Sunday at the Pool with George

I always saw him in the dressing room at the pool in our apartment building. I’m 53 years old and retired. I swim every day to help me stay in shape so I’ve seen him many times both at the pool and in the changing rooms. He’s probably about nine or ten years old, a little over four feet tall with sandy, reddish blonde, sun bleached hair. Before that Sunday afternoon I had never spoken a word to him but I had noticed him since he liked to strut around the changing area in the nude and when he did so, he invariably had a full erection. It was actually kind of comical to see his little hard penis poking up rigidly into the air as he strolled slowly to the urinals or the showers, giving everyone plenty of time to appreciate his equipment. It was obvious that he enjoyed showing off his body and especially his rock hard little dick. His body was still totally hairless. His tiny prick was only about three inches long and the diameter of a drumstick even when hard, and his balls were still tightly encased in their sack, held up snug to his body like a couple of almonds. His butt was small and hard, each cheek the size and shape of an unripe mango and his butt as well as his pubic area were lily white against the deep tan of the rest of his body. When I went into the showers on that particular Sunday, there were two other men outside, dressing to leave. As I entered the shower, I saw the little guy standing under the spray of one of the heads and, as usual, his prick was as hard as a rock, jutting proudly skyward and jerking and swaying under the impact of the spray. As I stepped under another showerhead, I spoke to him for the first time.
“Hey pal, how you doin’ today?”
He just shrugged and mumbled, “Okay.” I was, for some reason, fascinated by his smooth, hairless, little naked body and I realized that I was staring at him, drinking him in with my eyes. It was then that I noticed that, he was also stealing glances at my cock. Of course it was soft relaxed but it was still about five inches long and an inch and a half or so thick, nestled in a thatch of curly dark brown pubic hair. I felt my cock swinging and bouncing, more heavily than his, as the shower hit it. I became acutely aware of my own nudity when I felt my prick start to stiffen under the solemn little boy’s steady gaze. At first he just glanced at my dick but soon he forgot himself and stared intently at my dick. I just smiled, finished rinsing and shut off my shower. As I left the shower area, I heard him turn off his own shower and follow.
I went to the bench where I had left my towel to dry off before I went back to the private cubicle where my clothes were hanging. He also went to a towel he had brought but instead of drying, he just stood staring at my cock as I rubbed myself down. Finally, I smiled and said, “My name is Stan, what’s yours?” “George,” was his one word response. “Well George, would you like to take a closer look?”
He seemed startled but I guess my friendly smile made him feel that it was okay. Finally he nodded and said quietly, “Yeah, if it’s okay.”
“Sure, I don’t mind,” I replied, “but maybe we should go into my dressing cube in case someone else comes in.”
Once again he nodded. “Okay.”
We picked up our towels and headed to the back. As we walked, his little hard cock quivered and swayed and I realized that I too was now about half hard with excitement from his interest. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t take my eyes off him, but I thought that his iron hard little prick looked as cute as a button. As we walked, I reached down to lay my hand on his shoulder. I just had to feel the incredible smoothness of his bare skin. As I touched him, I felt my dick jerk and harden even more with increased interest. I let my hand slide over his body, caressing his shoulders and upper back and glorying in the silky soft feel of him. As we entered the small room I closed the door for privacy and turned to him. “Well, here you go my friend,” I said, lifting my cock and holding it toward him on the palm of my hand. He stepped closer, bent to my growing hardon and examined the shaft and head closely, his eyes only inches from my dick.
Of course I knew that what I was doing with this young kid was way wrong but for some reason I just couldn’t stop. As he stared, I felt my hand reach, as if of its own volition, and, with my finger tip I pressed lightly onto the tiny soft head of his cute, white, rigid little cock, touching his prick for the first but, as it turned out, not last time today. A jolt of illicit pleasure shot through my entire body at the mere touch of the kid’s dickhead. I pressed down until his tiny prick pointed to the floor, then released. It leaped back up like a spring, wobbling a couple of times before once more pointing toward the ceiling. “What about this little guy?” I asked him.
He looked up, confused. “What? My peter?” he asked.
“Yeah, your peter.