Date: Sat, 03 Jul 2021 16:26:42 -0400 From: Zyngaru Subject: Swimmer Boy Swimmer Boy by Zyngaru Email: Zyngaru@ml1.net Let me know what you think of his little story. I love hearing from readers. Nifty likes offering great stories. If you are enjoying their service, please consider donating to help with costs. Thank you. https://donate.nifty.org/ My name's Casper Middleton and I'm twelve years old. I love to swim. I'd stay in the pool all the time if mom would let me. As it is, I do spend most of my time, that I'm not either in school or home in bed, in the pool. I'm old school, I guess. I like wearing swim briefs. Not the Sports Jammers that go all the way down to your knees. Heck no. I like the smallest Sporti brief that I can get. The one I'm wearing right now is a Sporti Ninja with two and a half inch sides. The only thing it covers is my little penis, marble sized balls and firm bottom. Everything else is nothing but skin. I wear my hair buzzed also. I'd shave it bald, so I wouldn't have any hair on my body at all, but mom won't let me. Now me wearing my swim brief makes me the odd boy out at my swim club. Everyone else wears Sports Jammers. You would think being twelve the peer pressure to be like everyone else would push me to change my swim wear. It never will. Mom has also taught me to be my own person. To do what I think best and what I like, no matter what anyone else thinks. You ask, what about my dad. Never knew the man. I'm not even sure mom knows who he is. When she conceived me, mom was a free spirit. She moved with the hippie crowd. Well I guess they aren't called hippies in this millennium. My grandma was a true hippie back when they were actually called hippies. I love her stories of the free way they lived in what she called communes. She even talks about how my mom ran around naked when she was my age. Well, we don't live in a commune. I don't think they even exist anymore, so I don't get to run around naked like they all did. We recently moved here to the big city and I've only been going to this swim club for a month now. What I really like about it is that as long as they're open, I can practice, which means I can be in one of the seven pools they have as much as I want. I would like to be in the competition pool, but mostly I use one of the practice pools, like I'm doing today. I don't like to brag, but I'm the best swimmer in my division. I owe it all to practice, practice and more practice. Marcus: "Hey Casper. Mind if I join you for some laps?" Marcus is fifteen and the fastest swimmer in his division. Why? Because he practices, practices and practices. He practices almost as much as me, but not quite. I usually beat him here to the pool and I'm here long after he leaves. Today, I've only been here fifteen minutes before him. Me: "Sure. Jump in. We can swim laps together." Marcus is wearing his usual Speedo Endurance Jammer. It covers him from waist to knees. Way too much suit for my liking. Of course it fits just as tight as my Sporti fit me, so the outline of his penis is clearly visible, just like my penis is visible, only his is much bigger than mine. Since he doesn't have any underarm hair, I suspect he shaves and if he shaves his pits he probably shaves his pubes. Most teenaged swimmers do shave, even though they wear jammers so they really don't have to. It just seems to be a swimmer thing to be bald around your penis. I don't have to worry about that. I'm bald naturally. We swim back and forth in adjacent lanes. Neither of us are trying to out swim the other, just getting laps in to build up our endurance. We swim between fifteen and twenty laps before taking a break. We jump up out of the pool and lay on the deck on our backs as we rest. Marcus: "It's no wonder you're the fastest in the eleven/twelve/thirteen bracket, with as much practice as you put in." Me: "Hey! I like to swim. What can I say? They could be just as fast as me, if they put in the time like I do. I mean, you're faster than the other boys in your bracket. Including the older ones." Marcus: "True. I like to practice, just not as much as you." Me: "That's why I'll beat you some day." Marcus: "In your dreams." Me: "Challenge hey? Let's go." We both slide back into the pool and swim down and back all out. Of course Marcus beats me, but it's not a run away. I'm hot on his heels. Marcus: "You're getting faster. I only beat you by one body length." Me: "Told you. I'm going to beat you some day." Marcus: "I believe it. Um. Casper. You mind if I ask you something?" Me: "Sure. Ask away." Marcus: "Don't get mad or anything, I'm just curious is all, but why do you wear briefs instead of jammers? I mean briefs look so dorky. The other guys are even talking, wondering if you're gay?" I laugh. Me: "Ya, guys at my other club said stuff like that too. No, I'm not gay. Actually, I'm not anything yet, except a swimmer. I wear swim briefs because I like them. I like the way they fit