Date: Sat, 05 Aug 2023 16:37:19 +0000
From: Joey Cody <jcody25@proton.me>
Subject: Joining the Swim Team - Chapter 1

Categorization: gay, authoritarian

Joey is a shy nineteen-year-old boy who secretly spends his time
fantasizing about being dominated by athletic jocks. When his best friend
Oliver convinces him to join a gay swim team, his submissive fantasies may
just come true.

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Chapter 1 -- Enrolment

The only reason why Joey agreed to join a swim team was because his best
friend Oliver asked him, and he couldn't say no to Oliver.

The nineteen-year-old boy had never really been particularly good at
sports. He had been blessed with an athletic build and would work out at
the gym every once in a while to keep fit, but he never truly considered
the idea of being involved in any of the team activities his college
offered. He was generally well-liked and had even been approached by a few
boys his age, who asked him if he was interested in joining a few sports
societies, like the college's football club, or the volleyball team.

The answer was always no, however: Joey was shy and disliked
competition. At least, that's what he would say to people. He was a quiet,
soft-spoken and reserved boy, that much is true -- but he was also gay, and
he worried about what others would say, or worse, he worried about what his
desires could lead him to. A part of him longed for the camaraderie that
his peers shared in sweaty locker rooms and regularly fantasized about the
chiseled muscles of student-athletes, their uniforms, their strong bodies,
with water dripping down their pumped chests and hairy legs after a hot
shower. For him, the thought of spending most of his days tempted by those
tantalizing sights bordered on masochism.

Joey was a virgin, but what he lacked in experience, he made up for in his
imagination. He'd spend his afternoons and evenings daydreaming about being
bent over by a group of jocks, his clothes being ripped off him so that
several hands would find their way down his pretty ass. He would picture
thick cocks standing at full attention, circling his face and opening
Joey's mouth with force. The jocks' sweaty jockstraps would come off,
allowing him to worship the other boys' bodies. In other words, Joey knew
that not only he craved sex, but that he would only be truly satisfied if
he were to be completely dominated.

Though jocks and locker rooms regularly played a central role in his
filthiest fantasies, Joey's main object of desire was Oliver. They had been
friends for at least two years now, but he remained somewhat of a mystery
to Joey. Thanks to his quiet confidence, Oliver was popular with girls and
sometimes had short-lived flings with some of them. Still, he was never
particularly enthusiastic about any of them and seemed to prefer to spend
time with his best friend. They were virtually inseparable, and their close
friendship served as fuel for Joey's lascivious daydreaming. Thoughts like
"maybe he's secretly gay," or "maybe he secretly likes me" would pop into
his head, quickly followed by "I wish he'd make me get on my knees and turn
me into his bitch" when the two hung out together.

His best friend was slightly taller than him, more muscular and confident,
but still possessed a youthful look about him; he appeared unapproachable
to many but had a playful attitude around Joey. His eyes were dark, almost
black, and his hair was always neatly styled. Despite being the same age as
Joey, a hint of facial hair on his jaw made Oliver seem older and more
mature. He was exactly Joey's type, making it hard for him not to zone out
at times when they hung out together. Joey had often caught himself staring
at his biceps while Oliver was talking to him, or looking at his strong
thighs for too long when he'd change in front of Joey.

Because of his intense feelings of friendship mixed with an all-consuming
sexual longing, whenever Oliver had an idea, Joey would always encourage
him. They were now in Joey's room, both sitting on the bed when Oliver
showed his friend a sponsored ad on his phone for the new swim team, only a
short train ride away from their town.

"I know you don't like team sports, but it'd be nice to work out together,
don't you think?" Oliver asked, then pointing at his phone, "And look at
the ad: it looks cool -- different, in a way."

"Different is right," Joey mumbled, just loud enough for his buddy to hear
it.

The ad had a photo showcasing a few guys in tight red speedos, smiling and
embracing one another, with an aura of homoeroticism that did not go
unnoticed by Joey. The text contained familiar buzzwords like brotherhood,
discipline, and strength -- typical sports nonsense -- but also terms like
inclusivity, diversity, and acceptance.

Joey caught on pretty quickly. "Ollie... Are you sure this isn't a gay swim
team?"

