SWIM TEAM FUNDRAISER 2
This is a work of gay fiction. The characters and sexual scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author. If you are offended in age-different sexual situations involving college student-athletes, please stop reading immediately.
(Gay Athletics / Gay College)
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Gary Richardson, the 48-year-old head coach of the Empire University swimming program was excited that his fundraising plan would finally take place that afternoon in a small, local hotel ballroom.
Coach Richardson knew the hotel manager well, and was assured that they would have complete privacy for their event.
During coach Richardson's 11-year tenure at the helm of the small, east coast university, it had become a clandestine destination for elite-level gay swimmers. While the administration had been tolerant and supportive, funding had been modest, at best.
Along with his 26-year-old assistant coach and lover, Brent Colfax, the two had planned the fundraiser for weeks, covertly contacting members of the surrounding gay community and beyond for those men who had the financial wherewithal, and might be interested in "dating" a handsome, young, college swim boy.
Coach Richardson had come up with the idea of an auction for some of his athletes, if he could find some volunteers.
Explaining that the winning bidders would likely expect more than a "date," three of his handsomest swimmers volunteered after finding out that the money raised would be used for a team trip to Hawaii, where they would train in the top-notch facilities of the University of Hawaii-Manoa, located just outside of Honolulu.
The volunteers included 21-year-old senior-to-be, Isaac Abraham, a 6'2", curly-haired swimmer from Long Island, New York; Matthew Rogers, was blonde-haired and stood at nearly 6'4". The 19-year-old sophomore hailed from Boston; The final volunteer was 18-year-old, Marco Robles, from Miami, Florida. At 5'10, he was the shortest and youngest member of the Empire U Swim Team,
All of the swimmers regularly shaved their body hair to reduce friction in the pool. With the spring sun finally appearing, Isaac and Matthew worked on their tans, wearing their tiny, team Speedos. Already olive-skinned, Marco didn't need to lay out in the sun.
Assistant coach Brent, arrived early at the hotel venue to ensure that everything was in order, and to greet the guests when they arrived.
A two-foot high stage had been set up. It was typically used for a wedding party or a stage for the band during high school proms. A few simple lights illuminated the stage satisfactorily. 50 or so seats faced the stage.
Members of the team who were not participating in the auction were on hand to serve drinks. A table containing appetizers was adjacent to the bar. Coach Richardson had figured that the small costs incurred would make his guests feel more comfortable. Having drinks available might loosen some wallets, he thought.
Guests, having donated $1,000 apiece to attend the fundraiser, arrived one-by-one. Some of them knew each other, and all seemed excited by the innovative money-raising idea. As it was considered a university fundraiser, their contributions would be tax deductible.
Coach Brent greeted the guests in a white, skintight polo shirt, and a tight pair of polyester athletic shorts, probably intended for a much-younger boy.
Coach Brent's muscular chest was visible through the thin fabric of the shirt, and the outline of his thick cock pressed against the tiny shorts. The 26-year-old was making quite an impression as the guests mingled and downed vodka tonics, and whiskey & cokes.
Given a 5-minute warning, the eager guests made their way to their seats as the lights dimmed. Coach Richardson was met by applause as he stepped upon the stage to thank everyone for coming, and regretting that there could only be three winners.
With a bit of recorded fanfare, the three student-athletes stepped onto the stage. They were wearing their ankle length swim team parkas, and were met by applause, excited howls, and wolf-whistles. When the music ended, the three swimmers removed their parkas. The young men were dressed only in their tiny, tight Speedos, each embroidered with "EU" on their slender hips.
For a moment there was stunned silence as the anxious men drank in the fit, youthful bodies of the college athletes. Then the applause began to grow as the three turned to display their solid, athletic asses, and the unmistakable outline of their impressive, flaccid cocks. Matthew, for one, looked as if he was hiding a python in his Speedos.
The bidding was spirited, and the three were eventually "sold" for much more than coach Richardson had dreamed, ensuring that the team would be going to Hawaii in just a matter of months.
With the auction over, some of the guests stopped at the bar for a final drink. Others, disappointed that their bids had failed, quietly left the hotel ballroom. Coach Brent was even propositioned by some of the sexually-frustrated men as they exited.
