Date: Thu, 12 May 2022 20:49:21 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Swim Team Mascot - Ch 2 Swim Team Mascot - Chapter 2 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. ********** Axel Hansen swam alongside little Jasper, matching the trainee's pace while demonstrating proper technique for the butterfly stroke. The towering 18-year-old Danish-American, with blond hair styled back and sides buzzed, was suitably impressed by how Jasper had proven a hard worker and a quick study. But the teen swimmer couldn't get it out of his head what Ross and Dak had mentioned about the kid being some sort of good luck charm. Axel had gone along with Ross' rituals to improve their performance, and some of those superstitions seemed to work. Giving underage handjobs, however, was a bit out there. Both buddies on the gay swim team had said the youngster was totally happy with what had happened, so that was fine. Axel hadn't known for certain he himself was queer at Jasper's age despite his desperate hope he would be. So it wasn't too strange to imagine the gay boy enjoyed some attention from hot older dudes. But could being sexual with Jasper really improve performance? Ross and Dak had killed it in the last meet... Something had to have changed... "Awesome work, little dude," said Axel. "You're getting the motions down perfect! High five!" Palms were slapped as Jasper said with grin, "Thanks!" The college student smirked at the gradeschooler. "So, uh, we have another meet today. Uh... The other guys, Ross and Dak, said you helped them out and I was thinking maybe you could help me..." "Huh?" Jasper blinked in confusion. "I mean, sure, I'll help any way I can." Before he could talk himself out of it, Axel swooped in and started kissing the boy lovingly. To any stranger it would look like the Danish swimmer was giving a demonstration on mouth-to- mouth resuscitation. Axel wasn't quite ready to grope an eight-year-old, but perhaps making out would give him something like half-credit. The kiss startled Jasper at first, but it didn't take long for him to respond. Being intimate with a big boy made his heart go all gooey. Since only the swim team was in the pool, Jasper didn't need to feel self-conscious about locking lips with Axel. Their eyes met and smiles tugged at the corners of their mouths. To Jasper what made Axel extra cool was the fact he was raised by two dads, meaning both of them had same-sex parents. Except Axel was adopted and Jasper's one parent was his biological mom. "You're a good kisser, Jasper." The tyke blushed. "Uh-uh, I'm not, I just learned it." "No, you're a natural." The pair continued the lesson until Henry Strand swam up. He was also 18 years old but his blond hair had a beach bum's messiness. "Hey," interjected Henry, "my turn to teach you the backstroke." As Jasper followed the instructions of the other teammate, he understood it was a totally different experience. Henry enjoyed teasing and a little tickling. The dude was much less serious than the other swimmers. Be that as it may, Henry possessed a quality that made him a good leader. Even Jasper found himself wanting to do exactly what the guy said. Henry led Jasper through a couple laps, offering tips and pointers but mainly watching what the kid could do. Growing up near the ocean made the surfer trust water. And as weird as it sounded to people, Henry knew the water would tell you what stroke you should focus on. The kid had done great with the butterfly, but according to Henry he was nailing the backstroke. Jasper had plenty of raw talent. Henry said, "So... how'd you like making out with Axel? Pretty good, huh?" The boy got all flustered. "Um, y-yeah..." "C'mon, let's take a break," Henry suggested amiably and led the cutie into the change room. Jasper fidgeted as the handsome teen brought him to a secluded corner. "Um..." "Don't worry, little man, just figured you might like some relief after Axel's makeout sesh." Jasper blushed as Henry stepped forward and groped him through his Speedo, smiling at the boy's little gasp of surprise. Another magic show was in the works for Jasper with the familiar pinch of fingers on his privates. "MmmmmhhhhhMMMM..." "I'm beginning to think you play for our team..." Jasper saw the young man wiggle his eyebrows. "Y-You want me to swim in y-your meets?" A chuckle came from Henry. "No, little man..." The two of them touched lips. Jasper was a little more used to the kissing and Henry being a natural leader got the two of them into a rhythm. The callused fingers played some more with the tent in the preteen's swimsuit. "I meant I think you might be gay like us." "I-I am?" The boy bit his lip as the dude untied the drawstring and reached into the gap to start jerking his firm wiener. At the same time, the teen's mouth returned to the boy's. "Mmmmmmmmppphhhhhh..." "You kiss good," Henry said. "Nnnnn..." "Is this ok? What we're doing?" "Oooo... Yeah..." With a smirk, Henry went back to locking lips with the kid. It was strange, doing it with someone so young, but also sort of hot. He liked helping to show the youngster the ropes. The swimmer thought it adorable as