and feel. I don't chafe or anything in them." Marcus: "Oh! Okay. I was just wondering. I mean you look awesome in them, just no one wears them anymore for competition, well I guess except for you." Me: "I like them and will probably always wear them. Well maybe not when I get old and fat. Swim briefs look horrible on old fat guys." Marcus: "You got that right. You ready for some more laps?" Me: "Yep. Always." So we swim more laps. We swim laps until I have to get out and go home. I really don't want to go home, but mom isn't going to let me live here. Me: "Well. I gotta go. Mom will be picking me up soon." Marcus: "Same here." So we both climb out of the pool and walk to the locker room and showers. No sooner inside the showers, we both pull off our suits to wash the chlorine out of them. I stand naked with my little one and a half inch penis laying over the top of my marble sized balls on display for Marcus. Marcus on the other hand is standing naked with his three and a half inch, thick pecker hanging over his ping pong ball sized balls on display. He's as bald as I am. Marcus: "This is the first time, I've seen you nakers. You look awesome. Too bad they don't let us swim naked." I've never had anyone tell me I look awesome naked. Normally boys don't talk about how other boys look when naked. But I guess since it's just the two of us here, Marcus feels comfortable about telling me this. I actually like hearing it from him. I mean, I live with my mom and swim all the time, so who would tell me how I look. Me: "Thanks. You look cool naked too. I wondered if you shaved or not. I usually don't get to see you older boys in the showers." Marcus: "Ya. With us having different training times, it's difficult to see each other, but I'm glad to see you today." Me: "Ya me too." Once we have our suits rinsed off good, we put them in the extractor so they can finish cleaning and dry while we shower. Marcus: "Oh! And all of us older boys shave, if you were curious. It's a swimmers thing." Me: "Ya. I thought you all did. I just wasn't sure." We both get under a shower head and begin rinsing our bodies off. Once we are good and wet, we get a glob of body wash in our hands and start rubbing it all over ourselves. I watch as Marcus washes his penis and balls and I know he's watching me do the same thing. All swimmers know, the most important place to wash thoroughly is your penis and balls, unless of course you like chaffing. Once we're well lathered up we step back under the shower and rinse off. I stay under the water and just let it soak me through and through. Marcus: "Casper. I noticed you didn't get your back. If you're okay with it? I could lather up your back for you." Now. I've never had anyone offer to wash my backside. Boys don't ever offer to do that for another boy. But Marcus just offered and I'm thinking why not. Me: "Sure go for it." I step out from under the shower spray and turn my back to Marcus. Soon I feel his hands rubbing my back with body wash. He starts from my neck, down over my shoulder blades and then to my butt. He even washes up in my crack before going down each of my legs. This feels so good. I mean I haven't had anyone wash me like this since I was like six or seven when mom used to give me bathes. Marcus: "I've got a lot of lather built up. I know you already got your front but since I got all this lather I could go over it again, if you want?" Okay. Marcus wants to wash my front? Do I want him washing and touching me like this? I mean he offered, so he wants to touch me. If he washes my front he's going to be touching my penis and balls. He's already washed my crack. But then I think. Why not. He's a boy. It ain't like he doesn't wash his own stuff. Me: "Okay. I guess." I turn around facing him. Marcus is smiling as he again begins with my neck and goes to my shoulders, but this time he washes down each of my arms and washes my hands and fingers, before going back up to wash my chest. He rubs my nipples over and over until they get hard, before he moves down to my belly and belly button, where he swirls his finger inside my innie belly button. Then to my surprise he moves past my penis and goes down each leg washing it along with my feet and toes. Then he comes back up rubbing the inside of my legs until he gets to my balls and pecker where he spends a long time rubbing around on them, until I get a full on three inch stiffie. The thing is, he doesn't stop. He keeps washing my stiffie until it's so hard, that I think it's going to break of. Then he smiles at me. Marcus: "Okay squeaky clean boy, back under the shower to rinse off." I do just that as my boner stays standing at attention. That was so awesome letting him wash me like that. It felt so good. Me: "Um. Marcus. My turn. Your backside needs washed too." Marcus: "Okay. Go for it." I can't believe a full teenager is going to let me wash him, but he is, because he steps out from under the shower