Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2004 17:47:44 +1100
From: iarwain7 <iarwain7@ains.net.au>
Subject: The New Tutor. 2. Swimmeres' Rules.

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The New Tutor.

Part Two.    Swimmers' Rules.


"Will!  This is James and he's looking for help with his maths.  Lonnie
tells me you've done a wonderful job of helping him and I wondered if
perhaps you could do the same for James."

"Yes Professor!  Certainly!  As long as we can fit it in."

The Professor nodded with a pleased smile and walked off leaving the two
guys to work things out between them.

Will looked at James.  If he didn't have a big smile on his face he would
be rather daunting.  Will was six-foot himself and James was even bigger.
Oh well!  He looked friendly enough.

"Thanks for this Will.  I'll be in big trouble if I don't get through this
subject."

"No worries!  I hope we can make it Thursday or Friday James, because
they're the only two nights I've got left during the week."

"Bummer!"

James looked worried but then brightened up.

"Look! I can't come to your place on those nights because I've got
training, but do you think you could come and help me there?  There'd be
some waiting, but I'd pay you the full time of course and you'd probably
find it interesting anyhow."

"Sure!  That's no problem for me.  Where would I have to go?"

"Well you wouldn't have to go far.  It's here at the College swimming pool.
We have a team in the competitions."

They worked out a few more details and then agreed to start in two days
time.

"Will!  Over here!"

Will had just walked into the swimming pool and was looking around at the
activity, wondering where James was, when he heard his name called from the
deep end.  James was holding the side and beckoning him over.

"I came early for an hour's training before you arrived.  Let's get
going. I'm friends with the assistant here and I've teed up with him to use
his office. "

He pulled himself out of the pool, grabbed a towel and dried himself off,
then led the way through the administration section.

"This is it and I've set my books up ready, so let's get into it before the
rest of the team arrives."

Will sat down and then moved his chair a little to make more space for
James.

"You don't mind if I wear my speedos do you Will?  They keep it so warm in
here and I get fed up with climbing in and out of my clothes all the time."

"No of course not!"

James settled in but the table was narrow and it meant their bodies were
crowded close together. Will was very conscious of James' powerful bare
body next to him.  He laughed to himself, thinking what a coincidence it
was to be starting his tutoring once again with an almost naked body next
to him.  They worked for three quarters of an hour and James was getting
quite excited about his progress.

"Will!  This is great!  I thought this polynomial expansion stuff would be
a nightmare but it's not too bad at all.  Let's have one more look at that
section about coefficients."

They turned to the right page but didn't get started because James' two
team-mates came rushing in.

"James!  We're stuffed!  Brad's strained a muscle in his groin and he's out
of action for at least three weeks. Unless we can get someone to replace
him by tomorrow we'll be out of the relay and then we won't have a hope.
Whoops!  Sorry!  You're in the middle of your tutoring."

The tutoring was over now because James' attention shifted completely.

"How did he do that?  He's always so fit."

"He can't understand it himself.  He was only doing squats when he felt it
go.  He didn't do any warm-ups but that's never worried him before."

James stood up and looked at his friends, then at Will, and back to his
friends again who nodded.

"Will!  How'd you like to be a lifesaver?  If you can make it from one end
of the pool to the other that's all it would need to save our lives."

"Me?  Without any training?  It would be a waste of time.  I'm not very
fast at all."

"That doesn't matter.  All we have to do is field a team for the relay and
the three of us will get through the rest.  Go on!  You'll be here tomorrow
night anyway, and it would really help us out."

Will nodded and got appreciative comments from the whole three.

"Great!  Well! Let's get some practice.  I can only do half an hour because
I've got more maths, but I did an hour earlier on.  Will!  You come in too,
and we'll see what you're like."

"Sure!  Except I can't because I haven't got any bathers."

"No worries!  They always keep spares here.  I'll find you some.  Just wait
here "

James rushed off then was back in a couple of minutes.

"Try these.  They're the only ones that are any where near your size."