"The size of the speedos kinda gave it away," Oliver laughed, looking at
the picture on his phone and pointing at one of the boys' eye-catching
bulges.

"And... you're okay with it?"

"I'm sure they aren't all gay. I mean, look here -- it says they accept
everyone."

Joey looked at him quizzically. He was just about to respond and tell
Oliver that he was being too naïve: that description could only mean
that everyone on the team was most likely gay.

But before he could say anything, Oliver continued: "Besides... I figured
that might make you feel more comfortable. You wouldn't feel judged, and
you could truly be yourself."

Joey was dumbfounded. Not only was Oliver being unusually saccharine about
this, especially about him being gay, but the whole offer seemed
ridiculous. If Oliver just wanted a workout partner, couldn't they just go
to the gym together?

 "Anyway, look at the swimming trunks I bought," Oliver exclaimed, finally
breaking the silence and defusing the tension, "I look so good in them."

He got up from the bed, walked over to his backpack that had been sitting
on the floor and started taking his clothes off. Joey observed the solid
muscles on his back first, then his calves and thighs -- covered in a fine
layer of hair -- when Oliver removed his blue jeans. He was facing away
from Joey, wearing only a pair of tight black briefs that barely covered
his ass. Joey's heart started racing and, unable to take his eyes off his
best friend, he stared at Oliver -- he knew that he was going to replay
this moment over and over in his head in the following days.

Just as Joey hoped, Oliver pulled down his briefs and slipped off them,
taking his time to look for his new outfit. The two friends were so close
that undressing in front of one another was not uncommon, much to Joey's
delight. This was different, however, as even on those occasions they had
never been completely naked -- and so casually too. Oliver found his
swimming trunks in what felt like only a brief second to Joey, who
desperately wanted to impress the memory of his friend's naked body into
his mind. Oliver hunched over a bit to pull his new garb up his legs and
finally turned around.

"So?" he asked with a mischievous smile planted across his face.

Oliver walked closer to Joey, whose eyes were perfectly in line with his
friend's bulge. Joey could see the outline of his dick through the red
swimwear fabric and found it difficult to look away. He was lost in a
trance, picturing in his head what those swimming trunks were hiding
underneath, wondering how big Oliver's dick was, wishing he dared to make a
move and come onto him so he could have a look, take his buddy's cock into
his hand and stroke it as Oliver proudly looked on.

"You don't like them?" Oliver asked, reacting to Joey's silent stare. "I
want to look good on my first day, so I'll return them if you don't like
them. You're gay, I care what you think," with a hint of irony in the last
sentence.

Joey composed himself, closing his mouth which had been slightly agape
until then.

"Well, you'll definitely fit in," Joey commented, thinking back to the
picture with all those muscular swimmers wearing the same color. Then, when
noticing something in Oliver's expression hinting that he did not receive
the reaction he wanted from Joey, he added earnestly: "I like it... you
look hot", struggling to get the last three words out, his cheeks flushed
red.

"Thanks, I think so too," Oliver responded playfully.

He got back on the bed still half naked, and laid down on the opposite side
of Joey, his bare legs spread out at either side so both his feet were
touching his friend. Oliver checked his phone absent-mindedly, changing the
conversation topic to a mutual friend of theirs, while from his side Joey
had the perfect view. With Oliver's legs stretched out wide, only wearing a
pair of swimming trunks, Joey could see his friend's taint just barely
covered by the red material, as well as his dick pointing down; the
perspective made it look even bigger, almost asking to be freed.

The conversation between the two continued like always, as they went from
discussing college life and assignments to their weekend plans. In the
meantime, Joey would occasionally steal furtive glances at Oliver's body --
his chest and his nipples turned stiff from the cold temperature in the
room; his legs and feet, which made Joey's heart skip a beat whenever they
grazed his own thighs; most of all, his friend's cock through the fabric,
soft but still prominent. His mouth was nearly watering imagining how it
would look like hard, taking it in his mouth until Oliver would shoot cum
down his throat, making Joey the subservient slut he'd always dreamed of
being for his best friend.

Joey's reverie was abruptly interrupted when Oliver drew his legs back and
finally sat up.