and has his back to me. I do like him. I start up at his neck and work my way down his shoulder blades and back to his butt and crack and then down his legs. I come back up to his butt again and this time I reach up between his legs and touch his balls. Marcus gives a little jump when I touch him there. Me: "Okay. Turn around. I might as well get your front too." To my surprise, he turns around with his semi erect penis pointing at me and lets me wash his front. I follow his example and wash his neck, arms and hands first before going for his chest and nipples. As I'm making his nipples hard, I see his dick swelling up to a three-quarter bone. Marcus is getting a boner. Me washing him is giving him a boner. I move on down to his belly button and wash that good. I don't bypass his dick like he did mine, I wash it causing it to stand at full attention before I move to his ball sack, legs and feet. Once I get them good, I go back to his five inch boner and wash it, by rubbing up and down on it. I keep washing it until he starts moaning. That's when I stop and smile at the fact, that I just made a teenager get a boner. Me: "Okay Marcus. Under the shower and rinse off good." He does. I watch his boner staying up. My skinny three inch stiffie went down a long time ago. I can't believe how fat his boner is. I mean he's older than me, it's only natural his dick would be longer than mine but why is it so much fatter than mine. Mine ain't no bigger around than a pencil, but Marcus's bone is as big around as a toilet paper spool and as long as one too. Once he's good and rinsed off he steps out from under the shower head. Me: "Now you're squeaky clean too." Marcus: "Ya. I feel so much cleaner than when I do it myself." Me: "I do too." Marcus: "Maybe if we practice together again, we can wash each other so we can get squeaky clean?" Me: "Ya. I'd like that." We leave the showers, dry off and get dressed. Mom is waiting for me just outside the lockers, to take me home. I dream about washing Marcus and making him get a boner. I so can't wait to wash him again. Hopefully he practices late again tomorrow. The next afternoon after I finish training with my coach, I go to my locker, eat a snack, and then go to the practice pool to do some laps. There's a girl on the far side doing laps. I slip into the pool and start my own laps as we ignore each other. A half hour latter, after I have pretty much given up on Marcus he strolls in. Marcus: "Hey Casper." Me: "Hey Marcus. I almost gave up on you practicing today." Marcus: "No way. Coach just kept me longer to show me how to make my turns better is all." Me: "So you ready to do some laps." Marcus: "Of course." As we start swimming the girl gets out of the pool, smiles at Marcus and leaves. We swim laps for about forty five minutes before getting out of the pool to stretch out and rest. Me: "You know that girl likes you." Marcus: "What girl?" Me: "The girl that was swimming laps when you came in and smiled at you when she left." Marcus: "Did she smile? I didn't notice" Me: "I bet all the girls smile at you." Marcus: "I don't know. I'm too busy swimming to pay them any mind." Me: "Ya right. You know if you wore a Speedo Brief, the girls would do more than just smile at you." Marcus: "Ya. And if you swam naked they would smile at you too." Me: "No way. Even bare ass naked, girls wouldn't look at me, like they do you." Marcus: "It's late. No one else is going to be practicing this late. I dare you to take the Sporti off and swim bare." Me: "No way! I can't swim naked. Not in here." Marcus: "Why not. No one but me will see you." Me: "But it ain't allowed." Marcus: "So. You saying you ain't never broke some rules?" Me: "Not like this. I can't." Marcus: "You might be able to swim fast enough to beat me if you're naked. You know, less drag!" I don't answer back right away. I have to think about this. I am faster. Less drag will make me even faster. But will losing the Sporti make me fast enough to beat him? Me: "Probably not enough to beat you." Marcus: "Maybe. But enough to get you close enough to tie me." Me: "Nah. I probably be lucky to just make it to your waist." Marcus: "I'll tell you what. You swim fast enough to pull on my jammer at the finish and I'll give you a very special reward." Me: "What's the reward?" Marcus: "Not saying. It's a surprise. So you going to go for it?" Me: "Okay. But we gotta do it quick in case someone comes in." Marcus: "Fair enough. Take them off." I look around at the empty pool, knowing it's going to stay empty, no one comes in here this late, but still, I'm going to be naked and I sure don't want anyone seeing me. I tug on my briefs trying to get them down as I lay on the pool deck. Marcus: "You need a hand?" Me: "Maybe. They're difficult to get down when wet." Before I know it, Marcus has a hold of my Sporti and is pulling it down past my knees leaving my dick in plain sight. Soon he has them off and I'm