As I was reaching puberty, I would go to my dad’s club downtown where there was a great swimming pool.. Often I, and sometimes my brother or a friend, would be the only non-adults there. I was see all the mature male bodies, and also to be among them, naked, on the steps of maturity. I realize now that I began to form an image of myself as a grown, mature man. I would sometimes return home and masturbate, reveling in my own body and what it would become, and sometimes remembering a particular hairy cock or muscular thighs. I felt perfectly safe to be there, and to stare, and even a couple of times to see an erection or feel my own. Nothing creepy every happened. It was not that long ago, but long wars were still within the experience of the men there, times when they lived together, trusted and relied on other men for safety and, if the stories are true, for sex.
As I was reaching puberty, I would go to my dad’s club downtown where there was a great swimming pool.. Often I, and sometimes my brother or a friend, would be the only non-adults there. I was see all the mature male bodies, and also to be among them, naked, on the steps of maturity. I realize now that I began to form an image of myself as a grown, mature man. I would sometimes return home and masturbate, reveling in my own body and what it would become, and sometimes remembering a particular hairy cock or muscular thighs. I felt perfectly safe to be there, and to stare, and even a couple of times to see an erection or feel my own. Nothing creepy every happened. It was not that long ago, but long wars were still within the experience of the men there, times when they lived together, trusted and relied on other men for safety and, if the stories are true, for sex.