Transformed Chapter 11
With my new-found athletic prowess, I decided to go out for the swim team during the winter sports season. Swimming had always been something I'd enjoyed, but I had never competed. I don't even think there were opportunities for swim competition in our community until high school. Middle school certainly did not have a swim team. I had taken lessons for years and had, of course, been certified as a lifeguard over the summer, so I was a strong swimmer. But I was a little nervous about actually participating in swimming as a sport.
While I hadn't slept with any swimmers to gain their skill, I had absorbed a lot of other athletic skills from my playmates, and my muscles had developed in ways that I thought would probably help with swimming. Try outs for the team were at the end of the fall semester, in December, with practice beginning in January, right after the winter break.
Throughout the month of December, I went a couple of times every week to the pool at the Y to work on the swimming skills I would need if I wanted to compete. My strokes were already strong, but the skill I had to learn was how to flip and turn when I reached the end of the pool. I read about how to do this online and watched a couple of videos, but I needed to practice it. So, I spent a number of days practicing flipping and turning, over and over until I had the skill down pretty well. Then I started practicing different strokes down the length of the pool, flipping and turning and heading to the other end of the pool, then flipping and turning again.
In contrast to the pools I swam in during the summer, the eye candy at the Y during the winter was pretty disappointing. Most of the other people swimming laps like me were older folk, mostly older men. Most of the swimmers were pretty out of shape and frankly unattractive. The other population at the pool was young kids in swim classes, so also not of interest at all. The only guys worth looking at were the lifeguards, most of whom were high school or college aged. I recognized a couple of guys from my high school, though I didn't know any of them. They were upperclassmen, juniors or seniors.
After one of my practice sessions, I headed into the showers to rinse off. It was one of those big communal showers, with metal poles in the center with multiple shower heads and more shower heads along the walls. When I got into the shower room, there was one other guy there. It was one of the lifeguards whom I didn't know but recognized from school. He nodded at me, and I nodded back. He was clearly a swimmer -- lean and very muscular, with his back forming a perfect V.
"Don't you go to EHS?" I asked.
"Yup," he said and raised an eyebrow at me.
"I thought I recognized you," I said. "You wouldn't know me. I'm just a freshman."
"Cool," he said.
I turned on a shower and stepped into the warm spray, turning my back to him. I stretched my body in the warm water, reaching as high as I could and then reaching down to touch my toes.
"You're pretty fit for a freshman," he said.
I looked over my shoulder at him and gave him my most seductive smile. I hadn't honestly been trying to catch his attention, but he clearly was looking me over. Maybe it was just the irresistible allure that I seemed to radiate now.
"I do okay," I said coyly. I turned around and looked him straight in the eyes, and he held my gaze. "I'm planning to go out for the swim team this year."
He gave me the once over. "You look like you might be good," he said.
He was slowly soaping his body. I wasn't sure if he was trying to be sexy, but rubbing the soap all over his chest and up and down his arms was really turning me on. He was in remarkable shape -- a well-developed chest, strong arms, and thick legs.
"I'm on the swim team," he said. "Seth's my name."
"I'm Alexander. People call me Alex," I said.
He held out a soapy hand to shake, and I took it, and there were electrical sparks, or at least it felt like it. He held my hand for a moment too long and looked me in the eyes. I felt the blood rushing to my cock.
"Nice to meet you, Alex," he said.
I turned around so that he wouldn't notice me starting to chub up, but when I glanced back over at him, I noticed that his speedos were filling out too. He rinsed the soap off his body, then peeled his speedos down to rinse them out, and I noticed that he had a semi. He caught me looking and gave me a smirk.
"I bet we could have some fun," he said.
I stared straight into his eyes and peeled off my own speedos. My cock, which was well on the way to getting hard, popped up.
"I bet we could," I said, without ever breaking my stare.
We looked into each other's eyes for a long moment.
"There's a private shower stall at the other end of the locker room." He indicated the direction with his head. "Meet me there."