The three swimmers put their parkas back on to meet the winning bidders, and to discuss details of their "date."
A married, older man from Yonkers had made the winning bid on Isaac. Explaining that his wife didn't know of his secret gay life, he had made an excuse to attend the auction, and then made arrangements to bring the boy to Manhattan for their "date."
Marco was snapped up by a muscular 42-year-old, who appeared to be 6'6" or taller. The man lived in the area, and their "date" would take place the following night. Marco was expecting no romance when given the directions to the beefy man's house.
In the most surprising development, Matthew, likely the best-looking, and most well-endowed, of the three, was selected by a bid that quickly silenced any competition for the handsome young man. That wasn't the surprising part. The winning bidder was the 62-year-old president of the university, Dr. Tillman.
To Matthew's relief, Dr. Tillman had not bid on Matthew for himself, but rather for his 14-year-old nephew, who had recently confided to his university-president Uncle that he was gay... and horny!
That night, Coach Richardson waited patiently for his personal reward. Soon, a naked coach Brent turned down the covers and entered the fit, 48-year-old's bed. Brent's cock was already swollen from all of the attention that he had received that afternoon.
Gripping the head coach's thick cock, it wasn't long before it was in Brent's eager mouth. The 26-year-old considered himself an expert in performing fellatio, and coach Richardson wasn't one to argue with his younger lover's obvious talents.
Coach Richardson's thick cock disappeared in-and-out of Brent's avid mouth as he hungrily sucked the older man's cock. The day had been a triumph for both, and the two were congratulating each other as best they knew how -- impassioned gay sex!
Judging by the head coach's level of euphoria, coach Brent knew that his pink, experienced anus would be in play before the night was out.
An Uber was sent to Marco's dorm, and the handsome, 5'10" Cuban-American swimmer arrived at the well-appointed home of Tyler Highsmith. Politely invited inside, Marco looked at the array of trophies in Tyler's den. Marco was not familiar with the name, but it was clear by the pictures, helmets, and other football memorabilia that Tyler had played in college and in the NFL.
"I was a tight end," Tyler said, pointing to a Jets helmet. "We'll see about that," Marco thought to himself.
As Marco had expected, the big, muscular man was interested in sex, not romance. The beefy, 6'6" former athlete easily lifted the young swimmer from the floor. Marco wrapped his sturdy legs around the bigger man's hips as their tongues engaged.
Marco could fill his cock swelling as the ex-football player French kissed him, and rubbed the swimmer's muscled ass over his jeans.
Carrying the 18-year-old to his bedroom, Tyler dumped the boy on top of the bed, and immediately began to undress him. Pulling Marco's shirt over his head, the big man began to massage the boy's muscular chest, pulling and pinching Marco's brown nipples, before eagerly descending on the teenager's boy-boobs with his enthusiastic mouth and tongue.
Removing Marco's shoes, and unbuttoning his jeans, they were pulled of the swimmer's young body in one swift motion. Marco was now naked, save for a tight pair of silky bikini underwear. The outline of Marco's engorged cock was clearly visible through the thin fabric. With his impatient hand, Tyler gripped the snake-like outline so passionately that Marco thought he might prematurely cum in his underwear.
Briefly leaving the semi-naked boy, Tyler quickly began to undress. Marco looked on with eager eyes as the heavily-muscled man revealed his hairy chest and arms. Unlike the lean, shaven bodies of his fellow swimmers, Tyler was thickly-built like a bull, and just as sexually ravenous, as he pulled Marco's underwear down to his ankles, and eventually the floor.
Proffering his thick, 8" cock to Marco's mouth, Tyler reached down to fondle the smaller boy's erect penis and balls. Marco had sucked his first cock at age 16, so he was no "newbie" to the task, and was able to impressively handle the length and girth of Tyler's big cock.
Marco's hand efficiently stroked the thick cock as he enthusiastically fellated the 42-year-old ex-football player. "Unh, unh..." Tyler mumbled as his penis disappeared in-and-out of the young swimmer's avid mouth.
As their "date' went along, the two men engaged in virtually every sexual position imaginable... except one. Flipping Marco onto his stomach, Tyler licked his middle finger before plunging it deeply into the olive-skinned 18-year-old's anus.