Will accepted the light blue racing speedos and stripped off.

"They're too small James.  I can hardly fit into them."

"It's not the speedos that are too small Will!  I think it's you who might
be a bit big."

He laughed and the others laughed with him.

"Don't worry about it.  They need to be tight anyway.  You'd better adjust
yourself sideways though."

Will sorted himself out and they headed for the pool.  James was keen to
see how well Will could swim, so after a couple of warm-up laps he had a
race against Brett and Ken, while James used the stopwatch.  They both beat
him by miles, but he did much better than expected and James got quite
excited when he consulted the stopwatch.

"Man!  With that time there is a good chance we could manage a scoring
place.  You're definitely in, Will.  You must keep yourself fit to be able
to do that well."

"I do train, but not much swimming.  I usually have a swim once a week and
the rest is running and some gym work."

Will could see the hope building between the three guys and knew they were
now depending on him.  James took charge.

"You guys do your training and I'll work with Will.  We can't wear him out
tonight if he's swimming tomorrow, but we should be able to give him a few
tips to get him a little bit more speed."

So now James was the coach and Will the student.  They used the half-hour
then went back to the office for another burst of coaching.  Will went to
get dressed but James stopped him.

"Don't bother changing Will.  We'll have one more session in the pool
later."

They sat crowded together in the narrow space at the table and this time
Will was even more conscious of James' warm body.  Their legs were pressed
together all the time and whenever James went to write something his arm
would brush past Will's.  The speedos felt tighter and tighter as time went
on, and Will wanted to move his chair a little further under the table.  He
wasn't game though because that might draw attention and cause James to
look down.  He might as well have because James glanced down anyway.  The
glance became a stare and his eyes opened slightly.

"Hey man!  You really are too big for those speedos.  Is that all you?"

Will's face flushed and he dropped his left arm to cover himself.

"Sorry!  That happens to me sometimes."

"No worries Will!  It happens to me too.  It happened in our first session
but you didn't notice, so just forget it."

James was smiling while Will was thinking about what he'd just said, but
then he went back to the maths work as if nothing had happened.  Again
James was really happy with what they were doing and when they finished,
insisted on making it a regular arrangement.

"No wonder the professor recommended you Will.  You're good at this.  Now!
Back to the pool for 15 minutes to see if I've been as good a help to you."

Will did a few more laps while James clocked him with the stopwatch and
gave him more advice each time he finished.

"You're going to get us through you know!  We'll really owe you."

When they were dressed James persuaded Will to go with him to his room.

"I want to pay you for a start, and Brett and Ken will be there to get
ready for tomorrow."

James's room wasn't far from Will's and was almost identical in set-up.
When he'd given Will the tutoring fee he dropped the bombshell.

"This might seem radical to you Will, but I'm going to give you a body
shave.  It really can make a difference."

Will didn't know what to say and he didn't really get a chance anyway
because James started spreading a couple of big towels on his bed.

"It's no big deal Will.  We all do it and it doesn't take very long to grow
back, so just dump your clothes on the chair and then lie on the towels."

He went to the little en-suite and by the time he was back with a bowl of
warm water, safety razor and cream, Will was lying on his stomach in his
jocks.

"Lift your hips.  We don't want soap and water on your jocks."

Will lifted and in a couple of seconds he was lying completely bare on the
bed.  Just then there was a knock and James went to let Brett and Ken in.

"Were just about to start.  What do you think guys?  It looks like arms and
legs to me."

Three pairs of hands slid softly up and down Wills legs and he felt the
goose-bumps rise.

"Turn over Will so we can check your front."

The three hands made another check and Will felt his balls churning when
Brett's hand moved on the inside of his thigh.  James rubbed the fuzz on
Will's stomach then made him jump when he tugged at his light treasure
trail.

"We'd better do this too.  Okay!  Onto your stomach and we'll do the back
of your legs first.  Ken, grab another razor from the bathroom, and with
Brett spreading the shaving cream for us it won't take long at all."

