Tom at the Pool
Posted on: March 06, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I had recently lost weight. In my desire to keep the weight off, I decided to start swimming each morning. The indoor city pool was right next to where I worked so it was the logical choice.I enjoyed doing laps each morning and like so many of the guys who regularly swam there, looked pretty good in my Speedo. The pool was a regulation Olympic size pool and the morning swim had standard divider ropes to create the various lanes for different levels of swimmers. I usually swam in the middle lane being neither an Olympic-grade lap swimmer, nor a novice at this form of exercise. Almost every morning, there was a guy who swam in the lane to my left. He was in better shape than me and a better lap swimmer, but I sure enjoyed scoping him out as he out-paced me on each lap.I knew his name was Tom. He was about my height, light brown/blond hair cut close. He was in excellent shape but not buffed or ripped. His body was absolutely beautiful. He was broad in the shoulders and had a narrow waist; what we call on line, “a swimmer’s build.” He had an easy smile and a gentle laugh that he didn’t use often enough.While I enjoyed the exercise in the pool, I have to admit I enjoyed the locker room more – for entirely different reasons.The locker room was standard fare with rows of small lockers facing wooden benches anchored to the painted cement ...
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