Joining the Swim Team

Summary: 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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Cast of characters:

• Joey (19). The main character. A shy and submissive boy who fantasizes about being used by athletic men but sometimes struggles to accept his true desires.

• Oliver (20). Joey's confident, extroverted best friend, and the (main) object of his affections. He comes up with the idea of joining a gay swim team.

• David (28). He's the team's best swimmer, leading others to call him `captain'. Tall and quiet, he enjoys toying with Joey's submissive nature.

• Lukas (23). A foul-mouthed, muscular swimmer. His youthful features are contrasted with his dominant demeanour and imposing physique.

• Adam (25). An assertive boy and confident swimmer; he is Nicolas's boyfriend.

• Nicolas (25). Adam's cheeky boyfriend. He encourages Joey to lean into his submissive tendencies.

• Coach Nate (36). The team's coach. He loves his athletes and tries to act responsibly, but he also loves using Joey for his own sexual pleasure.

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IV -- Submission

Hot steam filled the air in the locker room. It had become a familiar sensation for Joey after almost two months of being a swimmer and attending practice. Globules of sweat had formed on his arms, reminding him of the few times he'd been in a sauna when he was much younger. Joey also quickly got used to the casual nakedness that came with being a swimmer in this team. All other members walked around the locker room completely exposed, their soft dicks hanging loose as they got undressed, taking off their tight speedos and walking to the showers. They would joke around and slap each other on the ass -- a sign of their tight bond, almost like a brotherhood. It wasn't unusual for some of them, mainly Lukas and Adam, to hang around after practice and chat while naked, playing absentmindedly with their dicks as they discussed plans for the weekend.

Every single time, it was a feast for Joey's eyes -- hot, firm skin everywhere he looked, with muscles tensing and chlorinated water dripping down his friends' bodies no matter where he turned. At first, he tried to impress every image into his memory, stealing glances at his teammates so he could replay the moments later in his head. Adam standing up on a locker room bench being rowdy as usual, his hairy legs and feet towering over him as Joey bent down to reach into his sports bag; Lukas's hardening dick as he played with himself, watching Nicolas scrub his ass in the showers, exposed to everyone who dared to look in his direction; Coach Nate's lingering hand on the swimmers' shoulders, asking them to flex their muscles.

That was then. After a while, Joey had fully adapted to the team culture. He too liked getting naked with the guys just to catch up before a shower, having a good time and enjoying the comradery in the locker room. The atmosphere would still be charged with sexual tension from time to time as the boys would get horny and their flirty remarks turned from inoffensive jokes to dirty talk, usually directed towards Joey. Nevertheless, he enjoyed the feeling of freedom that came with it. So did Oliver, who took the longest to relax and let loose, but after noticing how carefree Joey seemed to be, he also joined in on the fun. Just the other week after practice, the two friends ended up wrestling naked on the floor for a few minutes, Oliver's dick pressing into Joey's leg as he pinned him down, trying to get back at him for some friendly teasing.

That day, the others had all showered quickly after practice and left the gym early, including Coach Nate. Other than Joey and Oliver, who usually went back home together, only David stayed late. The team captain was showering in the stall overlooking the rest of the locker room, dead center, offering an enticing view to anyone facing him. Joey was searching through his bag before he headed for the shower himself when he caught the team captain's gaze. David was standing there, tall as always, stroking his dick with his eyes fixed on Joey. The boy was taken aback for a second before David gestured at him to come over. Joey followed suit.

He walked over slowly to the shower stall, his red Speedos feeling tighter with every step. Joey had seen David's cock before, on many occasions, but he had never been alone with the team captain before. Not like this. He had been looking forward to the day when David would make a pass at him, ever since the older boy granted him his first kiss, back when Joey first joined the team. He dreamed of David's soft lips, his quiet confidence, his small waist and toned body, pale as snow. Unfortunately, other than some texts where he'd tease Joey every once in a while, the two had only ever interacted in a group setting.

When Joey reached the stall, David quickly hugged his arm around the boy's head, pushed him against his chest and whispered in his ear: "I've seen you staring. You're not subtle."

Joey felt his cheeks go red. "Can I do anything for you, David?"

