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Subject: Middle School Swim Team, Ch. 4 Title: Middle School Swim Team Installment: 4 Category: Gay, Athletics, Young Friends This story is a work of fiction and depicts graphic sexual content. Any resemblance to real individuals or places is purely coincidental. If you like what you’re reading, feel free to shoot me an email to let me know – I love feedback! If you like my writing, you can also check out my other series “Exploring at Camp Hardwood.” As always, if you can, consider supporting Nifty at fty to thank them for supporting our fantasies and our wanks. Middle School Swim Team, Chapter 4 Sam couldn’t stop thinking about his and Kevin’s after-practice encounter. When he jerked off in bed, he imagined Kevin’s warm, wet mouth was wrapped around his cock. When he showered with the team after practice, he couldn’t help looking at Kevin’s large, uncut package and wishing it would get hard. And when Greg, the assistant coach, ran them through workouts in the pool, he couldn’t stop picturing the glimpse he’d gotten of the handsome college boy’s bare ass. At the end of the second week of practice, Coach Stern announced that Saturday there would be an optional ‘captain’s practice’ for anyone who wanted to get in an extra workout. “I understand that you might have schoolwork or plans with your family, and I don’t want to interrupt that time,” he told them, “but if you are able to make it, especially you newbies, it will be a great way to get some extra experience and bond with your teammates.” Sam had no plans Saturday morning and he hoped that a smaller group would give him the chance to sneak some more alone time with Kevin. In the locker room after practice, he asked Kevin if he was planning to attend. “Yeah, I think so,” Kevin said. “I need to improve my backstroke time for the medley, and this will give me the chance to work on my form. What about you?” Sam barely registered his response, distracted by Kevin’s ballsack swinging between his legs as he toweled off. “Oh, yeah, I think so,” he replied. “I just have to ask my mom first.” “Cool!” Kevin responded enthusiastically, offering Sam a big smile. “I’m glad you’ll be there too. I’d be nervous to be on my own with the 8th graders.” Sam nodded in agreement. When Saturday morning came, Sam’s mom dropped him off at the pool around 8:45 in the morning. The place was completely deserted, with no cars in the parking lot. Sam walked into the locker room to find a few of the boys changing out of sweats into swimsuits, a few stifling yawns. Sam was pleased to see Kevin was already at his locker, but disappointed to see he was already wearing his swimsuit, meaning Sam would have to wait until after practice to see him naked. He quickly shucked off his own pair of sweatpants and plaid boxers, pulling on his jammers and following his teammates out onto the pool deck. A little more than half the team was present. Drew, the tall, muscular team captain, was standing next to the blond brothers, Tyler and Eric. The only other 7th grader besides Tyler, Sam, and Kevin was Danny, the small redhead. The final two swimmers who’d showed up were Derek, the 8th grader nicknamed ‘Double D’ by his teammates in honor of his shockingly large appendage, and Tim, a shorter, freckled 8th grader with light brown hair and the beginnings of a happy trail. Sam was surprised to see Greg, the assistant coach, walking out of his office holding a cup of coffee, since Coach Stern said it would be a captain’s practice only. Greg waved to the boys and came over to the group. “The place is yours all morning, fellas,” he said cheerfully. “I just have to be here to make sure no one drowns and to lock up after you finish. Have a good practice!” With that, he retreated to the coach’s office. With the blinds open, the boys could see inside where Greg sat down at the desk and opened what looked like a textbook, but he seemed to pay them no attention. Instead, Drew instructed the boys to warm up with a few hundred yards of swimming, then put them through a workout set he’d made up himself. After about half an hour, he paired up each seventh grader with an eighth grader so the younger swimmers could get critiqued on their form. Sam was paired with Tim, who it turned out was an expert on flip turns and gave him some good pointers on improving his turnaround at each wall. After a little