Then he turned off the water, grabbed his towel off the wall, wrapped it around his waist, and headed out of the shower room. I had not been planning on trying to acquire swimming skills as I'd acquired my other athletic abilities, but when the opportunity presented itself so easily, I couldn't refuse. Plus, Seth was amazingly hot!
I rinsed off, then grabbed my own towel and followed him. I walked down the long aisle of lockers to the other end of the locker room, where there were three shower stalls. Two had their curtains open, the third was a large, handicapped-accessible stall, where the curtain was closed. I peeked inside and saw Seth standing there naked stroking an impressive hard cock. I stepped in and immediately fell to my knees and took Seth's rod in my mouth. He was uncut and long, and I played with his foreskin with my tongue, then moved my mouth down, taking his entire length in one swallow, the tip sliding easily into my throat.
"Oh fuck!!" he moaned.
I started working his cock, while he stroked my hair with his hand. I would bob up and down on his cock, running my tongue along the pole, then about every fifth time, I would take him all the way down my throat. Every time I deep throated him, if made him shudder.
"Damn, baby," he whispered. "You got skills."
I kept this up until I felt him start to tense up, like he might shoot. Then I pulled off.
"How about you fuck me," I said.
"Really?" he asked and couldn't help but grin.
I turned around, put my hands against the tile wall, and presented my ass to him. He spit in his hand and lubed up his cock, then pressed it against my hole. It popped in, and he spit down onto his cock, then pushed it further in. He was just starting to pump in and out of my hole, when we heard someone come into the locker room and open a locker not far from us, so we both froze for a second. Seth reached over and turned on the water, after first turning the showerhead against the wall so that it wouldn't spray us.
With the sounds of the shower providing cover, I started slowly moving my ass back onto Seth's cock, squeezing tightly. He bit his hand to keep himself from moaning and started pumping into me again. Whoever had come in had apparently changed and left, because we heard the locker shut and then the door to the room close.
Seth started pounding into me, making an audible slap of his body against my ass. I could tell that he was getting close.
"Go ahead and fill me up," I said.
"Fuck!" he cried and pulled me hard against him, driving his cock far up into my gut, while he pumped seven jets of cum inside me. I felt the usual wave rush across my body, and I felt his cock pulse a few more times in my ass.
"Damn, Alex. You are Hot. As. Fuck!"
He pulled out, turned me around, and kissed me.
"I hope you do come out for the swim team. Maybe we could have some more fun."
"I'm sure we could," I said looking him intensely in the eyes.
Since I'd taken Seth's load, my swimming skills not surprisingly improved during my next sessions. I was able to do the flips I'd been working on more cleanly, and my strokes seemed steadier and stronger. Another opportunity to hook up with Seth, however, did not present itself for a couple of weeks. I saw him at school a couple of times, and he gave me a smile and nod, but the only time I saw him at the Y was one day when I was leaving and he was just starting his shift.
But one day just before the beginning of the winter school break and a few days before the swim team tryouts, Seth was on guard duty while I was swimming. I extended my swimming session a bit, hoping that he would finish his shift. Sure enough, Seth wrapped up his work, signed out at the office, and headed toward the locker room. He paused as he was walking and gave me a meaningful look, then proceeded off the pool deck. I waited a couple of minutes, then headed after him.
When I got into the locker room, I could hear a shower running. Seth had evidently gone straight into the handicapped shower stall, confident that I would follow. I peeked around the curtain, and sure enough, Seth was in the shower stream, rinsing off. He smiled, and I stepped inside. He pulled me to him and kissed me, then he put a light pressure on my shoulders that meant he wanted me to kneel down and suck him, so I did. I worked on his long, uncut cock for a while, then without a word, I stood up and turned around, and he pushed himself into my ass. He pounded me hard for a while, and then with a grunt he shot deep inside me, and I experienced my usual wave of cum-inspired energy.
"Man, Alex, you got a great ass. So tight."
"Thanks, man," I responded. I rinsed off a bit, grabbed my towel, then headed out of the shower to get dressed.
