Chapter 1

My name is Mark. I’m not sure where to start, because I don’t remember all of my childhood, but I clearly remember certain events that had a major impact on me. My parents, my three sisters and myself lived up North near a medium size city that had a military base and a small university.

At approximately fourteen years of age, I was very shy and naive about sex. To be honest, I knew nothing about the sexual act. I was very attracted to the girls in my class, and when I started noticing breasts, that is all I thought about, the bigger the better. I was only about five feet tall, and thin. There was one unusual characteristic about me that I didn’t realize was unusual. I hadn’t seen any other males to compare myself with nor did I even care. I don’t know exactly how long my penis was, it grew, as I got older, but at fourteen it reached my knees. As I grew taller, so did the length of my penis. I didn’t know there was anything unusual about it. It was there, but a couple years earlier, I started experiencing great pleasures from rubbing it. Until certain events that occurred later in this writing, my penis never got hard; sometimes it got slightly firm, but most of the time it was always floppy (flaccid).

Anyhow, one of the events that affected me was at a local indoor pool a few miles from the city. I’m not sure if it was part of the military or the university. It was a large pool in a building that had a narrow tall lobby that lead to four doors. It wasn’t like a normal community pool in town where you had an entrance where you would pay or anything like that, there were these large gray steel doors, the one on the far left lead to the women’s changing room, the next double door opened to a hallway that lead to stairs that lead to a bunch of bleachers upstairs. The next door lead to the men’s changing room and the double door on the far right opened to a long hallway that was a fire escape from the main pool area. The pool was big. I’m not sure why but I believe it was used for some swimming and diving events. I’m guessing it was approximately 150 feet long by 70 feet wide. Near the fire escape hallway, the deep end of the pool had three diving boards two low diving boards and one high diving board between the two low diving boards. Above the changing rooms facing the pool were the bleachers. At the other end, the shallow end of the pool there was a smaller wading pool for kids about 20 feet from the big pool. It was only about 20 feet square. There were two lifeguard stands between the bleacher wall and the pool.

The pool wasn’t used as much as the more popular ones in town. Because it was so large it was only open six days a week, it was closed on Wednesdays.

One day early in the morning, I decided to go to the pool for a swim. School was out for some reason and I lost track of what day the pool was closed and what that day was. I rode my bike down to the pool and noticed that except for one car, the parking lot was empty.

I parked my bike and walked into the lobby. All the steel doors were closed. I pulled on the handle leading to the men’s room to find that it was locked. In a huff of disappointment, I turned to leave, but noticed something odd about the double doors that had a fire escape sign over it. One of the doors was slightly ajar by less than an inch. I walked over and was able to grip the edge and open the door against the pressure of the mechanism at the top of the door. I slipped into the hallway and let the door close and latch behind me. The hallway was dark, with light at the end of the hallway where the pool was. I walked through the hallway and to the opening of the main pool area. There were windows high in the wall to allow sunlight in and there were a few lights on. I looked around and noticed a lady at the other end near the kids wading pool. I wasn’t sure because she was facing away from me but I was almost certain that was one of the lifeguards. She was sitting in a metal folding chair watching two young children in the wading pool.

I walked out into the pool area and looked around to see if there was anyone else. I didn’t see anyone other than the lifeguard. I noticed a calendar on the wall with Wednesdays crossed off. I then realized this was Wednesday. I walked over to the men’s room door and pulled onto it only to find it was locked. I looked around and decided to go back to the dark hallway and change into my swim trunks. I pulled my swim trunks out of a laundry bag that I brought with me and took my coat and shoes off and placed them into the bag. I removed the rest of my clothes and slipped my swim trunks on. My swim trunks had an inner liner that kept my penis from hanging below the bottom of the cuffs. The swim trunks were a little large for me, but it had a pull string so that I could pull it tight around my waist, and tie into a bow. This time, one end of the string that I pull to tighten slipped into the little hole in the elastic waistband. I wasn’t sure what to do, but decided it shouldn’t be a problem. I put the rest of my clothes into the laundry bag and set it near the hallway wall.

I then walked out into the pool area and looked around. The sound of the water splashing and heating ventilation above drowned out any sound the kids might have been making. Along the sides of the pools there were some ladders that were used to climb out of the water. There was one on both sides of the deep end about 10 feet from the corner of the deep end. I walked over to the edge of the pool between the pool corner and the ladder and dived into the pool.

As I entered the water, the rush of the water against my skin was refreshing, but there was something odd and extremely pleasurable that I didn’t expect. I felt water flowing over my penis. About the time I popped my head above the surface of the water, I reached down and could feel my penis floating freely. I was startled and reached down for my swim trunks hoping they were down by my ankles. They were missing. I looked back towards the direction that I dove from and quickly started to swim back to find them. As I got closer to edge of the pool, I found them floating only about a foot under the surface of the water. I grabbed them and swam to the ladder so I could hold onto it as I quickly slipped them back on.