more than an hour, Drew signaled to the other lanes that it was time to wrap up. He hoisted himself up onto the wall in a seated position so the swimmers in the water could see him. “Great stuff today, dudes,” he said, “especially you newbies. You guys are really rounding into form well.” Sam and Kevin made eye contact across the lane line and smiled, glad to have the older boy’s approval. “All that’s left is cooldown, but…” Drew trailed off, looking over at the coach’s office where Greg was still immersed in his book. “Since Coach isn’t here, we can do it the fun way if you want.” “What’s the fun way?” Danny asked from the far side of the pool. Drew grinned devilishly. Without answering, he slid back into the water and rummaged beneath the surface. A second later, he pulled his swimsuit above the surface and tossed it onto the deck. He was standing fully naked in the middle of the high school pool. “Hell yeah!” Eric, Tyler’s older brother, chimed in. “Skinny-dip cooldown!” He ducked under the water and came up with his own suit, flinging it onto the pool deck. Then he dipped back under and Tyler, standing next to him, bursa escort jumped in surprise. “What the–” Eric emerged again, this time holding Tyler’s suit. He’d pantsed his younger brother under the water. The other boys laughed and Tyler, who seemed like an affable, easygoing guy, joined in as well. One by one, the *thwack* of wet swimsuits hitting the deck echoed around the pool until all eight suits were separated from their owner. Sam had never experienced anything like it – the cool water felt smooth and tingly against his package, which floated slightly in the current. Drew took off swimming, his pale white ass splashing through the water for all to see. The other boys followed suit, swimming five easy laps totally naked as a cooldown. At one point, Sam paused and ducked his head under the water at one end of the pool to check out the show. The flashing stream of young, lithe bodies with dangling genitals dragging through the water was a beautiful sight; like some sort of Greek sculpture of male mermaids. And then it was over, with the boys gathering at the far end of the pool. One by one, the swimmers hopped out of the water and tracked down their suits. Everyone looked a little smaller and more shriveled than normal thanks to the cool water. Given that the locker room door was only 10 feet away, none of them even bothered to put their suits back on. “All finished?” Greg called out from the other side of the pool. He’d emerged from the coach’s office and was watching the 8 naked boys scramble out of the pool. The boys all looked at Drew, who shrugged. “Just got done, yeah!” he called back. “Looks like a fun practice,” Greg said, laughing a little. He walked down the side of the pool toward them. “Don’t worry; I won’t tell Coach Stern.” He winked. “Thanks, Coach,” Drew replied, relieved. “Have a great weekend!” The boys followed Drew into the locker room and headed straight for the showers. The mood was cheerful and boisterous, with the palpable feeling of relief that comes with getting away with mischief. It also helped that, unlike practices after school, the team didn’t have a quiet night of homework or overworked parents waiting for them at home. No one seemed to be in a particular rush to finish his shower. “Hey Drew,” Eric called out to the team captain showering two showerheads over. “Should we play a team game?” Drew looked over and grinned. “Might as well,” he replied. “What’d you have in mind?” “How about truth or dare?” “Sounds good to me,” Drew said. He scanned around the room where his seven teammates were scattered around the various showerheads. The conversation had gotten everyone’s attention and all eyes were on him. “Benson, truth or dare!” Danny, the redheaded 7th grader with the big bush and heavy balls, looked up, startled. “Uh… truth, I guess.” “How often do you choke the chicken?” Drew asked. He mimed the open fist universal sign language for masturbation. Danny hesitated. “Uh, I don’t know… maybe 3 or 4 times a week?” “Bull-shit!” Tim called out from the other side of the shower room. “C’mon, tell the truth.” Danny grinned sheepishly. “Okay, fine, every day,” he admitted. Tim laughed. “What about you then?” Danny shot back. “That’s not how the game works,” Tim replied, teasing him. “Fine. Tim, truth or dare,” Danny said. “Da…. truth,” Tim replied, still