Date: Wed, 04 May 2022 06:20:47 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Swim Team Mascot - Ch 1 Swim Team Mascot - Chapter 1 by Underjug & TheRealCOG T/b, con ********** IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, SUPPORT NIFTY! HELP THE SITE TO REACH THEIR GOAL THIS MONTH! Support Nifty in any way you can so we don't lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: http://donate.nifty.org/ Thanks to all who email with nice things to say. We also post our stories at the AlltheFallen and 3DBoys sites. ********** Jasper King was more excited than any of the other boys at the college campus pool. One lucky third grader in the class would be chosen as part of a community outreach program to learn how to be a better swimmer. All of the students had been eager to be the trainee - that is, until they'd found out the lessons would be taught by a gay swim team. Jasper was unfazed by the news. Being raised by two moms, he didn't giggle and laugh about how gross it would be to hang around "girly-boys." All the mockery ended, however, when the nine swimmers from the team showed up to conduct the tryouts. A collective gasp rose from the preteens. These college guys were strikingly ripped and tough. You did not want to mess with them, one classmate said, and he was a troublemaker who was scared of no one. This was Jasper's first time in a real swimming pool. His one mom who managed a farmer's market stand was so deathly afraid of her son getting anywhere near deep water that he was confined to inflatable kiddie pools. And it was Jasper's first time in a Speedo. The thin, tight, hip-hugging strip of material was a little uncomfortable and embarrassing. But everyone in his class wore one and Jasper didn't want to be left out. The youngster felt even better seeing the college guys in Speedos. In fact, he sometimes couldn't tear his eyes away from their nylon briefs. All the boys were passed around from swim guy to swim guy to learn how to hold their breath underwater, float on top of the waves, and paddle both arms and legs. It was so much fun that Jasper forgot about being nervous around the pool. Time passed quickly - the eight-year-old was surprised when one swim guy blew his whistle announcing the end of the tryouts. During the break the team went off to make their selection. All of the boys lined up at the water fountain or pulled out snacks, but Jasper was watching the swimmers head off to the change room. Part of him knew he should remain with the others, but curiosity won out and he followed the team at a safe distance. Jasper reached the door of the adjoining room and debated whether or not to enter. Temptation tugged at him to see what was going on. These college guys were fun to hang out with - there was a warmth and friendliness that appealed to Jasper. They didn't make you feel stupid or different, unlike boys his own age. So the gradeschooler made the firm decision to march in and beg the swimmers to choose him as the trainee. Well, it wasn't so much a march - more like a slow tiptoe past the lockers. Jasper was certain the older teens must be exercising. Pants and grunts echoed from the communal shower. The tyke wondered if he might learn what kind of routines the swimmers did to get those toned muscles that were so appealing and impressive. Peeking around the corner, Jasper saw something that didn't make a whole lot of sense. All nine college guys stood in a circle... Speedos hiked down... and hands yanking on their wieners! It was the scariest and thrillingest sight the eight-year-old had ever seen! Jasper's brain was telling him this was private grownup stuff. But the boy stood transfixed by the rapid thrusts of nine fists on poles almost as big and long as his forearm! Not until one swimmer looked up and stopped his exercise did Jasper realize he was in trouble... and needed to get the heck out of there. Ross Wojaczek had been noticing Jasper all through the tryouts. The 17-year-old Polish- American with wavy dark blond curls had done a tarot card reading earlier that had told him a redheaded boy would bring fortune to his life. Because of how badly the team was doing lately, Ross needed all the extra luck he could get. "Ooops," Ross said, yanking up his Speedo. "We had a visitor, guys." Dakari asked, trying to fit his erection back into his swimsuit, "What? Who? Coach?" "Nah, one of the kids," Ross replied. Kyle complained, while also trying to get his suit up, "I told you this was a bad idea." "Yeah, but the JSU team is gonna be here right after these tryouts," Ross argued. "We had to do the circle jerk if we have any hope of beating them!" Henry grumbled, "We'll have to jerk off extra hard for us to get the win." "Look, guys, I'll handle this, ok?" Ross assured his teammates. "Just finish the circle jerk. Be back in a few." The other swimmers considered Ross' superstitions weird and probably just a way to get them naked, but with enough wins after following his advice they weren't ready to ignore these rituals out of hand. Ross embarked on a search. He had to find that kid... A quick glance outside the door yielded nothing, so he started looking in the bathrooms. Jasper stood in a stall, shivering, arms folded. At first the boy had planned to tear out of the change room. But at the door he'd remembered the number one rule about no running on the pool deck. Which meant walking would've been his only option to join his classmates. By that time the team would have gotten a glimpse of who'd snuck in and witnessed the wiener naughtiness. Quick thinking had led Jasper to hide out in the bathroom in the hopes that the swimmers would return to the pool and he could creep out afterward and blend in so that no one was the wiser. But Jasper's heart froze at