Here we go again ....
As a competitive swimmer in HS at 6'-4", 220 or so, I was pretty chiseled (not any more!). 15,000 yards of laps, 40 flights of stairs, 2-3 miles around the track and an hour or so in the weight room (6 days a week) will have a tendency to do that to a body.
My second and final year as a lifeguard at a private pool I was 17 going on 18. There was a blonde and a brunette (Fin and Italian) living in the building who were appx my age and used to compete for the attention of the guys in the neighborhood. From what the residents told me the two had never gotten along due to the rivalry. "That don't confront me" 'cause I would regularly have both of them hanging off each of my shoulders at the same time, wearing their skimpiest of bikinis as I "breast" stroked them around the pool. Pretty much I was dragging an anchor the whole time .... who wouldn't be? It was a good summer!
Mid-season, a new girl moved into the building across the way with her single mother. The two buildings shared a courtyard that contained the pool and she would stand on her balcony looking all lonely staring down at the pool from about the 5th or 6th floor. There was this really cool "older" guy (probably in his late twenties at the time) who used to tell me that she was out there checking ME out and told me that unless I started ban*ing her right away he would have no choice but to tell everybody who would listen that I was a fag.
Well one day when the two other lovelies (who I had pretty much no shot at because they both had boyfriends) were out, down comes this new cutie in a knockout one-piece that was straining to keep her contained. Long story short we strike up a conversation, develop a friendship and one day wound up upstairs in her apartment while her cocktail waitress single mother was at work. Although I was rather confused by the stack of penthouse magazines on a coffee table belonging to two single women, intrigue and arousal trumped any confusion I was feeling at the moment. You ever get the feeling that you were "in"? Not just hopeful but damn ........ we're talking sure thing here!
Getting very cozy on her mom's bed, lots of heavy petting ensued and out pops a certain part of her anatomy no longer able to be contained by that overworked one piece. We both giggled, accelerated and continued with some sexy pillow talk. She asked me if I wanted to come to her birthday party and I said "sure, your sweet 16th?" She said "nope" and I asked ... "15?" ..... "nope" ..... "14?" .... and in a very demure manor she said "I'm only gonna' be 13 silly!!!!"
It's like I was shot in the testacles .... I was horrified, terrified, confused, terribly disappointed but most of all shocked at the words that had just come out of her mouth. I remember being out of that apartment half dressed as fast as my wobbly legs were able to get me out of there! Didn't wait for the elevator, took the stairs 3 or 4 steps at a time. The most uncomfortable part was that I still had to lifeguard at the pool for the rest of the season. None of the dudes around would believe me when I told them how old she was. It was only after her birthday party did they believe me that she was only 12 going on 13. She was so mad that she would not even talk to me for the rest of the summer. I found out from some of the neighborhood kids that she referred to me as "Bob the jerk" for the rest of the summer.
I WAS only 17 at the time and wasn't sure what legal repercussions I would have been subject to if we continued on the path we were on but that wasn't the thought that shot me out of that canon .... I was making out with a 12 year old! YIKES!
For the life of me I can't figure out why I am suddenly remembering all of these things from my youth.
This is the ONLY social media platform I ever participate in.
If pressured under questioning I'm gonna' have to throw
@SteveSS under the bus and blame it on his "BEST CHEST EVER" thread!