enjoying ribbing Danny a bit. Sam looked over at Tim, who was one of the boys on the team who trimmed his pubes. His light brown bush was cropped to a short length, which probably was good because his cock was not particularly large. In fact, the older boy’s circumcised penis was probably the same size as Sam’s, although it was hard to tell with both boys being flaccid. “How often do *you* jerk off?” Danny asked. Tim didn’t hesitate. “At least twice a day,” he replied proudly. “I busted a nut before breakfast this morning!” A few of the boys laughed, and Danny looked relieved. It was clear he was worried he’d be teased for his frequent masturbation, but he was hardly abnormal in his habits. Tim scanned around the room, and his gaze settled on Kevin. “Kevin, truth or dare?” Kevin looked nervously at Sam, then shrugged. “Truth, I guess.” “You 7th graders are so boring!” Tim joked. “Okay, uhhh, when was the last time you measured your dick, and how big was it?” Sam wondered if Tim had singled out Kevin because he was clearly the largest of the 7th graders. He knew that Kevin’s cock, when hard, was much larger than his. Kevin thought carefully before responding. “I actually measured like… a week ago,” he responded. “I hadn’t measured in a while and I was curious.” “…and?” Drew interjected when Kevin paused. “Oh, yeah. Uhh, it was around 7 inches,” Kevin finished. His response elicited a few surprised reactions from his teammates, and several of the 8th graders looked impressed. Everyone looked down at Kevin’s penis, which was soft, but clearly indicating by its 4+ inches of flaccid length that it was a realistic expectation. “Wow, nice,” Tim responded. “That’s sick.” “Your turn, Kev,” Eric reminded him. “Okay… uh.. Drew, I guess. Truth or dare,” Kevin said. “Let’s not make this lame the whole time,” Drew said. “I pick dare!” Kevin thought for a moment, looking around the room for ideas. “I, uhh, dare you to… spank Derek.” Drew laughed, pleased with the idea. “You heard the man. Get those sweet cheeks over here, Double D!” Derek, standing on the other side of the shower room, chuckled as well. bursa escort bayan He walked over with an exaggerated impression of a runway model then turned and presented his bare ass to the captain in a joking manner. Drew made a show of winding up his arm and then — *smack* — left a red fuzzy handprint on his teammate’s right cheek. The motion made Derek jump and his fat sausage cock jumped too, slapping against his thigh. All the boys laughed. “Okay, Tyler – truth or dare!” Drew called out. Tyler, showering next to his brother, thought for a moment, then- “I’ll stick with truth, for now,” he said. “Next time!” Drew had a question ready to go. “When did you first beat your meat?” He asked without hesitation. Tyler paused and thought for a moment. “I think fourth… or maybe fifth… grade? I couldn’t bust at first, obviously. But it felt good.” “Wow, that’s early,” Derek said, impressed. “I didn’t even know what that was until middle school.” Tyler glanced at his brother. “Well, I learned from the master,” he said. “The master-bater!” Eric laughed. He grabbed his cock and gave it a few tugs, although it was still flaccid. “That’s what brothers are for!” Tyler looked around the room, trying to decide who to call out next. He landed on his brother. “Eric, truth or dare!” Eric shrugged. “Well you know everything about me already, so dare, I guess.” Tyler looked like that was the answer he was expecting. “I dare you to… piss on Drew!” This elicited another round of laughter, and one of the boys exclaimed “eeeew.” Drew shrugged. “Rules are rules,” he said simply. “I’m no pussy.” Eric left his showerhead and walked over to stand in front of Drew about 2 feet away. He rolled back his foreskin and furrowed his brow in concentration, and after a moment a clear stream of piss emerged. He danced it around Drew’s feet for a few seconds as it strengthened, letting it run onto the floor and down the drain. Then, at the last second, he lifted his cock and the stream sprayed all over Drew’s legs, stomach, cock, and balls, splattering his torso with urine. Drew jumped and all the boys laughed. “You dick!” Drew exclaimed, more out of surprise than anger. Eric chuckled. “Don’t blame me; blame my brother!” He returned to his shower and surveyed the room, trying to figure out who hadn’t participated yet. His gaze landed on Sam. “Johnson, truth