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I would spend hours roaming through the rows of lockers watching the older boys dress and undress. Many of them would play basketball or run track so it was necessary for them to shower and change clothes before leaving or swimming. This was during the 70's. Most of the boys wore traditional basketball shorts with only a jock strap under. Or If they were on the swim team or a swimmer (like me) the hottest latest fad was the SPEEDO trunks. I remember the ones that were red, white and blue, stars and stripes. Mark Spitz wore a pair of them to the Olympics. It was very easy to figure out how well endowed most of the guys were. As I got older (13) I became very calculating and cunning. I would find a guy at the club that really made me hot and I would keep an eye on him until he was ready to leave. I would time my entrance into the locker room perfectly so that I would catch him showering. Because the facilities were so large and had several showers, most of the time we would be the only two boys in 'that' shower. I had quite a few *experiences* this way. If the boy got a hard on during the shower that was a sure sign that he was interested in blowing his load. The exhilaration of knowing that we could get caught at any moment was almost as good as the sex itself. The very most we would ever do in the shower was to jerk each other off but, if the boy seemed very into it we would go into one of the bathrooms and lock ourselves in a stall. This gave us the privacy to suck cock and not get caught. During summer vacation I would spend 3 to 4 days a week at the club. Lakeview was literally home-away-from-home for many of us. I would hardly ever go on the weekends due to the large amount of guests. The guests had a tendency to be middle class families that did not know their way around and would travel in groups like tourists, even to the locker rooms and showers. I would never do anything with any of the regulars. The boys/men that I played around with were occasionally to the club or out-of-towners or weekday guests. I even had a couple of romps with MEN! I remember this one short guy with black hair and a huge fat dick. He must have been at least 20. To me this was OLD. I was only 13 or 14 at the time. He was one of the few guys that I did *sex* with more than once. We was a cousin to one of the members and lived in Cincinnati, so he visited often enough to have his own membership eventually. I learned quite allot from this guy. The best part was that out of the locker rooms I would see these guys/boys and it was as if nothing had ever happened. It was as if the world was divided into two parts,... IN the locker room, and OUT of the locker room. Those were the days . . . ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to firstname.lastname@example.org. 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