I continue swimming in Mr. Smith's pool

For the next couple of days I didn’t see Mr. Smith. I got into the routine of going over to his house right after school, changing into my speedo in his backyard, and doing laps in his pool until I got tired. At that point I’d sit on the edge of the pool or in one of his deck chairs and rest before swimming some more. Even with this routine, I’d still think back to the first time we’d met. How I had jumped at his touch, almost as if the power coming from his body had shocked me. What’s more, I was still in the habit of neatly folding my clothes just like Mr. Smith had instructed me on day one.

Now it was day four of swimming in my black neighbor’s pool. As usual I went directly to Mr. Smith’s house after school, speedo, sunscreen, and goggles packed and ready to go. This time, the weather was bit hotter so I was in a rush to get in the water. Finally, I thought when I saw his pool. A chance to cool off.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and fished around in my backpack for my speedo. “Where are you?” I asked myself digging through books, papers, pencils, and binders.

“Adam” came a voice out of nowhere.

“Fuck!” I yelled, jumping backwards and sending the contents on my backpack spilling all over the patio. I spun around to see Mr. Smith relaxing on one of his deck chairs. I froze, taking in the full picture of his body. He was wearing sunglasses so I couldn’t see his eyes, but I could see pretty much everything else. He was sporting a pair of baby blue swim trunks, TIGHT baby blue swim trunks. The musculature of his body was accented by a thin layer of glistening sweat, making every muscle pop. My eyes went from his sizable biceps, to his impressive pectoral muscles, to his defined abs, to his sculpted legs. That’s when I noticed the sizable bulge in his trunks. A very sizable bulge.

“Adam, you forgot to close the gate” Mr. Smith pointed out in his usual soft but assertive tone.

“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Smith” I said sheepishly. Looking away from his body and heading over to the gate. I realized halfway that I was still completely naked. My face instantly got hot. My heart pounded in my ears. My breath caught in my throat. I nearly choked as I tired to breath calmly.

A feeling of terror and humiliation set in as I whipped around and dashed to find my speedo. I desperately pawed through my things, swatting aside books and papers looking for my speedo. **** to cover myself, I didn’t hear Mr. Smith repeatedly call my name.

Finally, I heard a sharp “Adam”. I frozen again and looked up. Mr. Smith was sitting up. He’d taken his sunglasses off and was looking at me with a stern expression. “Adam, close the gate” he said. This time all the softness was gone, and all I could hear was assertiveness.

My brain processes the authoritative tone immediately. “Sure thing Mr. Smith,” I replied in a shaky voice. I rose, still naked, still red faced, still hearing the deafening sound of my own heart beat. I fast walked over to the gate, my soft penis flopping all the way.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I thought. I cursed the weather for being so hot, I cursed my dad for making me swim at Mr. Smith’s house, and I cursed myself for not noticing him sooner.

I closed and locked the gate as Mr. Smith had instructed, and quickly went back to the spilled contents of my backpack. “Thank you boy” I heard him say, but all I could do was look at the ground desperately trying to find my speedo.

That’s when I saw it under my history textbook. Fucking finally I thought, putting my damn speedo on as fast as I could. I then started to stuff my things back in my backpack.

That’s when Mr. Smith came over to help. I heard his soft footsteps on the grass and figured he was going inside, because he must have been as embarrassed as I was. But no, I looked up to see him kneeling next me picking up some of my books. I stole a glance at the frankly insane bulge in his swimming trunks and zoned out looking at it.

“Are you any good at math?” I vaguely heard Mr. Smith ask me, but I was too engrossed in analyzing the size of his bulge. He must be at least twice as hung as I am. Why can’t I have a dick like that? His dick must get even bigger when it’s hard. Life is so unfair.

“Adam, are you any good at math?” This time Mr. Smith’s words cut through the haze in my mind.

