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 VII -- FIRST DAY ON THE JOB
Dennis rolled over and found himself lying in a large, wet spot. Half asleep, he ran his hand down the length of his body until he got to his belly, which was also covered in the liquid. His fully erect cock was still dripping. "Fuck," he whispered to himself. He couldn't remember his dream, but it must have been hot. He lifted his hands and ran them across his face, wiping away the sleep, then stumbled out of bed.
He tossed on a pair of athletic shorts and began stuffing things he needed for the day in his pool bag. It was his first day of work, so he couldn't be late. Though, he wouldn't start until after swim practice, so he had some time. If only he could find his speedo.
Dennis walked into the kitchen where his dad was at the table eating breakfast. "Have you seen my speedo?" Dennis asked, as he searched his cubby in the corner.
"Good morning to you, too," Bill replied, as he nodded down at the tent in Dennis' pants. "Looks like someone's awake." Seeing the hardened cum across Dennis' belly, he added, "and has been enjoying themselves."
"You've seen it now," Dennis snapped back, "so what does it matter? Have you seen my speedo?" he said again.
Bill smiled. He had seen it. And while he was more into guys like John, he had to admit his son was packing quite nicely. "Yes, I took it and washed it last night. I wanted you to look nice for your first day of work. You had some stains in the liner that you really should pay more attention to."
"Ok," Dennis said, ignoring what he saw as nagging. The fact that his father was openly referring to his cum stains, as if that was something normal parents did, was a little too much at that hour.
Dennis ducked into the laundry room really quick, grabbed his speedo from the rim of the sink, and also a shirt from the basket. He pulled the shirt over his head as he walked back into the kitchen, and grabbed his bag from the chair. "What are you still doing here?" he asked his dad. "Shouldn't you be at work?"
Bill tossed a piece of bacon in his mouth and, through chomps, said, "I'm off today. Have to pick your sister up from the airport."
Dennis' eyes opened wide. He had completely forgotten she was coming home today.
"You forgot she was coming, didn't you?" his dad asked, not surprised.
"No . . . I mean, maybe," he replied. "I've had a lot going on."
"I'll say," Bill laughed. "Well don't stay out all night. Your mother wants us to have a family dinner. Maddie is only in town for a few days before she leaves for her study abroad. You should think about doing that, you know? It could be great for your resume."
That was his cue to leave. "Thanks, Dad. Great talking to you, as always," Dennis sarcastically yelled behind him as he walked out.
"Dinner is at six!" Bill yelled after him.
It was typical that every conversation he had with his father would always end up with Dennis getting nagged in some way. Usually, it was about how Dennis wasn't quite at the level that his older sister Maddie was. Maddie was the quintessential perfect child. She got straight A's; she didn't drink; she wasn't interested in sleeping around with college boys, like all her friends; and she was the nicest, politest, most beautiful daughter in the whole, wide world . . . except none of that was true. Sure, she could be nice, and she was definitely beautiful--some might even say hot!--but what Dennis knew that no one else in his family knew was that Maddie was quite the slut. One might even call her cock hungry, as she had an insatiable appetite for fat, juicy rods.
How did Dennis know this? Well, he had walked in on her once getting spit roasted by the two neighbor boys. They were twins, you see, and like Maddie, perfect at everything. The Wonder Twins, they were called around town. Their parents likely thought the same things about them as Dennis' thought about Maddie. But here they were, with their twin cocks, plugging up his perfect sister's perfect, little holes. He imagined her holes were rounder and tighter than anyone else's, and their cocks, from what he could remember, were certainly harder and thicker than any other guy on the block. In fact, it was probably the most perfect sex that had ever happened. Does that give you a clue? How could Dennis possibly live up to that?
From then on, his sister had shared all her sexploits with him. She wasn't ashamed to discuss her love for cock with him, even if it did slightly embarrass him. Why he was embarrassed, Maddie never knew. She, of course, didn't know that every time she mentioned fucking one of the volunteer firemen in town, or a new guy she had met at the gym, or even her seventh grade math teacher, that Dennis would get hard thinking about their cocks drilling her. Or that he would stroke his cock thinking about them drilling him. After the last two weeks though, he did have to wonder which one of them was getting more cock these days?
Dennis rolled up to the pool with plenty of time to spare. Cindy was nowhere to be found, so he walked right in and got to business. Bob and Chuck were already there when he entered the locker room. Bob was standing next to the bench, folding his briefs, while Chuck was in front of the mirror, butt naked, trying to yank one of his bushy eyebrows. Bob looked up as Dennis entered.
"Good morning, Dennis. How did the job interview go yesterday?"
"Morning, Bob," Dennis said, as he spun the dial on his locker. He thought back fondly to his encounter with Coach Hal in the office, how he had gotten down on his knees as his childhood coach rammed his seven-inch cock down his throat. It had only been a day ago, but after all that had happened between himself, his dad, and John following that moment, it seemed like weeks away. He hoped he would have the opportunity to experience him again. "It was fine. Not much of an interview. I start after practice today."
Bob smiled and nodded his direction. "Good for you, Dennis. Good for you."
At that moment, John walked into the room. Chuck looked up in the mirror and saw him enter. He turned towards Bob, and the two of them knew they should leave. "Well," Bob said, "we'll see you two out there." He gave John a wave and they hit the showers.
Dennis' eyes met John's. There they were, right in the same spot where it all took place the day before. Right where his father had embarrassed him more than ever before, and right were he had left John alone and vulnerable. Of course, that was before his dad went over and fucked John's brains out later that night. But it was still in that spot where Dennis was sure John would never speak to him again, or even the last time the two would ever see each other again. Now, based on what he'd heard from his dad, that wasn't true. Dennis would continue to swim on the team, he'd have a part-time summer job, and he was free to screw around with John whenever he pleased. That was, if John would still have him.
John was quiet as he made his way over to his locker, which happened to be two away from Dennis'. When he got there, he said, "Hey, kid."
"Hey," Dennis responded. Oh, boy, this was going to be weird.
They stood in silence. "Is this going to be awkward now?" Dennis asked.
