Saturday, July 02, 2005

YMCA Swimming Lessons

You may be right Joe - about females at the yMca - but my lessons were actually at the yWca - no joke. We talking about 1950-51 here.

I took swimming lessons at a Y when a youth; my mother thought it important that every young man learn to swim so to the Y I was taken one summer (I was probably about 8 or 9).
I don't remember the reason at this point (whether the YMCA didn't have a pool in our city or whether there weren't enough kids to warrant TWO classes) but OUR classes were ALL taught at the YWCA building. I always thought it strange that I had to go to the WOMEN'S club to learn to swim; but that's the way it was.

I remember the first day when we were all told to strip and come into the pool. I vaguely remember a moment's hesitation that I would be naked; but when I saw everybody else (all guys about my age) shucking their duds, I did so too and went to the pool. The instructors
were mostly men but there were also some women (all clothed) and for some reason I didn't think anything about it.

I remember back in the third grade a teacher coming into the boy's bathroom one time (I was standing at a urinal) and everyone was surprised when she came in. I remember turning around and not being able to stop my flow of pee and peeing on the floor near her foot. She jumped back to keep from getting wet but I was a hero in school for a while. As I recall she did this quite often (maybe to quell the noise...altho I think her actual motives were to see young boys "parts" now that I think back on it).

Anyway, the whole naked Y experience was a very natural one, in large part because there were so many of us boys (maybe 20 or so) and nothing was said. Mothers or sisters were NOT allowed in with us, either when we disrobed or were swimming.

I DO remember when I finally passed one of the tests which was to swim the length of the pool, my instructor then was a girl (who looking back I would say was probably not 20 yet) who walked the length I was swimming, encouraging me the whole way.

When I emerged from the end she helped pull me out, congratulated me, and then told me what I had been dreading to hear, now to complete this test you must jump off the diving board. I was terrified at this because of the deep water. Even though I had been in the deep end swimming,

I was next to the edge of the pool and could reach out at any time and touch it. However, diving off meant I was 20 feet or so away from any edge and the thought terrified me. (Later it meant nothing to all of us...we jumped off the diving board for most of the rest of the classes once we passed our tests, penises flopping all over (those of us who had enough to flop), instructors watching everything. But right now I was scared. So I tried to make an excuse for why I should postpone this jump. I pretended to be too winded from my pool-length swim (that got no sympathy at all).

Then I said I had a cramp in my leg and needed to rest; whereupon the girl sat me down, pushed on my chest, laying me flat on my back at the side of the pool. She said, which leg was cramping. I said the right one, and she started massaging my upper leg muscles, limbering them up, trying to loosen the mythical cramp. (I'm sure she knew I was lying and stalling to keep from jumping, but in her wisdom she also knew it would be the best thing for me to do to get over my fear ...she was right of course). As she massaged my leg she would also shake it back and forth, up and down. Well needless to say my little penis started getting hard. I didn't know yet why it did that, I just knew that sometimes it did it. This was the first
time in the class since that first day that I actually realized I was naked (and in front of a girl to boot).

I don't remember what her reaction was, if any, just that she kept rubbing and shaking that leg and my little weenie started standing straight up like a little finger (that was about the size of it too). I finally started becoming a little undone by the experience and started to stand up. She said something like I hope that cramp's going away, and put her arm around my shoulder or maybe under my arms and "helped" me stand and then to walk to the deep end of the pool to the diving board; the whole way my little boner bouncing up and down with each step. I remember limping slightly to keep up the pretense that I really HAD had a cramp.

We finally made it to the diving board, I got up on the board, walked out to the end, and as I was looking down at the water my gaze immediately fell upon my erection. So I just jumped, probably as much to hide my erection as anything else. The minute I hit the water I furiously began paddling to the edge of the pool where she was squatting down, watching and waiting for me. I got to the edge
and she pulled me out (I still had the boner) and she said "See, that wasn't so bad." I realized that it wasn't, and that I could do it so everything was right with the world. She kinda hugged me (my penis pushed against her shirt..I remember that like it was yesterday) and said congratulations, you've passed your test and released me to go help somebody else.

I'll never forget the experience.

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13 Comments:

At 9:32 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good experience.
Well, I used to go to sauna in a 3 or 4* hotel while there was a swimming pool where school kids went for swim classes. We shared changing room and there was almost always a female teacher to supervise the kids. I didn't really care. I didn't mind a female cleaner there either.

 
At 2:51 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I took swim classes in 70's and we were issued blue nylon speedos. We were told there were no excuses and swim without them if you forget them. About half the kids did at one time or another. I never thought much of it, because same kids skinny dipped at lakes in mixed company.

 
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At 11:50 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I lived in upstate NY, went to HS in the early 80's, we always swam nude in swim class. I don't think it was that big of a deal, supposedly make you swim faster. We did in fact have a female swim instructor one semester, still no big deal. I wasn't on the swim team- so I can't speak to that. But, I played on the ice hockey team, the locker rooms at that time were co-ed. I can say, quite often the girl figure skaters would walk through while we were showering, cause there was only one locker room, bathroom, shower area etc. But, I don't remember it ever being a problem, the girls would sometimes even stand there while we were showering and talk to us. In retrospect, things have gotten very conservative and uptight over the years.

