Porn Star

I don’t like the idea of being called a porn star. I would rather like people calling me ‘sexy’.

It is him again, a figure too familiar now because of his conspicuous presence every time he would come out from the locker room. Possessing a lean and muscular body, he would strut his nakedness without showing any discomfort whatsoever from the stares of spectators in and out of the pool area. He could have come out from a fitness magazine. He could be a model to a Renaissance sculptor or to a Romantic painter. Or he could be just an actor in a skin flick, a porn star.

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It’s been weeks now. I returned to swimming not only that I am missing it but also because summer is way too hot and I don’t have much activity during Saturday afternoons. Doing laps in an Olympic size pool is a very good alternative cardio-vascular training. Unfortunately, my favorite pool is under renovation, so I there is no other way but to content myself with a half-standard pool in one of the private schools in the city.

The school’s pool is I think only 25 meters long. With its size, it is always to the hilt during summer, which only means that I could not really do laps. So the best time to go there is late in the afternoon. In the past weeks, I am doing this routine. I’ll go there at four o’clock, swim for two hours, and thirty minutes before it would close, I would take a shower and leave. During these sessions, I would also observe the behavior of the swimmers.

Honestly, I go swimming not only to train or workout. For me, it is the best place to check out guys especially for me who has the obsession for lean and muscular men. It is also the best place to lure them. I mean them, homosexual men. I have spotted them easily, one by one, every week. Some are regulars and some I would only see once. However, opportunity to have a “trip” with them is nearly impossible. There were some near encounters but always something would prevent it to happen, until my last visit.

Just like the other weeks, I arrived at the pool late in the afternoon. There were very few people. There were no swimming classes. Perhaps it’s because the school year has just started. I went straight to the dressing room and changed to my black Arena trunks. When I came out, some eyes were looking at me and one got my attention. They came from a man that I think was muscular by looking at this shoulders and arms. I look at him too and thought to myself, “There goes my first prospect.” In that very brief exchange he could have received a signal so he came out from the water.

The man is short. His hair is cut in a military way. And I am right. He is muscular and could be in his late twenty’s. He walked towards me, not approached. I guess he wanted me to check him out, which I did discreetly. He was wearing a very skimpy trunks just like of the body builders and one could not deny the big package that is impressed inside it. There is something I would like to confirm, I said to myself. That is not my primary reason why I went there though. I really came for a swim. There is time for that, I thought.

I went on with my swim workout for two hours. In the middle of it, I would survey my first prospect. There was a time that I would not see him and I would scan for other prospects. I needed a replacement just in case. I have spotted two or three but they were very thin, fat or effeminate. The prospect returned to the pool the next time I took my breath out of the water. He jumped in the water next to my lane. Confident that I have him, I went for my last hundred laps.

Thirty minutes before closing, I went out of the pool. It’s summer so the sun is still giving light on the poolside. I took my bag and head to the showers. On my way, I caught another set of eyes looking at me. A younger man was looking at me. He was slim and average looking. I did not notice him before. With him were three matured ladies. He seemed to be instructing them. Because I am that person who never evades the looks of suspected victims, I returned his looks.

When I entered the shower room, I saw two boys and probably their father inside. They were showering on the side near the entrance. I took the side opposite them and started showering. Few minutes later, I saw the slim guy entering and took the shower head next to mine. I pretended not to notice him. As I lathered myself, I slightly glanced at him. I caught him looking so he avoided. I continued my thing but at the same time I was observing him. There’s a moment that I thought he was lathering his privates too long and I thought I have seen the head of his dick. I ignored him for a while since we still have a company inside the shower area.

Another few minutes had passed and the father and sons had finished their showers. I and the slim guy were still inside still lathering. The slim guy was already stroking himself. I thought I should give him a look of what I have. I looked at him at again and guided his stare towards my trunks. I was already getting a hard on and it was very visible inside my trunks. I slowly stroke the outline of my cock, squeezing it alternately. I looked at what he was doing. He was already stroking his cock furiously inside his trunks. I smiled at the thought. I am not sure what would be the end of this. Suddenly, I extended my trunks to let him see what is inside. I could see his panic. He was unsure what to do next. I stroke the full length of my cock and looked at him seriously. Outside the shower area, I could see my prospect still swimming.