"I'm going to go, I've got some stuff to do this evening," he announced,
"but I'm assuming you're coming with me tomorrow for the swim team
try-outs, yeah? I've already sent an email signing us up. I gave them all
the info they needed."

Joey nodded and muttered something in agreement, more drawn to the
possibility of Oliver changing in front of him again before leaving.

He decided to be a bit bolder and ask him directly: "Ollie -- you're not
going to change?"

"Nah, I didn't realize how late it was. Besides, these trunks are very
comfy anyway," he smiled, pulling at the waistband so that a loud smack
resonated across the room when the elastic hit his waist again.

Joey's disappointment sank in as he watched his buddy put his t-shirt and
jeans back on. His rational self knew that he only had to wait until the
following day to see Oliver half-naked again, and he'd have plenty of time
then to check out his package. He was already horny, however, and couldn't
concentrate on anything but the body standing in front of him at that
moment. He wanted Oliver, now. He wasn't even listening to what the other
boy was saying: in his head, Joey was picturing himself grabbing his
friend's bulge, getting Oliver's cock out from his garb and slapping
himself with it, getting it wet with his tongue.

"I'll text you tomorrow so we can go together?" Oliver asked.

"Yeah, sure," Joey replied, swallowing hard to force himself to focus.

He walked Oliver out and went back to his room, lay down on his bed and
shut his eyes. Normally, he would have been anxiously ruminating about
joining a swim team, a gay one no less, but after seeing his friend naked,
his erection was begging for some attention. The memory was so fresh that
it was still easy to recall the sight of Oliver's firm ass in front of him,
his fleshy curves supported by his thick thighs and long legs. Joey kicked
his shoes off and unbuckled his belt, already coming up with fantasies on
how the last hour together with Oliver could have gone differently. He
shook his trousers off and stuck his right hand into his boxers, grabbing
his hard cock to squeeze it. He began thinking about Oliver turning around
while he was changing, teasing him about the way he was staring at him,
making Joey taste him.

Before he got fully in the zone, he briefly opened his eyes and noticed
something: Oliver's pair of black briefs that he was wearing before
changing, scrunched up and abandoned on the floor. Joey felt lightning
shooting through his body. "He must have forgotten them," he thought,
picking them up to inspect them more closely. The material was thin, and in
his hand, they seemed even smaller than they looked on Oliver. He moved his
left hand to his erection and brought the underwear up to his face, taking
in his friend's scent.

It was musky, with hints of sweat and Oliver's body odor, though it wasn't
so much the smell itself that turned Joey on, rather than the idea of
himself engaging in an act so forbidden. He imagined that that was the
scent he would have found if he had taken Oliver's underwear off, the smell
of his pubes and his throbbing cock, warm on his cheeks before finding its
way into Joey's awaiting mouth. He lay down again, the briefs still under
his nose while he picked up the pace jerking his cock. Maybe Oliver had
left them for a reason, maybe he noticed how he was looking at him, maybe
he wanted to reward Joey for the eager whore he is, for how willing he is
to degrade himself for Oliver. That was his reward, his used pair of
underwear, tossed aside for Joey to find later.

The young boy was getting more excited at the words he was saying to
himself, murmuring demeaning slurs as if Oliver was the one saying them. He
placed the black briefs on top of his face, moving his left hand to caress
his own body -- his torso, his thighs, his balls -- to heighten the
pleasure while stroking his dick with his right hand. Joey pictured Oliver
suddenly breaking into his room, finding him in such a compromising
position, and punishing him for it. The fantasy in his head grew wild as
the images in Joey's head mixed with the cottony feel of Oliver's underwear
on his face, covering his vision.

"Ollie would punish me," he kept thinking, "he would whip out his dick and
say something like:"

"If you wanted to suck my dick you could have just asked. Have a taste of
the real thing, you slut."