With the three of them working, the back of Will's legs were smooth in no
time.

"On your back Will, and we'll be finished in a couple of minutes."

For the second time that night Will's embarrassment flared and he wondered
why his body reacted so easily.  With his face glowing he rolled over and
watched three big grins light up.

"Hey James!  He's as bad as you."

"You can talk Brett!  At least he puts on a better show than you do."

They set to work again, starting at Will's ankles and working their way
steadily upwards.  What a strange sensation.  Each scrape of the razor sent
a ticklish, tingling feeling through Will's nerves.  Each scrape seemed to
send a message to his groin as well and the further up they went the
stronger the message.  The grins got bigger too and then they started
stirring, mostly each other, till Will kind of relaxed.

"Don't take any notice of Brett, Will.  He's a total wanker except he's so
small he can't find anything to wank."

"Don't take any notice of James, Will.  Most days he walks round with a
cramp in his hand from doing it so much."

"Will!  We're all wankers, so don't take any notice of any of us."

"Thanks Ken, glad to hear you admit it, but speak for yourself.  Here, do
something useful and hold this thing out of the way.  Will's not going to
help us if he ends up with a sliced salami."

Will was smiling from the jokes but his mouth opened in surprise when Ken
grabbed his cock and held it up vertical from his body.

"Gently!  You don't want to break it on him."

"Break it!  That's a joke.  I can hardly bend it.  I think he must have a
hydraulic system running in there somewhere.  Look at this."

He held the head of Will's cock with his fingers, moved it round, then let
it go, and they all watched it slap against his stomach.  Ken grabbed it
again then used the washcloth to wipe the shaving cream off.

"Ken!  Just hold it still.  It looks like you're trying to wank Will
instead of yourself."

"No I'm not!  Just get on with the shaving."

James set to work and in a few minutes Will's stomach and lower abdomen
were shaved smooth.

"Ken!  You wanker.  We've finished.  That means you can let him go."

After the laughter, James stripped off and took Will's place on the bed.

"It's my turn Will.  We always do this the night before the competition.
It's scary giving these two butchers a razor but I've survived so far."

Will was given Ken's job and he felt strange smoothing the cream on and
cleaning up with the hand towel.  They didn't give him a chance to put any
clothes on and he still had his boner, which wouldn't go down.  Ken stirred
him about his hydraulics being jammed but when James turned over to get his
front done the attention all shifted.

"My God!  James!  Look at it!  We should be getting paid danger money for
doing this."

"Don't blame me Ken.  It's all Will's fault."

Will stared at him, wondering what he meant.

"What are you talking about?  You can't put it onto Will because you're as
randy as a bull."

"I'm not blaming him.  It's contagious.  Just like yawning.  One person
starts and all the rest copy.  Its subconscious."

"Sure too!  Don't take any notice of him Will.  He's up like a Jack in the
box every time we do this."

Brett found this rather funny.

"Jack in the box?  Hey!  Good one Ken!  That really suits him, except you
could say Jack in the anything."

"Yeah!  Jack in the bed."

"Jack in the shower."

"Jack in the jacuzzi.  Remember that?"

"Man!  Wasn't that gross?  All the white stuff floating around in the
water.  We had to get out."  James replied.

"They're making it all up Will."

They all laughed and went on with the shaving.  Will couldn't help looking
at James.  The only other boner he'd really seen properly was Lonnie's and
it was quite different.  James had a pointier head and stubbier shaft but
it was the size of his big balls which took the most attention.  He kept
looking a bit too long, and flushed when James caught his eye and winked
again.

"Okay Will!  Hold him up so we can do his stomach."

A bit startled, Will hesitated, not because he didn't want to, but because
it felt strange in front of guys he hardly knew, and there were more grins
at his expression.

"It is a bit gross isn't it Will?  Don't worry though, we'll cut it off if
it gets out of control."

You couldn't help laughing with these guys.  Will's hand reached out and he
was holding another cock.  It turned him on and he felt his own boner
getting extra life.