Tryouts for the swim team were on the Wednesday and Thursday right before the winter holiday. There was a group of mostly freshman and sophomores who showed up, to try out, while the guys who were already on the swim team, like Seth, sat along the side of the pool watching. The kids trying out looked nervous, several hopping from one foot to the other, while the swim team members were obviously comfortable in their role. They were joking around, being a little loud. At one point, Seth caught my eye and gave me a thumbs up. One of the swim team members handed out numbers for each of us to pin to our suits so that they could identify us.
Mr. Trippy, the swim coach (and also a geography teacher), came in and told everyone to quiet down. He started by having all of those trying out warm up by swimming laps. Then he had us pick lanes and had us race one another.
"It isn't just about who wins the races," he shouted out. "I'm going to be checking your form and trying to gauge your potential."
He had us do freestyle first, up the pool and back, then backstroke, then breaststroke. There were enough guys that we had to have two heats for each race. I did well. I wasn't the first in my heat, but I was second or third, and I think that my style was pretty good. The existing team members all conferred. A couple had clipboards on which they took notes. At the end of all of the races, the coach conferred with the current team. Then, he read off a group of numbers of those who were invited back for more tryouts the next day. I was number 33, and my number was called. Those of us who tried out went in to shower and dress, while the team met with the coach.
We did basically the same thing on the second day, with a number of races. The coach also had each of us swim one at a time so that he and the team could focus on us. At the end, I was among seven guys who were chosen for the team. Four other guys were told to try again next year.
As we were walking back into the locker room, Seth patted me on the shoulder.
"Nice job, little dude!"
"Thanks!" I smiled back at him.
This time the team showered with those of use who'd tried out, and one quick look around the locker room immediately convinced me that I had made a good choice. These guys were hot!!
Swim practice started immediately after winter break. The swim team was my first experience playing team sports since my parents had forced me to play soccer and little league baseball when I was small. Those experiences had been wretchedly unpleasant, since I was a dorky, awkward kid who lacked the innate interest in sports and competitive nature that seemed to motivate most of the other boys. Now that I was so much more comfortable in my body, I found the challenges of competitive swimming a welcome inspiration. I still lacked the natural sense of team spirit and the drive to beat others that seemed to motivate my teammates, but I was driven instead by the will to push my body to the limit and to improve myself. I learned new skills and techniques, and each time my laps were timed, I thought to myself that I could do better, and so I pushed harder.
To be honest, I have to admit that the other swimmers were also an inspiration. It was not team spirit that inspired me, though, but the fact that my teammates were hot as fuck! "Swimmer's body" is a common phrase in hook up sites, but most of the people who claim the label don't really have the lean, muscular physique that my teammates possessed. After only a couple of weeks on the team, I learned that a swimmer's build comes from really hard work. We had workouts every afternoon right after school, and every afternoon, I went home tired and woke up with sore muscles from pushing myself. My teammates had beautiful bodies, with well-developed chests, slim waists, and defined 8-pack abs, and it made it all the more hot to know that these bodies had come not from the gym but from hard exercise. It didn't hurt that the tiny speedos they all wore put everything out there on display. You couldn't be a swimmer and be modest.
With practice every day -- and the exhaustion it induced -- I had less time to fool around than I'd had in the fall term. Seth would catch my eye every once in a while and give me a knowing wink and nod, but no opportunities for us to fool around presented themselves. I saw Tom and Charlie and Demetrius on weekends. Allen and I still hooked up during school about once a week. (There was something really exciting about the naughtiness of fucking in the school building). Erik and Carlos invited me over for a 3-way after school one Friday. Jamal and I met up a couple of times after my practice and after he got out of the indoor soccer league practice that he was involved in during the winter.
So, it's not like I wasn't getting any action, just not quite as much as I had in the fall. I'd gone from getting fucked 8 to 10 times a week in December down to 3 to 5 times a week in January. Even so, my transformation continued. I had absorbed so many loads, that I almost glowed with the allure that I gave off. I noticed when we showered after practice that even the straight guys seemed to check me out. I had grown another inch since the summer, so I was now 5 feet 10 inches tall, but my cock would have looked appropriate on someone several inches taller and much beefier. On me, it looked huge, even flaccid, and guys really seemed to notice.
