dick wasn't big enough to reach past the hand. But, just as he was about to turn back, the man shook the excess urine from his dick and Bill caught a glimpse of it flopping. Just as quickly as it began, however, the man slid his member back into his pants, zipped up, and left the room. Bill looked down at his own dick, gave it a shake, and exited, as well.
He found his way to his seat--these were different from the ones they had last year--and handed his wife her lemon shaved ice from the concession stand. She always had a lemon, and he always had strawberry. He hadn't paid much attention when he had asked the people to move, as he was more concerned with sneaking by them quickly so as to not inconvenience them any more than he already had. But after sitting down, as he was getting situated, he caught glimpse of the man on the end. He was a little older than Bill, probably in his mid-fifties, and had a full head of salt-and-pepper hair, with a similar beard to match. Like the man in the restroom, this man also had a tuft of chest hair poking out of his teal Hawaiian shirt. Unlike the guy from before, this one had the most magnificent belly Bill had ever seen. It was nice and round, with no flab. Just a perfect, firm gut. The man looked over and, for a second, their eyes met. Bill immediately turned his attention back towards his shaved ice, and didn't dare look back over until after the orchestra had played the national anthem and the show had begun.
When he finally did look over--at some point around the time Maria was arriving at the von Trapp estate--the man was engrossed in the show. This gave Bill the perfect opportunity to take him in. He watched as the man's gentle face reacted to the action. He laughed; he scowled; he looked as if he was genuinely concerned with the happenings, as if he hadn't seen the show a thousand times before. All the while, he had his right hand crossed over his left arm, placed lightly atop his wife's. That sealed that. Not like anything was going to happen anyway; Bill had never acted on his desires for men. But this guy and his wife looked good together, and there was no way Bill had any chance . . . even in his wildest dreams.
The show broke for intermission and Bill had to stand up. Mary would tell him it had only been a little over an hour, and not ten like he claimed, but intermission was always the perfect time for Bill to stretch his legs by reengaging in his favorite sport. When he saw the man from the end of the row stand up, as well, Bill knew that his luck may have improved.
He followed the man through the crowd and joined the line heading into the men's restroom. It was nothing compared to the line for the women's, which stretched up and down the aisles, and it moved at over double the pace. The man ended up a few spots ahead of him. As the line worked around the corner and into the restroom, Bill saw the man take the next available open spot all the way down on the right next to the sinks. Just then, as if part of a dream, the urinal next to that one opened as well. Bill rushed that way, not wanting anyone else to swoop in and take it from him.
His heart was racing before he even had his dick out. Taking a deep breath, he peeked down to the right and saw about two inches of the man's cock. And what a cock it was! It was thick and smooth, with no visible blemishes. The head was nice and round and was shooting a steady stream of hot piss into the urinal. Beneath the man's hand was a dense bush of pubes. Bill licked his lips without even realizing it. As he did so, he saw movement from higher up. His head darted upwards and for a brief second, he could see the man staring down at his own cock. Then, the man's eyes met Bill's once more. Bill panicked. Shit! He had been caught. The man who was sitting right next to his wife had caught him looking. What if he told her? What if he outed Bill for being a bit curious? It would ruin everything.
Bill didn't even shake, he just shoved his dick back in his pants and rushed out of the room. He didn't stop for his usual popcorn and soda, he just found his way quickly and quietly back to his seat and sat down.
"No popcorn?" Mary asked. "I was looking forward to that."
"Not tonight," Bill muttered. "Line was too long," he lied.
The man came back and took his seat next to his wife. As he was maneuvering into the seat, he looked up the aisle at Bill. Their eyes met once more and Bill immediately choked.
"Are you alright?" Mary asked.
"Yes," Bill panicked. "Why wouldn't I be?"
