Starting when I was sixteen years old, I began to be a very competitive swimmer. I was totally devoted to the sport, and my parents were very supportive. In the course of my training, my coach told my parents about an intensive six-week swim clinic outside of Munich. It was run by a young German couple in their thirties at their home. They were former Olympic swimmers and had a beautiful home that could accommodate six students who would rotate in and out for six intensive weeks throughout the year depending on their vacation schedules.
As an American, I usually would attend in mid-June and July. Because it was a personalized program, it did not matter when you arrived or left. You just had to arrive on a weekend as that was the unstructured time to get acclimated and settled in the home and meet the other students and coaches.
I basically started when I was sixteen and attended until I finished college at twenty-one. Each summer my swimming skills improved dramatically in that short time. But this experience was also where I received most of my early sex education--at least my education about the human body.
The couple was German--very German. That meant that they swam nude and everyone swam nude. Girls and boys. Everyone swam nude.
When I first arrived there, I wasn't prepared for that. I got there on a Saturday. The taxi brought me to the house and Eve, and Hans welcomed me in. They took me on a tour of the house, showed me my room, and suggested I unpack and come down for a swim. I came down in my speedo.
By that time there were three other students at the pool. One other boy who was sixteen and two girls who were eighteen. They laughed and said, "Don't worry, Jeremy, everyone makes that mistake. Go upstairs and take off the speedo and come back."
"Naked?" I asked.
"Of course silly!"
"Oh my God," I thought. All I saw was pubic hair on everyone. I was a late bloomer just starting to get pubic hair. I was a baby compared to them.
I came down, and now there were more students and Eve, and Hans were nude too. Of course, everyone had mature bodies except for me. I was so embarrassed. Over the years I got to see lots of bodies and stages of maturity. I matured eventually. The girls could wear bikini bottoms at certain times of the month naturally. Guys all had erections at times--even Hans. The girls loved seeing that--especially when Hans got hard. But being German it never bothered him. It only bothered the Americans. And the Brits.
Since we were always swimming, it was like we were always naked whenever we were at the house. We sometimes left on the weekends, and then we wore shorts and a shirt. But other than those few instances we were naked all the time. When school started in the fall, my buddies would see me in the shower and ask how come I didn't have any tan lines.
That first weekend took some getting used to. I had seen naked adult men in the showers at pools all the time. But I had never seen a nude female before. And I certainly had never been naked in front of girls before. It was a great experience that built up my confidence that summer.
The first weekend I found every reason to either be in the pool or sitting at a table or standing behind a tree or with a drink in front of my dick. Of course, my eyes were scanning everywhere. The guys who were so comfortable with standing there talking to a girl with a hard on and the girls bouncing around tossing around beach balls. By the end of the first week, I was totally relaxed. The other guys helped me with that. There was one of the Italian guys who had been there just one year ahead of me who took me under his wings and told me it would all be okay and the best experience of my life.
There was also an older girl who looked after the younger guys and made us feel comfortable. She was Brazilian and very touchy. Always touching our shoulders or legs when talking to us. She was VERY expressive...and sometimes she took our hands or patted our thighs and came close to or brushed or dicks when talking. She would always give us a kiss on both cheeks and hug us--close--letting us feel her full breasts against our chests and pulling our dicks into her. She called us "Querida!" We knew what was coming next! And we loved it!
In fact, Maria, the Brazilian girl, was the reason I got my first public erection! I could have killed her at the time!
The following weekend I got up early along with a few others. We decided to get an early morning swim on Saturday before breakfast. During the week our swimming was so intense, we just wanted to relax in the pool and have some fun. Of course, we were all nude, I was the last to arrive. It was Antonio the Italian, Julia, and Erica from England--both sixteen, and Maria who was seventeen.
Maria was especially exuberant that morning and ran up to me and gave me an enormous embrace. She gave me the traditional two kisses...one on each cheek. But she was practically grinding her body into my dick and rotating her hips over mine like she heard some kind of samba music that no one else could hear. By the time our bodies parted, my dick had the hardest erection I ever had. Maybe it was the combination of coming to the pool with a little semi morning wood already going or the near sex act with Maria, but I was completely standing at attention. My full blown erection was first felt by Maria and then she pushed her hand down to it and gave it a couple quick strokes to confirm that it was hard as it looked.
She screamed at everyone to look here! "Oh how cute! Meus Deus do ceu! Que lindo! Did I do THAT? Desculpe! I am so sorry!" However, her devilish grin suggested that she was not sorry at all. The British girls both came around for a look, and Antonio's interest suggested that he might not be completely into girls as I thought. Julia put her hand over her mouth and gasped. Erica just said, "Nice, someone is going to be very lucky." Antonio whispered, "No kidding."
That seemed to break the ice, and we got in the pool and had fun, though I did notice Antonio's cock getting harder as he dove underwater.