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This is based on true, recent first-hand experience and I would like to state that in no way am I a creepy, obese 40-year old man vicariously living as a high school athlete through my literary homoeroticism.
Swim and Sauna - Chapter One
It was a hot, humid September day, and Matt's body was glistening with sweat. He admired himself in the locker room mirror, dressed only in black boxers, powerful and statuesque at 6' 2". He enjoyed the silence that wouldn't last much longer.
This was the first high school swim team practice of the season. Matt was a senior at St. Francis' High, San Francisco. St. Francis' was a high end school, and only the richest applicants were let in. St. Francis' was top in California for its athletics, and there was alot of interaction between the atheletes of different, shall we say 'disciplines.'
Matt had been on the swim team since he was a freshman. He was made captain of the team (a do-nothing position, really) last year, for he'd always been the fastest competitor for his school, as well for most of the state. Naturally, he knew where the pool was and took the liberty of getting there before any of the rowdy newcomers arrived.
"Another year, another champion." Matt said as he ran his finger from his belly button, across a well-defined six pack to a soft, pink nipple. His skin was smooth, creamy and hairless, still slightly tanned from the wild summer before. He dropped his hand from his breast and ran it through his mid-length brown hair. He scanned his elegant facial features and looked deep into his pale-green eyes. "Oh yeah, you'll knock `em dead."
Matt heard a sort of rumbling coming down the stairs to the change-rooms. "Oh man, you are such a `tard!" a familiar voice yelled from outside the change-room door, and in rushed 2 equally familiar faces. One was Tom, a shorter, East Indian boy. He was small, weak, and not a particularly adept swimmer, but what he lacked in talent and power, he made up for in determination. The other was Danny, a short, slender Russian boy. Danny had short, dirty blond hair, and was pretty much a slacker all around.
"Oh man, that is so gay, pull up your pants, Tom!" Danny teased, calling attention to Tom's "gangsta" jeans hanging off his ass. Tom didn't mean to be gangsta, his pants were always obviously too big for his small frame. Danny was largely known as a closet case, but no one bothered talking about it, for Danny was in total denial about it, and no one really gave a shit.
Matt thought the two were idiots and couldn't help but chuckle. "Danny, you are such a `mo."
"Am not!" complained Danny.
"Sure... no new swimmers this year? Oh man, I was looking forward to some fresh meat."
Danny and Tom looked at each other, they new what Matt wanted in a new swimmer. Someone to toss about, someone to get to know better.
The door opened and in walked the answer to Matt's wishes. He was tall, dark skinned, dark eyed, dark haired. He was dark, and he was smiling.
"Hey." Matt walked up to the new boy.
"Hey."
"What's your name?"
The new boy began to quickly undress, much to Matt's delight.
"Ryan."
"Well, Ryan" Matt was smiling widely, "I'm Matt, this is Tom, and this is--"
"Oh shit, put a towel on, buddy!" yelled Danny. Ryan swiftly put his bag down and had already begun changing, seeming eagerly completely naked, and didn't seem in much a hurry to put his bathing suit on just yet.
Matt was mesmerized by Ryan's hairless low-seatedness, hung beneath an impressive, loose-limber that seemed to wave at him, as Ryan turned to face each of the boys, all breathless for different reasons. "Just get changed, ya prisses" Matt commanded the other boys, who tended to themselves and bounced out the door to the pool, giggling in their Speedos.
"Yeah... sorry about them, they're just a little insecure, if you know what I mean." Matt said to Ryan, who still was not reaching for his own swim suit, as Matt began to undress. Normally, Matt would wrap himself in a towel, and change quite discreetly. Not that he had anything to hide, but he'd always thought to maintain his mystery before making his masculinity known. This time, though, Matt knew if he played himself right, something would happen, and Matt certainly wanted something to happen.
Matt slowly rubbed his hands down his torso towards the waistband of his boxers, and he knew that Ryan was watching him very closely. Matt paused, "Have you swam before? Looking forward to a good season?"
"Yeah..." Ryan answered, not breaking his gaze towards Matt's lean hips. "Yeah..."
Matt was a bit annoyed. If his body was going to be ogled, they could at least make conversation. "Ok..." and Matt dropped his boxers to his ankles. Matt was standing a good height, rather hanging a good length half-mast, neat and trimmed. Matt looked at Ryan who had a smile on his face. Seemed like this boy who stripped for him thought it was funny that Matt had was halfway to attention. Matt took a step closer to Ryan, and turned to dig through his bag, pressing his hip against Ryan. "Could you move over?" Matt asked really wanting an answer of --
"No," Ryan said, "Problem..." stepping behind Matt and grabbing him around the waist, pulling Matt's back against himself, "That was hot." And he took a deep smell of Matt from shoulder to ear.
Matt reached behind to squeeze Ryan's sweet, soft behind, and pulled Ryan's hips in closer to his own. He gently ground himself into Ryan. "Was it? I think it's about to get a little steamy in here." As he tilted his head back and bit Ryan's earlobe.
"Oh man, you two are taking a long time! You havin' some fun?" Called Danny from the pool to the two who had been made late by rubbing each other the right way, just for too long. They hopped into their suits and ran out the door. The other boys were already in the water, and Ryan and Matt dove in.
"Shut up, bitches!"
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