Glistening Pearl

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Robert touched the blue tiles at end of the swimming pool to mark his last lap. His teacher, John, walked along the edge of the pool with a stopwatch in hands, but he wasn't timing anything, it was just an old habit. When Robert put his head out of the water, John started to clap. "Finally!" he said, clapping to the night sky. Robert laughed and got out of the pool breathing heavily. He laid on the border looking at the stars and trees around them. John stood by his side with his hands on his hips, looking down at Robert. John was around 45 and had a big moustache. He was wearing a white shirt, flip flops and a red hat and a red Speedo. The bulge in his swimming suit blocked the light from a spotlight right behind him, casting a shadow on Robert's face. He admired his teacher's thighs and bulge while the senior spoke to him.

"You did great, kid. Now let's go home! It's past ten!". The teacher reached for a backpack, letting the spotlight behind him shine on Robert's face. Robert raised his right arm to look at the time and to block the spotlight. 22:13. John pulled on his arm and helped him get up. They walked towards the locker room in the main building, John closing the gate to the pool behind him, then holding Robert with one arm and patting on his chest while they walked in.

When they entered the locker room a lonely janitor of around 60 years of age gathered cleaning materials into a big cart with supplies. John took his hat off and placed it on the Janitor's head. "You're still here?!" he asked the older man. The janitor nodded and said "What are YOU doing here still? Can't I clean without naked men around?" Robert and John stopped by their respective lockers and laughed at the man's comment. The janitor pushed the cart out of the locker room waving goodbye without looking back. Teacher and student waved back as if the janitor could see them.

Even though Robert had been training with John for over 2 years, they seldom spent time together outside the pool. Once or twice they had lunch together after practice, but usually Robert went home to shower and eat before going back to the campus for the afternoon classes. He was now in his final year of a computer science major and swimming was his way of keeping a healthy routine and something of a social life, but he avoided the locker room and being naked in front of other men altogether.

The teacher sat on a bench in front of his locker to look for a towel and clean underwear in his backpack. Right across the room, Robert wrapped a towel around his stomach and tried to remove his dark blue speedo without having to get naked in front of John. They had never shared the locker room or seen each other naked, even though they did spend a lot of time shirtless, usually in speedos.

While Robert tried to push his speedos down his hairy legs under the towel, bunching them up and almost losing balance, John came up from behind and whipped his towel on Robert's back. "Chicken!" he yelled. When Robert awkwardly turned around, towel hanging from his waist and swimming suit around his ankles, he saw that John was naked, towel hanging from his stretched hand, like a fencer holding a limp sword, but much closer to a Zorro in pose. Robert was a bit shocked by the image and fell seated on the bench behind him. John put his towel on the bench and nodded his head side to side in disappointment. "You're, what, 26 now? You can't even take your own damn underwear off", he said, pulling on Robert's speedos that were as if ties around his ankles.

The young athlete sat there, frozen, completely consumed by the infinite awkwardness of the situation, face getting redder and redder from embarrassment, while his naked teacher touched his legs, ankles and feet to remove a piece of clothing from his body.

John handed Robert the speedos and went into a shower cubicle, whistling and drumming to his own song on his stomach. Robert sat there without blinking for a minute. He noticed he had his hand in the air, holding the speedo that John removed from his legs. He had a raging erection that was tenting his white towel. He tried to hide it. He could hear the sound of water running and John whistling in the back, but his mind was projecting images to his eyes. John's red speedo bulge covering the spotlight at the pool. His thick, black moustache dripping wet. His hairy thighs towering over him. The shape of his shoulders and chest in a fencing pose. His penis hanging between his legs while he crouched to remove the tangled swimming suit. The tan lines perfectly outlining the shape of his briefs. His back muscles flexing when he taught any new techniques. Many different thoughts of embarrassment and horniness ran through his head. "He removed my speedos", he kept thinking. "How fucking embarrassing" he would repeat to himself. "How the fuck am I going to shower now?", he asked, loosening the towel and looking at his hard dick. But then, he realised he had not asked that to himself, he had said it out loud.

The sound of the water running was gone. The whistling was gone. He heard droplets of water falling to his right, and when he looked, John was standing there. Robert had been so lost in his own cloudy thoughts that he did not notice his teacher approaching. Again.

John stood there with a towel on his left shoulder and an expression of surprise. His eyebrows were raised and his forehead was wrinkled. He was completely wet and helf a pair of white underwear in his right hand. Robert was still holding the front of his towel up and his hard dick was now leaning against his stomach, having come out of its towel cave. He wasn't sure if he was still wet from swimming or if he was sweating, but all the thoughts he had before came rushing in again, and he started to shake. John looked Robert straight into his eyes and then looked down towards his feet with a concerned face. Robert's eyes followed John's head movement, looking down to his chest, stomach, hair trail, pubes, and then John's thick, uncut, hard cock. It throbbed, and his balls were very tight and swollen. A little pearl of precum shone at the very tip of his dick, getting larger and larger, rolling over and under the head and slowly dribbling over the foreskin, running along the veins, until finally slowly roping and falling to the ground right next Robert's feet.

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