The Swim Team


“C’mon ladies! One Two One two!” That’s the coach. He always yells at us, like otherwise we wouldn’t have the motivation to swim. But he’s a good coach anyway. Most coaches would have thought twice about adding a gay member to the swim team, but he just looked at my body and said I was fit enough to make it. The strong blow of the whistle signaled that we can now get out of the water. I stood crouched over the rim of the pool, looking at my reflection as I breathed deeply. I was 18, one of the younger members of the team. My short blond hair was something most guys liked about me, and my swimmers build. “Good work today guys.” The coach said when we gathered around him. “Keep up the good work, and the competition next week is ours! Meanwhile, rest, practice, and eat healthy. We’ll meet tomorrow for another practice.” We all said goodbye to him, and went into the changing room. This was the best time of the practice – nine hot studs changing cloth around me, their dicks flopping everywhere and Anadolu Yakası Escort their balls hanging. But they asked me not to look at them, and definitely not to do anything. I kept my promise to them not to do that. This is why it was also the hardest. After they all drop their swimwear, all the guys walk into the showers. Josh, the only member of the team I hate, stopped me. “Listen here fag! I don’t want you looking at me! Understood?!” “Why would I be looking at you? I’m interested in men who are… above average.” Josh blushed, and rushed into the showers. Some guys showed their sympathy- they accepted me even though I was gay, and they didn’t like how Josh was treating me. I followed them into the showers, which were just a large pipe with some overhead shower heads, in a large open room. We all had to stand close together to wash. I stood near my old time friend and the guy who convinced me to join the team in the first place- Jack. Jack is Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan clumsy, and he always drops his soap. However, I never do anything about it, even though I might die to. It’s cliché for a gay guy to fuck the guy who drops the soap anyway- which is why everyone was surprised to hear a loud slap, echoing through the room. “What the hell man?!” Jack said, rubbing his behind. “It wasn’t me!” I said. I looked over Jack, and narrowed my eyes at Josh, who was grinning broadly. “C’mon Stan, I don’t believe that.” Jack told me “Who else would have done it? Josh?” “Yes.” I replied. Josh stopped grinning. He walked up to me, and pointed a finger in my face. “You said something fag?” “I said you slapped Jack’s ass.” I said as I pushed his hand away. “It makes sense too. You are covering your obvious homosexuality by pretending to be homophobic.” I had some good rough sex with guys like that. “That’s the dumbest thing you said all Escort Anadolu Yakası week!” Josh exclaimed, maybe too quickly. “Really?” I replied. “Your boner doesn’t seem to agree with you.” All the guys looked over at us, wanting to know what is going on. Josh’s average dick was throbbing in the cool air, and was fully erect. He had no excuses. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. “Fuck this.” He said. He pushed me back, and I slipped on the wet floor. I pulled myself up to my knees as he continued to walk to me. “What the fuck are you –” I yelled, but he plugged my mouth shut with his cock. “Shut the fuck up and take my cock in your mouth you fag!” He whispered, placing his hands behind my head and forcing me onto his cock. I moved up and down on it. “You like my cock you little gay fuck, don’t you…” He said, loudly. I hate to admit it, but I did. It has been so long since I had a cock in my mouth, I missed the feel of it, and even though it was Josh’s, it was good to be back. Also, the rest of the guys formed a circle around us, and it turned me on. Josh was busy pushing his cock into my mouth and didn’t let go of my head and look around. If he would, he could have seen that Jack, behind some other guys, was stroking his long and wide sausage that I used to have dreamed about before he made it clear he didn’t want to fuck.

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