The other boy laughed. "Look at you, so subservient. I hardly recognize you. Where's that shy boy who walked into this gym a couple of months ago?" David ruffled Joey's hair. "You're such a little slut now. Walked right over as soon as I called you. Good boy."

Joey's head was still pushed against David's chest, and even though the team captain had started showering, Joey immediately noticed the intense scent of David's body after swim practice. It was a mix of chlorine, sweat and his cologne; David smelled like vanilla and tobacco, sweet and spicy at the same time. He wanted to push his face against his hairy armpit to savor the taste, but David had locked him in with his arm, whispering indecent words into his ear.

"Can you feel my hard cock against you, Joey? I bet you want to taste it."

Everything was happening so quickly and although Joey wasn't expecting it, he had learned to always stay ready for some action. In fact, he sometimes went home disappointed after swim practice if nothing would happen to encourage any of his sexual fantasies.

"Yes, please!" Joey immediately shouted, "But..." He glanced to the right. Oliver was also showering a few stalls away, and Joey was still hesitant about involving his best friend in his sexual escapades with the team. He was thrilled when he got spanked and used in front of Oliver, but he wasn't ready to actually suck someone off -- and not just anyone, but the team captain -- a few meters away from his friend.

David followed Joey's gaze and immediately understood. He thought it was sweet how the two boys, these two childhood friends, were so considerate towards one another. David had seen the way they looked at each other, how highly Joey spoke of Oliver, and how Oliver always looked out for his buddy. He also realized how oblivious they both were to their own feelings. Joey had made strides in accepting who he was -- a horny slutboy who needed older and bigger men to dominate him -- and in casting aside any feelings of shame or modesty, but Oliver remained his Achilles heel. Joey was too concerned about what his friend thought of him and was overly cautious of embarrassing him.

On the other hand, David quickly figured out Oliver's true feelings as well. He remembered how the boy looked on during Joey's initiation, captivated by the scene unfolding before him. There was no faking it, or so David thought -- it was clear that Oliver wanted Joey, in the same way that the rest of the team did. Oliver probably wished it was his hand that swatted hard on Joey's ass, his cum on Joey's face, and his finger pushing into Joey's hole. It was time for David to give the two friends a gentle, friendly push in the right direction -- and if it meant toying with Joey a little more, all the better.

As the hot shower stream kept running, David grabbed Joey's face with his hand and pressed it with his fingers. He brought the boy's lips close to his own and Joey felt David's warm breath on him.

"Do as I say. Get on your knees, boy."

Joey quickly complied -- he knew better than to disobey. His legs hit the wet floor of the shower stall and David's cock was standing at full attention inches away from his lips. David was definitely a `shower'; his big dick pointed downwards even while hard, and Joey took his time admiring it. It was thick and smooth, with a large head that looked bigger than the shaft. Joey was about to shove his face into it to take in the smell, letting David's cock sit on his cheek for a while, but the team captain raised his foot and pushed Joey down.

"Someone's hungry." He looked at Joey's confused expression and immediately explained: "This is a lesson on patience and restraint. I want to see how desperate you are for cock. You're going to sit down there and watch me jerk off. You can look but you can't touch."

His mouth agape, Joey stared at the team captain slowly stroking his dick in front of him. He had just received front-row tickets to the most exciting private show. Joey held eye contact with David for only a minute before his eyes inevitably travelled down to the swimmer's hard cock. He looked at David's balls, bouncing slowly and making a slapping sound as they hit his inner thigh with each tug. Joey's erection was now impossible to ignore, but David quickly shut him down when he tried to remove his speedo.

"Don't you dare take your little dick out. Focus on me and me only," David said, smirking as he looked at the greedy boy kneeling at his feet. Joey looked adorable, practically salivating as he stared at David's manhood. His dick was fully hard now, almost the size of Joey's entire face.

"Please, David..." Joey begged. "Let me taste it." He put his tongue out.

David grazed Joey's tongue with his cockhead, letting him taste a single drop of precum before he walked back again. His tall, muscular body hit the shower stream again and drops of hot water started falling over him, wetting some of Joey's messy hair in the process. David was having the time of his life torturing the boy.

"That's all you get for now. I'm going to cum all over your face and all you can do is watch. Put your hands behind your back. I'll use you as my personal cumrag. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, please," Joey whimpered, already thinking about David's hot cum on his face.

