In 1962, I was on the swim team in my high school. I was a senior, and I was a very good swimmer. Swimming in gym class was nude for boys, and so was swim team practice. It was a little odd to be nude during swim meets when mothers, sisters, and friends (all adults, of course) filled the bleachers above the pool, but it wasn’t crazy like it would be today.

Swimmers who were a little overweight (there weren’t many) may have been a bit embarrassed, but students like me weren’t embarrassed at all. I had a slim build, but I had some muscle in my arms and legs, and I was proud of how I looked. I was often complimented on my looks, so I felt confident. When I was competing in a swim meet, I was mostly concerned about my speed. If I didn’t win, I at least wanted to be close to winning.

Before the first swim meet, our coach gave us some rules regarding our behavior:

1) Say hello to our families in the bleachers after the meet. The reason this was important is that spectators paid fifty cents to get in, and this was money that we needed. If we made our “customers” feel welcome and happy, they would come back.

2) Avoid making our friends and family feel awkward about our nudity. He told us that we shouldn’t cover our private parts with our hands, because that would tell our families that we felt embarrassed and make them uncomfortable. We should instead just act like we don’t care, and he told us that we shouldn’t care because we were handsome young men.

3) If we started to get an erection, we should recite the pledge of allegiance to ourselves, and our erection would disappear. “It works every time,” he said.

4) Don’t react when spectators are rude. After the meet, spectators may give you a slap in the behind, or get a little bit too “touchy”. “In the past,” he said, “we’ve even had people grab boys’ penises. If that happens, don’t over-react. Don’t get angry, don’t yell, just smile at them. They are our customers.”

By the end of my junior year, I did have a few people slap my butt while I was walking by spectators. I just followed the coach’s instructions and gave those people a quick smile, which seemed to work.

One time during the end of my sophomore year, I was making my way through the stands after visiting my auntie, and an older gentleman asked me if I was part elephant. He said, “That thing swings back and forth like an elephant trunk. You must be part elephant.” Then, he gave my penis a little “swing” to one side, pushing it with his fingers, causing it to swing back and forth. I just smiled at him.

One day, after a swim meet, I was about to head into the locker room because I didn’t see any of my friends or family in the bleachers. I double checked the bleachers to make sure, and then I saw a mother and her daughter waving at me. Looking closer, I could see that it was Elenor Carlson, a lady from my church. She motioned with her hand for me to go and talk to her.

I quickly jumped up the steps, and Mrs. Carlson, an old family friend, smiled said hello to me. She stood up and put her arms up, signaling that she wanted a hug, and she said, “I don’t care if you’re wet, I need to give you a hug.” I gave her a hug, and then she proceeded to update me on everything that’s going on in church.

I didn’t feel at all embarrassed about being nude as she was talking. I didn’t even think about it, but I was careful to follow the coach's instructions to not cover my privates with my hands. There was a railing right there, so I leaned against it, and held it with my hands as she talked.

“Do you know about Mr. Nelson?” she asked. “He was feeling sick the other day, and he ended up going to the doctor. Well, it turns out that he has a hernia.” She talked on and on.

While she was talking, her daughter, Maryann, walked over and stood right next to me. Maryann was a cute, country-looking girl with auburn hair, a little younger than I. I remember her wearing a green dress with a simple white blouse.. I tried not to look at her, because I needed to be respectful and look at the person who was talking to me, but it seemed like Maryann was up to something.

While I was standing there listening, I felt Maryann’s cold fingers slowly moving down the side of my body, then back up, then down again and up again. It tickled a bit, but I ignored it, trying to be polite to Mrs. Carlson. “You look like Tarzan,” I heard Maryann say, softly. I just ignored her and tried my best to engage in conversation with her mother.

Mrs. Carlson kept talking on and on, and I couldn’t even get a word in edge-wise. All I could do was say things like “Oh, really?” “That’s too bad” “That’s good” etc. All the while, Maryann was touching me. It didn’t seem to bother Mrs. Carlson. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if she even noticed.