the approach of someone - followed by two adult feet stopping right in front of the stall door. "Hey, dudeling, you in there?" a deep voice inquired. Jasper realized there was no getting out of this now. "U-Um, y-ya." "Let me in, we just need to talk." The boy's face dropped with the knowledge his chances of receiving swim lessons with the team were ruined. "'Kay." He unlocked the door. Ross slipped in and shut the door behind him. He gave the kid a big friendly smile. The teen's Speedo was still filled out amply by his plump dick. But he didn't try to cover it up, because that cat was out of the bag, so to speak. "You ok?" the dark blond swimmer asked. "Huh?" the trembling third-grader replied. "You tore outta there like a bat out of hell. Just making sure you didn't trip and hurt yourself." Looking everywhere but up, the little redhead gave a tiny shrug. "I-I'm fine..." "Ok, good. Now, my name is Ross. How about you?" "Me?" the boy squeaked. "Um... J-Jasper." "Cool name," the swimmer said. "So, uh, Jasper, I guess seeing us jerking off freaked you out. Uh, look, we're out, got nothing to hide and so there's nothing wrong with what we were doing... But if your teacher gets wind of what you saw, um, it could make some trouble for us, so... Can I get you to maybe pretend you didn't see anything, Jasper?" "I-I wasn't g-gonna say nothing, I promise," the youngster pleaded. "But why were y-you doing that... to your w-wieners?" Jasper's eyes were drawn to the balloon-sized bulk in the college swimmer's Speedo. He could just hear his mom - well, one of them anyway - scolding him about how rude it was to stare. But it was impossible not to, since the bulge was practically near the kid's face. "We were performing our good luck ritual," answered Ross. "Oh. U-Um... I see.... So, um, does this mean I... I won't get picked for your swimming program?" lamented Jasper. "I just need to know you can keep this a secret." "Promise. Really, really, I promise." "Thanks a bunch," Ross smiled as he rubbed the gradeschooler's bottlebrush hair. What a relief it was for Jasper! He was about to step out of the stall, when Ross closed the door again. The preteen asked, "S-Something wrong?" "Uh... You can't go out like that, little man." Baffled, Jasper followed the swimmer's gaze down to his own Speedo. The fabric was poking out in the front and the boy realized his wiener hurt a little from the pressure. "I guess you liked the show," Ross said with a twinkle in his eye. "Wh-What...? I... Um..." "It's ok, Jasper. Perfectly normal reaction to seeing a bunch of hot dudes stroking their dicks." Ross grinned wider as the kid's cheeks flamed red in a completely adorable way. "I tell you what. Since you're being cool and not ratting us out, how about I do you a favor?" "F-Favor?" Jasper warbled. "Yeah. I'll help you take care of that pocket rocket of yours, which'll show you why we were all beating our meat. That way you get your question answered about our good luck ritual and you can go outside without poking anyone's eye out." Ross felt quite smug about his solution. The boy, though, looked far less certain. Which was probably because he hadn't read the cards like Ross had, so he didn't know they were somehow linked. "Oh, and you don't have to worry," the teenager added. "You've totally got the spot as our trainee." Jasper didn't know what made him more excited - the two thick fingers tugging on his wiener or the news he was the one chosen! But suddenly Jasper's mind had to backtrack... WAIT! Had Ross stretched out the waistband of the tyke's Speedo, reached into the gap and taken hold of the teeny hard nail?! "Oooohhhh, booooyyyyyy," Jasper sighed with a look of shock and pleasure. Ross said coolly, "Feels pretty good, don't it." "Th-Thank you for..." "Sh, you can thank me later for the jackoff." "I-I m-meant for p-picking me." "We gotta make this fast, sweetie." "Ooommmmmmmm..." Jasper went googly-eyed as the two fingers whipped back and forth similarly to how the fists had been tugging on the swimmers' huge wieners. What he felt between his legs was supreme! While stroking the little pixie stick, Ross smiled at the cute facial expressions and noises from the kid. These were the moments that proved to the swimmer why it was important to follow signs. Jasper and he were meant to connect. It was clear now. "Yeah, Jasper, just relax and let it happen." "Nnnn.... Mmmm.... Ohhh..." The boy's eyes glazed over as the pleasure overtook him. Ross smiled and kept stroking, sensing the tremors building up within the skinny bod. "Kkkkkkrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmm..." A wondrous glow spread through Jasper's wiener - like magic forming in a Harry Potter wand - and suddenly the tip was casting a spell! "Ohhh! Ohhh!" The boy's mouth was swiftly but gently muffled by Ross' other hand. "Mmmfff..." The spell was cast a couple more times from the wiener tip with forceful pulses! And then... it was like the wand between his legs was now empty of magic. Ross lowered his hand. And Jasper had questions. "Wh-What...?" "I made it so you could go back out there and not embarrass yourself." Jasper barely heard the words as his wiener was tucked back into his swimsuit and the drawstring was tied up again. With dazed eyes he saw the poked-out front returning to a normal-sized pouch. The preteen was patted on the rump and sent on his way. With the circle jerk completed, Ross had correctly guessed none of the guys would care what boy got picked. So he put Jasper's name forward, everyone agreed to the selection and that was that. The swimmer went out and let the students know, smiling at the look on the little redhead's face. Then it was time to get ready for their meet. As the team filed out of the locker room, Ross