"Lift it right up out of the way, like I did yours Will.  It doesn't matter
if this one breaks."

Will lifted James' cock till it was nearly vertical, but he was only
holding it lightly and it slipped from his fingers.

"Get a good grip Will."

Feeling embarrassed at his mistake, Will wrapped his hand right around
James' cock this time, and held it vertical again.  It got even harder and
it was strange feeling it try to straighten.  Ken and Brett set to work
with the razors and Will's attention shifted between what they were doing
and the tube of flesh in his hand.  He had an urge to check exactly how
hard it really was and without thinking, gave it a squeeze.  As soon as he
did this, he felt it tighten against his fingers.  God!  What would James
think he was doing?  Will glanced up and as soon as their eyes locked James
gave another wink and a smile.  Will looked away quickly as if nothing had
happened but worried what James must have thought.  Brett and Ken finished
the shaving and then took their turn on the bed.  Will kept his same job
and when they finished he'd held each one's cock.  Ken had a boner when he
turned over and Brett's came to full life when they were shaving his
thighs.  Will got more and more embarrassed because his own boner wouldn't
go away.  Each time he held a new cock it charged up again.  They all
noticed because they started stirring him.  Ken said the hydraulics must be
on overload, James wanted to time it and Brett wanted to know if he had any
special ways to turn it off.  They soon had Will laughing again.

"Brett's getting jealous Will.  He doesn't tell anybody, but he can't keep
his up for more than three minutes."

"Three minutes!  Get real Ken!  This baby can go for hours when I want it
to.  At least I haven't got P.E. like you."

"P. E!  What's that?"

"Ask James!  He knows 'cause he's got it too."

"I have?  Since you're saying it I probably haven't but P.E. always meant
Phys Ed to me and I've got that for sure.  You look at my physique and you
get an education."

This got groans and then Brett whispered in James' ear.  James laughed like
anything then whispered, premature ejaculation, to Will.

"You're right Brett!  Ken's definitely got P.E."

"So what is it then?"

"We can't say.  We don't want to embarrass you in front of Will."

"You already told Will."

"We'll tell you tomorrow night if we win the relay.  You can be the
P.E. king."

Ken gave them all the finger and laughed.

"Come on Brett.  I want to get a good sleep tonight."

"Hey!  You can't go yet.  We have to relax Will's muscles first."

"Do you think he needs it?"

"Of course he does.  He doesn't do much swimming and we made him go flat
out tonight.  With three of us we can finish in 15 minutes."

"Well! He does seem to get stiff pretty easily."

This cracked them all up but it focused attention back on Will's boner
again.  At least it was down to half-mast.

"Um!  What are you talking about?  I mean the muscle relaxing bit."

"It's like a massage Will.  We do it to each other to stop our muscles
getting sore.  It'll help you swim better tomorrow so get up on the bed
while I grab the oil.  Here we are!  You two do his thighs and I'll do his
stomach."

Any chance of Will's boner subsiding completely disappeared when they
rubbed in the oil.  James squeezed the first liberal amount and Ken's hands
spread it from Will's knee to the very top of his right leg.  Another
squirt and Brett was doing the same thing on his left leg.  The third
squirt went on to his stomach and James' hands smoothed it in, in a large
circular motion.  This only lasted a short time but it was enough to
totally revive his boner.  Will nearly leapt off the bed when Ken dug his
fingers into the top of his thigh muscle and started kneading it.  Brett
did the same thing on the other leg while James' hands were probing and
pushing his stomach muscles.  Every muscle was stretched and prodded and
after a while they turned him over and started again, Ken and Brett on his
legs and the backs of his thighs, James on his back and arms.  It was rough
treatment but it didn't really hurt.

"It's like banging your head against a wall Will.  It feels good when you
stop.  You'll sleep well tonight.  James!  You can do the last bit."

