Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2004 02:35:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Padraig o'Brien <genseric2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Triathlete Training - Part Two

Triathlete training - Part Two. By P. Brien. Copyright
by the author.

We sat down to lunch and talked about what we would be
doing for the day. Seamus was keen on taking
photographs for the afternoon, because he had brought
his camera set along. I was somewhat surprised with
the change in interest from the purely physical to
photography. Somehow, my cousin had not struck me as
the photgrapher type.

"Why not ? Actually I'd been into taking photos since
I was a kid. I'm doing pretty professional work
nowadays - sports and action shots mostly. When I'm
not participating in a triathlon, I'm usually there
with my camera and stands. Also helps me to make a
little money on the side to buy equipment and keep my
bike up to date." He sold action shots to the
participants, most of whom he was familiar with as he
sometimes competed with them.

We decided to take the truck out to a vantage point
where we could get a clean view of the lake from a
high bluff, then head on to a technical rock face and
hope for some action shots of people doing their
climbs. It would also give us an opportunity to recce
the rock face for our next climb, which we planned to
do in a few days time.

The road to the vantage point had a lot of scenic
spots, so we stopped along the way to take shots of
the trees and some of the peaks peeking above the
treeline along the way. Seamus was quite happy to
explain the  techniques he was employing and showing
off his camera to me.

"This is a Canon D60 Digital Camera, with 6.29
megapixels and fully compatible with the EOS line of
lenses. I took this along so that I can take endless
shots without worrying about film."

"Well, to me, a camera's fine as long as it plugs into
a computer," I replied, confirming my tech geek status
but not spilling very much into photography as an art.
"You say that you take a lot of sporting event shots
as well ?"

"Yeah. Remember, I only go for sprint triathlon events
for now. Some of the events I shoot areroad races,
Olympic distance tritahlons and there is an Ironman in
Florida every year. I don't do those, but many of the
people who use the sprint events for warmup compete
actively in the longer distances. They seem pretty
fond of me, some of them call me 'Junior' or 'the
Kid', because I have been competing for quite a number
of years now".

The talk moved on from photography to triathlon again.
Seamus explained that it took many years of
competition to build up the capacity to tackle the
longer distances. That was why he was refraining from
going too far for now. He also talked about the sense
of community which existed in the sport.

"Older triathletes always seem pleased to see young
blood coming in. Probably because they know that us
kids aren't going to be a threat for top honors for a
while yet. Also, because we see each other all the
time, it becomes sort of an extended family after some
time."

When we got to the rock face, we saw only one pair of
climbers high up. They were on the descent part of
their climb. Seamus got a chance to take some action
shots while I checked out the condition of this rock
face, mentally making notes for our own climb in the
next few days. Pine Crag was a much higher category
climb, but I was pretty confident about doing it.
Seamus would find this more of a challenge than
today's climb had been, while I had been up once
before.

When the pair of climbers got down, Seamus walked over
to ask them for permission to keep their shots. "Not a
problem. In fact, could we have the shots once you get
back home. You could post it up on a website or send
us an email," said the bigger sized of the two.

"Okay. I'll upload it on my website and you can
download it from there," agreed Seamus, who then wrote
the URL for his site to the guy. We talked a little
and found out that they were brothers from New
Zealand. "My name's Jason, and this is my brother
William," said the bigger guy. After the introductions
were made, however, it became clear that the little
brother was the more extrovert of the two. William was
21 and Jason was seven years older than him. The two
of them were very dark and had an identical geometric
tattoo on their left shoulder, which we could see as
they were both bare bodied. They had large chests.
Jason was wearing long tights while William was
wearing lycra shorts quite similar to what Seamus had
worn earlier.

"We're both part of an adventure racing team,"
explained William. "But I used to do a bit of
triathlon when I was younger." From then on, I knew
he'd hit it off with my cousin, which he did. The
brothers had nicely toned bodies and strong abs, with
sinewy arms and hands. William had hard, smooth
marbled legs, with a lot of scars around the knees and
down the right calves. They had closely cropped hair
and looked very alike, apart from William being
relatively skinnier than his elder brother.

"Right now, we're staying in a little tent by the
river about 20 kilometers from here. Actually, more
like staying outside a tent most nights, unless it
gets too cold or rains. During an adventure race,
tents are often impossible and we have to sleep
anywhere we land our bums on the ground" continued the
more talkative William.

"Why don't you join us for a trip to town ? Seamus and
I can come and pick you up at around 8.30 tonight and
we can have a drink. How about that ?"

