This is a fictional story about a young adult who joins a Master's Swim team full of older men.
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THE SWIM TEAM, PART V - COACH HAL
"A job?" Dennis asked, one eyebrow raising over the other. That sounded like a terrible idea.
"Yes, a job," his father responded through bites of his bacon and eggs. "You've had a week to adjust to life back at home. There's no reason you can't be productive this summer instead of wasting all your time at the pool."
Dennis stared at his dad. Bill was in his late fifties and had dusty brown hair. He was your typical dad-next-door type-the kind that had a certain look of innocence to them; the kind that certainly wasn't going to top anyone's fuck list. He was perfectly average in every way, from the plain and boring glasses to the extra padding in his midsection that had come with age and a certain predilection for sweets. It was more than sweets, though; Bill looked as if he had swallowed a basketball whole. The belly protruded quite miraculously, stretched beneath Bill's navy polo. A thin tuft of silvery chest hair peeked its way out of the V in the polo. If he weren't his dad, Dennis would've found him quite hot. Who was he kidding? Dennis thought. He totally found him hot.
Dennis thought about how nothing was going to ruin his summer. He had met John. Things were great there. He had joined the swim team. Things were great there, too. He hadn't wasted a week at the pool like his dad claimed. What he had been doing was far from a waste. He had been living out his wildest sexual fantasies in the form of his new teammates on the swim team. There was John, his new, extraordinarily hot, sexual mentor, who had taken Dennis by the cock and led him down a path to fulfilling his wildest desires. Then there was Geoff, the smooth hunk of beef that would fuck anything that stood still long enough, and whose tongue could work magic on any hole or pole. Wacho, the slimmer, strictly-gay teammate Dennis had sucked in the locker room was apparently really into bottoming; Dennis wanted to try topping out soon. Finally, there was Chuck. Chuck was about as shy as could be, but John hadn't been kidding when he said that guy got harder than a teenage boy. If it were up to Dennis, he was going to swim and fuck his way through summer. Nothing could ruin that . . . except a job.
"Are you listening to me?" Bill asked.
Dennis snapped out of his daydream. "A job?" Dennis restated. "That sounds like a terrible idea. What about what I want? What about my plans?"
"What plans?" Bill questioned, curious to hear what Dennis would come up with.
"You know," Dennis muttered, "the ones where I sit around and waste all my time at the pool." He knew that was terrible. He had panicked and couldn't come up with anything more satisfying than the last thing his father wanted to hear.
Bill shook his head. "You're smarter than this, Dennis. You should've gotten an internship like I told you."
"It's not that easy, dad," Dennis groaned. "And most internships don't pay."
"Neither does the pool," Bill interjected. "You know what does pay? A job. As in . . . get a job!"
The conversation was going nowhere. He didn't want a job. But some part of his need to prove his dad wrong picked up on the pool not paying. His dad was wrong. He could spend all day at the pool and get paid. He could be a lifeguard. He had his certificates; the swim team at school had required it. Maybe he could even find the time to sneak away for a quickie with John every now and then. After all, if Coach Hal and Cindy found a way, he could find one. Having made up his mind, Dennis told himself he'd talk to Coach Hal after practice. He glanced up at the clock and saw he was running late.
"Fine," Dennis resigned. "I gotta go to practice now."
"Don't stay up there all day!" Bill shouted after him as he left.
Dennis rushed out of the house. He was running late. Hopping on his bike, he took off down the road and headed into town. By the time he reached the pool, there was only ten minutes left until practice started.
"Better hurry," Cindy called as he flew by. "Coach is back today." She put the lollipop she was holding back in her mouth and gave it a nice suck with her juicy red lips. Dennis paid her no attention as he cut into the locker room.
There was no one in the main locker room when he entered, but he could hear the showers still running. Dennis slipped out of his clothes, grabbed his speedo and googles, and made a b-line straight for the shower. Once inside, he ran straight into Geoff, smacking against his slick, nude flesh, and bouncing back. Geoff caught him as he began to fell and held him. "Huh, mon ami," he said, in his best French accent. He leaned forward and planted a huge kiss on Dennis' lips. Still in his accent, he added, "if you wanted a piece of this, you only needed to ask."
Dennis gave Geoff a smile and thanked him as he helped him back to his feet. "It's good to see you again, Dennis," Geoff said. "We missed you on Friday, but I hear you had more fun than we did." He gave Dennis a wink and smacked his ass.
Had John told them everything? Dennis wondered. Apparently among these friends who did everything together, including fucking each other and their wives, there was no such thing as "what happens in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom." Dennis found an empty shower head and turned it on. He stared back at Geoff from across the shower. He may be lacking in the body hair department, but man if he wasn't one of the hottest fucking men Dennis had ever seen. Now that Dennis had seen those two inches grow much larger, they weren't as noticeable to him. And he quite liked the look of the uncut cock, especially as Geoff soaped his groin, causing it to flop up and down. Was this just showing off for Dennis?
"You'll have your fun soon enough," Dennis assured him.
"I'm counting on it," Geoff replied. "Come on. We better get out there."
They threw their suits on and made their way onto the pool deck. Like the week before, there were two groups standing near the pool: one of ladies and one of men. This time, however, in between the groups, stood Hal. It had been years since he had been Dennis' swim coach, years that had certainly been kind to Hal . . . at least in Dennis' eyes. Dennis had seen him shirtless many times back in the day, as Hal would always parade around in his trunks as he instructed the kids on the proper techniques in swimming. But for the master swim team, Hal didn't wear his trunks. No, he was an active participant; therefore, like the other men, he sported a very brief speedo. This drove Dennis wild. Hal was quite good looking. His messy scruff of hair was now salt and pepper, but his face was the same: kind and genial, the perfect coach. His upper body was still quite muscular for his age; his pronounced pecs matted with salt and pepper hair that led down over his semi-muscular belly that almost hid the fact that he enjoyed beer a little too much. All of this culminated in that crotch. Dennis had always wanted to know what was between that man's legs. Now, in the tight red and blue speedo, he was closer than ever to finding out. While not as round of a bulge as he got with John or Geoff, the head of Hal's dick was very pronounced. There was some shaft visible, too, but not enough for Dennis to fully predict what Hal was packing. He wondered if Hal would shower with the team after practice.
As they walked along the side of the pool, they reached the ladies first. Geoff turned to Trish, who was wearing a sleek, jet-black one piece that had quite the slimming effect on her middle-aged body. Geoff called out to her. "Hey Trish, when you gonna let me eat that pussy again?"
Dennis turned to him in disbelief.
Trish looked up from her clip board. "How about never."
"Oh, come on," Geoff added, with a devious smile. "I know that husband of yours ain't doing it. I promise it'll be worth your while."
"Have a nice swim, Geoff," Trish replied.