The fictional Oliver in Joey's head always played a particular role that
fit perfectly into his latest fantasy. He liked to make up improbable
scenarios, each smuttier than the last, all based on small interactions: a
quick peek at Oliver's body, a fleeting intimate touch. But now -- now,
Joey had something he'd never dreamed of. He felt so dirty doing this with
his buddy's clothes and yet, he couldn't stop. He could feel himself
reaching his climax, cupping his balls while jerking his dick fast. Joey
quickly moved Oliver's briefs down to his pelvis, covering his cockhead
with the fabric as he came up with another filthy idea: coming on his
friend's underwear. Just like that, Joey felt an overpowering sensation of
pleasure erupt from his dick, with a stream of cum covering the black
briefs he held so tightly in a fist.

Usually, he would feel ashamed after masturbating to Oliver, sensing that
he had somehow corrupted his friend through his own dirty mind. This time,
he was still horny, still unembarrassed and excited, thinking about the
unusual gift he had received. He moved the damp briefs up, hanging them
with his right hand over his face, letting his cum drip on his cheeks, then
his mouth; when Joey's sperm had stopped trickling down his face, he
proceeded to lick it directly from the fabric, pretending this was Oliver's
cum, and his friend was making him eat it, quenching Joey's thirst for his
friend's seed.

Calmed down after catching his breath, Joey thought about the swim team
try-outs. It was the first time he had been that excited about sports.

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On the train ride to the athletics club, both Oliver and Joey were mostly
silent, aside from a few occasional comments about trivial topics. It
wasn't unusual for Joey to be quiet, especially in a situation like this
one. He was nervous about joining a sports team, inclusive as it may
advertise itself to be; he was also anxious to be so close to a
barely-clothed Oliver three days a week -- especially after what had
happened the previous day -- and to lots of other muscular men. Oliver, on
the other hand, wasn't his usual talkative self. This time, he kept staring
at the window: his mind someplace else, his thoughts an enigma for his
friend.

The building that hosted the swimming pool was a huge facility, with three
different wings and a maze-like layout that guided guests to various types
of sports arenas and training spaces. The two boys eventually found their
way to the area mentioned in their registration email. The instructions
said that they could complete enrolment in the coach's office, next to the
locker room.

As they stepped in, both friends took in the sight before them. The locker
room was massive but relatively empty, with four benches and only a couple
of rows of lockers for people to store their sports gear in. One could see
the showers on the right side of the room, with several faucets coming out
of the wall but no partition between them. Joey started to feel both scared
and excited about showering there, naked and vulnerable among the other
teammates. He would have had to try his best not to ogle the other boys,
especially Oliver. It was an inclusive gay swim team, but surely no one
liked a creepy virgin gawking at his teammates' bodies while they showered.

Oliver and Joey both spotted the coach's office on the other side of the
locker room at the same time when a door slammed open from the left and a
line of men, all in revealing red speedos except one, entered the
space. The coach was easily identifiable: he wasn't wearing a swim cap,
unlike the others, and he was also the only one wearing a t-shirt, the same
color as everyone else's swimwear.

"Hey boys, nice to meet ya. I'm coach Nathan, but you can call me Nate,"
the older man immediately introduced himself.

He was noticeably older than the rest; Joey guessed he must have been in
his mid-thirties, whereas the other teammates all looked only a few years
older than both himself and Oliver. Coach Nate had short black hair, dark
skin, and a pair of green eyes that seemed to linger on Joey longer than
usual. He was as tall as Oliver, and his t-shirt fit perfectly on his body,
showing off his muscular arms and revealing a hint of chest hair just below
his clavicles.

"Just give us a couple of minutes and then follow me into the office --
David will be there too."

With that, Coach Nate hurried off towards his office, followed by another
boy -- the aforementioned David, Joey guessed -- who stood tallest than
everyone else there, with a lean body and short curly hair that fluffed up
as soon as he took off his cap. Joey watched the two walk away, focusing on
the younger boy's butt as he slowly made his way towards the end of the
room when a couple of other swimmers entered his line of vision.

The two men got closer to Joey and Oliver, one as short as Joey and with
tan, hairy arms and sculpted abs. The other had put his arm around his
shorter teammate; he had blue eyes and smooth porcelain skin, his hair
styled with a short quiff. Right away, Joey was drawn to the second boy's
beefy pecs, which were flexing as he addressed them.

"Are you two the new guys? My name's Adam, and this is my boyfriend,
Nicolas."