"How much do you want it? Tell me," David egged him on.

"I want you to cum on my face," Joey whispered, aware that Oliver was not too far from the shower stall they were in.

"Louder. Or I'll stop right now and walk away."

"Please, David," Joey suddenly raised his voice to a normal volume. "You're so hot. I want your cock so much."

"How long have you wanted this? Show me how keen you are," David kept teasing him. With his hand wrapped tight around his dick, his jerking got faster and more intense; his fist almost smacked Joey's lips a handful of times.

It was like a switch had been flipped inside Joey's heart. He was sweating, partly due to the steam permeating the locker room air but also from how desperately horny he was. He couldn't risk David walking away -- and this little game was turning him on to no end. Lukas had also degraded him, called him names, and slapped him around, but this was a different type of humiliation. David wanted Joey to do all the work, to debase himself in front of the team captain. Joey had to show him how much of a whore he was. It was the least he could do for a small taste of David's load.

"I want -- no, I need your cock, David..." Joey began saying. "I've been fantasizing about you since the first time I saw you. I want to taste you, I want to lick you all over and worship you. I want you to shove your cock down my throat. Grab my face and use me as you see fit, please. I'll be your slave." He met David's eyes on the last sentence, finally averting his gaze from the team captain's erection.

"You're a dirty little boy." David slapped his cock down hard on Joey's face as a reward. "Take your speedos off."

Joey did as he was told. He hastily slipped his swimming briefs off and threw them off towards the corner of the shower stall, where the floor met the back wall. He got back on his knees -- where he belonged -- inches away from David's cock. It looked ready to release, pulsating as it pointed straight towards Joey's lips.

"Now listen to me," David blurted out. "Go back to the lockers and look through my bag. Get the toy that's in there and bring it over -- it's an order. And be quick, unless you want your friend to see you," he chuckled.

Joey ran over, careful not to slip and fall. It was a short trip and he instantly found David's bag. He didn't have the time to wonder what he was looking for. He looked through his black sports bag, looking for anything that could fit the description of a toy. He found a black fleshlight, an artificial anal sex toy. Did David use this in his spare time? His excitement left him no time to think.

Joey walked back to the shower stall. "Is this what you meant, David?"

The tall swimmer got the toy off Joey's hands and started using it on himself. "Get back down," he commanded Joey.

David's cock slipped into the toy smoothly, and as much as Joey hated being denied the sight of the man's hard-on, he loved watching David pleasuring himself like this. The team captain looked at him with a hint of scorn, and Joey loved it. He was a dirty slut at David's service and reveled in being treated this way.

Joey was too engrossed in watching David masturbate to focus on his own erection. He glanced at the swimmer's smooth, toned body, his strong legs and big feet -- Joey wanted to reach out and kiss him: first, his thighs, then his calves, and at last grovel and take David's feet into his mouth as well. He wanted to show him how devoted Joey was to him, how pleasing him (and other members of the team) was the most important thing for him.

However, Joey stopped himself before he acted on his thoughts -- he didn't know if he was allowed to touch David. While being punished sounded like Joey's idea of fun, and anything would have been worth getting a taste of David's body, he remembered that he was only there under David's conditions. He had to play by his rules... then maybe David would reward him.

Joey also couldn't take his eyes off the captain's dick going in and out of the toy. With every stroke, the boy pictured David ramming his cock into Joey's hole instead. It could happen after the next swim practice, in this same shower stall again: he could pin Joey against the wall and hold his hands behind his back while he pounded his ass mercilessly, with the same force he was putting into his thrusts with the fleshlight.

David's balls kept hitting the toy's plastic base and seemed to tighten as he got closer to his climax. Joey noticed David's moans getting louder as he shut his eyes firmly. He couldn't let the opportunity pass him by and finally spoke up:

"Please, David... Finish in my mouth. Let me taste you."

The captain smirked and pushed his fingers into Joey's mouth. "This is all you're getting for now, kid... You have to work for this cock."

Joey was glad to at least get to have some of David and accepted the swimmer's fingers into his mouth. He pretended as if they were his dick, and started going up and down two fingers, then three. Joey used his tongue and showed as much enthusiasm as he could, maintaining eye contact with David to prove himself.