While anal-fucking Marco with his finger, Tyler rimmed the younger man with his avaricious tongue. With Marco still laying flat on the bed, the former NFL player forced his beefy cock into Marco's compliant backside.
The pain soon turned to pleasure as the bigger, older man blissfully sodomized the cooperative younger man, slapping his thick ball sack against Marco's firm butt cheeks. Finally ejaculating, the cum dripped out of Marco's anus.
In the wee hours of the morning, the two eventually fell asleep. Before drifting off, Tyler hugged the naked swimmer and gripped his flaccid penis. "Best money I ever spent," the former football player thought.
Isaac received an email attachment containing a train ticket to New York City. The meticulously-prepared married man who had won the bid, also provided an itinerary for the 6'2" black-haired swimmer, originally from Long Island.
Arriving at Grand Central Station, Isaac immediately phoned the number that he had been given. The man then arranged an Uber ride to the Plaza Hotel, and was instructed that he would be waiting for him in room #1542.
Myron Horowitz was not the most attractive man that Isaac Abraham had "dated," but he was proud that he had volunteered to support his teammates, and in one day they had managed to raise enough money for their training trip to Hawaii.
Having sex with the older man for one day didn't seem to be too big of a burden for him. Although his parents lived only a short Subway ride away, he chose not to contact them. It would be too hard to explain that he had come to the city to fuck an older man for the benefit of his college swim team.
Myron was a successful 51-year-old Yonkers businessman, and the father of two grown children. Jewish, like Isaac, he had had to repress his homosexual desires all of his life. To appease his family, he had been engaged in a largely loveless marriage for almost 25 years. Purchasing a beautiful home and other material things for his wife, seemed to appease her from his decades-long lack of affection.
The older man waited nervously for the young swimmer to knock at his hotel door. Even in city traffic, it was a very short drive to the Plaza Hotel.
Eventually, there was a firm knock at the door. The excited older man hid behind the door as he opened it. Isaac wasn't prepared for what he saw:
The balding, bespectacled man was wearing a diaphanous black robe. Clearly visible beneath the sheer fabric, Myron was dressed in thigh-high stockings, garter belt, and panties. In addition to being secretly gay, the older man enjoyed "dressing up." Myron kept a storage locker in Manhattan where he kept his women's clothing.
Isaac gulped as he looked down at the balding man, who was perhaps only 5'6" tall. The eager man got onto his tiptoes in order to kiss the 6'2" swimmer on the lips. "Isaac, I'm so glad that you could make it. Come in, come in," he urged the curly-haired 21-year-old.
Men are rarely described as petite, but that best described the diminutive businessman who couldn't have weighed more than 130 lbs. "He may be a freak," Isaac thought, "But at least he's not fat." Myron was trying to make the best of things, knowing that the cross-dressing man would likely soon be all over him.
Myron sashayed effeminately as he retrieved a champagne bucket, and popped the cork of the bottle. "Would you like a drink?" The older man asked. Isaac nodded his head. "A couple of drinks might help me through this," Isaac thought as he gulped from an elegant champagne flute.
The man's robe was now open. Isaac had to admit that Myron possessed an impressive package beneath his black bikini panties. "Why don't you get undressed?" The older man suggested to Isaac.
Prepared to give Myron his money's worth, Isaac slugged down another glass of champagne, and removed his shirt. Isaac had the broad shoulders and smooth, muscular chest of a world class swimmer. Myron was practically salivating as the 21-year-old flexed his thick pectoral muscles. The older man leaned forward to touch Isaac's brown nipples and areolae.
Isaac's pants were next to go. The businessman was surprised that the "nice Jewish boy" chose to go "commando," by not wearing any underwear. The swimmer's circumcised cock was still flaccid as it was revealed. Impulsively, the older man began to fondle it. After all, he had paid for the privilege.
Soon, Isaac's cock was encapsulated in the older man's mouth. Closing his eyes, the college swimmer fantasized that it was one of his favorite Boy Band performers who was fellating him.
After cumming, Isaac realized that the older man was mainly interested in running his avid hands and eager lips and tongue along the length and breadth of the 6'2" swimmer's long, lean, muscular body.
First, Myron buried his face in Isaac's thick, hairless chest, and ravenously licking the 21-year-old's brown nipples and areolae.
