"Swimming is the perfect, low-impact choice for a whole body workout. The rewards aren’t only a swimmer’s body -- a perfect V-shaped torso, muscular shoulders, and zero body fat -- but also the cavalcade of other sculpted bodies you can admire as they climb out of the pool.
In the changing rooms, you can admire perfect male bodies unobstructed by swimsuits. Clean lines, sculpted muscles, c***s hanging free. Proud men stroll naked to and from the showers, drying themselves openly for all to see.
In the showers themselves, beneath the warm rush of water, you can watch other men washing their hair, torsos, and parts further down. You might even catch the odd furtive glance, the slight increase in the size of a nearby d**k to betray someone’s best attempt to look as if he isn’t fascinated by the naked bodies surrounding him.
Occasionally, you might see more than you could have expected or hoped to see. Much more."
I knew my public swimming pool very well since I swam there five nights a week. Lap after lap, I’d slog it out until I’d done three kilometres. It had taken me a year to build up to that distance, but I had reached my goal. Now I was concentrating on getting my time down. However, I was getting annoyed with the amount of traffic in the lanes. Being a public swimming pool, there was nothing I could do about it. I’d be trying to beat my time and someone quite obviously in the wrong lane would be plodding along in front of me. Often times I could swim around them, bypassing the offender and shooting them a dirty look as I sucked in another mouthful of air, but that didn’t help me and my quest to improve my speed. Through necessity, I started going later and later until I was swimming in a n