Date: Tue, 28 May 2002 21:40:24 -0700 (PDT) From: ~~SHD~~ Subject: THE GUYS ON THE SWIM TEAM PT5 THE GUYS ON THE SWIM TEAM PART V ---Sorry it took so long to get this out. Life kinda crashed down on me and I have been trying to continue for some time now. Thanks for all the encouragement.--- Note: The following story is a complete work of fiction. No actual people are depicted in this story. Ethan shivered as the steel blade crawled across his skin. He didn't have much hair to shave off, and it only took him half an hour or so to shave his pubes and his scrotum. He grabbed his armpits, too. Aaron came over to inspect him. "Pretty good, but you need your ass done," he commented. "My ass? How am I supposed to do that?" "YOU aren't. I am," Aaron grinned. "See that table over there? It's the assistance table." Ethan looked. He noticed the stainless steel table with the large troughs. They were padded. "Come over to the table," Aaron coached. Ethan did so. He climbed in and rested. His legs were resting in the two troughs, and he was bent at the waist, lying on a gentle incline from vertical. It was quite comfortable. "All right Ethan, I am lowering you a bit. Just place your penis in the cushion, stretch your arms out, and relax." Ethan did so, and as he did, the table lurched downward, revealing a dark patch in his ass. He felt the cold air invade his bowels. "PERFECT! Now hold still while I shave you out." Ethan closed his eyes and dreamed of his first sexual encounter with Aaron, which he hoped would happen soon. It only took about 20 minutes and then the table rotated upward. "All athletes, your attention please." Athena's digital voice hummed out of the speakers. "My sensors have determined you are all shaved. Please dress yourselves and proceed to poolside. 5 minutes to warmups." All of the team members walked out to the pool. It was a fairly non-descript workout, but a long one. For three hours their bodies, glistening, hard to distinguish the water from the sweat, worked in the pool. Davidson shouted at them from the sidelines. "Take a break, you guys," he yelled out over the sound of the water lapping in the pool. As if in unison, the entire team hoisted themselves out. Ethan walked to the locker room door to grab his water bottle. He pulled the door and found it didn't budge. "Please swipe your card," Athena prompted. Ethan fumbled in his gym bag and found it. He ran it over the sensor and was surprised to see it turn red. "Athlete Number 220995, you are not authorized for this room." Ethan walked over to Aaron and asked him about it. "Uh, you aren't allowed in the locker room. You need some water, have some of mine," and he tossed him a water bottle. Another hour and Athena once again spoke. "All athletes, your attention please. Practice is now over. Please change promptly and leave the locker room. All swim materials are to be left in the lockers." Each athlete walked back to the room, and in unison it seemed, stripped off his speedo, cap, and showered. Then a guy named Seth shouted out. "Hey! I got an exemption from Davidson!" Everybody cheered, and Ethan looked quizzically at Aaron. "It means we can stay for a while and play a game." Then he shouted out. "I got the game duty for today guys! Cum on the bread!" Everybody looked at Aaron. "What the hell?" Seth inquired. "I am glad you asked. Athena, all showers disabled, please." In unison the showers turned off. "Here is a piece of bread that I am putting on the floor. Everybody will jack off (the guys exchanged grins) and attempt to cum on the bread. The last person to do it will have to eat the bread." Everybody started to massage their cocks. Seth's was the biggest of the lot, swelling to about 9 inches. Ethan's was the smallest, clocking in at just over 4". However, he was the first to scream with rapture, and shoot a small load onto the bread. The guys came quickly after that, but Aaron was the last to groan and spurt. Everybody oohed at him. He picked it up and quickly ate the bread, licking all of the semen on it. "I love the taste of cum." Everybody gawked at him. "What the hell is wrong with all you lookers? Don't you get it? I am gay." =============== I hope you enjoyed this story. There is definitely more to come, or cum, I should say :-) Please direct all requests, comments, suggestions, complaints, beefs, whatever to gaycyberguy75@yahoo.com. Thanks. This story is intellectual property by the author and is only authorized for viewing on the NIFTY Archive. Any downloading or republishing of this story is strictly prohibited without permission from the author.