"Sounds cool. Big bro, a little indulgence in our stay
here wouldn't hurt our programme, would it ?"

"Nah, we did come here to lay off the serious
training, didn't we ?" Jason chipped in.

So we settled that and agreed to come by again
tonight. Before we had left, Seamus set up his tripod
so the four of us could take a shot together. We waved
to them as they set off on their travel bikes laden
with their climbing gear.

"Friendly brothers, huh ? Looks like I'm not the only
one here for a spot of light training" as Seamus got
in the car.

"This is a beautiful spot. It'd be a waste to behave
like a training maniac here, wouldn't it ?" I
answered.

Seamus went into the house to upload the photos into
his notebook computer, while I checked on the mountain
bikes and the boats. We were going to do some biking
the next day, but a night in the bar was an unexpected
change to our plans. We piled into the truck for the
long drive down to the campsite. Although it would be
getting dark, I had no problems getting around as I
was familiar with the place. We came to their lone
tent pitched above the river bank. It was still early
in the season, so it was no surprise to find them the
only campers at this popular spot.

"Right, here's our ride into town! Big bro, are you
ready ?" William hollered to the tent. He was now
wearing glasses and had a long sleeved sweatshirt on
with jeans.

"Coming, Billy Boy" answered Jason, as he came running
out of the tent. He was also dressed in jeans but with
a polo shirt on. "Sorry about that, guys. My little
brother was taking his time putting on makeup while I
had to stand naked outside the tent"

"You're the one who's going to need makeup after
this!" William retorted, as he threw a punch at his
brother. Jason swiftly sidestepped  his punch and put
a lock around his skinnier brother's neck with his
right arm. William made a mock choking expression as
his brother gave him a noggie on his hair. I couldn't
help but notice that the two of them made a very cute
couple. We squeezed into the cab of the truck and made
off into the darkening trails.

I was looking at William in the rearview mirror and
noting how different he looked now, with glasses and a
shirt on. He had a studious boy look, with light curly
hair, and his skinny frame didn't look as bulky in his
sweats. I asked him, "So you wear glasses for real ?
How come you weren't wearing them this afternoon ?"

"Yeah, I wear glasses when I'm not racing or training.
I wear contacts then, but it gets to be a drag when
you spend close to a week with no chance to shower
during a multiday race"

"There was that one time when his kayak capsized and
he lost his last pair of contacts during a race. Lucky
for him it was the last day of the race but I had to
lead him, blind as a bat, after the kayak part and we
had to trek through a brush jungle to the finish
line."

"Thanks very much for more embarassing highlights of
my life. But he's right, I can hardly see a thing
without these or contacts on."

I found that thought strangely attractive. Here was
this physically impressive young man, but vulnerable
because of his bad eyesight. I also thought that his
brother was mighty sweet to him.

As we got to town, Seamus reminded us that he was
underage. "Gosh, hope I don't get carded".

"You won't, because you look bigger than some guys I
know, and this is in the woods. Everyone needs to
drink up to warm up !" I told him.

Seamus didn't get carded, so we settled for a long
night ahead. We found out more about the two brothers
from New Zealand. Jason had graduated in civil
engineering, but had gone to Queenstown to work in the
resorts there.

"The Adventure Capital of the World. A paradise for
nature lovers, extreme sports enthusiasts and
adventure racers", Jason described his adopted
hometown.

William was more of a sportsperson. He had been in
sailing, which was sort of the national sport in New
Zealand, and especially popular in Auckland, where
they both came from. "Apart from Rugby, which I happen
to suck at." Then, William went on to triathlon, which
was, after sailing and rugby, also a very important
sport in New Zealand. "One of these days, we are going
to be the world superpower in triathlon in all
distances; we already have some great athletes".

At this, Seamus looked like he was going to come in
with guns blazing in favor of American triathletes,
but we moved on to how William decided to join his
brother and get immersed in adventure racing. "Quite a
number of adventure racers start out in triathlon,
because full body skills are required." William had
finished high school and joined his brother down
south, and then formed a youthful team which had gone
on to some serious races around the world.

Most of the talking was done by the younger two
amongst us. Most of it revolved around race
experiences. The night grew old and we were still
drinking up. Then, I noticed that Seamus had started
to grow quiet, unlike his confident talkative self.
"Uh-oh, junior is starting to get drunk", I said. The
other two gave a knowing look, as Jason said, "I guess
we'd better be going back".

