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Disclaimer:
All characters depicted in this story are 18. The setting is Senior Year and all sexual activity is consensual.
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My toes tightly gripped the edge, as I stood there patiently, my body poised for action. A quick glance to my left revealed a line of seven other boys, their muscles defined and bodies honed from years of rigorous training.
From the stands, a group of girls whispered and pointed, their voices blending with the muffled echoes in the vast hall.
With only our tight little speedos protecting our modesty, which even then left nothing to the imagination. We might as well have been standing there naked.
A figure slowly paced behind us.
Suddenly, the sharp shrill of a whistle pierced the air, resonating through the cavernous hall. In response, we propelled ourselves into the water, the hall's ambient noise fading as our bodies sliced through the surface. Quickly reemerging, the rhythmic pounding of our muscular arms echoed as we reached the opposite side, only to quickly submerge again, kicking off the wall with precision and returning back to where we started.
The whistle blew out again.
"Danny, looking good. Sam, excellent. Jonas, perfect as ever," our swim coach yelled out.
Then, the coach turned his attention to me.
"Christopher, tighten up your stroke, boy. Jonas, help him out will you."
As the coach walked away, muttering under his breath, I exchanged a puzzled glance with Jonas who was in the lane next to me.
Jonas' head dropped under the water so he could get past the lane separator and popped up next to me.
"Hey." He said smiling.
"Hey... I don't get what coach is talking about, what's wrong with my stroke?"
"Here let me help. I think I may know what he's referring to."
With that, Jonas waded behind me. I could feel his hard body press against me. Reaching over his right arm, he grabbed mine and held it by the wrist. He then moved my arm and showed me what I was doing wrong.
"Ahhh, Thanks, I think I get it now."
"No problem," he replied and dipped back under the water to his lane.
"Right, let's go again." The coach bellowed.
"Feet on the wall and 3-2-1..."
The whistle blew again and we all shot off for another length.
When we got back to the start. The coach was hovering over me.
"Christopher!" He shouted.
Bracing for criticism, I was surprised to hear, "Better, well done. Maybe a bit of Jonas rubbed off on you."
Almost a compliment, but I'd take it.
"Right then! Everyone out and hit the showers," the coach bellowed, signalling the end of our intense training session.
We all grabbed the pool wall and lifted ourselves out of the water. As we bent over to climb out, a wolf whistle could be heard from the group of girls in the stands, followed by a chorus of giggles.
Heading over to the changing rooms, we made a beeline for the shower area.
One by one, the shower heads turned on, blasting out hot water on to the person beneath them.
We each began taking off our speedos in unison, rinsing them under the water.
Then the typical shower banter started.
"Tanya was in stands again Danny. I think she likes you." Sam said flicking the hot water off his head.
"Yeah, I think she wants a bit of this," Danny replied gripping then swinging his cock up and down.
"And what about her friend, fuck me! That ass off hers. I'd definitely tap that."
The other boys laughed.
"Andrew, how did your date go with Sara, does she suck dick as good as they say?"
"A gentleman never tells, boys... but yes, she's like a fucking Dyson." Andrew said laughing.
We had seen each other naked so many times now. In fact, I've probably seen these guys more without their clothes on, than with.
I didn't really consider myself gay as such, but I could certainly appreciate the bodies on these guys. They were all tall, lean, athletic, and there were some very impressive cocks of different sizes all on display.
I stood next to Jonas, who was physically a bigger guy than me, he was also bigger than me in the downstairs department - that boy was blessed.
I tried not to look, but often found myself doing exactly that. In my opinion, he quite clearly had the best-looking cock of the bunch, with his long, thick shaft and his big round balls. I don't mind admitting he was a bit of an Adonis, and I may or may not have had a little man crush on him.
Jonas hadn't been at our school for very long, he joined us about four months ago and literally walked into the swim team. The coach was bowled over by how good he was in trials and instantly added him to the squad.
He was the strong quiet type; the girls were practically throwing themselves at him and I'm pretty sure he could have taken his pick. Strangely though, he just batted off their affections, which seemed to only make the girls try harder to get his attention, lower cut tops, shorter skirts, the works.
After we finished showering, Jonas and I struck up a conversation as we dressed.
"Aww man, I know the coach is going to drop me for next week's regionals. I can feel it."
"Don't worry about it, you'll get there."
"He keeps criticising my technique though."
Jonas was putting the last of his things in his bag. By this time all the other guys had finished and cleared out of the changing rooms.
Turning to me, he said, "Look, keep this between you and me, but I've got a pool at my house, if you want to come over and practice, that's fine. I'll help you out with your stroke."
"Cheers man, I really appreciate it."
While I was grateful for his offer, I didn't understand the need for secrecy.
He pulled out a pen from his bag and tore off a piece of paper from one of his notebooks.
He scribbled down his address.
"Seriously though, Chris. Keep this to yourself. Ok."
"Ok, ok. I won't tell anyone."
I folded the piece of paper and slid it into my pocket.
We both left the changing room and headed off to our next class.
When school finished, I headed back home, the upcoming regionals heavy on my mind. I pulled out the folded piece of paper from my pocket and stared at the address.
I knew I needed help, and Jonas was the one person to give it to me.
Whipping out my phone, I sent Jonas a quick text:
"Hey man, ok if I take you up on your offer tonight?"
The dot's danced under my message and he quickly replied.
"Sure man, come on by."
I wolfed down an energy bar, and asked my dad if I could borrow his car.
With no objections, I jumped in and typed Jonas' address into the sat nav.
Setting off, I dutifully followed the voice directing me to my destination. As I drove by, I couldn't help noticing that the quality of the houses was getting better and better.
"Man, someone's doing alright for themselves." I thought.
I eventually pulled into a cul-de-sac, three massive houses on each side. Double-checking the address on the piece of paper, I couldn't believe this was where Jonas lived.