was surprised to see the kid seated in the stands. The teenager gave the trainee a smile and a wave. It was so cute that they had their own little mascot. How lucky was Jasper! Out of everyone in the class he was the boy who would be hanging out with these amazing college swimmers! It seemed Ross was the most impressive of all. During the tryouts Jasper had watched him show some boys how to dive. The dark blond guy was pretty good at it - but here at the competition he sliced through the water like a dolphin. Even the other swimmers on the team seemed in awe of Ross - there was plenty of animated talk and pats on the back. Jasper blushed when Ross gazed up at the stands with a huge grin on his face. Working up the courage, the boy offered a timid thumbs up. He received a cocky wink which made his cheeks even redder. Ross felt weirdly fidgety, like there was an electrical current running through his body. He didn't know what it was, but the time he just got in the 50 meter was the best he'd ever managed. Of course, there was only one logical explanation... JASPER! The cards had told Ross to watch for a redheaded boy who would bring him luck. The swimmer had his encounter with the kid and now he was acing it. Dakari Hall, the most fiercely competitive member of the team, pulled Ross aside after the round of congratulations. "Dude, that was freaking amazing," the tall, 19-year-old African-American gushed. "What did you do? Try some new energy drink or what?" "No... nothing like that." "Then what?" Dak pressed. "Look, that kid who's now our trainee? The redhead?" There was a nod from Dak. "I gave him a handjob in the bathroom. I think he's got a special energy. Like how if you rub a Buddha's belly." Dak gave him a skeptical look. "You're bullshitting." "Nope. You don't have to believe me. But I swear, there's something special about that kid. I can tell you right now, I'm gonna stroke his little pecker before our next meet." Dak frowned, but his gaze went to the stands and the bright-eyed boy watching the meet. The older teen was about the least superstitious person you could find, but he'd be damned if Ross wasn't right a lot of the time. That was why Dak did the rituals and followed the rules - because he liked to win and didn't really care if it meant having circle jerks or blowing his teammates on the second Tuesday of the month (as long as it wasn't a New Moon). Whatever it took, Dak did it. Jasper caught one of the swimmers waving urgently from the pool deck. The youngster pointed to himself and mouthed "me?" After being summoned, he bounded down from the stands and met the African-American team member. "Heya... Jasper, right?" A shy nod was all the eight-year-old could muster while gazing upward at the imposing swimmer. "I'm Dakari, but you can call me Dak. I showed you how to float, remember?" Another nod. "Wanna join me for a sec?" Jasper followed the young man like a gosling. All the while admiring the brownish-black skin, short dark hair, and stretched body. As soon as the pair entered the change room, Dak did a quick sweep and was satisfied the place was empty. "I hear you're a good luck charm." "Huh?" "Ross jacked your cock and-" "My what?" "Uh, yourrrr..." Dak wagged his finger at the tiny Speedo, which Jasper noticed was back to being pointy. "Oh, my wiener. It's poking out again." "Yeah, I, uh... can take care of that for you." Dak gave it a full three-count for Jasper's shock to wear off, then he stepped closer and undid the drawstrings on the kid's Speedo. The competitive swimmer really hoped this would work because he needed to knock it out of the park today. With a reassuring smile, Dak reached into the minuscule swimsuit and began to stroke the hairless twig. "OoooOOoooo..." The African-American teen had to admit Jasper was pretty cute, for a pipsqueak. And he'd seen the gradeschooler in the tryouts pushing harder than any of the other students. There was a champion spirit within young Jasper that Dak could fully appreciate. In life, you were either a winner or a quitter. "Mmmmmmm..." sighed the rail-thin redhead. "It f-feels supreme." Dak smirked at Jasper's innocent enthusiasm. Older boys always had to pretend they were way too cool and over everything. It was sweet how open the kid was about his excitement. Eyes closed, Jasper got lost in the swirling magic around his crotch. His moms had taken him to all kinds of Pride events, so it wasn't like he was completely na‹ve to the connection between gayness and doing naughty stuff with wieners and bums. What EXACTLY boys did together had remained a mystery. Jasper himself had only got as far as flashing privates during sleepovers. A few of those other wieners had been pointy like his, but cowardliness had kept his playmates from exploring any further. Jasper understood what the fuss was all about now that he knew what to expect! In this second round he realized he loved having a boy - especially a much bigger one - playing with his stiff little wand. Which was about to cast another spell! "That's it, cum for me, munchkin." "Mmmhhhhmmm, where?" The tugging of Dak's two fingers picked up speed. "Nah, I mean get to that real good feeling." "Yeeaahhhmmmmkay..." Jasper's legs went rubbery. The wand got supercharged and cast its spell over and over again! "Aaaaaaatta boy. You did it. Up high!" With a half-lidded gaze, Jasper saw Dak raise his massive hand, which was obediently slapped by the tyke's much smaller one. Soon Jasper found himself back in the stands watching the swim match, his noodle securely limp in his Speedo. He cheered with the rest of the onlookers as Dak torpedoed through the pool lane. The whole team - including Jasper - celebrated when it was announced the cool African- American swimmer had come in first!