naked, where I'm not supposed to be naked. I quickly jump into the pool. At least in the pool it's not so obvious that I'm naked. Marcus jumps in right beside me. We take our marks and off we go. The whole time I'm thinking of that Tom Sawyer/Huck Finn movie where they swim butt naked and their butts are sticking up out of the water. I bet mine is just as exposed as their's was. The thing is, I'm keeping up with Marcus. Maybe the Sporti does cause just enough drag for me to not beat him. At the turn I'm just a little ways behind but still close enough to pull his jammers. Half way back he's pulling away just a little. At the finish I'm just barely able to grab his jammer leg opening and tug it. Me: "I did it. I swam faster. Who would have thought that swimming nakers is faster?" Marcus: "That sure proves it." Me: "My reward. I want my reward." Marcus: "Okay. Climb out of the pool and lay down and I'll give you your reward." I'm all about getting rewarded for meeting goals. So I quickly climb out of the pool and lie on the deck still naked and wait for Marcus. He climbs out and gets down on his knees beside me and to my shock he grabs my pecker and begins playing with it. I don't believe what's happening. Yes, he washed it yesterday, but this ain't washing, this is playing. A teenager is playing with my dick. Of course I get a stiffie. I always get stiffies when I play with my dick. But Marcus doesn't stop he just keeps playing with it. Marcus: "Now for your reward. You're going to feel odd. You might even feel like you need to pee, but don't worry. Your dick is hard, you aren't going to pee. Just lie there and let me give you your special reward." I'm totally confused now. Instead of playing with my dick, Marcus starts rubbing it up and down. Every time he rubs over my dick head I squirm with delight. It feels awesome. Then I start feeling strange in my tummy and around my balls. It's like something's trying to get out. It's the oddest feeling I've ever had. Then I feel the need to pee. But Marcus warned me about that and he just keeps stroking my stiffie. My butt cheeks start clinching. My tummy tightens. I feel like screaming, in a good way. My butt comes up off the deck and I do scream. My entire body shutters and I tremble from head to toe, before collapsing back onto the deck. I just lay there with the biggest smile on my face. Marcus: "So, I'm assuming your reward was satisfactory." Me: "Heck ya. I'll swim naked all the time if you give me that reward." Marcus: "In that case, lets get back into the pool and swim laps until time to leave and I'll give you your reward again in the showers." We swim laps for another half hour before climbing out of the pool. I pick up my discarded Sporti and we go to the showers. After rinsing our suits out and putting them in the extractor we get in the showers. This time we don't even bother to wash ourselves. We wash each other. Sure enough when Marcus washes my dick, he makes it do that thing again. I don't collapse this time, but I'm still wobbly on my feet for a few seconds as Marcus holds me up. Then it's my turn to wash him. I do the usual, but when I get to his boner, I don't stop once I've played with it awhile. Instead I grab it and stroke it up and down like he did mine. I don't say a word and neither does Marcus. He just lets me stroke on his bone. I watch as his entire body tenses up. I can see his butt cheeks clinching. His tummy sucks in very tight. He's gritting his teeth and he's going up on his tip toes as I continue to stroke his boner up and down. His dick twitches in my hand which feels funny. I want to make it do that more, so I stroke around the very end of his dick more and sure enough it twitches every time I touch that ridge around his dick head. I love making it do that. I'm assuming Marcus likes it too. I can't really tell because his eyes are shut tight. He's moaning like crazy. Then he goes up on his toes and he screams and his entire body jumps forward and this stuff comes squirting out his dick all over me. It's thick and white and warm. I have no idea what it is, but before I can get out of the way, he squirts me two more times. My chest and tummy are covered in the stuff. He finally stops squirting and I let go of his dick. Marcus opens his eyes. He takes one look at me covered in whatever he just squirted out and laughs boisterously. I have the stuff on my hands, fingers, belly, chest, legs, feet and even some on my arm. Marcus: "It looks like I'm going to have to wash you all over again." Then he goes back to laughing. I can't help it. I laugh too. Whatever this stuff is, it's sticky and doesn't just run off me. Marcus grabs some more body wash and washes me squeaky clean once again from head to toe. It's getting late so we have to dry off and get dressed before they lock up the building. Mom is waiting for me, so I have to take off without saying a whole lot to Marcus. We both leave smiling though.