Initially, I felt embarrassed, but realized that there was no one around to see me. I hung onto the ladder and pondered for almost ten minutes on what just happened. I couldn’t explain what I was feeling, because I didn’t understand what was going on in my head. All I could think of was the feeling was so pleasurable. It didn’t make sense, since I was shy and I didn’t ever want anyone to see me naked. But it felt so good. It was sort of daring, but no one was around to see me naked. Why did it feel so good? I looked around the pool very carefully and other than the lifeguard facing away from me, there was no one else. Many thoughts were going through my head, but I finally realized that I wanted to do it again. I would never get another chance and since no one would see me, there was no reason to be embarrassed or ashamed. Even if someone caught me, I’d explain, it was an accident beyond my control.

I hesitated for another few minutes, and then decided that I had to do it, and I had to do it now, this was my only chance to figure out what is going on in my head. I climbed up the ladder onto the cement deck and walked around the ladder to the edge of the pool. I stood there and thought to my self, I can’t believe I’m going to do this.

I dove into the water, my swim trunks slipped off almost immediately after I entered the water and I continued under water as far as I could before poking my head above the surface of the water. The rush of the water past my penis was unbelievable. I couldn’t believe I did it again, this time on purpose. Treading water completely naked was beyond belief. I didn’t understand why it felt so good. I glanced around the pool to make sure no one was around and decided, that I wanted to enjoy the pleasure as long as I could, by swimming the remaining 20 feet to the opposite side of the pool. I grabbed onto the ladder and hung on for almost a minute enjoying the feeling of being naked. I couldn’t understand why I was enjoying this so much. It didn’t make sense. I decided it was time to swim back to the other side and get my swim trunks. While slowly dog paddling back I pondered on what I wanted to do next. Did I want to try it again? Yes. Absolutely!

After getting back past the low diving board I dipped my head into the water and opened my eyes to look for and to grab my swim trunks. I must have passed it so I looked all around expecting it to be easy to find. It was gone, I looked around again, and at the corner of my eye, I noticed they were at the bottom of the pool. Oh my gosh, they sank into the water, I didn’t expect that. I was almost panicking a little, but strangely enough I was enjoying it even more than ever. I couldn’t understand what was going thought my mind. Part of me was panicking and another part was enjoying it. What the hell?

I started to calm down and remembered a little trick they taught us in swimming class where from the surface of the water we tuck and dive down into deeper water. I tucked and used my legs and arms to propel me down into the water towards my swim trunks. I opened my eyes to watch as I descending towards the bottom, I realized that I was several feet short of reaching them. I returned to the surface, again with conflicting thoughts going through my head. I was panicked; yet again I was enjoying the feeling. Why was I enjoying this? I dog paddled over to the side of the pool trying to figure out my next plan.

After a minute, I realized that the only way I was going to get down that low into the pool was to dive from the side of the pool. Again, with the conflicting thoughts going through my head, part of me desperately wanted me to do it; another part of me was scared of getting caught. Then I realized, there was no other option, the decision to do it was made for me, I had no choice, I had to do it, and if someone did catch me, I would explain that I had to do it because of an accident.

I looked around the pool to check on the lifeguard and make sure she was still facing away from me. I could not believe it, I quickly climbed up the ladder and moved around the ladder to the edge of the pool, I hesitated for a few seconds enjoying the feeling of being completely naked, and then dived into the water deep. About half way down I opened my eyes and I could see my swim trunks and I had plenty of momentum to make it to them. I grabbed them and swam back to the surface. I’m not sure how deep it was but I’m guessing it was about sixteen feet. I quickly slipped my swim trunks back on and swam over to the ladder and grabbed on, floating in the water trying to absorb what just happened. I didn’t understand it, but I knew I enjoyed it. I wasn’t sure how to describe it; it was a mixture of panic, pleasure, daring, etc.

I couldn’t believe what I was thinking; I wanted to do it again. I told myself NO; but realized that I had to do it. I’d never get another chance ever again. I waited for several minutes thinking about it, before I finally climbed up the ladder and walked around the ladder to the edge of the pool. I stood there for a couple seconds and dived into the water. Again it only took a second before my swim trunks were stripped off of me by the water, I continued across the width of the pool to the other side. The pleasurable feeling of the water rushing across my naked body was just as good as the previous times. As I popped my head above the surface of the water, I took a deep breath and continued on to the opposite side I dived in from and grabbed the ladder. I waited for a minute and then swam back across to the diving side. I didn’t even bother looking for my swim trunks, it didn’t matter, I looked down towards the other end of the pool to make sure the lifeguard was still not looking this way. I felt my heart beat fast as I took a deep breath and climbed up out of the pool. I was nervous as I slowly walked around the ladder to the edge of the pool, completely naked. I stood there for almost ten seconds before I dived into the water.