Will heard the tone of amusement in Ken's voice but he hardly had time to
think about it because the oil was being squirted on his buttocks.  Oh my
God!  What was he going to do?  James spread it all over, even where Will
didn't expect it to go.  He pounded and shoved, stretched and kneaded for a
couple of minutes and that was it.  Will sat up, to three grinning faces,
then got off the bed.

"So!  How was that Will?"

"Different!  Now I know what a punching bag feels like."

"It does knock the stiffness out of you.  Well, most of it.  Hey!  Do you
know the swimmer's rule?"

"No!"

"No wanking the night before a race.  It uses up too much energy.  I don't
know if it's true but we follow it, don't we James?

"Yes Ken!"

"Ha!  We have to ask him every time Will, even when it was his idea.  See
you tomorrow night okay?"

James pointed out the bathroom for Will to wash the oil off, and when he
finished the others had gone.  Will was on his way too, after James thanked
him for the coaching, for helping them out, and making arrangements for the
next evening.

Lying in his bed, Will's mind replayed the evening's events.  He knew his
tutoring had gone really well, but he couldn't get over what had happened.
It was almost as surprising as his first night of tutoring with Lonnie in a
way.  He thought of how it felt when Ken had been holding him and his cock
came to life.  His hands explored the shaved areas of his body and then he
thought of the reaction when he'd squeezed James' cock.  At the time he'd
wondered if James was enjoying it and maybe even wanted it to go further.
That would be nice.  Will got harder as he thought of what he'd like to do
with James.  Those big balls!  He pictured them in his mind and wondered
what they'd feel like.  He thought of holding Ken and Brett and wondered
what they'd think if they knew how much he'd enjoyed it.  With an effort,
Will took his hand off himself and thought of other things.  He strongly
suspected, from the comment to James, that they'd check up on their
swimmer's rule thing and he didn't want to be embarrassed about it.  Maybe
you really would have more energy if you didn't do anything?

"Hey Will!  Over here!"

Once again Will heard James' voice call from one of the lap-swimmers'
lanes.

"I just got here and decided to do a couple of laps while I was waiting.
Come with me.  I've got something for you."

He led the way to the little office and handed Will a small package.

"Try these on and see how they fit."

They were a brand-new pair of speedos and Will protested that he had his
own and wouldn't need them.

"Yes you do.  Swimmers' rules say you need a uniform and we want you to
look the part.  Put them on and see how they fit."

Will stripped and put them on.  They felt great but once again they were so
brief he had to adjust himself sideways.  God!  He looked huge in them.  It
must be the way they were designed.

"Mate!  There really is a lot of you."

"How come they're so brief James?"

"They're proper racing speedos.  They're all like that.  I'll wear mine too
and you can christen them. James swapped his practice speedos for an
identical pair to Will's and they swam a couple of laps, towelled off then
made their way back to the little office.  James asked how Will was
feeling, whether his muscles were feeling anything from the day before, and
how he felt after being shaved.

"Do you think that it will really make much difference James?  You gave me
a shock when you did it last night."

"It did have a big effect on you didn't it?  We do it before every race
now, so we hardly think about it.  We spend most of the time stirring each
other.  But don't worry!  You really look the part now. These speedos are
part of our swimming image."

It was a quarter to seven and the race was due to start at 8:30, so they
had a good one and a half hours of maths. As the time went on, Will sensed
James getting more and more pleased with the progress he was making but
then they stopped as soon as Brett and Ken arrived.  When Will stood up he
saw them check out the new speedos.

"Wow!  I'm glad you got them for him James.  He looks sensational."

