Mitch was a happy guy. His thoughtful financial planning had allowed him to retire early. Now, as a 56-year-old man, he both looked and felt good. He and his wife had divorced and parted ways amicably three years prior to his retirement and his two sons were grown men and living fruitful and successful lives in different states.
As an adult, Mitch knew the importance of taking care of his body as well as his mind and his finances. He exercised daily, enjoyed running and cycling and was no stranger to cross training classes. His physique was muscular and defined and he looked distinguished whether in a suit and tie or a speedo.
In addition, he had a lot of friends at his local gym and always felt comfortable in the locker room. Confidence exuded Mitch and he could, at times, be a bit of an exhibitionist as he strolled naked from his locker to the gang showers with his long, circumcised penis swinging freely between his legs. From time to time he would catch a glimpse of himself in one of the full length mirrors in the locker room and think: "Not too shabby, Mitch!"
Although Mitch liked the term "retired" he felt he needed something to do in addition to his exercise routine and his passion for a good book. So, he perused the help wanted ads on various sites until he came across something interesting. It was a position as a custodian at a nearby small community college. Also, it was a part time position (which he preferred) and the hours were in the late evening (10 pm--1 am, Monday -- Thursday). The pay wasn't too abysmal and he could put what he earned toward a new bike.
So Mitch completed the online application and sent it off. Two days later his phone rang and, after a phone interview, he had the job. He would start the following Monday.
On Monday evening he arrived at the Maintenance Office a full hour before his shift was to start. He wanted to look professional and ready to work. A handsome young man appearing to be in his early to mid-twenties entered the office and introduced himself as Serge. Serge told Mitch that he was the night time supervisor and Mitch would be under his direction. Mitch much preferred the term "supervisor" over boss especially when the "boss" was clearly half his age.
Serge was soft spoken but direct. He welcomed Mitch with a firm handshake and Mitch took note of his large hands wondering if that might correspond to other parts of his anatomy.
The supervisor explained how they would work as a team and then showed Mitch what areas he would be in charge of. He explained that Mitch would be cleaning two large hallways, a small auditorium and the men's locker room. Serge would be cleaning rooms and offices in the administrative building across the parking lot. Since it was his first night, Serge would be by from time to time to check in on him and see if there were any questions.
Mitch got to work immediately. He liked to clean as he felt a sense of accomplishment as he worked. As he was cleaning the shower room in the men's locker room he stopped for a moment to go through the shower room door which led to the pool. While he stood there looking at the pool he wished he had more opportunities to swim as it would complement his other cardio workouts.
When Serge came by later to check on his progress, Mitch floated the idea about using the pool during his nightly 20 minute break time. Serge immediately nixed the idea citing insurance and safety concerns. Mitch tried to point out that he was a good swimmer and...but Serge cut him off and simply said that it would not be permitted. As he left the locker room he said he trusted that Mitch understood and, as his supervisor, he expected him to comply with the rules.
While Mitch understood, he didn't like taking "orders" from the young man with the beautiful blue eyes. Besides, what Serge didn't know certainly wouldn't hurt him. He would be in and out of the pool before his youthful supervisor ever had any idea. And doing laps would be great for his workout regimen.