little Jasper clung tightly and trembled, the sensations building toward his climax. "Go, go, go, Henry!" shouted Jasper along with the crowd in the stands. The memory of "making out" and the "jackoff" (as they were called) had left him with a permanent grin. His wiener was curled up in his Speedo. It had got excited and done its magic and was now all tuckered out. The team patted Henry on the back. Jasper giggled as the surfer dude shared a thumbs up. Even Axel seemed to have swum well, though not as impressively since the team didn't respond with as much excitement. But the tall Danish blond had winked at Jasper so at least he was happy. The boy had jumped to his feet several times to cheer on the swimmers, delighting the adults seated around him, especially when he bragged about having been chosen as the trainee of the team. Now Jasper noticed the guys chattering and comparing scores on the pool deck. The one swimmer with the Russian-sounding name kept throwing glances at the stands. Though 18 he was the shortest teammate and had a mop of raven hair. It was his turn to compete and, despite a valiant attempt, he emerged from the pool cursing and blaming himself. After exchanging a few words with Ross, the Russian swimmer rose from the bench and beckoned Jasper to join him in the change room. "What's up?" Jasper asked as they ventured toward the shower. The swimmer fidgeted. "Uh, the other guys say you've got some major mojo going on." The third-grader blinked up at him with clueless innocence. "Huh?" "They've been getting you off and you've been making them better swimmers." "Getting me off what?" The teen chuckled. "They've been playing with your willy...?" "Oh! Yeah..." Jasper blushed and smiled. "Mind if I do it?" "Um... I, uh, guess not..." Pavel nodded and quickly removed the boy's Speedo. He was an expert at this sort of thing and preferred his partners to be naked. The other guys were always taller and their dicks plumper, but he could work with what was available. Jasper stammered, "Wh-What did you mean about the other guys swimming bet - oh my gosh!" Pavel smirked at the kid's reaction. Well, it was to be expected. Ross did say their trainee had gotten some handies. But Pavel wasn't taking any chances. He was sucking the good luck right from the tap. "Whwhwhwhwhwhwhaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii..." gasped Jasper with unintelligible consonants and vowels. Not only had the eight-year-old never been fully naked around another boy but he'd also never put his wiener in the mouth of another boy! His hard spike swam along the currents of the Russian guy's suction and it was the most intense and pleasant ride of his young life. Gradually Jasper understood the good feelings came from the soft folding and unfolding of the thick, wet tongue against his wiener. It was necessary to hold onto the teenager's head for support. "Mmmmmwwwwhoooooaaaaaaaa..." Jasper still tried to express himself with words - but there were none. He'd thought the jackoff was supreme, but this... what the Russian guy was doing... THIS was supreme. Pavel had been blowing dicks for years. His techniques were usually described as "legendary," so he had no trouble at all sending the preadolescent straight to heaven with his skillful sucking and licking. The youthful cries and panting moans got Pavel really hard in his suit. But the swimmer wasn't shy about that. He sort of liked it, even. "Mmmmmm!!! Gahhh!" Pavel played Jasper like a fiddle, bringing him to the heights of pleasure. It was so hot when the kid squealed out his dry orgasm that the teen nearly came himself. Smiling, Pavel handed the boy his suit. "Thanks, little dude." "Th-Thank YOU, um..." "Didn't I introduce myself? I'm Pavel." Teetering on unsteady legs, Jasper tried to get dressed. He accepted Pavel's offer to assist. "A- And thanks for helping me with this, too." The tyke caught sight of his wiener glistening with the teen's spit as it was tucked away. "Ok, bruh, you go on, I gotta take care of something and I'll be right out." Jasper almost went bug eyed at the eel-sized bulge in Pavel's Speedo but then he remembered just how big the swimmers' wieners were when he'd walked in on them jacking off in the shower. "Go on now, kiddo, hope you enjoyed the service." Pavel winked, which made Jasper flush. But the boy did as he was told despite his curiosity to stay and watch. Back in the stands, the youngster was delighted to see Pavel finish his next race and climb out of the pool with a huge grin! The meet was a turning point for the team when Axel, Henry and Pavel had pleasured their little good luck charm. Of course, Ross and Dak had taken their turn and, as a result, they'd come away with top scores. That had led three other swimmers to give in. Though not quite convinced the kid's "energy" was the answer, they weren't willing to risk Ross being wrong. Miles O'Rourke was the first of the new converts. The 17-year-old Irish-American with short striking auburn hair felt an affinity for Jasper, being they were the only redheads. He'd heard that Henry had both kissed and pulled the pud of the kid, and the surfer dude's