"Fuck, yes," David started panting. "You're such a good boy. You really want this cock, don't you..."

"Mmmh..." Joey could only moan with his mouth full.

David pushed his fingers up and down Joey's throat, getting into a rhythm as he used his other hand to pleasure himself with the toy. "You're going to make me cum, you dirty slut..."

Joey groaned again with pleasure. His dick had been hard for so long and had begun to release drops of precum without any stimulation. The boy sucked on David's fingers more intensely, anticipating his orgasm.

The team captain grunted vigorously and his whole body jerked suddenly, releasing what seemed to be multiple shots of cum deeply into the toy. With David's fingers still in his mouth, Joey's parted his lips slightly, in awe of what had just happened.

"There you go," David spoke suddenly, "Here's your prize."

The swimmer slipped the toy off, then held it vertically over Joey's awaiting face. Straight away, hot ropes of cum fell on the kneeling boy's cheeks and lips. Joey tried his best to flick his tongue around and catch as much as he could, but even when he succeeded, more cum landed on his face. David had shot a big load and it was being delivered, bit by bit, straight onto Joey.

"Do you want to see if you can get it yourself?" David threw the toy at him like a dog.

Joey waited for no further instructions and dived tongue first into the fleshlight, attempting to catch any cum that was left in it. He also tried to have a taste of David's cock, since the toy had been rammed by it for the last five minutes. Joey couldn't get enough; his face was sticky and completely covered with white cum, and yet he wanted more. He knew what he must have looked like to the other man: a pathetic slut, his ass up in the air, sinking his tongue into a used fleshlight. The plastic taste of the toy didn't bother Joey one bit, especially when he managed to get a taste of any remaining drop of David's load.

The captain enjoyed the view of Joey diving desperately for more of his seed. The boy had been a good sport and did exactly as instructed. He looked better with his face covered in cum -- it suited him, actually. Then David got an idea, thinking about someone else who would probably appreciate the sight of a cum-covered Joey just as much as him. He took the toy off Joey's hands and looked at him squarely in the eye.

"Listen to me, boy. I want you to get up and I want you to walk over to Oliver's shower stall. He's probably just about finished washing himself. I want him to see you like this."

"But..." Joey started protesting. "David, you can't --"

"I won't take no for an answer," the man replied, about to slap him. He then softened his voice: "If you do that, I'll let you take home some of my boxers. I wore them while I was working out and they're still in my bag. Show Oliver what your face looks like. How much of a slut you are. Do that, and you get to keep my underwear, so you can smell it and think of my cock whenever you want."

Joey hesitated for a second, then gathered the courage he needed, and headed straight for Oliver. Although his dick had started softening, he hadn't gotten his release yet and was still horny. The idea of David's boxers gave him a rush of excitement and nothing and no one could stand in his way. He was already picturing himself in his room, taking the underwear out of his drawers any time he wanted, burying his face where the team captain's bulge had been. He left David and approached his best friend, who was showering a few stalls down.

When Joey reached him, Oliver was facing the shower, running his fingers through his almost jet-black hair. Joey stared at his friend's muscular back, and his toned ass, covered by just a bit of fuzz. He was jaw-droppingly beautiful, Joey thought; a confusing mix of lust, love, and admiration instantly overwhelmed him. Joey felt his dick twitch and briefly wished he could live in that shower stall forever, spending eternity with the vision of a wet, naked Oliver. Backing down would have been easier, but he took some initiative and addressed his friend before he got caught staring.

"Hey, Ollie -- sorry, it's me, Joey. Can I borrow some shower gel? I forgot mine."

"Oh. Sure, buddy," Oliver spoke softly before turning around. He opened his eyes and looked at his best friend's face, covered in what could only be someone's cum -- probably David's, Oliver immediately guessed, as he was the only other person in the locker room with them. Some of the cum had started to dry already, but Joey kept smiling at him seemingly unfazed.

Oliver handed Joey his bottle of shower gel, looking at him completely dumbfounded. He had seen Joey in plenty of racy situations, but usually, it was the other team members who started it and pushed him to his limits. Now, Joey voluntarily approached him, fully aware of what he looked like.

"Thanks, Ollie. I owe you one!" Joey smiled before casually walking away.

