Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2005 11:44:22 -0700 From: Dorian Rivers Subject: Swim And Sauna Chapter Two This literary work involves adult situations between boys of high school age. If you may find any aspect of this work offensive, or if it is against any local, territorial or federal laws, read on at your own risk. I will not respond to hate mail regarding the content. Please read further in the disclaimer as to what I would not like to see in my mail. However I am open to praise and constructive criticism, which may be sent to < dorianrivers@hotmail.com >. This is the second installment of a series. I recommend you read the chapters before this to understand the plot. The first chapter is an easy read. There should be no greater than 2 months between submission of chapters, and chapters shall remain brief. Please email me reminding me to complete the next chapter, as I would greatly appreciate that. Once again, I state this is based on a true story, which happened to me not long ago. This is my own life and do not try and tell me any sort of inaccuracies there may be, as there are none. I do not appreciate people telling me they know the truths of my life better than I do. ------------------------------------------------------------- The St. Francis swim team practice was a breeze. It was the first practice, and Ms. Wood, the coach, was helping the less adept swimmers (bless their souls), who were struggling with the first 50m of warm-up. Matt, who naturally dominated the pool, spent his lengths in the fastest lane, humming Classical music (a dirty secret of his, among others), and thinking of the new boy who had intrigued him ever so slightly. The set: 4 x 100 IM on 1:45. A walk, rather, a swim through the park for Matt. So with every twenty or so seconds he had of rest after each 100, he'd slip off his goggles, and watch Ryan swim in behind him. His freestyle strokes were long and smooth. Close to his body. His kicks were slow but powerful, and the water dipped by his lower back, as it does for quicker swimmers. The depression in the water revealed the back of his suit. He wore jet-black jammers (knee-length), and Matt fell into a trance imagining the deep-bronzed skin beneath. Smooth and round, Matt could've licked Ryan from waist to toe, and back, tracing every contour of his well-defined leg muscles. Ryan glided into the wall and pulled his head up from just under the water's surface. The dreamy water flowing off of his strong facial features. Dripping from his black hair, passed his deep dark eyes, passed a bold nose and off his sweet pink lips to his chin. How Matt wanted to feel his lips, to press them against his own as well as every other part of his body. There'd be no shame to it. Matt's body was a kingdom, his limbs and torso long, his skin smooth and his muscles were well kept by a regiment of swimming, jogging and water polo. It would be a crime not to let Ryan appreciate every bit of him, as well for Matt not to enjoy every inch Ryan could give him. Come the end of the fourth 100m, Matt was so entranced by Ryan he deliberately took as much space as he could in the lane and waited for Ryan to come in and touch "the wall". Ryan coasted through the water, and his hand met Matt's stone-like pectoral. Both boys stood still as a deep freeze fell over them both. A twinge of physical connection surged through them both, and Ryan began to run his fingers over Matt's hard breast. The water was cold, but Ryan was able to bring forth a second life out of Matt's body. Ryan lifted his head and shook his head, spraying water everywhere. Matt shivered as his body dropped to another depth of chill. Ryan stared through his goggles into Matt's eyes. They were green, and bright, a sense of holiness and innocence. There was a sense of home that Ryan wanted to fall for, and he leaned in to understand where he. Close enough, that they could feel each other's breath, hot and passionate compared to the cool thought of the water. Ms. Wood blew her whistled and gave the team a 100m cool-down. `Whatever,' thought Matt, `Wuss practice, wuss cool-down.' "Showertime!" yelled Danny. Not that Danny ever did shower at the pool, he was out of there as soon as he could be. He wasn't very big on team spirit, something Matt was sure to change in the season to come. "One second!" called Ms. Wood. She was a tall, blond woman. She herself was very athletic, and served as both a PE teacher and an English teacher at St. Francis. "Practice will be at 4:00 this Friday, and the first swim meet will be on Sunday." "Duh..." Matt whispered to Ryan, who found it funny even though Matt didn't. "We will discuss your events at Friday's practice." Ms. Wood said. The boys gathered up their things and headed to the changeroom. They put their things down on the benches and headed for the showers on the left (A boy's only sauna on the right). There were only three showerheads, so between Matt, Ryan, Danny and Tom, one would go without. Matt, Ryan and Danny quickly jumped beneath the showers and turned on the hot water. "Eh, I'm going home..." Tom announced, indifferently. "Hey don't go," Matt said, "Why don't you just share one with Danny?" "No way, Fag!" Danny shrieked at the mention of it. Danny was afraid of anything that would question his masculinity. Matt thought to himself `It would be hot..." and looked at Ryan who returned his stare and then glanced downwards, towards Matt's black and red patterned Speedo. His bulge was growing under the heat of the showers. Tom caught on to what was happening and decided not to stick around. "Naw, I've got homework to do, seeya!" "Seeya!" called the other boys. It was only seconds later than Danny turned off his shower and headed out to change. "What, leaving so soon?" Matt inquired with that same suggestive tone he dealt with all boys with. He meant to make people uncomfortable, but that was what made him so likable. The fact he could turn to the captain of the football team ask, "You wanna fuck?" and either be greeted with laughter and a shot in the arm, or have himself uptight in the stud after school. "Yeah whatever. You two don't have too much fun now." "Oh, we won't." Matt waited until Danny was far out of sight before he turned to smile at Ryan, who had pulled out a bottle of shampoo. "Hey can I have some?" "Sure..." said Ryan, naturally short of words. He took some