improvement was a shade better than kissing-only Axel and pud-pulling-only Ross and Dak. So naturally Miles did both! Next was Mason Wright, 19 years old, mixed-Maori. The Australian thought it was wrong to be sexual with a preteen. But he couldn't deny that Jasper was a cutie and if the boy was enjoying himself, what was the harm in enhancing his own athletic performance? Mason figured out that Pavel was most improved even if he wasn't the fastest on the team. The secret was revealed about the Russo-American having blown the kid. To augment his chances, Mason kissed, masturbated, and fellated Jasper and consequently during practice his technique and lap times were noticeably better! The last of the three was Kyle Sahin, an 18-year-old of Turkish descent. He was a naysayer from the beginning who usually discounted anything to do with superstitions, despite his on-again/off- again relationship with Ross; and even though most of his semi-boyfriend's weird rituals did bring the team luck, Kyle had to point out times when all the hocus-pocus mumbo-jumbo had yielded squat. But with the evidence of Mason's startling performance staring him in the face, Kyle had taken Jasper aside for the full kiss-jerk-suck treatment. The brown-skinned competitor couldn't believe it when he himself ended up swimming like a guided missile! ~~~~~~~~~ The team stood around awkwardly in the change room, looking at each other with dubious expressions. Well, everyone except Ross, who understood and accepted this was how life worked. There were currents of energy in the world and if you went against them, you lost, but if you flowed with them, you won. Ross warned his teammates, "Jasper's gonna be here any minute, so we gotta decide. Are we all agreed?" "Yeah, let's talk to him," Henry finally said and the rest nodded - even Juan, who was the sole holdout yet to tap into the kid's karmic talents. "He's here!" Pavel announced just as Jasper walked in. The eight-year-old boy froze at the door, still shouldering his packsack that held his gear. All nine swimmers were gathered together at the lockers - each one glued to Jasper. "Ummmmm... hi," said the tyke unsteadily. Henry beckoned with a grin. "It's ok, Jasper, come on in." This was the first time the boy had seen the entire team standing near-bare in their Speedos. It was a forest of tree-trunk legs with powerful quads and calves, all completely smooth. Jasper had learned that competitive swimmers shaved their bodies to help cut down on lag when traversing the water. Which explained why (when the boy had walked in on the wiener tugging in the shower) he'd noticed even their crotches were bare. With an affectionate smile, Ross came over and put his arm around the kid's narrow shoulders. "Need to talk to you a sec." "Am I in trouble?" the boy asked. "Nah, not at all," Ross assured him. Henry said, "Mostly we wanted to thank you." Jasper's eyes pinballed around, looking at each of the swimmers. "Thank me? For what?" "Well, the team was in a bit of a rough patch," Kyle explained. "We weren't doing well in our meets." "And then we all started messing around with you," Mason said. "You know, touching you and stuff." "And then we started swimming better," Ross went on. "You've got some super special energy, kiddo. Best I've ever run across. And, well, we wanted to make sure you were ok sharing it with us." Jasper ventured, "Um... Yeah, it... it's fun." Truth be told, the boy had been concerned the swimmers might've decided he wasn't working out as a trainee. Relief flooded his body with the knowledge the team wanted him to remain. Then another thought crept into his mind... Jasper hadn't exactly told his two moms he'd been picked to learn how to swim. In fact, he hadn't even mentioned his class would be taking a trip to the pool. His mom who ran the market stand would've put her foot down. No amount of persuading could ever influence her decision. So Jasper worried the team had found out he was being sneaky and might regretfully explain they couldn't go against his parents' wishes. But nope! Naughtiness! It was all about the gay stuff the swimmers had been doing with Jasper. Another wave of relief washed over the youngster knowing they would continue with the naughtiness. Henry asked, "Are you sure it's fun for you?" "It's supreme!" smiled Jasper while setting his packsack on a bench and starting to strip. The swimmers all breathed a sigh of relief. Which was followed by the usual locker hijinks of grab-ass and dick-pokes. This time, though, they dragged Jasper into their silly play. To make things easier on the boy, the nine swimmers decided to split into teams for his new chore. So before practice, Mason, Pavel and Miles all gathered around the boy and teased and tickled until little Jasper was quivering with sexual excitement. Then Axel finished him off with a quick and dirty blowjob. After practice, Ross, Henry, Kyle and Dak had their turn. They took Jasper to the heights of pleasure. But before the kid was about to come, the easygoing Kyle beckoned Juan over. "See? He likes it... Trust me." Jasper gazed up at Juan Cortez. The 18-year-old with short dark hair stood as