Oliver turned the shower off and tried to gather his thoughts. Did Joey do that to flirt with him? What was he trying to accomplish? As these questions ran through Oliver's mind, he also couldn't shake off the thought that there was something incredibly sexy about Joey's face covered in cum. Oliver wondered if David forced him to suck him off, or if Joey offered to do it as part of his after-practice services. It was probably a bit of both. Where did it happen? Why didn't he get to see it?

When Oliver decided to walk away and get dressed, he then realized something he should have noticed sooner.

He had gotten a boner as soon as he saw Joey, and it was still there, pointing up and demanding his attention.

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The first few notes of a popular song started playing from Oliver's headphones. The boy was sitting on his bed, waiting for the swim team captain and new friend David to arrive at his apartment. The two would sometimes text, sharing funny pictures or making small talk, but that weekend David had asked Oliver if he wanted to hang out -- `no specific plans, just chilling', as the older man put it. It had been a few days since Joey pushed the boundaries of his friendship with Oliver by walking into his friend showering, grinning from ear to ear with his face painted with someone's load.

After that moment, Oliver had spent every afternoon jerking off to his best friend: at first, he pictured himself giving Joey a facial, landing multiple shots of cum on him. First on his cheeks, then some in his hair too; in his fantasies, Joey just had to accept it and say thanks after, like a good whore. After a while, however, Oliver mixed his fantasy up: it didn't matter whether it was David, Lukas, Adam, Nicolas, or even Coach Nate -- in fact, sometimes he would picture all of them standing next to each other, looming over a naked and helpless Joey, sticking his tongue out and ready to receive some hot jock load. Oliver recognized that what got him off was knowing that Joey had probably been instructed to let other people see his face looking like that. He walked around the locker room with cum all over his face like a badge of honor; he showed how far he would go to please the men around him.

Thinking about all of this again made Oliver more excited, just as the song in his ears got progressively more intense. His dick started to harden and he wondered whether he had time to rub one out before David arrived... just as the doorbell rang. Oliver looked around his bedroom nervously one last time, trying to see what the captain would say about the décor. He liked David and hadn't realized until then how much he cared about his opinion. Oliver walked steadily to the front door and opened the door for the other man.

David stood there with athletic black shorts and an oversized red t-shirt, and Oliver noticed how unusual it was to see the team captain in anything other than a tight red speedo. He weirdly looked taller than he already was, although his lean and toned body was now hidden underneath layers of thin fabric. David had a 6-pack of beers under his arm and flashed a smile to Oliver as soon as the boy opened the door.

"Can I come in?" David asked expectantly.

"Yeah, of course, man." Oliver let him come in and closed the door behind him. "Thanks for bringing some beer! I'll save you the tour, my apartment is a mess. But we can hang in my room, I'll put some nice music on."

"Sure, I'm easy," the older boy replied, trying to make Oliver feel more comfortable.

The two first sat on Oliver's bed, but as the night went on, they ended up sitting on the floor, drinking cold beer and laughing heartily as if they had been friends forever. After a bit of small talk about swimming, David brought up the film posters hung up on the wall of Oliver's bedroom, and the conversation flowed naturally from there. Oliver explained that he fancied himself a film buff, whereas Joey was more the bookish type. Despite differences like that, they had always gotten along and loved to share their passions with each other. David couldn't help but smile as he got to know more details about the friendship between the two boys and found it sweet to see how Oliver's face would light up when he spoke about his buddy.

"I'm glad I asked you to hang out, Oliver -- you're a cool guy," David said very earnestly. They had been hanging out for hours and his remark caught Oliver by surprise for how sudden it was.

"Oh... sure, thanks," Oliver replied, taken aback by the other boy's sincerity. "I'm glad the team captain is not as scary in real life as he is in the pool." They both laughed.

"Can I ask you something?" David spoke a bit more softly. He was just as tipsy as Oliver was; they had finished the beers and had moved on to some rum that Oliver found somewhere in his apartment. David was leaning forward, and the initial distance between their bodies had shrunk compared to when the night started -- their bare feet were almost touching. Oliver nodded.

"Have you and Joey ever hooked up?"

