The Geezer Section

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THE GEEZER SECTION
by Alpenhorn 2007
Posted to y!gallery in 2007, with a invitation for illustrations.

[1] Beginning

The Geezer Section began accidentally. Those of us in the section are all alike in some ways, but different in other ways. We are all middle-aged or older men. We are either comfortably wealthy (able to take the afternoon off whenever we want) or else retired. We are all divorced, widowed, or never-married.

Originally, we didn’t know each other. We all had our interests, and separate activities. One of my activities during the summer months was attending the meets held for the young-people’s team at the local outdoor swimming pool. I liked to ogle the young boys in their skimpy speedos. But I tried not to be too obvious about it. There were girls in these competitions, too, but I didn’t pay much attention to them.

I began to notice a couple of other men also attending all the meets at the pool. I met one of them on the way out one day, and after a few discreet remarks between us we knew that we were there for the same reason. So we began to sit together during meets. Soon there were five regulars. We called ourselves the “Geezer Section”.

We cheered for the home team, like everyone else. But we didn’t make racy remarks to each other, because of the danger of being overheard. (“Racy”---that’s a joke.) Maybe just a nod of the head to call attention to something of interest.

After the meets we would retire to the nearby apartment of one of the geezers. We would get some take-out food. And drink lots of beer. There we could share our impressions.

‘Tom has a cute way of biting his lip when he is waiting during the relay.’

‘Mike looks like he will be a champion at the butterfly.’

‘Too bad Brad flubbed the high dive.’

‘Derek’s nipples are getting puffy.’

‘Morty should get a haircut.’ ‘No, I like it that long!’

‘You know Tom’s butt? Wowee!’ ‘Especially when he is walking away from you.’

‘Did you see Derek on his last dive? His swimsuit came halfway off his butt; underwater he had to pull it back up.’ ‘No! I missed that!’

And of course we compared our memories of the bulges (or lack) at the front of the suits.

‘Poor Tim.’ Laughter. ‘He is at that age where he gets a boner for no reason at all.’ ‘That towel he kept in his lap only made it more obvious!’

‘Remember Morty adjusting his suit with his thumbs?’ ‘More than once!’

There was a spare bed and a sofa, in case some of us were too drunk to drive home afterward.

[2] Sponsors

The swim team was always short of money. They had to pay for the team swimsuits. And other equipment. They had to chip in for the pool time they used for practice. There was an old bus they had to maintain that they used when they went to “away” meets---that was cheaper than chartering a commercial bus. (All of the away meets were within a 60 to 90 minute drive. They would leave around noon, and return after dark the same evening.)

The Geezer Section came up with an idea. We would chip in some money, and become “sponsors” of the swim team. They already had a few local businesses that did this. So we did, too. It was welcome.

We got to know the coach. For one of the “away” meets, Alf (one of the geezers) volunteered to go along on the bus to help keep order. The coach was glad for that. ‘It’s easy to get one of the mothers to go,’ he said, ‘but most of the fathers work and can’t do it. A mother in the girls’ locker room is great, but someone in the boys’ locker room will give me time for my other duties!’

At the next geezer beer bust, we pressed Alf for details.

‘You know that by now the boys are comfortable walking around in front of everyone in their speedos? Well (maybe because of that), most of them are not shy about walking around completely naked in the locker room!’

‘No!’ ‘I thought that went out in the ’sixties.’

‘Actually,’ Alf continued, ‘the coach used to try to stop them walking around in the nude. But when he left me to watch the boys, and they found out I would not enforce it, most of them seemed relieved not to need to wrap towels around themselves.’

The geezers were almost panting. ‘Give us descriptions, the more detailed the better!’

‘No, I don’t think I will.’

‘What?’ We were ready to lynch him. Everyone shouting at once.

‘But I can offer something better,’ Alf asserted quietly. That shut us up. ‘On the way back on the bus in the dark, I told them a scary story. They loved it. Girls and boys. All the kids were asking that I come again next time. The coach too. But when next time comes, I will tell them I cannot go and suggest instead one of you other geezers.’

What a great idea! In fact, I was the second guy to get this chance.

That trip was memorable in so many ways.

One incident I remember: Derek’s swimsuit needed some repair. In fact those suits are getting old. Anyway, as Derek was putting his suit on, it tore. The team equipment includes some needles and thread to use for that. I learned enough sewing back in the army, so I was able to fix it up good. Derek brought it to me. He was nude. I made a show of getting out my glasses, then the sewing kit, and sitting on a chair. I had him stand to the side, so as not to block the light (or so I said). As I sewed, I would alternately look through the glasses and over the top. But in fact I was carefully checking out Derek’s private parts, just a few centimeters from my face. What beauty! What grandeur! Dare I say it: “cute”?

On the bus back, I taught the kids a song from my old boyscout days. Something about belching, vomiting, farting, and on and on. The girls pretended to be offended, but they were smiling just like the boys. So they were eager to continue the new custom.

And thus the geezers began to rotate bus duty. Soon the coach asked us to provide someone to keep order in the locker room even at the home pool. These weeks were the happiest of times for the Geezer Section.

But I suppose all things must come to an end. Some man (not one of the geezers) tried to make a donation and then wanted to be admitted to the girls’ locker room before the meets. Well, the mothers were outraged! But then they began to question the geezers, too. So, as a result all outsiders were banned from the locker rooms. Too bad!

[3] Glasses

So we reverted to our section in the bleachers. Since we hadn’t done anything wrong (the boys, and especially the coach, liked us a lot), they didn’t ban us from attending the meets. We still had our after-the-event beer and imagining sessions. We had in our memories a lot to base those imaginings on.

One day Owen (one of the staunchest geezers) showed up for the meet with a smile on his face. ‘I have a surprise for you guys,’ he said, ‘but you will have to wait a week or two.’

Later we found out the story. Owen used to be in the retail clothing business, back before he retired. He still had contacts in that industry. One day he went to the Coach with a brochure. RVV, a small factory in Thailand, was selling swimsuits made from a new man-made fabric. Not Nylon, but one of its newest successors. If the Team bought their suits from RVV, they would save a bit of money compared to the usual sources. So far they were making only speedo-type suits for men and boys, but they hoped to add a women’s line in a year or two.

The Coach agreed to try a couple of the suits. Owen had two of them shipped in. The Coach asked two of the boys to try them out. The boys liked them. These suits were sturdy, elastic, snug-fitting, and comfortable. RVV offered to provide suits in all sizes for our boys, in the team colors. The Coach agreed.

So the order went out. The Coach didn’t know it, but Owen paid an extra $100 from his own pocket to arrange rush shipping.

The first meet with the new RVV swimsuits arrived. Owen showed up at the usual time with a smile on his face. He was wearing some new mirror sunglasses. Since it was an outdoor pool and the sun was usually bright, most of us (and most of the other spectators) always wore dark glasses. But Owen had brought more pairs of the mirror glasses. He handed them out to us, and said: ‘Try these.’

When the boys came out, we found out why Owen was smiling. With these special glasses, the new fabric of the RVV swimsuits was essentially transparent. There was no hint of this with regular sunglasses. And it only worked in bright sunlight. But now the Geezer Section was happy again!

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