tall as Axel and enjoyed spending time with Henry. It was strange for Jasper to see a bigger boy look so uncertain. "I still don't know about this," Juan murmured. "It doesn't seem right." A couple times at the pool the Latino teen had passed by and mussed Jasper's hair. But it was more like a friendly big brother and each time he'd asked how the youngster was getting along. Jasper appreciated the concern for his welfare, so here in the change room he decided to repay the kindness. "I actually really like it. Just to let you know, I'm pretty sure I'm also gay." The boy saw the surprised look on Juan's face. "Are... You can't... know what sex you like." "Well..." Jasper giggled. "I like this sex." That got a laugh out of the team as they urged Juan on. Jasper remarked, "They say I'm like a good luck charm. Don'tcha wanna swim better like everyone else on the team?" Juan's dubious look was directed at Henry, usually whenever he was confused or worried. And the surfer dude grinned in that way of his that always made Juan calm down. The Mexi-American swimmer said, "Ok... Just... If you want to stop, say so." "Mmmm... Ohhh..." Jasper's eyes fluttered as the tall, handsome stud started caressing him all over. This was entirely and completely crazy, but Juan would never say that. He didn't want to upset his teammates, after all, as they seemed convinced this was ok. And that it worked, somehow. Gingerly, Juan dared to touch the boy's twitching little dick. It was a complete surprise that a kid this young could be so sexually primed. But sensing the boy's pleasure made it feel less weird. "Oooohhhh, Juannnnnnnn..." "You... really like it?" "S-Sucking my cock'll help w-with your swim m-meet." Jasper saw Juan visibly flinch. But the team chuckled and the boy responded to a wave of high fives. He'd spent enough time around the teens to know they called their wieners all kinds of adult words. Henry chortled, "You heard our good luck charm." Suddenly Jasper felt Juan's sucking mouth on his hard little wiener. "Ooooooohhhhhhh..." In no time, the eight-year-old was whimper-groaning into what he knew was a dry cum. "NnnnnyyyyyyyyYYYYYEAAAAAHHHH... Unh! Unh! Unh!" Juan was shocked to discover he did do better in the next race. And with that, all nine swimmers officially adopted Jasper as their good luck charm. ~~~~~~~~~ Over the next few weeks, the team rose in the standings to become the one to beat in the league! The sex rituals with the boy went from furtive little secret meetings to fun and playful romps that left Jasper tired, sated and rubber-legged. But from the way the boy eagerly stripped off in the change room, no one doubted he was loving it. Everyone was in high spirits. Jasper kept up the swimming lessons and attended all of the practices and home meets. Dedication was his middle name as Jasper learned to swim with greater ease and cheered on the teammates who were outperforming their personal bests every time they pleasured the boy. Fortunately, Jasper's one mom had expanded her hours at the market stand and his other mom had announced her intention to pursue a Ph.D., so their son was expected to assume more responsibility in looking after himself. Which meant Jasper no longer had to fudge the facts and make up excuses - he could go to the pool guilt free. The team was generous to include the tyke in their post-swim celebrations. Henry had jokingly said Jasper was so integral to the team he was practically their mascot. So that's what everybody called him... The mascot. "But if I'm the mascot, how come you guys won't let me come to your place?" Jasper asked when Henry had suggested it was time for the kid to go home. "Uh," Ross replied, "we've got... you know... adult stuff to do." "What kinda adult stuff?" "Well," Axel answered, "it's... uh... You'll understand when you're older." Mason said, "We'd like for you to join us, but you just can't." Kyle narrowed his eyes. "Um, what Mason's trying to say is, unfortunately it's not for you." "But why?" pressed Jasper. "Why can't I come?" "Because you're too young," Juan said. "Too young for what?" Ross replied, "Well, you see... The thing is..." But he really had no idea where to start. "When we get together, uh, we do big boy stuff." "You don't want me around?" "No, that's not it at all!" Mason contended. "We love having our little buddy around. It's just..." Miles offered, "You see, kiddo, we have, um, sex. All of us. Together." "Huh?" Pavel leapt in. "You know - what we do to you. Well, we do it too. To each other." All at once it hit Jasper. These were big boys. And they were also gay. Of course it made sense all that kissing and jacking and sucking wasn't merely for good luck. "Well..." began Jasper. "It should be ok for me to be there, since you're doing it to me." "This is a little different," clarified Dak. "What we do is pretty... adult." "Yeah, but-" "I got this," said Henry with authority. "We have big boy orgies. With lots of sex and things we can't do with you." "For now, though," Mason said comfortingly. "Maybe in a few years you'll be old enough to join in." Henry spoke firmly, "But for now you'll just have to wait." Jasper