Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2001 21:06:23 -0800 (PST) From: gaycyberguy Subject: The Guys on the Swim Team Part III THE GUYS ON THE SWIM TEAM PART III Note: The following story is a complete work of fiction. No actual people are depicted in this story. Ethan pulled down the box. It was quite heavy, despite its small size. "Open it," Davidson urged again. Ethan flipped open the latch and pulled the box open. He gasped. Inside, folded perfectly, was a pale blue speedo with VISALIA lettered on the front and back, perfectly positioned above where his penis would sit and where his ass would be centered, a dark green swim cap with VISALIA lettered in white letters along the side, and a pair of navy warm-ups. Ethan stared at it for a long time. "I take it you like it. And it is designed to fit you perfectly. Try it on. Take this gym bag (Davidson pulled one out of the box) and put your stuff in it. I'll cover Aaron so he can show you how everything goes on. We have special procedures for fitting, and Aaron is the only one here who knows all about it. Come on, let's go." After 5 minutes of walking, they reached Davidson's office again. Ethan, walking fast, was the first to reach the door, and, feeling more confident, wiped his card. However, the light turned red, and Athena's voice came over the speaker built in. "Access to this room is denied." Davidson reached over and wiped his card. "You were only authorized for one visit, Ethan. Any time you want to see me, you need to check in with Aaron unless I send a memo to you directly. Now, we need to register your equipment. I have some work to do, so you need to go and try on the clothes. Put on the warm-ups so you aren't 99% naked when you come out," he laughed. "Now go try it on. I'll call Aaron." Ethan still couldn't believe what was happening to him. Here he was, on the team, with a precision suit. Nothing was this nice in Seattle! He walked to the offices door and wiped his card. The door unlocked and Ethan pulled it open. Aaron walked out from behind the desk. "Davidson called and said I was to show you about your suit. So let's go." Ethan wiped his card and opened the smoked glass door. The smell of chlorine hit him with the first inhalation. He walked into the steamy room with Aaron close behind. "Now, I can't look out of place here, so I need to take these off..." and Aaron eased off his khaki shorts, revealing a forest green speedo, non-lettered. Ethan had never seen such a huge bulge. Aaron noticed. "It's about 6 inches when it's not erect. Great for fucking!" he laughed. Ethan chuckled nervously. "All right Ethan, no more fooling around. My orders are to get you ready for practice in three days, and that's what we are going to do. So, take off your clothes. And don't worry, I've taken care of guys younger than you, so don't be embarrassed about your size." Despite Aaron's assurances, and the fact that the locker room was empty, Ethan started to hyperventilate. "Ok, ok...you need some assurances? I'll make sure we are alone." And at that moment, Ethan got another glimpse of this massive technology sector. "Athena, this is Aaron. Please lock the male locker room and turn off the cameras." "Yes, Aaron." "Now, the doors are locked, and Davidson isn't watching. Go ahead and take off your clothes." Ethan gulped and began to undo his belt. In reality, Davidson was watching. And all of the monitors were focused on Ethan. He watched him drop his belt to the ground, take off his shirt, and drop his pants and underwear until he was completely naked. "Athena, make one picture." The monitors blinked and Davidson was looking right at Ethan's perfect, naked jock body. He sighed, pressed a button, and said... "We have a good one here. Get him ready and bring him to me." Davidson's voice sounded in the earpiece inside Aaron's ear. Aaron cleared his throat and coughed to indicate he understood. Meanwhile, Ethan was standing, naked, in front of him. 'OK Ethan, take out your speedo." Ethan did so. "Now, my Speedo is the same style as yours, so I am going to show you how to put it on." Aaron took off his speedo and stood in front of Ethan. "OK, you see this little nylon flap in the front? This is the shield...this is what keeps you from showing off an exact picture of your cock to the group. You need to make sure it is up when you swim. When you aren't swimming, you need to leave it down, because then it will protect against staining from sweat. That's if you are wearing it as underwear." So, put the speedo around your legs, and bring it up. Now, align the shield in front. OK, now, pull out the tiny nylon pocket sewn into the shield. Rest your testicles on that." Everything else was basic. He fit the cap, put on the warm-ups, and left the locker room. He felt so mature in this equipment. He hastily shoved his boxers and clothes into the bag and walked back to Davidson's office. Back in the office, Davidson was impressed. "You look great," he exclaimed. "Let's register your equipment." He walked over to the SWIManagement Computer and logged on. He entered the data and logged out. "Well, you are all ready to go. Meet here tomorrow at noon. Bring your suit and warm-ups in a bag, you are not allowed to wear it before practice." Ethan nodded. It was going to be a good day tomorrow. =============== 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.