DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting homosexual acts involving young men and boys. The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased.
It was freshman year, 15 and horny. Paul, the son of a family friend, had introduced me to gay sex and then his family moved far away and I had no opportunities to satisfy my urges. Like any other teen age boy I jacked off a lot. My thoughts while yanking on my dick were all about getting a nice one in my hungry mouth again and maybe even one up the ass too. My boy cunt was kind of needy after Paul had taken my cherry. I needed something to get involved in. To make some friends and get focus on something other then my sexual desires.
Maybe a sport. There were freshman squads for just about all the high school teams but I had never played football, soccer or basketball. I had done little league but never really like baseball. My only athletic endeavor had been swimming for my local swim club in the summers. It was pretty informal like we did not have a team suit or anything. I was quite fast though according to the coach. There was a swim team in the high school. I considered it.
I saw a poster about sports when school started and saw that the swim team practiced on tues & thurs after school. I would check it out this week and see what it took to be on the team.
AFter the bell rang Thursday to went off to the natatorium (swimming pool building) that was detached from the school by about 40 yards. The smell of chlorine hit me like a brick when I opened the door. Being that I had always competed outdoors I never noticed it like this. Wow strong stuff but I guess you get used to it.
I plopped my ass on the bleachers and a few of the team members made their way to the pool area from the locker room. We only had a boys team and I think there were 12 or so that were there. They all had on Speedos, the low slung nylon kind (like panties I thought). Light blue in front and back with white bands on the sides. Pretty sexy i thought. They showed off quite a bit of package but I liked that. Maybe I was in the right place.
Throughout the practice I could see some of the guys were packing hardons standing on the starting blocks. A couple looked very thick and flirted with the waistband trying to escape. I liked it.
All of the dampness made me need to take a piss so I wandered into the boys locker room as that was were the only restrooms were. I had a hardon myself so I entered a stall and locked the door for privacy. I took the piss standing having to lean over the toilet since there was no way to point my excited prick downwards at this point. After emptying my bladder I took a seat and began rubbing my shaft and the head and kind of scratching my nuts. It felt really good so I kept going. Who would notice or care.
I heard one of the guys come in so I looked thru the crack along the door to see what he was doing. He pushed his whole Speedo down below his tight looking butt, flopped out his dick and hosed down the urinal. After slapping the last drop off he put it away and pulled his suit back up. I could tell very little about his "gear" since I was looking from behind.
He stepped over the the row of sinks to wash his hands. At this time another member of the team came in but instead of going to a urinal or a stall he stepped up behind the guy at the sink. He swayed his hips back and forth sliding his package the others boys butt. Then he held the hips of the hand washer and was giving him a bit of a grind.
The handwasher reached down and moved the other boys hand from his hips to his nipples and the grinder began pinching his butt buddy's tits. I could see all of this reflected in the big mirror on the wall. I grunted and had to stifle my moans as I shot a load on the inside of the door. Maybe I was in the right place. I wondered if all of the team mates were this "friendly".
After they mentioned something about "later" they left. I could not tell for sure but I bet the wet spots on the fronts of their Speedos were not water.
I when to see the coach.
The coach, Mr.Stillwater, was only about mid twenties, a recent college grad i guess. I told him I was interested in joining the swim team and he told me that I had to talk to Greg, the senior captain, and he would evaluate if I would fit in with the team before I could actually try out in the pool. I agreed even though I had never met Greg but I wanted to be on the team.
Coach called over a tall and very lean guy with light brown hair only on his head. Everything else was shaved. Nice. He was just in his Speedo of course and a brief glance told he was packing more than an average amount. I did not want to stare so I looked straight into his face while we talked.
"So you want to be on the swim team?" He Asked.
"Yes I have been swimming for the neighborhood pool team for a long time and want to contribute to the school. I know I am only a freshman but I think that I can be beneficial to the teams results now and in the future"
"Well first I need to evaluate you. Then the team members need to approve you and finally you will have to swim all of the events in practice to see how good you are and what you are best at. Is that all acceptable? Greg said.
"Sure. Where do we start?" I responded excitedly.
"Today is Thursday. What are you doing this weekend? If you can come over to my house after classes tomorrow we can spend awhile together getting to know you. Maybe you can stay for an overnight, watch some movies and do pizza or something? I am glad that you are interested so let's see what happens. OK?"
"Sure."
"Meet me at the door by the lot at 3:15 and I will give you a ride. OK?"
"I look forward to it."
Than night i jerked off three times with a fantasy of Greg in my head. After the episode in the locker room many thoughts along those lines stimulated my brain. I did not have any Speedos so I put an a pair of my sisters tight fitting nylon panties for the effect. Yes I could look ok in the uniform if I got on the team. Sweet dreams followed.
The next morning I dressed with thoughts of my overnight in mind putting on a pair of red ribbed briefs that were really a little to small. Since sleepovers usually involved sleeping in underwear I wanted some that made my junk look more pronounced if anybody looked.
All day in classes to did not enjoy the underwear choice. I was excited often and there was little room for expansion in there. It seemed like forever to get to the end of the day and I flew past my locker for my stuff and raced to the door.
Greg appeared and said "Let's go squirt. What was your name again?"
"Bry. Short for Bryce."
"Like the canyon eh? Let's get a move on."
He had a older car but any car in school is cool. I had only seen cars with bench seats at car shows but he had one. Vinyl too so it was warm from the sun. I would hate to sit there on a summer day.
