Our small-town gym was fortunate enough to have a heated, indoor pool. For whatever reason, the owner chose to open at 5:30 in the morning, even though people rarely showed up before 6:00, or even later...depending on the day of the week. In the summer time, when the sun came up earlier, folks did come earlier, but as winter days crept in, the dark mornings discouraged many early risers.
Since I liked swimming without lap lane competition, I always was the first guy in the parking lot, waiting for the gym attendant to unlock the front doors. It didn't take me long to recognize the routines that the different attendants did in the morning. One didn't bother testing the pool water at all, and one tested it after they opened up. I knew the Monday/Wednesday/Friday crowd from the Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday crowd. I mostly swan by myself for at least 30 to 45 minutes before another person came into the gym or even another swimmer showed up.
Let me tell you about me. I'm 6'4", 210 pounds, with a hint of a six pack. I'm told I'm fairly good looking. I have a cut, 7-inch cock, and I think that my butt and legs are my best features. I shave my pubic hair because I like the look and feel, and because of the small swimsuits I choose to wear. The few times someone has asked me why I like Speedos, I tell them, 'because the gym won't let me swim naked.'
I hate wearing clothes. I rarely wear clothes at home. I suppose I have an exhibitionist streak in me. I don't like tan lines, so I go to tanning beds in the winter and I tan naked and do as much as I can outside naked in my secluded back yard. I never swam competitively, but I started swimming for the exercise several years ago to go along with my weight lifting. It didn't take me very many weeks of swimming to tone up and slim down for my exhibitionist tendencies to kick into gear.
My selection of swimsuits got briefer and briefer as I got more of a hard body. My preference is a brand of brief with 1-inch sides that covers no more than 1 to 2-inches above my penis, and barely covers the crack of my ass. I cut the liners out so that the outline of my cock is obvious and any hard-on is difficult to keep in my suit!
The pool area of the gym has five doors. One each for the men and women locker rooms, a glass one to the main gym, one door for the filter room, and an emergency exit to the outside. Since I was typically in the water when others arrived, no one really cared how small the suit was, until it dawned on me...heck! I could swim naked and nobody would notice!
The doors from the locker rooms each had an interior door that squeaked, so I had some warning when someone was coming into the pool area. As far as folks looking in the glass door to the pool, it was often fogged up from the moisture in the pool area. Plus, as long as I turned the lights in the pool off, the choppy water and the reflection from the overhead lights on the surface of the pool made it really hard to see what anybody was wearing while they swam, unless their bare ass was above the water line. Plus, with no tan lines, I kept the contrast in skin tone from being an obvious white flag. From the moment of that realization, I started to plan how I could swim naked in the mornings.
Marcy was the female attendant. She would check the pool chemicals after she opened the gym in the morning, so I was typically just coming out of the locker room while she was still testing the pool. She seemed to enjoy my brief suits, so I made a point of stopping to talk to her in the shallow end. She made no effort to hide that she was checking me out while we talked. But once she was done, she typically didn't reenter the pool area while I swam.
While Marcy checked the chemicals, I would begin my lap swim. Once she left, I often took off my suit, leaving it on the edge of the pool or floating just under the surface, and I would swim a few laps naked, but that almost got me caught. I had begun swimming my regular laps until I thought Marcy had left, then I slipped my suit off in the deep end, leaving it on the lip of the pool gutter, to begin a few laps naked. What I didn't realize was she had gone into the filter room to adjust something. Luckily, I was at the deep end on my second naked lap that morning when she surprised me by coming out of the filter room. Thankfully, she was concentrating on locking the filter room door before she turned to focus on me.
Holding onto the side of the pool, staying as close to the wall as I could, she and I chatted a few minutes. I pretended to tread water with one arm, so that the water was not still enough for her to see very well below the surface.
The excitement of getting caught was a huge turn on! I had managed to snag my suit before she noticed, or at least I hoped I had. By the time she continued on her way and left the pool area, I had a raging hard on that I had to take care of... I felt sorry for whoever swam after me in that lane, because I left them a huge cum shot floating in the water. (Don't hate...you know you would have jacked off, too!) I changed lanes, reluctantly put on my suit and finished my laps that day...but I relived that moment in the showers that morning for another huge release! But, that made me settle on trying my plan only when Jack opened up the gym.
