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Subject: Middle School Swim Team, Ch. 5 Title: Middle School Swim Team Installment: 5 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 5 At the end of Monday’s practice, Coach Stern made an announcement. “As you guys all know, having assistant coach Greg working with us has been a real value-add already this season,” he began. Greg, the young, handsome swimmer from the local university, stood next to him smiling proudly. The boys enjoyed working with Greg – he was friendly and knowledgable, far less intimidating than the head coach in demeanor and more relatable since he was only around 20 years old. Sam figured it didn’t hurt that he was an accomplished swimmer in his own right, a true college stud, and that he was almost unreasonably good looking. He was tall and clean-cut, with short brown hair and broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist and defined abs when he was wearing one of his tiny practice speedos. Sam had also noticed that, even when he was in the cold water doing his own workouts after practice, his bulge was far larger than any of the middle school swimmers, even “Donkey Dong” Derek. “Because he’s been such a success so far, I’m going to have him run small-group practice sessions at the end of every practice this week,” Coach Stern continued. “I’ll break you up by event group in groups of three or four. Don’t forget to ask your parents if you can stay 20 minutes late on your designated day.” The boys muttered to one another excitedly. Sam remembered that, the last time he’d stayed late with Kevin to work with Greg, he’d gotten a glimpse of the assistant coach’s beautiful ass in the showers and hoped he’d get the chance to see even more. Coach Stern moved swiftly through the team, assigning everyone a day to stay late. Sam was in the butterfly group with Kevin and Zach, an eight grader with shaggy, light brown hair and blue eyes. The trio was instructed to stay late on Thursday for their small-group coaching. When Thursday came, Sam packed his smallest speedo in his swim bag and asked his mom to pick him up late. Practice went by without much excitement, and when 6 o’clock hit, Coach Stern told the rest of the team to hit the showers. He turned to Sam, Kevin, and Zach. “I’m headed out for the evening, fellas, but you’re in very good hands,” Coach Stern said, and started to walk back to his office. “Have a good night!” As Coach Stern entered the office, he almost bumped into assistant coach Greg, who emerged from the office in only a speedo, having just changed out of his coaching clothes. Greg turned to the side to let Coach Stern by, and, although it was hard tell from across humid pool deck, it looked to Sam like Coach Stern’s muscley, thick asscheeks in their tight khaki pants brushed up against Greg’s lycra bulge as they angled around one another. “Hope you guys aren’t too tired for a few more drills!” Greg called out cheerfully as he approached. He pulled on a pair of goggles and a swim cap and hopped in the water to join the boys. He first had them swim a few laps with just their arms, then a few laps with kickboards. Finally, he had them line up against the wall so he could teach them some techniques for increasing the power of their kicks. “Since there’s only three of you, why don’t you go one at a time,” said Greg. “If it’s not your turn, make sure you watch closely.” First, he stood next to Kevin as the boy braced himself against the side of the pool with his arms and had him practice the butterfly kick motion, a distinct, two-legged thrust called a ‘dolphin kick,’ while Greg stood by supervising. Sam ducked his head under the water to watch the smooth up and down motion of Kevin’s hips. Kevin was wearing a pair of black jammers that were skintight but ended near his knees, and the suit was just old enough that they’d lost a little elasticity and Sam could see Kevin’s cock wiggling in the water as he practiced. Greg’s own package was right at Sam’s eye level, a large, plump softball-sized bulge in his blue speedo. Next it was Zach’s turn. Zach, the 8th grader, was stronger than Kevin but less smooth, and his kick was choppier. bursa escort He was wearing a red speedo that barely covered half his buttcheeks, as Zach had the largest ass on the whole team, maybe even larger than Greg’s. Occasionally in the showers, the other 8th-graders offered some good-natured teasing about Zach’s ‘dump truck.’ After a few choppy repetitions, Greg grabbed onto Zach’s hips to steady his torso while he kicked. His big, strong hands guided the 14-year-old into a smoother rhythm, and Zach’s form improved significantly. After his last rep, Greg released his hips, but his pinky got caught on the edge of Zach’s waistband and, for a second, pulled them down revealing a pale white buttcheek and dark crack before snapping loudly back into place. “Oops, sorry about that,” Greg said. “You alright?” Zach laughed and nodded as he moved out of the way for Sam’s turn. Sam wasn’t as smooth as Kevin at first, but not as splashy as Zach. Greg reached out and placed his hands on Sam’s hips, and the feeling of the young man’s large, strong hands on his narrow hips sent a shiver through his body that had nothing to do with the water. Sam felt a telltale tingle below his waist and tried hard to focus on his technique to keep his cock from rising. After a few more kicks, he found a successful rhythm and Greg released him, but as Sam held onto the wall and kicked, the coach’s large bulge and thick, smooth legs were still at the corner of his vision, only a few inches away. The tingle returned and Sam tried to re-focus, staring down at the title floor instead. As he successfully mastered the drill, Greg tapped him on the lower back to indicate he could stop. As Sam stopped kicking and put his feet back on the bottom of the pool, his right hip brushed against Greg’s bulge, which felt warm and full even in the cool water. There was no mistaking it this time: Sam’s own speedo was growing tight. “Great, great work today guys!” Greg said enthusiastically. “You’re all really making a lot of progress in such a short time. Hit the showers and have a good night!” All four swimmers pulled themselves out of the water, and the three middle schoolers started to head toward the door to the locker room. A few steps away from the door, Zach stopped and turned back to the assistant coach, who was still seated at the edge of the pool. “Are you coming, Coach?” Zach asked, smiling mischievously. Greg looked up, surprised. “Uh, I…” he started then trailed off. He looked around the pool, which was completely deserted, then back at the boys. He smiled. “Yeah, why not,” he replied, “just gotta grab my stuff. I’ll meet you in there.” Zach smiled at the Kevin and Sam, and Sam began to suspect that he wasn’t the only one who’d developed a bit of a crush on their attractive assistant coach. Kevin looked sideways at Sam and raised his eyebrows slightly, clearly curious about what would happen on the other side of the locker room door. The boys walked in to find that all their teammates had showered, changed, and left for the night. The whole place, from the bathroom area, to the rows of lockers and wooden benches, to the open shower area with its three walls of five showerheads each, was deserted. Zach stripped off his speedo and flung it like a slingshot down the hallway, where it landed near the changing area past the showers. Zack’s hairless, milky-white cheeks jiggled as he walked into the shower. His cock was relatively average in size, circumcised and wreathed with a small bush of brown pubic hair, above a set of large but tight balls that had their own sporadic hairs sprouting in all directions. Kevin and Sam were more subtle, sliding off their suits and hanging them on the towel hooks near the entrance to the showers. Sam still wasn’t tired of seeing Kevin’s hefty, uncut cock and dark, sparse pubes, far larger than his and the biggest of all the 7th graders. They took showers next to one another on the righthand wall a few spaces down from Zach, who was already soaping up. About a minute later, the door opened and assistant coach Greg walked in carrying a duffle bag and his towel, still wearing his speedo. He peered around the corner where his three athletes were standing, stark naked, under their respective showers and took a few steps inside. He chose a shower on the opposite wall to Sam and Kevin and turned on a showerhead in the middle. He looked around at each of the three boys, all of whom were trying to act casual but kept sneaking sideways looks at their coach. He hooked his thumbs under his waistband, pausing as if trying bursa escort bayan to make a decision, and then bent over, lowering his speedo to his ankles. When he stood up, all three boys got a clear view of his naked body for the first time, and Sam was shocked by what he saw. Greg’s smooth, long torso and eight-pack abs led down in a V-shape to his