It turned out that Greg only lived a few blocks from my house out in the burbs. He told me on the way in that his parents were gone until Sunday afternoon so we had the place to ourselves. That was cool with me but if my parents knew they would be pretty ticked off. They won't know. No problem.
We hit the kitchen and Greg offered soda and some chips for after school hunger. After scarfing that all down he led the way up to his room. He went straight to his dresser and pulled out 2 white speedos telling me to put one on since he had to see if I looked alright in the typical team uniform.
"Isn't the uniform dark blue or light blue and white for practice?" I asked.
"Yep sure is but white ones show off your junk better so if you are not embarrassed in a white one you will be comfortable on a starting block in a blue one. Get it? Hurry up drop your pants and get them on."
"Right here in front of you?" I said acting modest.
"Well hell yes. You are going to be stripping in front of the team and maybe even other teams in the locker room when we practice and compete. Might as well get use to it."
I turned away and my took off my shirt and let my pants drop. I reached down to start putting in the suit when Greg told me to get it all off so I pushed my red briefs down as well.
Slithering into the silky nylon speedo was giving me an erection pronto. How would I hide this? Darn that cool material was thrilling my thighs then my balls and finally my waist. I shifted my firm dick to one side maybe less obvious I thought.
While I was changing I was aware that Greg was as well. Same white speedo.
"Well let's see how you will look."
I faced towards him hoping for approval and he told me that I looked great then came over to me placing his hands on my shoulders directing me in front of a full length mirror on his closet door. He stood behind me and nudged me around and around to look at all the angles. He obviously could see I was packing wood at least a semi at the moment.
He stopped me straight at the mirror saying " Not too embarrassing this way." then rotated me 90 degrees and said "maybe a bit embarrassing this angle."
Now standing behind me he recentered me on the mirror and felt my shoulders like a gentle massage almost. Feeling my neck and the out to my arms flowing down both arms and back up . He was turning me on a lot.
"Raise your arms Bry." I did. Now Greg's hands gripped both sides starting at my arm pits and working down to the waist of the speedo.
"Are you fully hard yet?" He questioned. "You will get hard often at the start of a race and I need to know that you will not make the team look bad when you do."
I told him I thought I was 'all the way up'. I guess he sensed that I was ok with this stuff and with that he brought his hands around form my waist to the front of the white nylon suit feeling my cock. At the same time he pressed his own obviously hard package firmly against my butt grinding it just a little for good solid contact.
"How about now. Your dick at full mast now?"
"I think it is. Does it feel that way to you?" I responded with his hand on my full silky bulge. "You feel pretty firmed up yourself."
He pushed me away enough to turn my backside to the mirror saying that he had to check out this side as well. I was looking right at Greg with a sly smile as he squeezed my butt cheeks and told me they seemed firm enough. His finger tips pressed into the span of nylon covering my ass crack and he worked to put my cheeks apart telling me they seemed tight but flexible which is good for a swimmer.
At the moment I missed the feeling of his meat against my needy ass but I had the pleasure of feeling his significant equipment packed in a speedo brushing against mine. His hand then gripped my ass very tight and he did some grinding of his gear into mine.
"Good?" He asked.
"Good!" I answered.
"Have you ever jerked off a friend." He came right to the point.
"A few times. Horseing around."
"Well there are times when a teammate might have an 'issue' before an event. Would you be willing to 'take care' of his problem if asked?"
"Yeah I think I could do that. I want to be a team player."
"Ok then player, Get it out and jerk your captain off."
His hands moved back to my shoulders to give me some room and I fully expected him to push me down to face it but there was no pressure to do that so I got my hand in between us and rubbed the length of his rod. It felt so good in the slippery cloth and was so thick compared to mine or the friend from before.
"Make like this is a locker room. We don't have much time or much room to do it. I will keep you close cause most changing room are very small. Get it out . I need to come soon."
I put my hand in the center top of the suit to release the drawstring. It acted like a ripcord as it was release his cock pushed the front of the suit straight out when i guided it over from his hip. T grabbed the suit with both hands a started to push it down when Greg told me to lower it only to his balls because if someone came into the locker room you would not want to have to bend over to pull your suit back on.
I put his big tool into my right hand and let it rest on my upraised palm. It felt so heavy, thick, hot, glassy as I gave it the first few strokes. I had found my place alright even without the team I could jerk this cock off all day anyway.
'It needs to happen faster. Make a fist." I was instructed.
So make a fist I did and wrapped it as far as it would go around the nice penis I had gotten a grip on. I pumped Greg's sweet feeling prick like he was fucking my hand and it seemed like only a few minutes before he squirted a huge gusher mostly against my suit. My speedo and my package were soaked in come. Oh how I washed that this was in my mouth.
"Nice job Bry. So well done! Now go in the bathroom and clean yourself up. I have another suit for you when you come out."
I rushed into the bath, pulled down the suit and brought it to my face. I smelled the fresh spooge and licked and sucked all I could get out of the material. Then I leaned against the sink and jerked my self off in mere moments.
When I came out to the bedroom Greg threw me a practice suit. These had the light blue in the front and white hip panels. I slipped it on quickly hoping to hide the bit of come that was still seeping out of my pecker. Of course it made an immediate dark spot on the light blue front. I was busted but Greg just smiled and said nothing.
I twirled in front of the mirror for a moment admiring my cute tush in this suit. It was a bit sexy I thought almost as hot as some of the panties I wear at home.
Greg told me to put my pants back on over the suit and we would could do some xbox or videos then go out to grab a pizza for dinner.
This was going to be a good evening for sure.
Next up. Sleeping with Greg and Meeting the team.
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