"Uh... No -- I..." Oliver blushed and tried to collect himself. He saw himself as a laidback guy, sexually open and often willing to talk about any kind of topic -- except for Joey. His best friend was like a weak spot for him, and the urge to protect him at all times meant that Oliver found it uncomfortable to talk about him romantically or sexually. Still, he was drunk, and David -- his authority, his confident and nonchalant attitude -- got Oliver to loosen up. "He doesn't even know I'm bi," Oliver admitted at last.

"What?! But you're best friends," David blurted out. He quickly regained his composure, afraid of sounding judgmental. "Surely he must suspect something after all this time -- and you've even joined our gay swim team. Wasn't it your idea?"

"Yeah, well..." Oliver scratched his head. "I thought I'd do that for him. He's always been so shy, even around me." The boy's mind was suddenly flooded with pictures of Joey over the past few months: naked around the locker room, manhandled by the other swimmers, being spanked over the coach's lap, with cum on his face and his little perky ass. "I guess my plan worked."

"Was this plan for Joey's benefit or yours?" David acknowledged what had been left unspoken for so long. His words hit the bullseye on Oliver's heart. His question was slightly accusatory, but his smile and his demeanor made it seem more like friendly teasing. Oliver's heart rate rose and he immediately became aware of how hot the temperature was in his room.

Oliver wasn't sure whether he could trust David with his true feelings or not, and he wondered whether the man sitting across him was genuinely curious or if he was only looking for some fun gossip. The alcohol in Oliver's system decided for him.

"I have thought about having sex with Joey ever since we joined the team." The words started coming out all at once, and Oliver found himself unable to stop. "It's so fucking hot to see you guys use him all the time. I kinda want to join in on the fun, but --"

"Who says you can't?"

Oliver and David looked at each other. Their eyes were full of longing, and the already tense atmosphere turned lustful. It was as if time stood still; the two boys kept eyeing each other and the only sound came from Oliver's laptop, which had been playing house music for the past couple of hours. Empty beer bottles lay on the floor and the dim lights in Oliver's room cast dark shadows over both boys' faces. David placed a hand on Oliver's bare thigh and went in for a kiss. As soon as his lips touched Oliver's, any hesitation was gone. David's tongue tasted salty in Oliver's mouth, and the boy pulled the team captain closer by grabbing the base of his neck.

They kissed for a long time, giving in to their mutual desire. It wasn't the first time Oliver had hooked up with a boy, but it was the first time he'd felt this intensely. While Joey was the star of his fantasies of late, Oliver certainly enjoyed being surrounded by hot athletes just as much as his friend did. David then kissed the other's neck, causing Oliver to groan with pleasure. Both boys were very experienced, and it didn't take long for them to lose their clothes. They stood up to take their shorts off, then their t-shirts, ending up naked in the same sitting arrangement as before, facing each other on Oliver's bedroom floor.

Oliver lifted his leg and placed it over David's, his knee slightly pushed into the team captain's dick. They looked beautiful together; two jocks' bodies intertwining as they continued kissing. Oliver's tanned, olive skin looked even darker next to David's pale complexion, and their dicks -- now both hard and pleading for any sort of contact -- also couldn't be more different. Oliver's was uncut, thick, and rising over two large balls that were covered in a light fuzz of dark hair. On the other hand, David's dick was circumcised, veiny, and maybe the longest out of everyone on the team other than Lukas. He also kept himself fully shaved -- a habit of his after so many years of swimming.

What they did have in common, was sexual experience and a penchant for dominance. Their embraces were almost a struggle as each boy pushed his tongue into the other's mouth. They grabbed each other's hair and pushed their faces closer together; they both wanted more: more kissing, more tongue, more force. David then moved slightly to kneel over Oliver, who was still sitting down. The older man grabbed both boys' hard cocks and started jerking them off together.

"Tell me what you'd like to do to Joey, Oliver," David whispered in his ear.

"I want to fuck him -- hard." The captain could feel Oliver's hot breath on his neck. "I want him bent over waiting for me after practice. I'll fuck him in front of everyone. Show him who he really belongs to." Oliver instantly understood the type of game David wanted to play, and he was more than happy to join in, revealing his filthiest desires and fantasies to the other man.

David grinned devilishly when he heard those words. He finally got Oliver to disclose what he'd been thirsting after for so long. It was time for the finishing touch.

