Date: Wed, 1 Dec 2021 20:31:22 +0000 (UTC) From: D M Subject: Middle School Swim Team, Ch. 3 Title: Middle School Swim Team Installment: 3 Category: Gay, Athletics, Young Friends This story is a work of fiction and depicts graphic sexual content. Any resemblance to real individuals or places is purely coincidental. If you like what you're reading, feel free to shoot me an email to let me know - I love feedback! If you like my writing, you can also check out my other series "Exploring at Camp Hardwood." As always, if you can, consider supporting Nifty at donate.nifty.org to thank them for supporting our fantasies and our wanks. Middle School Swim Team, Chapter 3 The first week of swim practice was relatively uneventful for Sam and the rest of the boys. Coach Stern was tough but fair, and in those first few days of practices, Sam worked harder than he'd ever worked before. He enjoyed it, and was really growing to like his teammates, but he came home every evening exhausted and slept like a baby every night. By the third or fourth day, Sam was used to showering with a dozen of his naked fellow teammates. It wasn't uncommon that one of the middle schoolers would, in the process of washing his genitals, pop a semi or even a full boner, but the rest of the guys rarely commented on it beyond the occasional joke. The rest of the team must've been tired as well, because there was no repeat of the shenanigans Sam had witnessed after tryouts. Toward the end of practice on Friday, Coach Stern pulled Sam and Kevin, his fellow 7th-grader, out of the pool mid-workout. "You boys are the new butterflyers, right?" Coach Stern asked. Sam and Kevin nodded. All the boys swam all of the strokes, but they were both significantly faster at butterfly than their teammates, almost as fast as the best 8th grader. "Can you two stay a few minutes after practice today to work with Coach Greg?" Coach Stern asked, pointing to the assistant coach, who was running drills at the other end of the pool. "He swims fly on his college team and he's going to show you some form drills that will improve your stroke." Both boys nodded. Sam was proud that he'd gotten the coach's attention so early. Coach Stern didn't often show a lot of emotion or shower the athletes in praise, so it was sometimes hard to know what he was thinking. "It shouldn't take more than a few minutes," the coach continued. "Your mothers won't be kept waiting for too long. And it's Friday, so you shouldn't have homework." Kevin and Sam looked at each other, pleased, then hopped back in the pool for the rest of the workout. With 5 minutes left in practice, Coach Stern blew the final whistle and everyone clamored out of the pool and filed to the locker room, chatting excitedly and looking forward to the weekend. Kevin and Sam hung back, looking around for Coach Greg, but he was nowhere to be seen. Then Coach Greg emerged from the coaches' office, no longer wearing his polo and khaki shorts. He was wearing nothing but a small navy speedo that dipped below his hips, accentuating his V-lines, and ended in a large, round bulge. He had a swim cap and goggles in his hands and waved at them to come over to the other side of the pool. Most of the boys on the swim team were trim and fit, as swimmers tended to be, and some of the older boys were even developing chest and abdominal muscles that bulged out of their torso. But none of the middle schoolers compared to the specimen in front of them. Greg looked like he belonged at the Olympics, standing well over 6 feet tall with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and defined six-pack abs. His chest and ripped legs were completely hairless - so smooth, in fact, that Sam figured he must shave very regularly. As the boys approached, Sam closely inspected the waistline of the 20-year-old, trying to catch a glimpse of pubes above his speedo. He saw nothing other than what may have been razor bumps right at the waistline. "Okay, boys, so we're going to hop in the pool and I'll demo some form drills that will help your fly," said Coach Greg, who either didn't notice or didn't care that Sam was staring. He turned around and walked to the ladder, giving the boys a clear shot of his plump, muscled ass. The speedo was small enough that the edge of his glutes spilled out both above and below the lycra, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Sam shook his head to try and focus on the task at hand and not the Adonis-like man in front of him. The two boys hopped in the water and, for the next 10 minutes, learned a series of complex drills that were designed to improve their power and streamline their motion. Eventually, Greg hopped out of the pool and sat at the edge. "Great work this week, boys. You're off to an awesome start. Hit the showers and have a good weekend!" Sam was secretly hoping that Greg would join them in the shower - even after getting in the pool, the bulge in his speedo was still larger than any Sam had ever seen and he was curious to get a glimpse of what was inside. However, Greg just gave them each a high five then slid back into the water and began swimming laps on his own. Sam and Kevin pulled themselves out of the water