As a freshman, I was not among the fastest swimmers on the team -- not even close. But I was doing well, and the coach seemed to see a lot of promise in me. He kept me late one practice to help me work on one of my strokes. By the time that I got to the shower, only two guys were there, Seth and Kirpal, a senior who was one of the co-captains of the team. Kirpal was a very tall Indian-American guy who wore his hair unusually long for a swimmer. (I learned later that his family was Sikh, a religion in which the men typically do not cut their hair). He ordinarily kept it in a bun at school and wore a swim cap when he was in the pool. Now he was washing his hair, and I could see that it came down to his shoulders. He looked as though he was naturally hairy, but like all of the other swimmers, he shaved his body, so there was just a touch of stubble on his chest.
Since Seth and I were almost alone, and Kirpal had his eyes closed while he washed and rinsed his hair, I flirted shamelessly with Seth. I stepped out of my speedo and made a point of sticking my ass out towards him as I bent over and soaped up my legs. I wiggled my butt a little and flexed my hole and then looked over to Seth to see how he was reacting. He was laughing silently at me, but I also noticed his cock plumping up a bit.
But then I was startled when Kirpal said, "Nice ass, Thompson." He was looking me up and down with a smirk, making me blush.
"It IS a nice ass," Seth told him.
"Oh yeah?"
"Nice and tight," Seth said.
"Oh, you've tried it?" Kirpal said. I noticed that both of them were swiftly getting hard.
"Mmhmm," Seth said and started stroking his cock. "You should try it too. Never had better."
"I just might have to," Kirpal said, and started stroking his cock too. "What do you say, Thompson? Everyone else has left. We've got the place to ourselves. Up for some after work out release?"
This had shifted very quickly from a silly flirtation to something more serious and seductive. I figured, what the fuck? Kirpal was hot, and I'd be happy to ride his cock. So, I leaned against the tile wall and stuck my ass out.
"It's all yours if you want it," I said, looking back at him over my shoulder. "Well, yours and Seth's."
Kirpal walked over to me and ran his hands down my body, then squeezed my ass with his large hands. He pressed his body up against me and wrapped his arms around me so that his cock was wedged into my ass crack. Meanwhile, Seth came over to one side of me. He turned my head and started kissing my lips. Kirpal moved his hips up and down, running his cock up and down my crack until on one of the moves up, the head caught against my hole. He was uncut, and I could feel that his cock was slick with pre-cum. He spit down onto his cock to lube it more and then pushed the head against my asshole and it popped in. His dick fit his size -- it was large, long and thick. I moaned as he entered me, and Seth ran his hand down to feel Kirpal's dick sliding inside.
"Fuck yeah!" Kirpal moaned. "Soooo tight!"
I squeezed my ass muscles around his cock to make him moan again. Seth broke the kiss with me and started making out with Kirpal, while running his hands over both of our bodies.
"Fuck, you got me so close."
"Let me have a turn," Seth said, so Kirpal pulled out, and Seth immediately inserted his cock where Kirpal's had been. Seth's cock was neither as long nor as thick as Kirpal's, but it was a good size. As he started pumping into me, Kirpal reached around and started stroking my cock. After a while, I had to tell him to stop so that I wouldn't shoot.
"Let me get back in," Kirpal said, so Seth pulled out and Kirpal replaced him. Kirpal started fucking me hard, slapping his body loudly against my ass, pulling me deep onto his cock with his hands around my waist. Seth stood to the side and just watched while he pumped his own cock. After only a few minutes, Kirpal pulled me tight to him, let out a loud roar, and started pumping into me, as I felt a wave of energy pass through my body. He pulled immediately out, and Seth stepped in and started pumping me hard as well. It only took about two minutes before Seth added his load and another wave swept me. Two waves in such a short time made my knees buckle a little, so I had to catch myself against the wall.
"Welcome to the swim team," Kirpal said and smirked at me. "I think you'll fit in really well here."
We all rinsed off then grabbed our towels and headed to the lockers. My ass was feeling well used, and I was feeling very happy indeed about my choice to join the swim team.
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