Carlos & Van visit the pool

“They’ll let me in today?” Carlos asked as he and Van crossed the park toward Aquatic Hall. “My membership lapsed years ago.”

“You’re good. I can bring a guest.”

The two friends passed through the glass double doors into the lobby, where the young man behind the desk glanced at Van’s membership card. “It’s been quiet this morning. You just missed the early crowd.”

In the locker room, Van led the way back to the member’s corner where he had a space of his own. They set their bags on the long teak bench and sat to untie their shoes. The locker across from them stood open, and Carlos glanced inside.

“Well would you look at that.”

Taped to the back of the door was the Playboy centerfold from May, 1974. It featured a fully naked and buxom Marilyn Lange kneeling atop a wicker chair and draped in a long necklace beaded with white shells. Her large breasts stood with incredible integrity between her tanned forearms.

“Wow,” offered Van, leaning in to take a look. “There’s a blast from the past.”

The two men undressed completely and walked with towels around their necks to the showers, choosing an alcove tucked in the back. They each adjusted the temperature and let the cool water stream over their skin. It felt good to be naked together.

“I had a collection of Playboys when I was a teenager,” Van said, lathering his chest. “I told my parents I was only interested in the short stories.”

“A family friend we used to visit had a stack in one of her tiny guest rooms,” Carlos said, turning to rinse the soap from his back and bottom. “And I would always hurry to claim that room. I think this one was in the stack actually.”

“Brings back fond memories.”

“Sure does.”

They left the showers and walked back to Van’s locker, passing the empty sauna and steam room on the way. They stepped into their swimsuits, glancing at the centerfold as they tucked themselves in, and filed out to the main hall, which echoed with the sound of a single swimmer backstroking along the far lane. Van dove in with a considerable splash and began his customary breaststroke. Carlos lowered himself into the next lane, still reminiscing about his times in the family friend’s guest room. He set off in a steady, if slightly distracted, crawl.

“One more lap?” Van asked, wiping the water from his eyebrows. Carlos gave a thumbs-up as he turned to push off the wall.

Back in the locker room, Van wriggled immediately out of his speedo and wrung it out over a drain. Carlos took a look at his friend’s lengthy flaccid penis, a familiar sight, and pulled down his shorts to expose his own.

“Fancy a shower?” Van asked, looking over at Carlos.

“Sounds great.”

The two glanced again at the centerfold as they passed. Van admired the continuous curve of Marilyn’s back down to her bottom and thigh while Carlos eyed her voluminous breasts.

“An entirely naked lady.”

“And two entirely naked gentlemen.”

Back in the alcove the men lathered up and rinsed down, giving perhaps extra attention to their packages.

“You know, I do remember that centerfold from when I was a teenager,” Carlos said as he absentmindedly soaped his balls a second time. “Do you?”

“I know I’ve seen it somewhere. Who could forget her?” Van replied as he rinsed the soap from between his cheeks.

“Let’s just say I spent some very productive time with Marilyn.”

“Looks like you might be enjoying the memory,” Van said, looking pointedly at Carlos’ heavily-hanging shaft.

“Ah, yeah, maybe a bit too much.” Carlos wrapped his hand around it and shook off the water.

“It’s OK buddy, feel free to enjoy it. There’s nobody else here.”

Carlos smiled and nodded, and kept his hand wrapped around his quickly swelling length. He looked over at his friend, who was beginning to stiffen himself. The two men met eyes and laughed.

“Want to?”

“I’m up for it. We’ll hear if someone comes in.”

Van took his own swelling length in his hand and began stroking it slowly. A moment later the two men were both fully erect in front of each other.

“Something about those old magazines,” Carlos said, closing his eyes as he stroked his stiff erection. “They just really do something for my imagination.”

“Same here,” Van said, matching his friend’s slow pace. “I think it’s the fact that absolute generations of people have pleasured themselves to those pictures.”

“Her boobs are just so big and hefty.”

“I know you love big ones like that buddy. Let’s imagine them together.”

The men stood side by side under the showers masturbating enthusiastically, picturing Marilyn’s famous bosom. They periodically opened their eyes to check on the other’s progress.

“Feeling good over there buddy?”

“Oh yeah. You?”

“Really good. That boner is looking great.”

“Thanks man, yours is too.”

They turned to face each other and picked up the pace, letting the warm water stream over their bodies as they deftly handled their erect shafts and slippery balls, now watching each other intently. Van squeezed more soap into his palm and lathered himself up, groaning at the feeling of slickness. Carlos followed suit.

“I’m getting really close buddy.”

“I’m ready whenever you are. I could shoot any second.”

The two friends locked eyes and pushed themselves easily over the edge into orgasm. Carlos looked down as the first volley spurted out of his throbbing penis and landed between Van’s feet. Van responded with a powerful spurt of his own which landed squarely on Carlos’ stomach. The men laughed joyously as they traded progressively smaller spurts until each squeezed the last drop from his tip.

They turned back to their showers and soaped up one last time. By the time they had shaken the water from their limbs and hair and made it back to their towels hanging at the entrance of the showers, their erections had subsided, leaving their shafts heavy and conspicuously flushed. Van led the way back to the lockers.

As they turned a corner near the sauna, the young man from the front desk came out of the toilets. He was fully dressed in his work clothes, and recovered gracefully from the surprise of seeing two fully naked men walking toward him.

“Have a good swim today?”

“Yeah, it was great!”

He looked down at their penises as if involuntarily, raised his eyebrows, and looked quickly back up at Van. Van smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Had a good shower too!”

Back at the lockers the men laughed quietly at their encounter as they put their clothes on. Carlos took one last look at the centerfold as Van packed his bag.

“I have a stack of old Playboys somewhere in my studio. I’ll have to dig them out soon.”

“Let me know when you do.”