Last week I went swimming, as I try to do every week. I did about an hour, then decided to get a drink from my locker and cool down under a cold shower. As I stood there, I became aware that there was someone else in there with me. I looked up and saw a well set man in his mid to late forties. He smiled at me and began to speak.
He started complaining about the lack of available lanes. There was a swim team practice, so half had been reserved for them. I nodded and agreed, but in all honesty, I never have a problem watching the swim team practice. Then he said something that really annoyed me. “So I noticed you were just taking it easy out there.”
Taking it easy? first of all I was annoyed that he had been watching me. Secondly, because of what he’d said. I may not be the fastest swimmer in the world, but I’d been working really hard out there. I made my excuses and headed back to the pool todo a bit longer.
After about another half an hour, I decided I’d had enough and I was going to get out. I jumped back in the shower then got my clothes from my locker.
Whenever there is a cubicle free, I always get changed in there. On this particular day, there wasn’t one. So instead, I do the typically British thing and get changed under my towel. I am not one of these guys who walks around with it all hanging out. I guess that’s because I am used to getting stared at in my everyday life. My weird tics and twitches draw attention to me constantly. Because of this, I don’t feel comfortable greeting changed in public. I use my hands and touch my face a lot. I think it acts as like a barrier between my twitching face and the world. That towel does the same thing. Without it, I simply feel exposed.
I dried myself off and took off my shorts from underneath the towel. This was the point that I noticed the man from the shower had also returned to the changing room. He took the bench opposite me and put his stuff down at the side of him. He said hello, and started talking to me again. I waited for him to stop talking to get changed, so I could complete my under towel manoeuvre. But he didn’t. Instead, he took down his swimming shorts, and carried on talking to me. Completely naked. As he continued our little ‘chat’, he got closer and closer to me. I was sat down, he was stood up. Things were shaking around just a couple of feet away from my face.
By this point, I had no idea what he was even talking about. It’s hard to keep the focus on a conversation when you are having a penis virtually pushed in your face. I knew I had to do something, so I dropped the towel and quickly got dressed.
I know I can be a bit of a prude sometimes, but would anyone else feel uncomfortable in this position? It’s not the fact that he was naked. I think it’s more because I don’t like my personal space invading. I will definitely keep an eye out for him when I go again next week.
Out for now.
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