I swam in the evening in a naturist pool near the Porte de Vincennes (which some people know if not frequent): I swam of course in skin clothes and I did lengths of 50 meters back and forth, while discreetly watching the little asses naked who came out of the water furtively from time to time. I must have already swum at least 800 meters.I must admit that this sporty, masculine and naturist atmosphere has the gift of stimulating me and motivating me even more in sport.After several lengths, I decide to take a break at the end of the 50-meter pool, where there are fewer people and a little deeper. I stop for a moment, close enough to another swimmer to catch my breath a little, without paying attention to this swimmer.But, after a minute, I discreetly feel the hand of this other swimmer furtively brushing the side of my hip.Then seeing that I did not react, this neighbor grows bolder and his hand comes back and caresses my hip slightly, and gradually approaches my stem which grows very quickly. Given the context, he doesn't need to dig into the bathing suit, which I obviously don't wear. Access is easy and direct.Given the very strong excitement, I very quickly have a strong erection, probably clearly visible to the other swimmers who arrive at the end of the line and leave immediately to continue their lengths.Then, this swimming neighbor reaches his goal: his hand begins to feel the base of my rod, my balls and my tuft. He spontaneously explores the mechanics and its behavior! He lingers over its entire length and begins a methodical exploration. I get a hard-on, a little embarrassed at first - but not too much in the end - because of the erection of my cock to the max.Super pleasant feeling to have this sensitive part of the body examined naturally, in this naturist environment. I'm quite quickly at ease with a hard-on in this situation, telling myself that many swimmers must discreetly watch, hoping all the same that no one complains to a lifeguard about this somewhat hot situation.I act like nothing happenedThen, this swimming neighbor withdraws his hand from my rod and while stroking me gently, goes towards my buttocks: he pats them for me, caresses them, examines the hairs and begins to pass two fingers in the parting and looks for the puck entrance.I l ...

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