slowly, their muscles sore after their fifth long, hard practice in a row. They walked across the tiled pool deck to the locker room door and entered to find that it was already deserted. The rest of the team had showered and changed, rather quickly by the look of it, probably out of excitement for the weekend to begin. As had become the routine, Sam and Kevin stripped off their suits and walked into the shower area. But there was something different about showering together, just the two of them, compared with a group setting where the additional wet, naked bodies offered a layer of anonymity. Sam felt very on display as he and Kevin took nearby showerheads. He tried not to openly stare at his teammate's genitals, but Kevin's hefty, brown cock was hanging there, wiggling as he showered, and when he turned, his taut, perky cheeks were so cute... "Any weekend plans?" Sam asked Kevin to distract himself. "Nothing much, just homework I guess," said Kevin, reaching for the soap from the dispenser between them. He began washing under his arms, where a few sparse armpit hairs had begun to grow. "What about you?" "I might go to the movies with my brother, but that's it," Sam said, then the pair lapsed back into an uncharacteristically awkward silence. Kevin shifted his body so his dick pointed at the drain in the center of the shower room and began to piss. A golden stream arced toward the center of the room as Kevin held his foreskin back and unloaded his bladder. Without saying a word, Sam joined him, their two streams crisscrossing in front of him. Sam wiggled his hips back and forth to make his stream dance around and the two boys laughed. "Do you not roll your foreskin back to pee?" Kevin asked Sam, who was standing with his hands on his hips, not touching his cock. Sam shrugged. "Sometimes, I guess. Never really seems necessary. You do?" Kevin nodded. "It sprays everywhere otherwise. But I also have more foreskin than you." The two boys looked down at their respective cocks. Both were flaccid at the moment, and for Sam, a small bit of his cockhead poked out at the end of his foreskin. Kevin, on the other hand, had a little overhang that covered his head completely. Sam figured that while they were on the subject he might as well address the unspoken. "Dude, I hope it's not weird or anything to say this... but your dick is so big. Are you 12 or 13?" Kevin blushed. "I'm 12; my birthday's in March." "Dude, that's crazy," Sam replied. "I'm like six months older than you and you make me look small." "I guess my family is early bloomers," Kevin said, idly fondling his balls. "When my dad gave me 'the talk,' he said he got hair down there in 5th grade and that I would probably develop early like him." Sam's cock was rising as he watched Kevin play with himself, but it looked like he wasn't alone. Kevin's cock was lengthening too and his cockhead began to poke out from under his foreskin. "That's crazy," Sam replied. "I didn't get pubes til the end of last year, I don't think." "Really?" Kevin asked, surprised. "I mean, you look... now you have... you're doing just fine down there, now," he finished awkwardly. Sam smiled sheepishly. "Thanks, man. I can't complain, I guess. I'm no Donkey Dong Derek though." Kevin smiled too, remembering their 8th-grade teammate's well-earned nickname. "Well, I'm not either, to be fair." "You look like you're on your way though!" Sam said encouragingly. "How big is that thing hard?" Kevin looked down at his own cock. There was no mistaking it now: both boys were sporting healthy semis alone in the locker room showers together. The water was running but neither of them were even making a pretense of washing; they were staring at their own dicks and each others'. "I'm not sure, actually..." Kevin began hesitantly. "I mean, I've measured - who hasn't - but I think I've grown since then..." He began stroking his shaft more regularly, and it visibly stiffened before Sam's eyes. Within moments, it was pointing straight outward, its foreskin retracted to a ring around the edge of his head, and far thicker than it was soft. His balls had been drawn up a bit but still dangled below, dripping water onto the floor. The display had Sam's own cock approaching maximum stiffness too. His natural angle was higher than Kevin's, so by the time he was fully hard, his 5.5-inch cock curved up to point right at the ceiling. Kevin looked up and noticed Sam was hard too. "So, yeah, I guess that's about fully hard," Kevin said, holding his cock. "You're not too small yourself!" He took one step forward, then another, and all of a sudden he was fully outside the spray of his own shower and standing in front of Sam. The two boys looked down at their own cocks, nearly tip to tip, each rock hard. "Yeah, that's huge," Sam muttered quietly, almost to himself. "You're probably like 7 inches." "You're not small, either," Kevin said. "Your curve is just misleading." He reached out a hand and, with only the slightest hesitation, took hold of Sam's cock. He gently lowered it so it was level with his own and pulled them side by side. The pressure created by Kevin pulling down on Sam's cock sent a ripple of pleasure through his whole