They put their own racers on and the four of them went out for ten minutes
of warming up.  At half-past eight the pool was cleared and the
announcement said it would be available again in half an hour's time and
then would close at 10 o'clock.  There were five races before the relay and
Will was a mixture of excitement and nerves.  James and Ken won two races
each and Brett was a close second in his, all of which was great but made
Will wonder what he was doing there.  There were six teams in the relay
with four swimmers in each and when they lined up Will's heart sank.  Every
one of them looked like an Olympic swimmer, with their racing speedos, and
sleek, fit, strong bodies.  It got worse when James, Brett, and Ken went to
the other end of the pool.  Ken was swimming 200 freestyle, James 100
backstroke, Brett 50 butterfly and Will was to finish with 50 metres of
freestyle.  The starting pistol cracked and by the time Brett touched the
end the team had a lead of nearly three metres.  Will swam his heart out.
Two other guys caught and passed him but that was it and the team got a
third which was better than they'd hoped for.  Will knew it was the other
guys really but they still treated him like a hero when he got enough
breath back to climb out on the pool.  James grabbed him in a bear hug,
lifting his feet off the tiles, then Ken did the same.

"Mate!  That was so good.  We thought we might scrape a fourth, but third
place really clinches it for us."

Brett turned up from the other end of the pool with a smile that looked
like it would run round his head a couple of times and surprised Will by
giving him a great whack on the arm.

"What a ripper of a swim Will.  You sure went faster than you did last
night.  You're part of the team now as far as I'm concerned."

"He sure is and swimmers' rules say he's guest of honour at our celebration
tonight."

For an instant, Brett and Ken seem surprised by this statement from James,
but then they were so enthusiastic Will thought he'd read them wrong.

"Hey yes!  What a great idea!  Will we go to your room James?"

"We might as well!  I'd have to go there first anyway and I've got the
exercise mat."


With the racing over, they headed back to the little office to collect all
their gear and with lots of excited chatter, made their way to James' room.

"Hey you guys!  Look what I've got ready!  I thought we'd use it however
things turned out."

He produced a bottle of champagne from the fridge and placed it on the
table.

"Hang on!  I want to get some photos of this."

Ken took a small camera from his bag and took a couple of shots of them
all, using the self-timer.

"Ken!  We don't look like a swimming team.  Shouldn't we be in our
speedos?"

"Good idea!  Hey!  We'll keep them on for the drink too."

Will was back in the brief speedos again and more photos were taken.  It
took longer this time because Brett carried on so much, putting on what he
called his swimmer poses, but eventually they finished and stood in a group
with their glass of drink each.

"Here's to the best team!"

"Here's to the winning team!"

"Here's to Will for helping us out!"

"Here's to Brad who should be here, but had to go to the physio for heat
treatment!"

"Drink up everyone!"

"I'm going to christen Will as our new team member.  Hold still Will."

Everyone cheered as Brett poured the last quarter of his glass into Wills
hair, and laughed when it trickled from his neck down the front of his
chest and onto his speedos.

"Hey!  We can't celebrate properly till we've got Will completely relaxed."

They all looked at James.  He sounded quite serious.

"We owe it to you Will after that effort you put in tonight.  Don't you
think so guys?"

"That's for sure!"

They were both nodding in agreement.

"We'll give him the full treatment tonight. It's swimmers' rules."

"The full treatment?"

"Yeah! You saw the problem he has with stiffness didn't you?"

"Mate!  That was a big problem!"

Will flushed with this stirring about his boner yesterday and wondered what
was going on.

"Get the mat out James, so we can do it properly."

An exercise mat was pulled from under James' bed and spread on the floor
with several towels on it.  Relaxing?  It was that massage thing they did
last night.  God!  He didn't need that.  He'd get another boner for sure.

"Oh!  I'm all right James.  I didn't swim that much tonight.  I won't get
stiff."

This got a stack of grins and Will realised he'd said it the wrong way.

"Well!  We'll make sure then.  Come on!  Down on the mat.  Good!  Now lift
your hips.  Those speedos will only be in the way."

How did this happen?  Here he was again, naked in front of these guys the
same as last night.  Ken knelt beside him and ran his hand lightly from
Will's knee to the top of his leg and left it there.  Oh my God!  Here we
go, thought Will as he started to respond.  Brett did the same on Will's
other leg and they all watched his boner grow.  Hang on!  Where was the
oil? And why were'nt they working on his muscles?  James moved and the
light went off, leaving the room in total darkness.  After a couple of
seconds Will went to sit up, but a strong hand pressed on his chest and
James voice told him to lie still.  He went to speak, but that was stopped
when soft lips covered his mouth.  James lips moved away and Will lay there
with his heart pounding.