pelvis, where he was as smooth as a baby below the waist, having clearly shaved his pubes very recently. Hanging between his legs was the largest flaccid penis Sam had ever seen. It was cut and thick, a dark reddish-brown color, and even soft it hung easily 5, maybe 6 inches. His cockhead descended past his scrotum, but the balls that hung behind it were also large and smooth. He turned around to get his face wet, exposing a perky, well-muscled ass with a clear but faded tanline from a speedo. He bent down to wash his lower legs and the boys got a clear view of a tight, brown hole and the back of his scrotum, all smooth. He turned around as if nothing had happened to find all three boys openly staring at him. “So, you guys have a bunch of homework tonight?” he asked casually. There was a pause as the horny middle schoolers tried to focus. Kevin was the first to recover. “Uh… just some math problem sets,” he responded. “Nothing too bad.” “Do you have a lot of work for college?” Zach asked. Sam looked over at the 8th grader, who was soaping up his crotch area and had a clear semi. He wasn’t alone, as Kevin’s cock had started to swell as well and Sam’s had begun to assume its signature upward curve. Greg shrugged. “Sometimes yes, sometimes no,” he responded. “I just finished up a round of exams, so things are actually pretty chill this week.” The group lapsed into awkward silence. Greg turned toward the drain and began to pee hands-free, his long, meaty cock releasing a clear stream that dripped on his feet as he finished but was quickly washed away by the shower. After a few moments that seemed like hours to Sam, Kevin spoke up. “Uh… Greg?” he said tentatively. “Can I ask you a weird question?” Greg looked up, a bit surprised. “Sure, bud, anything,” he replied. “What’s up?” Kevin blushed, hesitating. Then – “Are all guys your age… that big… down there?” He asked, gesturing vaguely at Greg’s waist. Greg laughed. He looked down at the serpent dangling between his legs and gave it a squeeze. “Not at all,” he replied. “I’m… blessed, I suppose.” He looked over at Kevin’s growing semi. The pink tip of his cockhead had begun to poke out from under his foreskin, the surefire sign that he was aroused. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about in that department, big guy,” Greg said, chuckling. Kevin blushed. “How big does it get?” Zach asked, eyeing his coach hungrily. His cock was more than half-hard at this point, sticking straight out nearly 6 inches. Sam noticed that it was quite a bit thicker than most, almost as wide as his wrist. Greg shrugged. “Fully hard, it’s… a bit over 8 inches. Maybe 8 and a half.” “Prove it,” Zach shot back without hesitation. Greg looked around at the three boys, all of whom were visibly aroused at this point. Sam’s cockhead was fully exposed above his foreskin and his 5.5-inch cock curved upward to point at the ceiling. There was no hiding his boner. “Fine, but only if you guys promise it’ll stay between us,” Greg said. “I could get in trouble otherwise.” All three boys nodded vigorously. Greg reached down and gingerly began to stroke his long, tan cock. Slowly, it began to lengthen and stiffen. Longer and thicker it grew until finally Greg released his grip, showing off his full boner. Like Sam, his cock curved upward, but it was too long and heavy to point straight up like Sam’s did. The upward stretch of his shaft drew his big balls upward, but they still hung down a bit loosely below. More than anything else, it reminded Sam of the kinds of cocks he saw in porn videos, but seeing such a large member in real life looked too good to be true, almost silly. He certainly couldn’t picture how it would even fit inside another person… but the thought of watching Greg fuck someone certainly was hot. “Damn,” Kevin muttered under his breath. He was fully hard as well and even his thick 7 inches looked small by comparison. “Dude, that’s huge!” Zach exclaimed. “You weren’t kidding.” Greg smiled and gave his cock a few more strokes. “You guys could look like this one day,” he said, “You’re still growing. You never know.” “When did you first know you were big?” Sam asked. Greg furrowed his brow and thought for a moment. escort bursa “Probably around your age, actually,” he said. “When you’re at swim practice and everyone showers together, it becomes pretty clear who’s got what.” All four swimmers were hard and stroking their cocks now. The three younger boys were fixated on Greg’s smooth body as his muscley