body, and even in the steamy moisture of the shower, he could tell that precum was starting to leak from his piss slit. "You're way thicker though," Sam said, wrapping his hand around his teammate's shaft. Kevin's cock was surely as thick as a grown man's and felt heavy in his hand. Sam slowly moved Kevin's foreskin up over his head, then back down his shaft. Kevin mirrored the move, and slowly, they began to stroke one another in silence, their bodies inches apart. With his free hand, Sam reached out and cupped Kevin's scrotum. His balls felt lower, larger, and heavier than Sam's, and he could feel the brush of a few hairs growing out of his sack. Sam looked up to find Kevin staring him dead in the face with his piercing green eyes. The slightly taller boy looked nervous, but excited as the two swimmers explored each other's cocks delicately. He opened his mouth, then closed it as if deciding not to say something. Then he opened it again. "Have you... ever... gotten a blowjob?" Kevin asked softly, barely above a whisper. Sam shook his head. His cock was so hard it ached as Kevin gently stroked it up and down. "Wanna... try on each other? Just to see what it feels like?" Sam looked up at Kevin, gulped, and nodded. Without another word, the taller boy sunk to his knees, Sam's hard cock dancing in front of his face. With one hand, he lowered the upward-curving shaft so the cockhead was centimeters from his lips, then, after a moment's hesitation, opened his mouth and put Sam's cock inside. At first, he only got a few inches down, then he bobbed his head and slid the rest of the way so his nose tickled Sam's pubes. He began to move forward and back in steady rhythm, cupping Sam's ass for balance with his hands. The warm, wet sensation was incredible; like nothing Sam had ever experienced. He could feel his balls tightening and knew he wouldn't last much longer. He rolled his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying every second of the waves of pleasure his teammate was sending through his body. Then, in a flash, he was cumming - his cock pulsing in Kevin's mouth, squirting ropes of semen down his teammate's throat. Kevin swallowed every drop eagerly, only releasing Sam's cock from his lips once it had stopped twitching. He stood back up, his large cock somehow even harder than before. Sam looked down at the tantalizing slab of meat and got down on his knees, eager to return the favor. He opened his mouth and tried to take as much of Kevin's cock in as he could, but the longer, thicker penis proved challenging for a first-time cocksucker. After several attempts, Sam realized he could get about two-thirds of it in his mouth without gagging, and he used his right hand to pleasure the part of the meaty shaft that remained uncovered. Kevin let out a quiet moan as Sam sucked, and within a minute, Sam could tell he was getting close as well. Determined to perform as well as his teammate did, Sam redoubled his efforts and sped up his rhythm. Kevin's moans grew louder then turned into a grunt and Sam's mouth filled with salty-sweet liquid. He tried to swallow as much as he could, but the volume proved too much and he withdrew before Kevin finished cumming. The last two shots splattered on Sam's face, leaving two large white globs of semen on his cheek and chin. Kevin's body deflated, spent with the effort of a powerful orgasm. Then a door slammed from outside the shower area. "You boys still in here?" A voice called, and then Greg rounded the corner wrapped in only a towel. The boys froze as their handsome assistant coach walked into view. The circumstances were damning: Kevin was still hard, his 7-inch cock pointing aggressively outward. Sam was on his knees with cum splattered across his face. Greg looked confused at first, then smiled. "Sorry, didn't realize you boys were still getting cleaned up. Finish up soon, cuz I have to lock up after this." He didn't comment on the compromising position he'd found his athletes in, but he smirked as he walked out of sight to the changing area. Sam stood up, and both boys looked at each other, shocked. Then Kevin giggled. Sam sighed with relief, and began washing the cum off his face. The two boys finished up their showers quickly in a silent post-cum glow and walked into the locker area. Greg was nowhere to be seen - he must've walked back out to the pool deck. The pair changed quickly in silence, then Kevin spoke up. "What movie are you gonna see?" He acted as if the blowjobs had never happened. Sam grinned, knowing it would be their little secret. "Not sure," he replied. "Maybe the new James Bond." "Cool," Kevin replied casually, and the two boys, now dressed, swung their backpacks over their shoulders and headed for the exit. As they were walking, Greg came back into the locker room, still wearing only a towel. "Have a good weekend, boys!" Greg called out. Sam looked over his shoulder to see that the assistant coach had dropped his towel and was walking into the shower room fully naked. His back was to them, so Sam couldn't see what kind of heat he was packing, but he did get a full view of the most beautiful, plump, hairless ass he'd ever seen walking away. [end of chapter 3]