Watching swimmers

Thinking back further though explains why I made that decision though.

Memories serve me well in putting together a reasonable explanation. I remember as a young teenager, maybe thirteen years old, and being a very poor swimmer. It didn’t matter to me though, I enjoyed the competition. Furthermore, I enjoyed the locker room after the practice because that’s when everyone had to shower and change.

Back then, it wasn’t unusual for all the boys to strip down naked and shower as a group in the large shower. It wasn’t unusual, heck it was what everyone did. They just did it. It wasn’t a thing back then.

And I remember going in to the locker room prior to practice and determining where I should position my locker so that when I got changed, I could see the most number of naked boys. There were sixteen shower heads and in this one spot of the locker room, I could see all sixteen boys strip down out of their swimsuits and shower. They were all my age or older and never noticed I was practically staring at them.

I also remember being friends with a boy who was a little older than me. He had a penis that was triple, maybe quadruple the length of any I’d ever seen in that locker room. It had to have been five or six inches long, just hanging there not being erect. It didn’t take long before I had picked the locker next to his, so I could watch him and more importantly watch his penis dangle and wangle while he got changed.

I can remember it today all these years later.