wasn't happy. Even when the swimmers all tried to make up for it with extra kissing and jacking and sucking, the boy still didn't lose the pout on his face. ~~~~~~~~~ The team's trajectory went from a crash-and-burn to a skyrocketing-to-orbit scenario and they were all super stoked. Ross didn't even gloat about how he'd led them to such good luck by following the signs. Coincidentally, because the swimmers were doing so well, the orgies became even more of a regular thing. Partly because the undeniable fun they were having with their mascot got them horny, so after another victory they had to celebrate with group sex. Jasper grew more and more sullen about the supposed rejection, but as a consolation the teens started hanging out with him a lot more outside of swim meets and practice. Movies, go-karts, batting cages, pretty much anything and everything fun they could think of. The team's affection for their mascot was patently clear. Jasper was more than just their good luck charm. He was like one of the guys. They would do anything for him. Except... "You're all leaving me again to go off to your orgies, aren't you?" Jasper accused with his bottom lip stuck out. All nine swimmers surrounded him outside the swim facility. "Hey," smiled Henry, "didn't you have fun at the ice cream shop?" Miles stroked his shoulder. "And what about the frisbee we tossed around." "I showed you how to tackle a guy," Pavel brought up while mussing his hair. "Yeah, I know but..." Juan shook his head. "We can't keep revisiting this, Jasper." Kyle winked and also mussed the tyke's hair. "Sorry, cool dude." "It's getting late," observed Henry, "you should be heading home anyway." That night, Jasper lay awake in bed and just could not tuck his bottom lip back into place. Everything was fine as long as they were at the pool. And, sure, the teenagers did include him in other fun activities. But the youngster couldn't shake the feeling he was being denied something because these guys didn't think him worth inviting to their exclusive orgies. Resentment crept into his mind and kept up permanent residency. If the swimmers thought he was good enough for them to do gay sex to him but not good enough for him to do gay sex to them then... then... ~~~~~~~~~ "I quit." Jasper stood fully clothed in the change room with the nine teammates gathered in their Speedos. "What?" Pavel gasped. "You gotta be kidding!" Miles objected. "Why would you quit, little dude?" Henry asked. "You're practically one of the team!" Mason pointed out. "Yeah, it wouldn't be the same without you!" Axel protested. "You're no quitter, kiddo, c'mon," Dak said. "Seriously, you can't bail out on us," Kyle added. "Yeah, um, you're like our little brother," Juan said after an elbow from Henry. "For real, my awesome little dude, why would you want to quit?" Ross asked, kneeling down so he was eye to eye with the sweetie. "Is it... Is the sex stuff bothering you? I mean, you said it was ok, but if you changed your mind, that's fine. We just like having you around." "No, it's the exact opposite," declared Jasper, frustration mounting that once again he wasn't being understood. "I wanna... um..." "Hey, I can blow you more, that's no problem," Pavel declared. "And I can do whatever to you when I take you out," Miles offered. "If there's something in particular you like, just tell us," Henry explained. "Don't go, I... we need you!" Mason pointed out. "More kissing, you probably want more kissing," Axel surmised. "I'll jack you 'til the cows come home," Dak proclaimed. "We don't have to tag team, all of us can do you at once," Kyle said. Jasper sighed, "No, you guys, I-" Ross said straight out, "It's the orgies." FINALLY - someone figured out the problem. Jasper was certain he would get his way at last. But then Dak said, "No can do, lucky charm." Henry put in, "We've already explained-" Jasper wasn't having it. "Then get yourself a new mascot." The determined eight-year-old redhead marched out of the change room and out of the lives of the swim team. "I told you guys," Ross fumed. "It doesn't matter," Miles said in exasperation. "We can't... We can't! We've already gone too far over the line." "Well, yeah, that's kind of the point, isn't it?" Mason countered. "We're already over the line, so why does it matter how far over the line we go?" "That's your dick talking," Axel grumbled. "We aren't gonna have sex with him. He's a kid!" "We already have sex with him," Kyle said with a shrug. "I mean, I get that it's weird, but we've already left that bridge burning behind us." "Dudes..." Henry said, looking sad. "Maybe what we haven't already thought about is... I mean, look how hurt he looked. Little guy quit the team, he was so upset. If we're saying we can't have sex with Jasper because it would hurt him, well, seems like we've done that anyway." Pavel shrugged. "Like I said, I don't care either way. As long as I get my ass pounded, you can invite the local Scout Troop." Dak shook his head. "Guys... Come on, we can't... Can we?" "No," Juan said firmly. "We can't." Ross glowered at the other swimmers. "Well, the championships are gonna suck, that's for damn sure."