Eventually, laying the tall, naked swimmer on the bed, he greedily traversed Isaac's young body, taking particular time to fondle the college senior's cock, and muscular buttocks, and refusing a blow job and anal sex from Isaac.
Stepping out of the shower, Isaac was surprised to see the older man already dressed in a conservative, grey business suit to return to his wife and home.
Isaac's Uber ride was already waiting for him downstairs. He wordlessly made the ride to Grand Central Station and then back to the Empire U campus.
Matthew Rogers had been waiting all day for news of his date. The blonde-haired, 6'4" 19-year-old was arguably the handsomest man on the Empire U swim team. Inarguably, as was displayed each day in the locker room and showers, Matthew had the biggest and thickest cock on the squad, measuring nearly 9" when fully hard.
At just before 4:00 p.m. he received a text from a number that he didn't recognize. It stated simply, "Tradewinds Motel. Room 208." That was the signal that Matthew had been waiting for. Checking his blonde hair in the mirror, the college sophomore put a piece of gum into his mouth and grabbed his car keys.
Waiting for him in the downscale motel room was a nervous-looking, blonde-haired, 14-year-old boy, who was sitting on the bed. If Matthew didn't know that Kevin Tillman would be waiting for him, he might have thought that it was some sort of morals entrapment sting.
"Kevin?" Matthew asked. The boy nodded. As it was a Friday, the cute teenager was still dressed in his private school uniform of a maroon sportscoat and striped tie. An indication of Kevin's young age was that he was wearing short pants and penny loafer shoes on the warm, spring afternoon.
Closing the motel room behind him, Kevin flinched when Matthew stepped towards him. Walking slowly and cautiously, Matthew sat beside the clearly uncomfortable high school freshman.
Finally, Matthew spoke: "I know your uncle paid a lot of money, but if you don't want to go through with this, it's cool with me." The boy's scruffy, blonde head was pointed downward, and he was fidgeting with his hands in his lap.
"No. I want to," Kevin said. "I've been to all of your home swim matches with my uncle, and you're the `hottest' guy I've ever seen in my life." Smiling at the compliment, Matthew tousled the 14-year-old's shaggy hair. "You're pretty cute too," Matthew said, offering a brief kiss on the lips.
"Maybe we should start out slow?" Matthew suggested. "What if I did a little strip show for you?" The 19-year-old was becoming increasingly excited by the handsome, hesitant boy. "After all," Matthew reasoned to himself, "I was about the same age when a senior boy sucked my cock for the first time." Needless to say, Matthew had enjoyed it.
Reaching for his iPhone, Matthew began to play some music as he stood up to slowly remove his shirt. Kevin's eyes lit up when the college boy's muscular, hairless pecs were revealed. As the 6'4" athlete slowly danced to the song, he began to sensuously massage his chest and brown nipples.
Kicking off his shoes, Matthew's chino pants were next to go, leaving him dressed only in a pair of mesh bikini underwear, that understandably left little to the imagination. Kevin gasped at the sight of Matthew's thick, long penis in the nearly transparent underwear. Turning as he continued to dance, Matthew attempted an awkward twerk as he proudly displayed his muscular ass and thighs.
Asking the 14-year-old to stand, Matthew began to undress the anxious boy. Removing Kevin's tie, the swimmer teased the boy, sliding it up and down in Kevin's youthful face. Unbuttoning Kevin's white dress shirt, Matthew ran his eager hands along the high school boy's slender, wiry-muscled chest, and gently fondled Kevin's erect, pink nipples.
Matthew could feel his thick cock swelling as he tenderly caressed the half-naked boy. Looking down at the swimmer's mesh-covered crotch, Kevin noticed Matthew's penis too.
As the 14-year-old's shorts hit the floor, Kevin tried to cover the small, but rigid penis that was trying to peek through the opening in his boxer shorts. Matthew moved the boy's protective hands to the side, and lowered the colorful underwear past Kevin's skinny legs, and onto the motel room floor.
"Put your hands behind your back," Matthew instructed the high school freshman. The slender boy was now completely naked. A smattering of brown pubic hair adorned Kevin's immature penis, which was fully erect, and measured perhaps 4". Matthew thought the cock, and the naked boy, adorable.