right arm stroked his cock, and he seemed to enjoy the attention. He gave himself long, smooth strokes, pausing occasionally to let the full visual effect of his picture-perfect cock sink in. “Are you the biggest in your family?” Zach asked. Sam noticed that his left hand was behind his back; he seemed to be slipping his fingers inside the crack of his plump ass while he stroked. Greg blushed, and furrowed his brow. “Uh… yeah, I think so,” he pondered. “I’ve never seen my dad hard, but he walks around the house naked sometimes and I’m bigger soft. I’m the middle brother in my family – my older brother is about half an inch shorter, but he’s also big. My younger brother is around your guys’ age, actually, and he’s still growing. Maybe someday he’ll be the biggest!” It was Kevin’s turn to ask a question. “Isn’t that, like… too big?” he asked, his eyes wide. “Like… can you fit it inside a person?” Sam looked down, and shrugged. “It’s a challenge for some, sure,” he admitted, and Sam noticed he was deliberately gender non-specific with his word choice. “But with practice, it can be a lot of fun. And once they get used to this big boy, they never go back.” He winked. Zach had left his shower head and was slowly approaching Greg, his stiff cock glistening in his hand. He stopped about a foot away and stared. Greg stopped stroking and looked up at him, confused. “I wonder…” Zach began, “…how much I could… fit in my mouth…” he said slowly and quietly, as if the idea was occurring to him as he was speaking. Greg looked startled. “Well, I don’t know if that’s a good…” he trailed off as Zach sank to his knees. He peered up at the assistant coach from under his shaggy, wet bangs, silently begging. Greg was speechless, and seemed to be considering his options. Then, his cock twitched, and a drop of precum slipped out of the tip and slowly fell to the tile floor. That was all the invitation Zach needed. He grabbed the base of Greg’s smooth cock with his left hand, his right hand still around his own, and tilted it toward his open mouth. His lips parted and he eagerly descended as far down the shaft as he could, but Greg’s girth prevented him from getting more than a third of the way down. He bobbed back up and tried again, this time getting closer to halfway. He continued the bobbing motion and Greg seemed to relax, sighing as his head tilted back with pleasure. This display was almost too much for Sam and Kevin to handle. Both boys were furiously stroking their hard preteen cocks, quickly approaching climax with every second. Instinctively, they too stepped forward out of their showers, slowly wandering over until they were standing side by side behind Zach’s bobbing head. Greg looked back down and smiled as his eager swimmers pleasured themselves in front of him. In the steam, spray, and heat of the moment, it was hard to tell who erupted first, but in a split second, all four boys were cumming. Kevin sprayed two ropes of cum in quick succession, landing in Zach’s hair and on his shoulder. Sam’s flew straight up, landing on his own cock at first, but his third or fourth squirt landed on Zach’s back and left buttcheek. Zach’s load splattered on the tile floor between Greg’s legs, but it didn’t stop him from sucking as Greg climaxed as well. Zach tried as hard as he could, but he couldn’t keep all of Greg’s load in his mouth. After a few seconds, it began to dribble out of the corners of his lips and down his chin, and then Greg’s pink cockhead popped out, dancing up and down as his orgasm continued and spraying the last few drops on Zach’s chest. He sighed heavily and leaned against the shower wall, his cock still rock hard and glistening with saliva and semen. Zach stood up and returned to his shower to wash the three loads off the various parts of his body. As he washed, he looked over at his teammates. “That was so cool!” He exclaimed. “I have to admit, you’re pretty good at that,” Greg said, smiling. He had returned to soaping up his body, but his cock was still inflated and red, wilting a little but still over 7 inches long. “Better than my brothers, even.” Sam looked down at his own cock, which was also deflating, but slowly. He was fairly certain he could cum again if he’d wanted to. “Were we the first guys on the team you showered with?” he asked Greg. “So far, yeah,” Greg replied. “Definitely the most fun, too.” He winked, and shut off his shower with a thud. [end of chapter 5]

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