shampoo, passed the bottle and began to lather his hair. Matt squeezed out some shampoo and dropped the bottle to the floor and started working it into his hair. Matt closed his eyes and massaged his scalp and let his body release all the tension it would work up in a week. He was a hardcore athlete, and thus was a great personal fan of showering and the release of physical stress it would bring him. He rinsed the shampoo out of his hair and looked over at Ryan. Ryan's hair was filled with soap, and had his hand down his swimsuit, washing. Matt knew this was nothing unusual in the shower and began doing it himself, pulled his hand out, and stretched his suit forward to rinse. However, unlike the usual, Matt was growing one. It was not like Matt to lose his cool and be so physically forward. He looked over at Ryan who was staring down the top of his suit at Matt's raging manhood. "To hell with this," said Matt as he untied his suit and pulled it to his ankles and kicked it off to the corner. Matt's whole-heartedness waved about as he continued to lather himself down, at which Ryan could only let out a small chuckle. `What the hell is this kid's problem?' thought Matt to himself, not so much angered by Ryan's immaturity but confused by why Ryan would laugh out loud. Matt looked over at Ryan with a stink-eye. Ryan had rinsed out his hair and pulled off his suit as well, it was lying in the opposite corner of the showering nook. Ryan certainly was packing it, smooth, full and ready for action. Ryan continued to titter to himself and Matt realized it was only an outlet for his nervousness. Matt figured Ryan hadn't done very much with anyone before. He took it upon himself to raise Ryan's life of sensuality. "What's happening with you?" Matt asked, well aware this libidinous pupil of his was constantly short of words. "Nothing much, you?" Ryan replied in his still monotonous tone, a fake lack of emotion to it. Matt knew the thought of the two of them entirely bare in the showers, seeing each other in all their nakedness had made Ryan increasingly anxious. "Yeah nothing. That practice was a real wank, huh?" Ryan jumped at Matt's exclamation. "Huh, what?" "A real wank!" Ryan jumped again. "Easy set, sure was a waste of my time..." Matt put on his air of too-cool-to-be-here, as it gave him a sort of untouchable feel. It turned the straight guys on. Straight guys don't want a fag on his knees begging for a taste of their sweet salt of the earth. There's craving for intimacy between buddies, sensual exploration through each other's bodies, not the commitment for a limp-wrist on their arm until they get the message across. "Just fuck-buddies." Matt thought Ryan was straight. Not gay, that's for sure. But really, Matt didn't give a damn as long as he could get off on this boy, naked and alone. Matt loved vulnerability. He reached from beneath his own shower and landed his hand upon Ryan's shoulder. Ryan turned his head to Matt but Matt paid no attention. The two watched Matt's fingers walk up Ryan's neck. Ryan let out a shiver and closed his eyes. Matt ran his hand straight up through Ryan's hair, and pulled it away. "Sweet..." Matt exclaimed at the sight of Ryan's hair, standing straight up as he'd left it. Damaged by chlorine, and molded by the work of his own hand. Ryan looked at Matt. He was naked and Matt had already had his way with Ryan's hair. "I'd better get home." "Yeah whatever, see you on Friday." Puzzled, "What's happening Friday?" "Uhh, Practice..." said Matt. "You gunna be there?" Matt stared down at Ryan's standing hardness, swinging as he strided about to turn off his shower and prepared to leave. Ryan stared at Matt, from his grey-green eyes led down his chiseled torso to Matt's `at-attention'. "Totally..." said Ryan. "Sweet." Ryan turned around and dug a small towel from his bag and began drying himself. His body and self softening as the tension subsided. He turned back to Matt, still showering with his back turned. Matt's bottom was so perfect. Bubbles that smoothly flowed into strong, muscled thighs. Ryan peeked between Matt's powerful legs to see... bouncing? Ryan stood beneath the hot water, pleasuring himself. Every stroke he imagined a grind against Ryan's backside. Giving it to him slowly as it was only Ryan's first time. Pounding him in the showers, the smells of steam, shampoo and the tinge of chlorine enhancing the experience. Matt's hands explored his own body and imagined it to be Ryan's. He turned his head and smiled at Ryan. `Perhaps this'll get him ready for Friday.' Thought Matt as he proceeded to pump himself. Ryan watched from behind. Matt's right arm working hard. His left caressing every inch of his own young body. Matt's pace quickened. His arms pulled and pumped, groped and felt harder and harder until... Matt held his breath. The tension, the vivification of this boy watching him and every fleshy movement all worked up as he felt himself building inside. He released and the let out a deep breath as his pleasure fell to the tiled floor of the shower. He softened and relaxed as he washed himself of the deed and turned off the shower and walked toward the changing area, towards Ryan. He stopped briefly to look at himself in the mirror, a posthumous glow to his face, a smile spread wide across. "Man, those showers are hot." Said Matt. "Oh yeah..." said Ryan thoughtlessly. He had a lot to think about for Friday, and a lot he could feel with those thoughts. Ryan toweled off and pulled on his boxers. He gave a final look to Matt, who was still entirely bare and shuffling through his own bag. Ryan pulled on his jeans and T-shirt, sandals and ran out the door. "Seeya!" he called. "Seeya!" said Matt. Matt knew he'd made an impact on this boy. There was a lot he planned to get done this season, running scenario after scenario through his head as he pulled his boxers up over his slim calves, strong thighs, active manhood and snapped to his fine waist. Ryan had stumbled onto Matt's home turf, the locker room. And he will get out in one piece, after being split in two a few times over. ------------------------------------------------------------- There was chapter two. If you are a fan, which I know there are, feel free to email me again about this chapter. I love fan mail! You know it. Didn't enjoy it? Email me anyway! What do you want to see happen next? < dorianrivers@hotmail.com >