Kevin's young body was trembling when Matthew began to caress his flat, adolescent stomach. Working his way down the boy's youthful body, the 19-year-old's hand slowly descended to Kevin's sparse pubic hair, eagerly fondling the curly tufts.
Kevin audibly gasped when the 6'4" swimmer gripped his small, slender cock with his meaty hand. Stroking it avidly, it was soon wholly inserted into the college sophomore's mouth. Matthew could feel the entirety of the boy's young body quivering as he squeezed Kevin's hairless balls and avidly sucked his adolescent cock.
As it was his first time, it didn't take long for the teenager to ejaculate into Matthew's mouth, uttering "Oomph," as he dumped his excited load. Continuing to man his post, the blonde, 19-year-old forced every last drop of cum out of Kevin's penis until it hung limply.
With his own cock bulging in his mesh underwear, Matthew encouraged the naked boy to finish undressing him. Descending to his knees, Kevin looked on in wonder as Matthew's large, erect cock leaped to life.
"Go ahead and touch it," the swimmer reassured the teenager. Kevin hesitantly touched the thick, stiff cock as if he were dealing with a pipe bomb. Matthew laughed, and then said, "No. Wrap your hand around it."
Kevin bravely gripped the 19-year-old's penis, and looked at admiringly. "Lick it like a popsicle," the older boy instructed, grasping the high schooler's shaggy blonde hair.
Like his initial touch, the 14-year-old's first lick was halting. Knowing that he might never have another opportunity like the one before him, Kevin's tongue eventually began to traverse the entire 9" of Matthew's swollen cock.
With encouragement, Kevin took the head of the swimmer's cock into his eager mouth. Inexperienced, he was only able to engulf an inch or so of the shaft. Matthew appreciated the boy's game effort in performing his first blow job.
Warned that Matthew was about to ejaculate, the 14-year-old released the cock from his mouth. Unfortunately, the sticky cum caught Kevin just below the eye. Matthew helped to clean the young boy up, and suggested that they might be more comfortable on the motel bed.
Matthew was becoming increasingly sexually turned on by the slender, naked boy. Licking the prone boy's nipples, his eager hand traveled to Kevin's flat stomach and diddling his belly button before hungrily rubbing the boy's pubic area and small penis.
Flipping the young boy over onto his stomach, Matthew gripped and squeezed Kevin's smooth, taut butt cheeks. The 14-year-old was surprised when the college swimmer turned his attentions to his tight, pink anus.
Spreading Kevin's butt cheeks, the older boy avidly rimmed the high school freshman with his tongue. Kevin squirmed at the unexpected oral ministrations, but didn't find it all disagreeable or distressing.
"Just relax," Matthew whispered as he climbed on top of the 14-year-old with his 210 lb. body. "Aaaagggghhh!" Kevin cried as the muscular swimmer penetrated his virgin rectum with his avaricious cock. Outweighing the younger boy by some 50 to 60 lbs., Matthew pressed him deeply into the mattress as his forceful cock disappeared, centimeter by centimeter, into Kevin's boy-pussy.
Clutching the bedcovers, Kevin buried his face in a pillow to keep from screaming. He knew that he couldn't stop the muscular athlete... even if he wanted to.
Soon, the initial pain had subsided, and Matthew was drilling Kevin's backside as if it were a West Texas oil well. Matthew noted that he had never before ejaculated with such a fury and satisfaction.
Knowing that his uncle would soon be picking him up at their predetermined time, Kevin reached for Matthew's thick cock, delivering another spirited blow job to the tall swimmer.
Eventually, there was a knock on the door. Both boys were dressed when Kevin rose to answer it. Dr. Tillman, the president of Empire University, was startled by his blonde nephew's disheveled appearance. Looking at Kevin wordlessly, and wondering if Matthew may have gone too far, the 14-year-old gave his answer, "It was awesome."
Coaches Gary Richardson and Brent Colfax were cuddling naked in their luxury, upper-floor hotel suite, gazing at the Waikiki shoreline before them.
Kissing the older man on the lips, Brent slipped between the 48-year-old's thick thighs, and encapsulated the head coach's throbbing cock into his eager mouth.
The End.
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