or dare!” “Truth… for now,” Sam responded, knowing it was his turn in the hot seat. “Hmm…” Eric mused. “Have you ever gotten your dick sucked?” Until last week in the showers with Kevin, he hadn’t. But that had changed. “Yes,” Sam responded simply. “Wow, really!?” Eric responded, impressed. “Who?” Sam merely shrugged. “Not part of the question,” he replied. “Rules are rules.” The other boys in the shower looked at him with a mix of jealousy and respect. It was Sam’s turn. “Uh, Derek, truth or dare.” Derek didn’t take long to respond either. “I’ll do dare.” Sam had one ready to go. “I dare you to walk out onto the pool deck with a boner,” he said. That got another impressed reaction from the group. “Good one,” said Drew. “Fine,” Derek said. “Do I have to go more than a step onto the deck?” “Nah, just have to open the door and stand on the deck for a second,” Sam replied, deciding to be charitable. Derek squirted a little soap from the dispenser and began to stroke his cock. In a matter of seconds, the prodigious 13-year-old cock had grown from its flaccid state to a semi, and then its full 8-inch glory, looking almost comically large as it protruded from his slim body. He walked over to the entrance of the shower room, his cock bouncing with each step, then turned left. The boys on the far side of the showers scrambled to peek around the corner as Derek walked the few steps to the door, wrenched it open, and danced out to put two feet gingerly on the pool deck before darting back inside. He walked back to the shower, still rock hard. “Was Coach Greg there?” Danny asked curiously. “He was in the office, but I don’t think he was looking,” Derek replied. “I don’t care either way; I got nothing to be ashamed of.” He looked around, trying to figure out who hadn’t had a turn in a while. “Tim, truth or dare.” Tim looked ready and eager. “Gimme a dare.” Derek grinned. “I dare you to suck Danny’s cock for 30 seconds.” Kevin and Danny gasped, but the 8th graders didn’t seem surprised at all that fellatio was on the table. Sam was battling a semi after witnessing Derek’s display, and the thought of watching his teammates engage in oral sex did nothing to reduce his blood flow. Tim walked over to Danny and got down on his knees. Danny looked down in silent shock, not knowing what to expect. Until then, he’d been flaccid, but before Tim could even make a move, his cock began to lengthen and inflate against his will. His pink, mushroom-like head lifted off his large balls and pointed straight out with a slight upward turn and a leftward curve. He was not large by any standard, maybe 5 inches, but it was hard to tell his true length with his forest of red pubes in the way. Tim smiled and opened his mouth. He slipped Danny’s large, swollen head in his mouth and then continued down the shaft until his nose was buried in Danny’s bush. He bobbed back, almost releasing the cock but keeping the end in his mouth, and then went back down to the base. He reached up and fondled the big, swinging balls that hung down to his chin, and after what seemed like far more than 30 seconds, escort bursa finally let Danny’s cock pop free. Danny was speechless. His cock was so hard it was visibly pulsing and dripping a mixture of saliva, shower water, and precum. Tim stood back up, revealing to the other boys that his own cock had grown into a hefty semi. “Bro, you gotta trim that bush,” Tim said to Danny. “I couldn’t breathe down there!” Danny grinned sheepishly and nodded, still too confused and aroused to speak. Sam looked around the room at the other boys watching this display. Both Tyler and Eric had semis, their similar cocks each rising halfway up and their heads beginning to poke out of their foreskin. Derek was fully hard, but his cock had been that way since Sam’s dare. Kevin was far from soft as well, his large member probably 80% hard. Drew appeared to be rock hard and was shamelessly soaping up his cock, stroking himself slowly as he watched the display. Sam looked down at his own cock, which was rapidly approaching fully erect. A bead of precum formed at the head. Tim looked around at his teammates and their visible arousal. “Kevin, truth or dare,” he said. “But you better not pick truth after I just slobbed on Danny’s knob.” Kevin shrugged. “Dare it is, then,” he replied. Tim looked around. “Who’s closest to cumming?” he asked the group. The boys looked at each other, not sure what to say. Finally, Derek spoke up. “I could get there pretty quick,” he said. Tim grinned. “Perfect. Kevin, I dare you to let Double D cum on your face.” Kevin glanced over at Sam, as if to say, ‘should I really do this?’ Sam didn’t know what to say, so he shrugged. His cock was now fully hard as he considered the prospect of Derek’s 8-inch monster unloading on Kevin’s face. Kevin looked over at Derek next. His face looked concerned, but his cock was harder than ever. “Rules are rules,” he said. He stepped out of his shower stream and got down on his knees. Derek walked over to where Kevin was kneeling and increased the pace of his stroking. Unlike most of the boys, who could cover almost their entire cock with their fist, Derek had to stroke up and down his shaft in long, smooth motions because it was so big. He stood over Kevin for a few moments, pumping his cock vigorously. He wasn’t the only one – Drew, Eric, Tim, and Tyler were all beating their own meat as they watched. “Watch your eyes,” Derek grunted, and Kevin closed his eyes and tilted his chin upward. With a quiet moan, Derek gave his cock one, two, three quick strokes, and all of a sudden it was twitching and dancing on its own. One shot of cum lanced out and landed on Kevin’s cheek, then another, then a third. The shots turned into a series of drips, but Derek leaned forward to ensure that every drop of his load landed on Kevin. By the time he was done, his wasn’t the only cum spilled. Drew had busted a load that splattered onto the floor, and Tim had cum in his own hand and was washing it off. Then Sam noticed a small pool of white on the ground in front of Kevin that hadn’t come from Derek’s cock – being used and loaded up with cum had clearly turned Kevin on so much that he couldn’t hold in a load of his own. Kevin stood up and walked back over to his own shower silently and began trying to wash the cum out of his hair. He glanced sideways at Sam and grinned, his face still flushed. Drew looked around at the group and, even though it wasn’t his turn, decided to take command. “Let’s finish this up,” he said. “I dare Tyler and Eric to finish each other off and Danny and Sam to as well.” By this point, there were no objections to Drew daring multiple people out of turn. Everyone was at the mercy of his own boner by now, and the prospect of being jerked off by a teammate was appealing. Tyler and Eric, the brothers, were standing next to each other anyways and without hesitation, traded hands so they were stroking each other instead of themselves. Only a year apart in age, their dicks were almost identical – uncut, curved upward, with wispy blond pubic hair above a tight ballsack. Eric’s was slightly bigger, maybe 6.5 inches, but Tyler was still big for his age at around 6 inches. The comfort with which they handled one another’s equipment made Sam think that perhaps this was a regular occurrence within their household. Danny approached Sam, a little more hesitant. The two boys faced each other and reached out to grab the other’s hard shaft. The sensation of stroking a circumcised cock took Sam a little time to adjust, since there was less skin to slide around. Fortunately, the moisture of the shower reduced some of the friction and after a few strokes, Sam found a rhythm that Danny seemed to enjoy. Danny was first to climax, but he wasn’t much of a shooter. A river of sticky silver semen dripped down from his cock and onto the shower floor in between him. Sam wasn’t far behind, but his cock had the opposite reaction – the upward angle of his erection combined with his excitement sent a spray of cum flying everywhere as Danny eagerly brought him to orgasm. A large glob even landed directly in Danny’s pubic hair, since he was standing only a few inches away. When the powerful orgasm subsided, Sam caught his breath and tried his best to dig the sticky mess out of his teammate’s bush. “Sorry about that,” he said, laughing a little. Danny giggled too. “No worries; happens all the time,” he replied. “Usually it’s just mine though.” The boys lapsed into silence as they finished up their showers and cum trickled down the drain from all directions. After a minute or two, Drew shut his nozzle off and walked over to his towel. “Great practice today, boys,” he said. “Too bad the other lads missed it!” [end of chapter 4]

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