William and I carried Seamus' arms around our
shoulders. He was almost deadwieght. We put him in the
back with William while Jason took the front seat.
After a bit of distance, I could see that William was
asleep too. The two boys' head were nodding at each
other's.

"Look at our beautiful angels behind," I said softly
to Jason. He turned around and smiled. We continued
talking softly while the two slept. I knew that Jason
wanted to make sure I kept awake for the drive home.

I found out that the two of them were only siblings,
and had always been close. Jason had taught his
brother the art of sailing when he was younger, and
helped him often in school. William had never liked
class very much, but he was a bright boy with lots of
energy. Triathlon helped keep him focussed, but then
he didn't want to continue his studies after secondary
school. "He was going to join me and that was that",
and it was clear that Jason supported William,
whatever he wanted to do. They decided to form a team
and go adventure racing together, as William had very
good stamina while Jason's experience working around
Queenstown had given him a very good grounding in the
technical and equipqment aspects of the sport.

Soon, we had arrived at the brother's campsite, and
awoken William. They dropped off and I drove off with
my cousin still soundly asleep in the backseat. "Must
be his first night out," I mused, remembering that he
hardly went out at night as he had to keep to a tight
regimen at home.

I had to carry my cousin to bed that night. He was
going to have my lower bunk, as he was still out cold
and may need to rush to the bathroom at night. As I
lay him down, I stared at his muscular body again. I
started to undress him mentally, images of his big
pecs and narrow waist tapering to his smooth pubes
coming to my mind. Then, I thought, this guy does not
enjoy wearing a lot of clothes to sleep. Evidently, I
had to do something about it.

I took off his loafers and put it down on the floor.
Then, I removed his watch. There was a metal bracelet
on his wrist, which I hadn't noticed earlier. It said
"Olmpic Gold in 2008, Ironman in 2014". So, these were
probably  his targets for the next ten years.
Impressive. I thought he seemed driven enough. Then, I
moved on to his shirt. I slowly unbuttoned it as his
chest slowly heaved with his breathing. Once again, I
felt the bigness of his body. I noticed that he was
wearing something underneath his shirt. He seemed to
like wearing clothes for the next day's training to go
to sleep, so that he didn't need to waste time pulling
it on in the morning.

So, he was dressed in a one-piece tri-suit, which was
a singlet and shorts combined, and a zipper in front.
It was a red in color, with gold stripes down the
sides. Emblazoned on his chest were the words "Team
Tri-Energi". This must be his racing team uniform. As
I unzipped and pulled down his khakis, I got a bit of
excitement and my cock started to harden. I would get
to see his package bulging in his padded crotch.

I pulled his pants off completely, and beheld his
boyish body before me. The suit was so tight it
virtually revealed everything. The suit around his abs
were so tight that you could count all the ripples on
it. His nipples protruded slightly underneath the red
lycra. Just looking at him might be intimidating to
his opponents.

I couldn't resist having a more intimate feel of his
hot body. I brushed my hands on his face, with its
delicate features. If you did not look at his body,
you wouldn't think he was this big. But there below
was the highlight of my cousin - his superhero body. I
started to lick under his chin, down his throat to his
collar. Then I gently bit his right nipple. At that,
he stirred a little, but soon settled down. He felt so
hot !

I licked his pecs right down to where his navel was,
under the suit. As I reached his cock, I opened my
mouth and lifted it a little with my teeth. It was
padded, so he wouldn't feel too much. I didn't want to
wake him tonight. I continued to lick and tried to
suck his cock under his uniform. Then I broke off and
went to sniff his armpit. There was a light rosy smell
mized with his body odor, and this made my cock rise a
little further. I went back down to lick the part
where his muscular thighs joins his torso. I licked
both his muscular calves and then took a gentle bite
of his left calf muscles, which were all sinewy and
full of veins. I then returned to his dick, which now
seemed to be straining against the material covering
it. I played around it with my tongue and after a
while there was a bit of precum wetting his crotch.

I had enough of my fun with him tonight and it was
time to go to the bathroom to relieve myself. I
quickly took off my clothes and grabbed my cock,
beating off frantically. Images of Seamus lying on the
floor and jacking off, naked, came back to me. Me
licking Seamus's heroic body. Seamus wetting his
uniform with his precum. Seamus emerging from the
lake, shivering in only his tiny speedos. Seamus
beating off his teammates trying to grab hold of his
champion's speedo. I shot a huge load, and cupped my
hands to get hold of it as it continued to cum. I then
wiped my cum on my own abs and pecs, the way Seamus's
had when he shot it over himself earlier today.


To be continued