Oliver offered his hand to both of them, making small talk while Joey
stayed silent and smiled cordially.

"You guys will like it here," the one named Nicolas said, though only
looking at Joey as if he were addressing him directly. "We're already done
for the day, but I'm sure that after the coach takes care of the paperwork,
you'll be good to go next time."

All four exchanged a few more pleasantries before heading off towards the
showers. Oliver was already turning his head towards the last boy to come
out from the swimming pool, but Joey followed the couple with the corner of
his eye. The two had stripped and were now showering close together, with
Adam playfully slapping his boyfriend's ass before grabbing it to push the
two closer, embracing in a passionate kiss. Joey felt something stirring in
his trousers, feeling lucky that two attractive jocks were naked, kissing
and feeling each other up in the same room as him. It would have felt
obscene if there hadn't been something so intimate about their
gestures. For a moment, he wished he could join them, to see what it would
feel like to kiss them both under a scalding hot shower. Perhaps both he
and Nicolas could help clean Adam's body, lather it with soap and
worshipping it, starting from his feet and working their way up...

"Hey, new kid," a voice brought Joey back to reality. The last swimmer that
entered the room a couple of minutes before was now snapping his fingers in
front of Joey's eyes. "You listening?"

He was wearing some kind of chain around his neck and had an annoyed look
in his eyes. Before Joey could reply, the boy pulled off his swim cap to
uncover dyed blonde hair styled in a buzzcut and then proceeded to take off
his speedo too. He smirked as he walked towards the two friends; Joey could
feel the body heat emanating from him being so close. He couldn't help his
curiosity and looked down, as the guy was almost sporting a semi, his dick
thicker and longer than any Joey had seen.

"Eyes up," he teased Joey, intercepting his stare. He introduced himself as
Lukas and dismissively tousled Joey's hair. "I'm sure you'll fight right
in, little guy," he said, walking off towards the shower, joining Adam and
Nicolas.

"He seems a bit arrogant," Oliver scoffed. "Let's go, Joey. I don't want to
be in this locker room all day."

"Speak for yourself," Joey thought, as he followed his friend to the
coach's office.

Joey wasn't sure whether Lukas was just rude or if Joey misunderstood
something because he was too busy perving on Adam and Nicolas showering and
rubbing each other's bodies in the shower. He had almost forgotten that the
reason why they had signed up for the team was to work out together, not
for Joey to gather material for his night-time fantasies. He couldn't
believe that everyone there was so hot and also gay. This could have been
an opportunity for him to find some friends and gain more confidence, but
his boner showed where Joey's real priorities lay. He still had the mental
image of that cocky boy's fat dick planted in his head -- he was too
ashamed to admit that the dismissing way Lukas had talked to him turned
Joey on a bit -- when Oliver knocked on coach Nate's office and announced
himself.

"Ah, boys, come on in, sorry about the wait," Coach Nate said
apologetically, "we had some boring paperwork to take care of to start the
enrolment process -- but please, sit down. Joey and Oliver, right?"

Both boys nodded, sitting down on two chairs across from a small grey desk
where Coach Nate was sitting at. At his side, the tall swimmer stood with
his arms folded, his body still somewhat wet. Joey's eyes darted towards
his defined Adonis belt, framed by the small red speedo, the outline of his
dick noticeable to everyone.

"This is David, the team's captain. Sorry, you haven't been introduced to
everyone yet."

"That's okay, we met everyone else just now while we were waiting," Oliver
explained to the coach. "Nice to meet you, David."

"It's nice to meet you both. I hope the team is everything you hope it to
be," David smiled warmly.

"I'll cut to the chase, boys," the coach explained, "I'm sure you already
know, but this isn't a normal swim team. First of all, you can relax: there
are no try-outs. I can already see that you're both fit enough to make a
great contribution to the team, so no need to worry. The second thing is,
and this is the most important, we're all like brothers here. We're a very
tight-knit group, and I want to make sure it stays that way. We have a few
bonding activities and traditions we like to respect... all in the name of
inclusivity, of course."

"Sure, that sounds great," Oliver commented.

"Practice is all done for today, but we might be able to swim a couple of
laps, just so you can get used to the pool. Have you changed already?"