"I'll get the boys to hold him down for you. Hold his cheeks open for you to ram your cock into. Make it hurt -- he'll like it just as much as you will."

Oliver moaned. "Fuck... David -- Fuck yeah..." The friction of his cock rubbing against David's was driving him wild.

"Don't cum yet, Oliver. Keep going."

"I..." Oliver was gasping for breath, focusing on not shooting his load yet. He wanted to keep this going as long as possible. "I'll shove my cock inside him over and over. Make him ask for it when his ass is empty. And then I'll force it back in even harder."

"Fuck yes," David encouraged him. "Give that little bitch what he deserves."

The scene both boys were building together, coupled with the dirty talk, pushed Oliver to his limit. He could normally last twice as long, but to finally admit his feelings for Joey in front of someone else, to talk about him this way with a friend felt dirtier, more taboo. It was one of the most intense sexual experiences he'd ever had. His whole body was burning with desire, and although David had taken charge, he couldn't take his hands off the other man. Oliver kept touching the team captain as he spoke, alternating between grabbing his shoulders and squeezing his strong pecs.

"I'll cum inside him first and lube him up for you guys. Make my cum drip down his legs as you all fuck him just as hard. We'll teach him how to be a little bottom slut," Oliver added, still breathing into David's neck. He could smell the sweat forming on both their bodies, as drops of it fell on his back from David's face and hair.

"We'll fucking destroy his hole. It won't be as tight once I'm done with him. And when I'm done, he'll thank me for making him the cumdump he was meant to be all along. I'll fuck him any time I want to. He'll come over to my apartment and he'll let me use him as I see fit. I'll bend him over and use his ass when I need release. He'll worship me as his master."

Oliver didn't need any more of David's encouragement. He kept talking as he imagined Joey's pink hole stretched by his cock, and his friend's desperate moans played in his head along with David panting next to him. Any of the tenderness Oliver felt for Joey vanished, overtaken by lust. David kept stroking both boys' dicks with his hand; their hard erections rubbed against one another and they were both about to reach their climax. David could feel Oliver's balls tighten against his own as they slapped against one another with each tug.

"Cum for me, Oliver. Pretend it's Joey's hole you're filling."

"Fuck yes," Oliver grunted hoarsely. "Oh yeah -- fuck!"

With a last moan, Oliver came all over himself. Multiple shots of cum flew at his face, then some on David's. The older man didn't take long either. He felt Oliver's thick cock pulsating in his hand, rubbing against his own manhood as David continued stroking. Then, he came too. More cum landed on Oliver's chest and abs, getting mixed with his from moments before. Oliver was still trying to catch his breath and David got to see the boy's post-coital expression: his mouth open, his brows somewhat furrowed and sweat dripping down his hair and forehead. His chest and six-pack were entirely covered in white fluid, and David could not resist the sight before him. He dove down and licked all the cum up, getting a feel for Oliver's body in the process and teasing him slightly with his tongue. He tasted Oliver's cum and his own, mixing them in his mouth. He then looked briefly at Oliver and kissed him deeply, making him taste himself. Their tongues connected, and the two boys made out for a while despite their exhaustion.

It was David who broke the silence first. He smiled at Oliver: "Let's hope next time it'll be Joey tasting your load."

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"Hey Coach, it's David." Coach Nate woke up from a nap when his phone rang. Spring had been approaching and he woke up sweaty despite only wearing loose shorts. His team captain's voice met him on the other end of the line. David's voice had a mischievous tone to it.

"Hey, buddy. Sorry, I was asleep. What's up?" the older man replied with a deep voice.

"I was thinking... isn't the big swim meet up next week?"

Coach Nate knew what David was talking about. An event was held in a nearby town every year, with a bunch of gay teams meeting up for networking purposes. Both he and the rest of the team had met many friends through these conferences, and although David and the others referred to it as `the big swim meetup', athletes who played every type of sport would attend. Usually, people listened to one or two talks and then used the rest of the day -- and night -- to hang out and party. Nate's hand instinctively travelled to his hardening boner as he recalled some of the shenanigans he and some of the other swimmers had got up to during some of those meetups in the past few years.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot," the coach replied. "What about it?"

"You should ask Joey and Oliver to join you," David explained. "Hear me out -- I had an idea."

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