"Will!  You liked holding my cock last night didn't you?"

Will's mind raced with how to answer and he was quiet till James' hand
moved from the centre of his chest and started rubbing one of his nipples.

"Yes!"

James hand slid slowly down to Will's stomach, tracing small irregular
patterns as it went, slowed and played with his bellybutton, then lifted
and held Will's boner.  Will gasped at this and then felt several slow but
definite squeezes.

"You did this to me last night Will.  It feels good doesn't it?  Will you
do it again for me?"

"Um!  If you want me to!"

James didn't say anything, but he searched for Will's hand, guided it to
his groin and then let go.  Will could feel the silky smoothness of James
speedos and the soft pressure against his fingers of the bulge inside them.
He pressed and explored, slipped his fingers inside the top of the speedos,
then tugged them down.  The cord was undone and after a few more tugs at
the sides they were at James' knees.  James took them the rest of the way
off then moved back on his knees in reach of Will.  In the darkness Will
touched James' thigh first then worked his way upwards.  He wrapped his
hand around James' half hard cock and felt it change to a full boner.  Will
gave it the squeezes that James had asked for and his nerves about the
situation lessened when James started pushing against his hand.

"God!  Your hand feels so good Will."

Everything changed.  Ken made his way to kneel next to James, who backed
away from Will's hand and took his place.

"My turn James!"

All this in total darkness.  Will's heart sped up again.  What were they
doing?  Ken's hand started on his chest this time and slowly teased its way
down.  It moved to Will's cock but then went further, traced round his
balls, and softly started massaging them.  Will lay there getting more and
more turned on.  He could feel the warmth of Ken's knees pressing against
his side.

"Are you going to pay me back Will?"

Will felt his way up the strong legs till he could feel the bulge in the
speedos.  He tugged again then moved his hand to explore the two tight warm
globes of flesh.

"Hell!  That feels so good Will!"

As soon as Ken said this, there was movement again.  Brett took Ken's
place.  They had it all carefully planned.  The comment that they were
feeling good must be the signal for the next one to take over and as soon
as Will understood this all his nerves dissipated.  The whole three of them
were working together?  This was going to be an interesting night.  Without
waiting this time, Will reached for Brett's speedos.  The cock inside was
hard and ready.  He popped it free, took hold and started the same gentle
squeezing he'd done for James.  Brett sucked in a breath and for a minute
Will could hear him making sounds of enjoyment, then he laughed.

"We're ready to go guys.  He's making my cock feel like it's in heaven."

There were two more laughs at Brett's comment and then Will heard James
voice.

"What to you say to that Will?"

What could Will say?  His fantasies when he was lying in bed last night
looked like they were all going to happen, and he felt good about the
pressure free way James asked too, making him feel like a no was as easy as
a yes.

"Um!  There is a fair bit of stiffness you could work on."

Will wondered what hit him.  For a start he thought six hands must be
trying to get a share of his cock, but they sorted that out and the mayhem
spread.  Someone's hand made a circle with their thumb and forefinger round
his balls and trapped them.  Another hand held his shaft and some fingers
teased the head.  The free hands were roving over his body and someone
started sucking on one of his nipples.

"We're just getting to know you for a while Will, and then I'll go first."

James' voice was close.  First?  What did that mean exactly?  Will didn't
get a chance to ask because his mouth was covered again with lips that he
knew were James.  The sensations flowed in, almost overwhelming.  A finger
in his bellybutton, the tingle in his cock, his balls churning with being
held the new way, the exciting feeling of James' tongue probing in his
mouth and the strange feelings of another mouth sucking on his nipples, it
all built stronger and stronger and felt better and better till after ten
minutes it was too much.  His balls tightened against the hand holding them
.....and straight away it let him go.

