Some notes: This is a gay male story. There is public nudity, but nothing too crazy. There is also some fighting/violence (towards bullies in self defense), but no lasting damage, and, again, nothing too crazy. All characters are above the age of 18.
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I had to finish my senior year of high school in a completely new city, in a new state.
I never went hungry, but I grew up lower than middle class. There were nights we waited for the after 5 pm discount at the grocery store to buy expiring items for dinner. But my parents loved me and my younger brother very much. They worked a lot of hours to make ends meet. My dad got some job oversees that was supposed to make more than we'd ever imagined and could really turn things around for my family. As my brother was several years younger than me, it made sense for him to go with my parents, while I was already 18 and just had a year of high school left.
So... here I was with an aunt I'd met like twice, who worked a lot of night shifts and often took long weekends to visit her out of town boyfriend, so I'd probably see her two more times before I graduated.
She took the time off to help me settle in on my move in day. She seemed nice enough and welcoming.
Later, I asked for recommendations to keep busy. I still had most of summer before school started, and I had no friends and nothing to do. My aunt gave directions to a public outdoor pool closeby.
I rode my skateboard instead of taking the bus to to see more of the town on my way. I stopped to admire something through a store window, when I looked up to make eye contact with the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life.
His skin was gold and his dark, glossy hair was just long enough to almost get in his eyes. He had - omg- a lip ring. I didn't even know that was a weakness of mine until he used his tongue to play with it and held my gaze. Wow.
He was probably early to mid twenties, tall, and built like stone. He had obvious strength, and his corded muscles moved deliciously under his smooth looking skin. He emanated power, like he knew how to use his body, for a fight or a fuck.
I shivered, then winked at him playfully. He laughed, and I continued on my way.
When I arrived, it was a surprise the facility was still in use from how old and beat up it looked.
I was already dressed in my black swim trunks - black was kind of my go to - and tossed my bag with a change of clothes for afterwards to the side. There was a sign that read: Caution No Lifeguard On Duty.
I put on my goggles and dove in, swimming several laps of 50 meters with short breaks in between.
The guy next to me was obviously fit, but maybe swimming wasn't his sport, because he swam 25 yard reps clunkily with lots of breaks. Two idiots also noticed and made fun of him.
Before the guy could retort, I yelled back, "Fuck off! Let's see you bafoons swim that many laps!" I look pretty quiet, but yes, people sometimes call me loud when I do decide to speak.
They mumbled, made ugly faces to match their attitudes, and walked away... for now.
I sat on the edge to reapply sunscreen to my pale complexion.
The guy next to me leaned over the lane divider. "I can handle those two, but thanks. You new around here?"
"Yeah, I just moved to town- ah, shit!" I got sunscreen in my eye.
He offered me his towel.
I waved him off. "Water will be better." I jumped back in and washed my face until it stopped stinging. When I came back up with a thumbs up, he smiled and started on his choppy laps again. I did too. Forget the sunscreen.
The locker rooms matched the outside. It was an old, squeaky, echoing large communal shower that opened up to a wide area lined with lockers. The showers were extremely awkward, and the set up made it worse, because the guys in the locker room area were almost an audience. I definitely noticed more than a few eying those in the shower. Whether sexually or just sizing each other up, I couldn't quite tell for all of them.
I wasn't complaining. I'll take a free chance to swim in the heat any time.
I slid my wet suit that clung to my skin down my hips. Not wanting to flash my dick or butt, I decided on a sideway stance.
The closest side showers had filled up pretty quickly. As it was getting closer to dinner time, most of the pool and rec area cleared out and filled the locker rooms. There had to be at least 20 showers and almost all of them full with muscular men, and another 20 toiling around the locker room. I bit my lip. I hadn't ever been nude in front of so many people before.
Naked as the day I was born, I walked by every equally naked man there to get to the last empty shower head at the very back. I definitely felt some appreciative gazes. And some blatantly hostile ones. It faced the locker room and was lined with the rest of the showers on either side. Because the shabby lighting was dim or lower in most of the area, the one light hanging above this shower felt like a spotlight. I realized why it was left empty.
Maybe, I should withstand the itchy chlorine and shower at home next time. No turning back now. I'll make it quick.
The water was warm. Steam from my shower added to the rest.
As I gazed unspecifically around the lines of nude male bodies around me, I had a sudden thought of that hot guy from town "showering" with me. My dick twitched. I grimaced. Down boy. This was so not the time. I closed my eyes, trying to think of safe topics, like unpacking the rest of my stuff when I returned to my new home.
I was rinsing out shampoo, minding my own business, when I opened my eyes to find the big idiot from before and his idiot friend towering over me. They'd found a third idiot to join, too. "You should learn some respect about how to talk to your betters."
Betters? I snorted. Did he mean the pool incident? He started it.
I spared a glance at their cocks. Okay, so they were surprisingly average looking when soft, for guys with such small dick energy. I didn't linger long, lifting my eyes back to their faces and quirked an eyebrow.
They just continued to stare, waiting. Was that supposed to be intimidating?
"You can take a picture. It'll last longer." Cheesy line but whatever. I didn't have time for bullies. I continued rinsing my hair.
"You won't be smug for long." The main idiot cracked his knuckles menacingly and crowded my space. There was only about an inch between our naked bodies. I didn't back down.
Oh fuck, my dick twitched again in anticipation of wiping these smug idiot's sneers off their faces.
He reached for me, but in one smooth motion, I flipped him over my shoulder. He landed hard on his back with a splash. It was obvious the wind was knocked out of him. He slid, knocking into a guy under a shower head nearby, who gave him a kick.
"What the..." His friend started at me and met a similar fate. I think he landed on his tailbone.
This was the first time other guys in the vicinity took notice. Damn, my dick was filling slowly. I got to whoop ass and have an audience? It pulsed. Down boy! Down! Fuck it.
I'd never given a smackdown naked before. I had to be careful with my movements, because the floors were slippery, but I could take these guys in my sleep.
It was different feeling the air whisp past my ass cheeks that jiggled and my dick and balls that weren't held tightly by a jockstrap. They flew around and bounced, unresitricted with my movements. Hmmm, maybe I should make working out in the nude a regular thing.
The next approached. I even gave him a chance to actually start an attack, just for fun. I hit his trachea and twisted his arm as he collapsed to the ground. I didn't hit it hard enough to deviate, just cause some self-resolving breathing issues.
I got bored easily, so growing up my parents signed me up for sport after sport for 'underserved' kids, when they could, to give me a healthy outlet. I found martial arts did the trick. I had done years of taekwondo and krav maga. I was state champion, before I moved to this state and backwater town.
These meatheads may be bigger, but they were no match for me. I was small for my age of 18, or any adult really, so people always made assumptions. I almost felt sorry for them. But not quite.
By now, we had everyone's attention.
The original meathead tried to get back up, but I slammed my foot down on his chest. It was a power pose if there ever was one. My dick swung partially swollen between my legs.
