Freshman year of college had its ups and downs. My first month was spent reminiscing about high school and the summer. It was tough being far away from home, no car, little money, and limited social life. Plus, this was a tiny private college in a small town with a grand total of three bars, a strip mall, and a strip club for the truckers.
I had decided to live in an apartment off campus with 3 of my friends from high school. It was in an apartment complex not far from the main campus and one of my roommates had a car, which worked out for us all. Fall break was fast approaching and my roommates all had plans to go back home. My parents were going on a cruise and weren't going to be home for several weeks. This left me with no choice but to spend Fall break all by myself.
The first couple of days were excruciating. I had surfed through every channel on TV and got bored of playing on my Xbox. The town was essentially deserted when the students weren't on campus.
One night I decided to head down to the clubhouse to take a dip in the pool. It was still pretty warm out, so I slipped on my tiny swim trunks and threw on my flip-flops and headed over. I used my key fob to enter the clubhouse, where I heard loud laughter from what sounded like a group of older men.
I rounded the corner and sure enough, I saw them. All 5 of them sitting around a table on a couple of sofas playing poker. The sign outside said "NO SMOKING" yet these big old fat geezers clearly didn't care. I almost choked from the thick cigar smoke.
I obviously caught their attention, as the room immediately fell silent as they turned to stare at me dart across the room towards the pool entrance. Although my back was turned to them, I could feel their eyes still on me as I fumbled around looking for the keycard to badge in. I forgot the keycard. The security system was silly around here. A key fob was required to get into the clubhouse, but a separate keycard existed for the pool. I looked up the ceiling in silent frustration at my stupidity for forgetting.
"Forgot your card, eh?" One of the old men called out to me.
"Y-yeah...you don't happen to have one on you, do you?" I replied back, somewhat shy as I was not wearing a shirt and just shorts. How was I supposed to know the Geriatric Society was meeting in here tonight? I didn't even know old people lived here.
"I can't hear you, son...what was that?!" The man responded.
I sighed and moved closer to them. "It's...it's fine, I was just wondering if any of y'all had a key card to let me in the pool," I said, my face flushed with embarrassment. I clearly had their attention. The smoke cleared and all five of them were looking me up and down, my tiny swim shorts complete with a floral pattern, my smooth and toned long legs, and my 6-pack. My naked brown nipples perked up like tiny chocolate chips in the dim light as the soft breeze kissed them.
"Nah...do we look like we swim to you?" the same man answered back, but this time, the silence broke as they all let out deep chuckles. "You here by yourself? Come over and join us, won't you?" the leader of the group invited me.
"I- can't...I'm not even wearing a shirt and just wanted to take a dip--"
"It's rude to refuse an invitation, son, come here, have a seat next to me! I promise, I won't bite!" the old man teased with a large creepy grin. They were certainly old, easily in their late 60s to 70s. The man who invited me was massively burly and bald with wisps of white hair off to the sides. He wore glasses and had a thick, white mustache. He was wearing a dirty white undershirt over pajamas.
I slowly entered their circle as they all gave me leering grins, including the man who invited me over. He was sitting my himself on his loveseat and he shifted over and slapped the open space for me. I trembled as I made my way over. I glanced at the man as he licked his lips. His hand lingered until I turned to sit down and he never took his eyes off of me, even as I nervously looked away.
"What's your name?" the man asked, his deep baritone voice shook my insides.
"Ash, and you?"
"Frank," he stuck out his hand and I watched as my own hand disappeared in his grasp. His thick and long fingers were as big as sausages. His arm was easily as wide as my thigh. He locked eyes with me and I looked away and pulled out my hand. I felt his eyes still on me. I sat with my right foot tucked under me and with left foot up on the sofa with my knee tucked against my chin.
"You new around here?" Frank asked. "Never seen you around these parts."
"I'm a freshman, just moved here 2 months ago," I said softly, still shy and embarrassed at what had become of my night.
One of the men let out a whistle while the others grinned at me, including Frank, who I caught looking at my crotch when I looked up at him. "Fresh is right!" He winked at me, seemingly not concerned that I saw him looking at me. My shorts had ridden all the way up my thigh, they were tiny to begin with, no more than 5" in length, but they resembled underwear at this point. I shifted my hips and pulled my shorts down while Frank continued to stare. His breath reeked of cigar smoke and whenever he grinned, I could see that he had several silver crowns His massively thick arms were covered with a thick blanket of gray hair through which I could see "USMC" tattooed on his left forearm. He had several other tattoos that had faded over time, but the forest of gray-white hair went all the way up in his chest and upper back areas. It was in stark contrast to my own body, which had seemingly barely been touched by puberty. Not only was my voice soft, I was naturally smooth, and I was also quite small, measuring in at a grand 5'5" and 120 pounds. I was an avid cyclist, however, so my legs and glutes were superbly toned.