"He's ready!"

It was Ken's voice.  Everything stopped.  They all let go and sat up,
leaving Will frustrated and disbelieving.

"What?  No!  No! Don't stop!"

In his need, Will reached for himself but they must have been expecting it
because they grabbed his hands.

"I'm doing it for you Will.  Just a moment."

James moved and Will felt him kneel over his knees.  He took Will's cock in
his hand but before he started working it Will had to hold the other two
cocks, one in each hand.  James set to work purposefully and in a couple of
minutes Will was right back on the edge.

"Come on Will!  Give it to me!"

James stopped moving and now it was Will who was pushing frantically.

"Harder Will!  Go for it!"

Will pressed harder and faster into the tube of James hand, but only for a
few seconds till he went over the edge with a yell and his juice exploded.

"Man!  That's it!  What a blast!"

Will relaxed.  James' hand took over to work him slowly, causing a few
residual clenches of his groin.

"How was that Will?  It's your turn to do me now."

There was a shuffle of places till James was swapped with Will.

"Play with him Will.  We all like to muck around before we go for it.  Kiss
him too.  He's mad on that."

Three voices in the dark urged Will on with suggestions, Brett and Ken
helping to arouse James.  One of them moved behind Will, leant against him
and reached around to hold his now revived boner.

"Keep him going Will!  I'll make you feel good at the same time."

Will kept him going and for the next ten minutes listened to James give a
running commentary on what was happening.  He certainly became a lot more
familiar with those big balls he'd been picturing in his mind last night.
And when he held on James groaned in pleasure.

"God!  Will!  You're hands feel so good!  Don't let go please!"

This meant Will had both hands occupied all the time, one with the tight
ball bag and the other with James' cock.  By now his own boner was alive in
Brett's hand and at the same time the feeling of Brett's warm body and hard
cock pressing against his back was turning him on.  Without warning, James
dragged Will down till they were chest to chest.  This pulled Brett down as
well and for a few moments Will was the meat in the sandwich.  He felt
James' heart pounding, he felt James' juice slippery between them, and he
felt Brett's hand move to hold his boner against James'.  It was amazing,
but it stopped when James said it was Brett's turn.  Quickly Brett took
James' place, Ken took Brett's place, and Will had another ten minutes of
playing, as they called it, before Brett said he was ready.  Will's hand
sped up again till Brett yelled his release.  Immediately he pulled Will
down and once again Will was sandwiched between two strong warm bodies.  It
was so exciting and Will had worked out by now that it was some kind of
pattern or ritual they were following.  After a couple of minutes there was
another swap and the whole process was repeated with Ken.

"Ready to the second round?"

Ready?  For over half an hour Will's boner had been held and steadily
worked, his body had been squeezed and caressed, and he'd given each of the
others an orgasm that sure sounded pretty good.

"You've worked out what's going on haven't you Will?  Whatever Brett
decides to do for you is what you do back for the three of us, and then for
the last round it's Ken's turn to choose what we'll all do."

Will could hardly speak.  He was manoeuvred onto his back again, his balls
held, his cock taken into Brett's warm moist mouth, and the best he could
manage was several ecstatic moans of agreement.  Over an hour later as he
milked the last remnants of James third orgasm, Will was feeling wrecked,
overcome and totally satisfied with the evenings events.  The lights
snapped on and Brett and Ken moved to the bathroom for shower, but when
Will went to get up James held him in place.

"Hold me for a while Will!  That's what I feel like at the moment.  We'll
have a shower together when the others finish."

It was very pleasant, and at the same time very different, being able to
see James' Strong features.

"So?  Are you going to help us out again at next week's competition?"

"Oh!  Sure!  If you still need me."

There was a twinkle in James eye.

"You know you'll have to help us celebrate again if we win don't you?  It's
swimmers rules."

The End.

Author's Note.
Any comments and feedback would be greatly appreciated.
My email address is iarwain7@ains.net.au

Iarwain.