Jack was the guy attendant. Once he opened the doors, he went straight to his cell phone and never walked around the gym, much less checked on the pool. I could see the front desk from the locker room door to the gym, but not from the glass door to the pool, so there was a risk of being caught if he did walk around, but it seemed like an acceptable risk.
I took a week to scope out my plan for every morning that Jack opened the gym. Once I put everything in my locker, I would walk naked back to the locker room entrance door, with my speedo and my towel on the bench in front of my locker, and I would watch Jack tapping away on his phone. I got such a rush thinking about what I was planning, I would stroke my cock to a decent orgasm, taking care to shoot my load, the best I could, into the waste basket by the door.
Satisfied he wasn't going anywhere, I would go back thru the locker room, grab my stuff, and walk the six feet from the locker room door to the pool, naked as a jay bird, tossing my towel in a chair, and dive in while holding my speedo. I would swim the breast stroke or back stroke with my suit around my neck where I could see the glass pool door, just to make sure I was in the clear. The first morning, I only did a few laps. The next morning, I swam naked 5 minutes. Then, finally I did almost 10 minutes, until I was brave enough to execute my plan. At worst, I figured that even if Jack caught me skinny dipping, chances were good he would just laugh or possibly not say anything. I didn't even think that Marcy would have said much, but I wasn't willing to risk it on her days opening the gym.
The night before my extended nude swim, I took extra time in the shower, stroking to more than one satisfying orgasms. I also shaved neck to toe. I wanted to feel the water slide down my body like you can only feel swimming naked. I had been skinny dipping in lakes with guys and girls. (alcohol was typically involved) ... but I never swam in a lap pool, except for those few guarded laps I would sneak in.
The next day, I planned on swimming full out, without hesitation or worry. If you haven't ever swam naked and felt the water glide past newly shaved skin...especially skin between your legs and over your ass...you are missing out. It makes you never want to swim with a suit on again!
The next morning, I nervously arrived at the gym parking lot early. Once I saw the lights in the gym turn on, I started toward the door. Like clockwork, Jack opened the doors at 5:30, spoke briefly to me, and went straight to the front desk and pulled out his phone. Going to my regular locker, I quickly stripped naked, threw everything but my suit, towel, and goggles in the locker and off I went. Exiting the locker room door to the pool, I put my towel on a hook by the door and walked the 25 yards to the deep end and hid my swimsuit under a kickboard, before I circled back to the shallow end of the pool.
I went out the glass door into the main gym to check on Jack. Leaving the relative safety of the pool area, naked as the day I was born, the gym was noticeably cooler than the heated pool area. I had to pass by the basketball court entrance, so I could peek around the corner to make sure he was still where I hoped he was. What a rush! The coolness of the floor on my feet and the cold concrete block on my skin as I peered around the corner. I got goose bumps. My cock was stiffening noticeably. If Jack had been walking around, I would have had no cover, but he was intently surfing his phone, oblivious to the naked swimmer checking him out.
More confident now that my plan would work, I stopped for a drink at the water fountain, absent-mindedly stroking my cock. I went back thru the glass door, pulled on my goggles, and dove naked into the warm pool. The feeling of swimming naked is exhilarating! The water slides past your body and past your genitals in ways it can't when covered by a suit. And when you freshly shave your body, every nerve ending on your skin is in overdrive! Swimming lap after lap, my adrenaline was pumping such that my lap times were the best I had ever swam!
I didn't want the feeling to end...unfortunately, I pushed my luck too far...because I got caught! Just as I was on the return lap 30 minutes into my swim, I noticed a Marcy, standing at the shallow end of the pool, snapping pictures with her phone of my bare ass gliding thru the water. As I pulled up to the end of the pool, I looked up at her and tried to hug the wall of the pool to hide my nakedness. "Hey, how's it going," I offered innocently? "You aren't supposed to be here this morning!"
She was grinning mischievously and said, "I know. Jack asked me to come in and check the pool chemicals...but I found much more in the pool than I expected. Now stand up. I want to get a better look at you."
"You know I'm not wearing a suit," I sheepishly admitted.