“I’m ok at math. I think history is my favorite subject though. I always get good grades in history. English is also pretty easy. I’m a fast reader so I always finish reading assignments a day early. I usually need help with my math homework, but after trying a few times I can mostly understand whatever we are learning.” I scolded myself for talking too much. Oh my god you’re babbling. You’re a fucking babbling idiot.

“I liked history too when I was in school” Mr. Smith said, smiling as he handed me my math textbook. “I need to use math a lot for my job. If you want some help we could look at a problem or two after you’re done swimming.”

“That’s very generous of you Mr. Smith” I said, putting the math textbook away.

“You don’t need to be so formal, call me ‘sir’” Mr. Smith said with a chuckle.

I giggle a bit too, “sure thing” I paused to think before adding “sir”.

A large smile crossed Mr. Smith’s face, and I smiled too. My embarrassment started to fade as I put the last of my things away. We both stood at the same time and I asked him, “what’s your job anyway?”

“Oh, I’m a ...” and just like that we started chatting away about Mr. Smith’s job, my school work, how my dad had made me start swimming on the community team, and a bunch of other topics.

As we talked I got the chance the ogle Mr. Smith’s muscles some more. We sat down on the edge of the pool, sticking our feet in the cool water and chatted. I was impressed with how thick his thighs were, and how defined his abs were, but my eyes kept coming back to the bulge in his trunks and my insecurities around my own little penis.

Eventually an alarm on Mr. Smith’s phone went off. He stood up and went to grab his phone. “Wow. Look at the time. Shouldn’t you be getting home little boy?” Mr. Smith asked me.

I looked up at the sun and figured it was about time for me to go based on how low in the sky it was. “Yeah, probably” I signed. That’s when I was struck by the need to apologize for my nakedness earlier.

I turned to look at Mr. Smith, “I want to apologize about earlier” I started.

“Apologize for what boy?” Mr. Smith looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

I thought it was strange to call me boy, but I kept going. “Earlier, when I got here I didn’t see you, and I couldn’t find my speedo. I just started changing without realizing you were here. Then I didn’t close the gate. I was so flustered and embarrassed.” I got a bit flustered just thinking about the fool I’d made of myself not even two hours ago.

“Why would you be embarrassed? It’s fine for men and boys to change in front of each other. Don’t you change in front of the swim team?”

“Not really” I paused, “usually with the swim team I go into a bathroom stall to change.”

“I see” Mr. Smith mused. “Well you shouldn’t be embarrassed here. It’s just you and me after all in MY backyard. In fact, we should practice having you change in front of me” he declared.

I felt my heart drop, and it must have showed on my face because Mr. Smith laugh. His muscles rippled and pulsed with each breath. “Don’t be so scared Adam. I want to help you. Don’t you want to be comfortable with your body?”

I thought about his idea, and apparently I was thinking for too long because Mr. Smith said, “if you want to keep hiding in bathroom stalls, that’s ok too.”

I don’t want to hide anymore! I resolved in my head. “Do you really think it will help?”

“I think it will help you be more accepting of who you are. I’ve already seen all your little boy bits anyway.” He chuckled and I tried to laugh along awkwardly. He then extended a hand, “let’s make a deal. I want help you accept yourself, so whenever I’m around you should change clothes in front of me.”

I didn’t really think too hard about this. I excitedly extended my hand and said “deal”.

“Great, let’s get started right now” Mr. Smith said crossing his arms. “Change clothes.”

I was a bit stunned, but I didn’t want to go back on my word. I took my normal clothes out of my backpack, and pushed my speedo down to my ankles. I stepped out of it and put on my briefs. I tried to shift my body to hide my penis, but there was nowhere to hide under Mr. Smith’s expressionless stare.

As I pulled up my shorts he promised “You’ll be more comfortable and confident in no time.”

I just awkwardly nodded and head for the gate. “Goodbye, Adam” he called.

I was about to say goodbye when I remember his joke from earlier. “Goodbye, sir” I called back chuckling to myself.