 
At 2:28 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

We didn't swim nude at school, but in grade school up to age 11 we boys always had a female teacher supervising us in the showers before swimming lessons.

 
At 2:41 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

i grew up swimming and showering naked in front of girls no big deal sometimes they would tease you though and you would feel an erection coming on but thats part of being male

 
At 1:55 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I had a skin condition when I was 17 and part of my treatment was a sulpher bath. I was told to take off all of my clothes and take an hour soaking in the small pool size bath. I was supervised by a nurse and was the only patient present. When I finished and got out, the sulphur bath was then used by younger children between the age s of 5 and 14 and there were normally around 20to 25 children there.
All of the children had swimwear and most of the girls wore two piece bikinis.
One week, I had not long got in when the children turned up, there was a mix up with the times and it was agreed that the children would get in while I was in there.
Many of the children saw I had no clothes on and with smiles on there faces soon got in and headed towards me to take a look.
The pool water was quite cold and I was very small in that department anyway. Most of the children dispersed after they had an initial look and laugh although there were 7 or 8 girls that just stood staring. The youngest was about 6 and there were two grls about 12 who were quite well developed. One said to the other "my baby brother has one like that except his is twice as big and points down instead of sticking out". hen it was time to get out I stood at the side of the pool naked with everything on show. One of the 14 year old girls was asked by a 9 year old if she would go out with him, she eagerly agreed.
I couldn't believe it, he was only 9 and she was fourteen and had a bust and pubic hair sticking out from around her bikini bottoms. She looked at him said "corrr" and kissed him on the lips. I just stared at them fully excited and my minute willy was sticking out. The nurse said to me " I know what you are going to do when you get home and I bet it will only take you a couple of seconds" it made me so excited.
I sat on a poolside seat watching the couple kissing the nurse stood over me slightly to the side of me. I couldn't help it I started to masterbate, no one could see what was doing because of the arm of the seat but the nurse could look down at what I was doing. The nurse knew I was masterbating over the boy and girl kissing, it was all over in a flash. The nurse stated laughing.

 
At 5:35 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

What a wanker - literally!

 
At 9:47 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was 14 when I went to the YMCA for swim lessons with a neighbor. There were boys age 10 -14 in the group and we all swam naked. There were about 4 or 5 of us older boys who were fully developed. Near the end of the lessons, mothers would enter the pool area and either sit or stand around waiting for their sons to finish. Sometimes sisters would wait too. My neighbor's mother took us to the pool and she and my neighbor's sister who was 16 waited for us to finish. The first time it was embarrassing to get out of the pool walk naked by them as we went to the locker room. Over the two weeks I got used to seeing girls I knew waiting with their moms. I even got brave enough to stop and talk to them. At the end of the two weeks family members were invited to the final lesson to see what we had learned. There was a large crowd of moms and sisters, and a few dads and brothers. By then we were so used to swimming naked it never bothered us.

 
At 7:43 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

In 1966 our family moved to a larger town. I was in the 8th grade and my brothers were in the 6th and 10th grades. I was a boy-crazy girl and had a lot of crushes on different boys in my school. That summer my brothers went to the YMCA to swim. My older brother and his best friend were on the swim team so when a meet was scheduled I went with my mom. When the boys on the teams walked in I was shocked and delighted to see that they were not wearing swim suits. It was exciting to see 15 or so naked boys swimming and standing around the pool when they were not competing in a heat. I recognized 4 boys from my 8th grade class and 3 from 7th grade. They didn't have pubic hair like my brother and his friends but it was still exciting to see them naked. After the meet I went up and congratulated the boys I knew. They seemed totally comfortable being naked and talking to me so I asked them how long they had been swimming. Most started when they were 8 or 9 so I figured they were used to swimming naked. When my brother's friend come over that week I told him I enjoyed seeing him at the swim meet. He smiled and said he was glad I was there to watch him. I got brave enough to ask him if it bothered him that girls saw him swim naked. He said He didn't mind at all but enjoyed all the attention. I invited my best friend to the next meet and we enjoyed looking and all the boys, especially the ones we knew. For us it was girl heaven to see so many naked boys. I attended the YMCA swim meets every summer after that and over the 5 summers I saw 40 or more different boys naked. Those had to be the best years of my life.

 
At 12:32 PM, Anonymous Tennessian said...

I took swimming lessons at the YMCA in Memphis in 1958. I took a suit and was told I couldn't wear it and had to participate nude. I was 12 years old and a bit shy but I did what I was told. There were about 12 boys in my class from age 8 to 15 years. We had to take a shower before class and stood on the edge of the pool as the roll was taken. I noticed two boys had pubic hair and were larger than I was. I knew nothing about puberty until going to the Y. We had a male instructor who wore a suit. He had an assistant, a boy about 17 who was well developed and always went nude. Until this I didn't know about penis size but we improved our swimming abilities. It was routine for mothers and siblings (boys/girls) to observe but we didn't think anything about it. Heck, the Y secretary came to the pool to speak to our coach at times. All we knew was we had to be nude so as not to have our suits stop up the filter. That's the way it was in 1958. The water was always old.

 

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