The feeling of being naked out of the pool was even better than when I was in the pool ... it felt ... daring. I didn’t pop my head out of the water until I was within 20 feet of the other side. I dog paddled over to the ladder, and floated in the water holding onto the ladder for another couple minutes thinking about what I could do that would make it more daring. Wait, what am I thinking, more daring? Why? The feeling was exciting, I wasn’t sure why I wanted to take a chance, but I wanted to make the feeling of daring to be naked out of the pool more intense. It only took a minute or two and I realized that I had to climb out of the pool on this side and walk across the deck behind the ladders to the side I dived from. I couldn’t believe I was going to do it, but I couldn’t stop myself. I looked down towards the lifeguard to make sure she wasn’t looking this way and then without hesitation, I climbed up the ladder and turned and walked towards and past the corner of the pool. I continued back towards the wall so I could walk around the low and high diving boards. I started to pick up the pace and I had only walked a few yards when I noticed that my penis had bounced off my thigh and started to bounce back and forth from one thigh to the next. This was almost a shock of excitement to me after only a few more feet and my penis was flopping from side to side. I didn’t expect this to happen and the pleasure was unbelievable. Oh my god, it wouldn’t stop, back and forth as I walked. Without realizing it, because of the pleasure I felt, I may have entered a slight twist to my walk to make it slap back and forth even harder. It continued all the way past the diving boards till I got to the other side. The pleasure was unbelievable and my heart was racing.

As soon as I got to the edge of the original side of the pool, I took a deep breath and stepped off the edge and into the water. As I came up for air, I rested holding onto the side of the pool. I started to think about what just happened, and I started to think that maybe it wasn’t that I didn’t want anyone to see me naked; maybe I just didn’t want to get into trouble. I don’t know, I didn’t understand what was happening, all I know was that this was the most enjoyable thing I’ve ever done. Then again, I was pretty sure I didn’t want anyone to see me naked, I just wanted to do something daring.

After a few minutes, my heart rate started to get back to normal. I then remembered the lifeguard and looked over to make sure she was still sitting with her back facing me. Good, so she didn’t see me. I rested for another couple minutes and decided that I was going to swim to the other side. I can’t believe it; I wanted to do it again. Why, I’m going to get caught and get into trouble ... but I couldn’t help myself, I had to do it again, but how many times am I going to do this? I have to stop soon, it’s been almost a half hour since I first arrived and dived into the pool.

I couldn’t help it, I swam to the other side and as I got to the ladder, I looked over to check on the lifeguard. She was still facing away. I climbed up the ladder and as the first time as I walked my penis slapped back and forth side to side. I walked past the first low dive towards the high dive ladder and then past the other low diving board ladder and back to the original side of the pool. I looked down and the lifeguard was still facing away ... I can’t believe it; I turned around and walked the other direction to the opposite side of the pool. I couldn’t believe it, my penis slapping side to side until I got to the other side. I then stepped off the edge and into the pool. It took a few minutes for my heart to calm down. After resting, I slowly dog paddled back to the original side of the pool and had to decide what I was going to do next.

I must have rested for almost five minutes, when I heard a voice, “Hey, what are you doing in the pool?” Initially I froze, then I quickly looked around one way and then another way until I saw where the voice was coming from. I was almost in a state of shock, and stammered back, “I’m ... I’m ... practicing my dives”. I tried to focus on who was standing on the edge of the pool, it wasn’t the lifeguard, and this girl was younger than the lifeguard wearing a bikini. I wasn’t sure but she appeared to be a couple years older than me. I asked, “Who are you?” Staring down at me she replied, “My sister is the lifeguard, I was taking a nap in the girls changing room.”

I was very nervous and still trying to figure out what had happened. I then realized that I had been floating in the pool for several minutes and I’m sure she didn’t see me walking naked.

She said, “I suppose it’s okay, the place is closed, I’ll tell my sister you’re down here.” I quickly replied with, “No ... no, please don’t. I ... I ... had an accident.” She looked at me inquisitively, asking me, “Did you hit your head?”

“No ... no, I ... when ... I dived ... I...” I stammered out. “You what?” she barked back.

“I lost my swim trunks when I dived into the pool, and they floated down to the bottom of the pool before I could grab them ... I can’t reach them.”

After several seconds, she smiled and asked, “Are you naked?”

I looked up at her and said, “yes, it was an accident, and I can’t reach them.”

Her smile increased and then changed to a smirk, “I can help, where are they at?”

I pointed down to where I thought they were, and she said, “hold on.”

She got into a diving stance and dived into the pool. I waited for her to come up but it seemed to take longer than I expected. Then I noticed, the sound of her taking a breath of air. I looked around and was surprised to see that she had swum the whole distance from this side all the way to the ladder on the other side.