Then, Maryann went a step further. She started playing with my penis, which I allowed. She started pushing it up and down, making it bounce. Of course, it started growing. I didn’t look down at it to see if it was growing, but I could feel it. I maintained my focus on Mrs. Carlson, to be respectful. Then Maryann started rubbing my penis softly with her fingers. It was really getting hard now, which was embarrassing.

Finally, Mrs. Carlson said something. “Maryann,” she said, “Did you ask Kurt if you could touch him down there?”

Mrs. Carlson turned and looked at me. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Maryann is very awkward around young men. She asked me earlier if it would be ok to touch a boy, and I told her that she would have to ask him. Apparently, she wasn’t listening to me. Redheads don’t listen too well, you know.”

“Is it ok if I touch you?” Maryann asked.

“Well,” I replied, “the only problem is that the coach doesn’t want us to get erections in front of the spectators, and as you can see…”

“I’m not sure if you noticed,” Mrs. Carlson interrupted, “but we’re the only ones left in here, so I don’t think your erection will bother anybody, but it’s up to you. I think it would be okay, but only with your permission, of course.”

“Oh… well… I guess it’s ok then. You can continue updating me on things, Mrs. Carlson,” I said, trying to make it all seem like no big deal. Of course, it was a big deal. Nobody had ever played with my penis for such a long time, and it felt like heaven. At that point, I was willing to stand there and listen to Mrs. Carlson talk for as long as she wanted to, while I was enjoying Maryann handling my manhood.

Mrs. Carlson talked on and on for several minutes. Meanwhile, Maryann was softly swirling her fingers around my penis. There must have been some pre-cum dripping out, because Maryann got some on her finger and rubbed it around my penis, stroking back and forth under the shaft.

I knew I was fully erect at that point, but nobody else was around, and Mrs. Carlson didn’t seem to mind. She could have told Maryann to stop, but she didn’t, so I felt like she was still okay with it.

“So, then we thought we might have to get a whole new set of hymnals for the entire church, which would cost hundreds of dollars. I didn’t think that was a good idea…” She went on and on.

As she spoke, I could feel my heart beating harder and harder. My breathing was getting heavy, and I was trying to hide it. Maryann then leaned up against my side and put her left arm around my waist. She would run her left hand up and down my body, softly tickling me. With her right hand, she continued to play with my erect penis.

After a while, I started to lose focus on what Mrs. Carlson was saying to me. I was so aroused that I was losing my mind. It finally occurred to me that I needed to stop Maryann from playing with me, or I was going to have an embarrassing orgasm right then and there. I could hear Mrs. Carlson talking, but her words were just noise. It was like being in a dream with someone talking in the distance.

I decided to wait for Mrs. Carlson to stop talking, because I wanted to tell Maryann that I needed a break. Mrs. Carlson wouldn’t stop talking, and I was getting closer to the point of no return.

Then it happened. I was past the point of no return. Suddenly, I felt my stomach muscles tighten. I grabbed the railing tightly, and my body began to thrust uncontrollably as I squirted out stream after stream of cum.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry!” I cried as I began to realize what had just happened. “I was going to tell her to stop, but I didn’t want to interrupt you!” I said.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, sweetheart,” she said. “The janitors will take care of this mess.”

“It was so rude. I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” I said apologetically.

“You couldn’t help it, Kurt. It’s totally natural. Don’t worry about it. In fact, our last pastor said that after young men have orgasms, they are much better at staying focused on whatever the Lord wants them to do.”

“More is coming,” Maryann said, and she squeezed my penis to watch more of it ooze out. With her hand full of semen, she started squeezing and stroking me some more. I shuddered and shivered.

“Ok, please stop,” I said, jerking my body back from her hand. My penis was very sensitive at that time and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“We’ll, you had better go to the showers before they lock up,” Mrs. Carlson said. “Hopefully, I’ll see you in church soon.”

Then it dawned on me that I might get locked out of the locker room without even a towel. I took off running.

“See you later!” I yelled as I ran.

“Call me sometime!” Maryann yelled back.

I obliged. It was the beginning of a great friendship.