The slim guy transferred to the side where the entrances were. From that side, he could not be seen by people in the pool or passing the shower area. At the same time he could also see whether people would be entering where we were. He continued jerking himself from the inside of his trunks. I could not see his dick. It was also covered by the foam of the soap. I faced him and continued what I am doing. I looked outside in the pool and I thought I saw my prospect looking. I focused on the slim guy. I thought he only wanted to look at me while jerking himself off. That’s no problem with me. I let my dick out of my trunks again and squeezed its root. That made my dick head expand. Suddenly I heard the slim guy’s moan. He was ejaculating. I saw his jisms jetting out from his dick and hit the wall of the shower area. I put my dick back inside my trunks. The slim guy left the area and went back to the benches beside the pool.

It is not my practice to stay long in the showers mainly because I could get cold easily. That afternoon was hot however, and the water coming out from the shower is also hot. So I stayed and waited for my prospect. It did not take long and I saw him walking towards the shower area.

Immediately after he entered he took off his trunks. What a guts, I thought. I am supposed to be doing that but l was not yet familiar with the place so I took some reservations for that. I already relocated myself to the side where the slim guy was a while ago. Both of us were concealed from the eyes of the people outside. The prospect was even in a good position because he could hardly be seen because of his height. Whatever he would do, he could do it with less risk.

The prospect had a long dick but slim. I saw it limp first but it erected quite fast. It started to extend from his tight balls. I assume that it was not really that long. Perhaps it only had that impression because of its proportion. I should have left the shower the time I made my measurement but I was already horny and by the suggestion that he was showing, the prospect was ready to kneel down before me. I faced him and showed him what he wanted. There was no further prodding on my part. He squatted and moved towards me.

With no hesitations, the prospect took my cock in his mouth. It felt good. His mouth was hot and he sucked impressively. My cock became harder. I looked outside. The area was clear. There was no risk of being caught. No one was looking in our way except for the slim guy who kept on looking at us even if he was talking to the father who had showered a while ago. The slim guy seemed to be familiar to most people here. Could he be a swimming instructor? The prospect was doing very good with my cock. He had swallowed me whole. I could just breathe deeper every time he would reach the base of my dick. Could the slim guy guess what was happening to me? Probably. I could sense his eagerness to end his conversation with the father and join us in the shower. I grabbed the head of the prospect and urged him to go faster. I wanted to finish immediately because anytime now, the shower area would be filled with people. Another few bobbing from the prospect, I came inside his mouth. I turned to the slim guy and showed him my face of ecstasy. I saw the frustration from his face.

I let the prospect milk me dry. He was jerking fast below me. I glanced back at the slim guy and I could see that he was approaching. Uninterested anymore, I hurriedly moved away from the prospect. I rinsed quickly and headed for my towel. Before the slim guy entered the shower, I was already entering the dressing room. Did they make out? There is no need to know because what matters to me was that I have made the prospect kneel before me.

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I never find it difficult to attract anyone’s attention. I just have to shed off my shirt. It is not also difficult to spot a homosexual. All I have to do is show some dick. Once he would look and get hard, the next possible thing that would happen, he would hold my dick and suck it. Or he would take his hard on and jerk off while watching me. Sometimes, I don’t even need to show my dick. My abdominals can make someone cum. Men are aroused visually. This is why men are more aroused watching porn than reading it. This is why women would prefer reading than watching porn. Homosexual men are aroused seeing me naked. Does that make me a porn star?

I am no porn star, but I could be pornographic. I remembered I wrote an entry once regarding how others look at me. They thought I look like a dick, “mukhang etits” in short. I think I am not. I think it depends on the mindset of the person who looks at me. If he is horny, he then could easily be stimulated and could be imagining things. It is not my fault unless maybe I would make my own move of seducing him. I don’t like the idea of being called a porn star. I would rather like people calling me ‘sexy’.