Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2020 17:11:25 +0000
From: Krypton12345
Subject: Swim Team Buddies

Swim Team Buddies

I joined the YMCA swim team in my town when I was 12.  I was living in
Florida and my parents encouraged me to do so basically so that I would
be involved in something other than spending days and nights playing
games inside.

On the first day of practice, there were about 20 boys and the same
number of girls, all ranging from 8-14 years old. I was among a small
handful of boys who were just joining the team. We were also the only
ones wearing regular swim trunks. All the others had racing suits on that
left nothing to he imagination.

I should describe myself. At that age, I was very blonde with shaggy
hair. And living in Florida, I had a golden tan. One of the ladies whose
lawn I mowed even called me golden boy. I wasn't skinny but I certainly
wasn't overweight. Looking at photos of myself back then, I had slim
legs that were covered in very light fuzz, a narrow waist, a flat stomach
but not muscular. You could see my ribs.

Back to the story. After the coach talked about the schedule, he put
everyone in groups based on age and ability and gave us instructions. For
us new kids, he started by having us demonstrate each stroke in the water
one at a time and then gave us pointers about what we needed to do to
improve.

During the practice, another boy named Mark and I started to connect.
Mark was the same age but had brown hair cut short. Mark was on the slim
side also and had the softest looking skin I had ever seen on a boy. At
that age, I didn't really think about boys or girls sexually but I knew
there was something about some boys that drew me to them. And Mark
definitely had it.

During the practice, as we waited for our turns, Mark and I horsed around
poking one another, splashing each other and wrestled a bit. There was
something incredibly cool about wrestling in the water with our slippery
bodies touching and rubbing against each other.

At the end of practice we padded barefoot into the locker rooms and
changed into our street clothes. The locker I chose was right next to
Marks and I was mesmerized as he slipped off his trunks and and finished
toweling off. I had never really seen another boys' butt other than mine
and there was something about it that made me just want to stare.  But
then I think he caught me staring and looked at me with a shy grin.
Blushing, I turned around and changed myself.

As we exited the locker room, the coach gave us each a catalog. The
catalog was filled with different brands of racing briefs and other
equipment. He told us that we needed to pick out three pairs of briefs
and bring the order form back the next day. As he was talking I was
thumbing through the catalog and couldn't stop staring at the cute boys
modeling the different styles and wondered if I would look as cute. Then
I imagined what Mark might look like.

Eventually Mark broke me out of my trance by offering a fist bump and
saying he would see me tomorrow. I grabbed my backpack and headed out to
my bike to ride home.

I spent a bunch of time that night looking at the catalog and the boys
who were wearing all sorts of racing briefs. I also picked he three I
wanted. The next day, my mom wrote a check for the briefs and I shoved it
into my backpack along with the order form.  Then I biked to school.

Throughout he day, I couldn't stop thinking about practice, getting my
first pair of speedos and horsing around with Mark. I was even hard most
of the day thinking about it.

When school let out, I dashed to my bike and pedaled to the Y.  When I
got there, I made my way to he coach's office and gave him my order form
and the check. He had a supply of most of the suits in the catalog, so he
rummaged around in a few boxes and handed me three pairs. One was simple
navy blue with a red stripe. Another I had chosen was white with tiny
stars all over it. The third one was solid red.

I thanked the coach and then headed toward the locker room. When I walked
in there were a bunch of boys already changing for practice. And then I
spotted Mark. He looked awesome in his tiny black speedo. The way it
barely covered him made him look sexy. It was the first time I recall
thinking of another boy that way. When he saw me, he was so excited to
see which suits I got.

By now most of the other swimmers had left the locker room and it was
just me and Mark as I began to change. Mark suggested I wear the white
one with the little stars. As I stepped into it and slid the brief up my
legs I had a chilling feeling and could feel myself getting aroused.
Nervously I asked Mark what he thought and he said I looked incredible. I
was still fiddling with he suit trying to figure out whether to tuck my
penis or just let it point upwards. Looking at Mark I could see he just
let his point up so I did the same.

The last step was to adjust the draw string. It was tightly knotted and I
had a hard time getting it loose. Without asking, Mark came over and
started working on the knot. Standing that close to another boy with
barely anything on was intoxicating. I could feel myself getting hard as
Mark worked on the knot. I think he noticed it too, as his hands kept
brushing against my penis.

He finally got the knot undone and retied it. Then, with his hands on my
hips he surprised me by leaning in to kiss me. I had never kissed a boy,
or anyone for that matter, but it felt great.  We were alone in the
locker room so neither of us worked about getting caught. By now we were
both fully embracing each other as our tongues danced together.

Suddenly we heard the door open so we broke apart, grabbed our towels and
headed toward the pool.