"Yeah, I wore my swimming trunks just in case," Oliver replied while taking
off his clothes. He swiftly removed his t-shirt and shoes and pulled down
his trousers as Joey also got up from his chair to undress.

Oliver stood proud with his red swimwear in front of the coach and David,
while Joey took his time to reveal a blue Speedo that looked a couple of
sizes bigger than what the rest of the men in the room were wearing.

"Ah Oliver, you're already wearing the team colors!" David beamed. "We
usually wear speedos instead of trunks, but those will do for now until you
get some new ones."

"As for Joey... you'll have to change, buddy. We like to use the same color
to strengthen team bonding," Coach Nate noted with a hint of
disappointment. "Hold on, we might have an extra pair or two."

Coach Nate turned his back on them to look through a box that was sitting
in the corner of his office, containing what looked like old and used
swimwear, all different shades of red. Meanwhile, David smiled at Joey. His
expression felt reassuring to the young boy, though he couldn't help but
notice that the team captain seemed excited about something.

"Come here, Joey," the coach ordered sternly, "Try these on."

"Right now?" Joey asked, walking to the other side of the desk but feeling
timid at the prospect of undressing in front of two attractive strangers as
well as his friend Oliver.

"Don't worry, we're all pals here," David tried to reassure him, moving
closer to the boy.

The team captain turned Joey around gently so that he was facing Oliver,
Joey's back towards him and the coach. David put his hand around Joey's
shoulder for a brief moment and then pulled down his swimwear in a swift
motion. Despite the sudden surprise, Joey quickly managed to cover his dick
with his hands.

"Aw, Joey, are you feeling shy? I told you, there's no need for that,"
Coach Nate pulled in Joey's face with his arm and nuzzled his hair.

"Oliver, you didn't tell us he was this shy," David chuckled.

Why would Oliver tell them that? Has he talked to them about me? Why -- and
if so, what did he say? These questions circled Joey's mind, though he also
felt his blood rushing towards his dick from being so close to coach Nate's
armpit. He smelled like chlorine, but still manly, a bitter scent that made
Joey's arousal even more intense.

David knelt and tapped Joey's butt as he got the young boy to lift his feet
so he could try the new Speedo on.

"I'm not sure about this one, it still looks a bit big," the coach
murmured, moving behind Joey to look at his backside.

David started to feel Joey's thighs around the edges of the fabric, his
hands dangerously close to Joey's ass. "Yeah, a smaller size would be
better."

The coach started grabbing Joey's ass with conviction to judge the fit of
the speedo, with David joining in as he moved his fingers through the
waistband around Joey's waist, touching his skin. They kept commenting on
the boy's body, while Joey could hardly conceal the excitement he felt over
being practically manhandled by the two jocks behind him. He wondered what
Oliver must have thought watching this scene play out before him, as coach
Nate and David's groping had now crossed the line, turning blatantly
sexual, but he kept looking down, too ashamed to meet Oliver's gaze. Joey
gulped when he felt the waistband of the Speedo being pulled up out of the
blue. The two men had made it look like Joey was wearing a thong, most of
his smooth ass cheeks were now bare, felt up and grabbed by the two
swimmers behind him, still under the pretense of figuring out Joey's true
size.

"You're right, David. It's too big," the coach finally admitted. "Joey, why
don't you get out of this pair and we can try a new one?"

This time, they let him take off the speedo on his own -- except Joey was
now facing a different problem. The rush of adrenaline he felt after being
touched like that, especially in front of his friend, had given him a
massive boner. The only reason why his cockhead had not popped out yet was
exactly because what he was wearing was a size too big. He felt the burning
stare of the three guys around him and resigned himself as his hard
erection popped out of the speedo when he took it off, impossible to hide.

"Oh Joey, don't worry," Oliver was quick to reassure him, his cheeks
blushing. "It happens to me all the time, in the worst situations too."
Joey was unsure if his buddy realized how sexually charged the atmosphere
was.

"We're all guys here -- that's part of what's good about our team," David
added, rubbing Joey's shoulder. "But maybe it's best to give him some
privacy?"

He was addressing Oliver, who took a long look at his flustered, naked
friend and his hard-on with an inscrutable expression and left the
room. Joey was now alone with the two men who had spent the last five
minutes treating him like eye candy, a piece of meat standing there for
their pleasure.

"Well, you have a small waist," Coach Nate noted, caressing the small of
Joey's back, "so maybe there's an old Speedo here that can fit you."

"He's got a bit of a bubble butt on him though, coach," David said,
fondling Joey's ass again, "if the quality isn't good, the fabric might
tear."

 "Let's see."

Coach Nate got closer, his head touching David's, who was kneeling
again. Both men's faces were so close to Joey's body, he could feel their
breathing on his skin. They both started massaging Joey's ass until they
opened up his cheeks, his hairless hole on show. Coach Nate grabbed the
boy's fleshy buttocks with both hands and spread them open, while David
licked his index finger and caressed Joey's hole, teasing it. Joey couldn't
see them, his hands placed on the desk as he bent over, allowing them more
access and focusing on these new sensations. He was so startled when he
felt David's first knuckle being pushed inside him, he failed to notice the
sound of coach Nate's phone taking pictures of Joey's ass being fingered by
David. He moved around and took several shots, all from different angles,
smiling to himself.

"That's a really sweet hole you've got there, Joey," the older man said,
"I'm sure everyone else will happily make use of it."

"We can help you take care of this if you want," David suggested, tugging
at Joey's hard cock. The boy shuddered with excitement at the sudden touch.

As he said that, David pushed his finger fully in, kneading Joey's ass
cheek with his hand. Then, Joey felt another finger, likely coach Nate's,
sliding across his crack before stretching his hole further. He now had two
different men's fingers inside him, going in and out so he never felt empty
for too long. Joey started stroking his dick, already slick with precum.

"Do you like being used like this?" David asked, pushing another finger in.

Joey moaned, his voice high, pleasuring himself while his tight ass was
being penetrated. This was a fantasy come true. Nate and David chuckled
behind him: the noises leaving Joey's mouth were an answer in itself. David
had taken his own speedos off, his manhood pointing straight at Joey's ass
cheek, occasionally making contact as he picked up his pace fingering the
boy.

"Do you wish Oliver was here right now? We could tell straight away you
liked him." Coach Nate's finger that had been inside Joey until then was
now under the boy's chin, making him turn to the side to face the
man. "What do you think he would say, seeing you being manhandled like this
and enjoying it?"

"Knowing boys like him, he'd probably like it," David grinned behind him,
"isn't that right, Joey?"

After that, the coach slapped Joey's ass a few times, turning his cheek a
few shades pinker. The constant teasing and degradation had pushed Joey to
its limit. He kept jerking off as he focused on David's fingers inside him,
squeezing his hole tight to feel them even more. He was overwhelmed with
ecstasy and wasn't quick enough to announce his climax, shooting his cum on
the desk with a loud grunt. Coach Nate scooped some of it up with his
finger, the same one that had explored Joey's ass until then, and brought
it up to the boy's mouth, painting his lips.

"You're part of the team now, you need all the protein you can get," he
whispered, "don't let it go to waste."

Joey lapped it all up, hungry for more as the coach fed him his own
cum. When there was barely any left, Nate pushed his finger inside the
boy's mouth for a few moments longer, making Joey suck on it. The two
shared a long, intense look as the boy looked up at his coach, licking his
finger clean.

"That was great, Joey," Coach Nate complimented him, the sexual atmosphere
slowly dissipating from the room, "now let's join Oliver and swim a couple
of laps before you leave."

He tossed the other pair of small, tight red speedos onto his desk, landing
right in front of Joey, whose dick was softening. The older man left the
room, while David stayed behind. He faced Joey, leaving no room between the
two. David's hard dick was squeezed tight onto Joey's waist, as the tall
swimmer's hand went around to grab the boy's ass one last time.

"You'll fit into the team perfectly", he said, moving his face closer and
kissing Joey hard on his lips.

David tasted the boy's cum on his tongue and kept squeezing Joey's ass
cheeks with force.

"Good boy," the team captain spoke in a soft voice before leaving.

It was Joey's first kiss.

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