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 I - THE POOL
It was summer. Classes at the university had ended only a week ago, and Dennis had finally made it back to his hometown. With no plans for work-he had failed to secure an internship in the city like his father had wanted-Dennis found himself with nothing to do but sit around and waste away the days. There was no better place to do this than the community pool.
Dennis had been on the swim team while growing up, and he still maintained the slender frame and upper body strength that a regular swim workout had afforded him. He was around 5'10" and was pretty smooth all over, save for a plush patch of pubes that he was rather proud of. Despite swimmers typically wanting no body hair for increased movement in the water, Dennis had always wished he was hairier than he was. Unfortunately, his wishes never came true, and he was left looking more like a pre-pubescent teen than the man he felt he was becoming. This is likely why he found hairier, "manly" men to his liking.
While his classmates at university were interested in taking all late classes so they could stay up late and party, and then sleep half the day away, Dennis had never shaken his strong work ethic that had come with being a regular swimmer. He still woke up every morning at 5:00 am so that he could get in a few laps before his classes at 8:00. This is why, at 6:45 on his first morning back in town, Dennis found himself coasting down the hill on his bicycle, rapidly approaching the pool in the community park. When he arrived, the gates were already open and the lanes were full, as swimmers raced back and forth along the length of the pool.
"Hi Dennis," the attendant said. She was a very attractive brunette that was about Dennis' age. Her name was Cindy, and she was a couple of years older than Dennis. "Back from school?"
"Hey Cind," Dennis replied. "Just got back yesterday. Was hoping to hit the pool before anyone else got here. Any lanes open?"
"They'll be done soon," Cindy said. "It's just the Master Swimming class. They usually swim from 6:00 to 7:00. In fact, I think they're wrapping up now."
Dennis looked out onto the pool deck and saw several swimmers abandoning their lanes. He watched as a few older men climbed the ladder and stepped onto the deck, dripping water from head to toe. His eyes went towards the first one, whose wet, hairy body had instantly caught his attention. The hair curved around the man's belly and pointed straight down to the sizable bulge in his revealing speedo. The man turned around on the deck and Dennis caught a glimpse of his chubby butt crack peeking out from his briefs. He pulled it up with both hands, tugging the fabric into his crack, outlining the entirety of his ass. The man then extended an arm and helped the next man, a much slimmer and smoother guy, up the ladder. The second man had less padding than the first, but he still was somewhat soft in the middle. His baby blue speedo was almost transparent in its current state, showing Dennis the complete outline of what looked to be around four inches of meat. Seconds later, both men stepped around the corner and out of Dennis' view.
Dennis turned back to Cindy. "Well, looks like it's my turn. I'll catch you later, Cind."
"Have a nice swim," she said.
Dennis entered the locker room and could hear the showers running at the far side. A cloud of steam poured out of the wet area, telling him the men from the pool liked their showers hot. He found a locker in the corner and threw it open. From his bag he yanked out a bright red speedo and his goggles. He slipped out of his clothes, and stuffed everything in the locker. He grabbed a towel from the shelf next to the showers and noticed the row of dripping speedos dangling from the hooks. He swallowed, knowing he was about to get an eyeful. He gave his dick a quick slap, hoping the sting would keep it subdued for the few, short moments he'd be in the presence of the older men, and then proceeded into the steam.
There were more men in the shower than Dennis had seen on the deck. Maybe five, if he was seeing everyone. There were the two he had seen before. He could now see he was correct about the man's four-inch dick. It hung beautifully down between his legs, creating a flume for water to jet off of. The larger man was in the far corner facing the wall. Dennis watched as he soaped that plump ass of his, and felt his own tongue run the length of the back of his teeth as the man pulled apart his cheeks to clean. He didn't know why, but he had the sudden urge to bury his tongue in the man's ass. He had never done that before, and actually found it disgusting in many regards, but something about this man was driving him wild. Dennis looked away and took a head on the opposite wall next to one of the other men. This one also had a round gut and the hairiest crotch Dennis had ever seen. His three-inch dick was nearly invisible beneath the forest of hair. He glanced over at Dennis and the two made eye contact for a split second. Dennis liked the man's green eyes, and was really turned on by his salt-and-pepper beard. The awkwardness of making eye contact with a naked man in the shower got to Dennis, though, and he looked away as quickly as possible. He felt his dick slap wearing off, so he quickly slipped on his speedo, spun a few times to get things wet, and rushed out of the locker room.
The day was starting to get warm and the pool felt wonderful. He had missed swimming at this pool, and had missed even more the ability to glide through the water with the warm sun beating down on his exposed skin. It was the one place that Dennis felt he truly had found peace. A few laps in, he had forgotten all about the men in the locker room and was left with nothing but himself and the water ahead. This sharp focus was what had led Dennis to find success in his swimming endeavors. He was able to clear his mind completely and think of nothing more than the task at hand. It was exhilarating.
An hour passed and he finally slapped his palm against the gutter for the last time. He stood up, breathing hard, and gazed around. The pool was beginning to attract the daily crowd. He hadn't even noticed as babysitters with their kids had wandered in, socializing with the other babysitters as the little tykes splashed happily in the kiddie pool; or the teenagers causing a ruckus as they played games in the deep end. Dennis lifted himself out of the pool and plopped down in the nearest lounge chair. He was wiping his face with his town when a voice said, "You're a pretty good swimmer."
Dennis dropped the towel from his face and gazed up at the voice. It was the chubby man from earlier. There he stood, in all his glory, sporting a neon green swim brief. It was even hotter than the plain black one he had worn before. Dennis estimated he must be in his early sixties. He had a full head of silver hair, a caterpillar of a mustache to match, and everywhere from head to toe was decorated with a thick brush of body hair. The man's belly extended out past the speedo, but never dipped over it or turned into rolls. It was firm, not flabby, and it was perfect. Dennis subtly shifted his hands so that the towel was covering his crotch.
"Thanks," Dennis replied.
"I haven't seen you around here before," the man said, as he took a seat in the lounger next to Dennis. He was hunched forward, causing his belly to hang down over the thin strip of neon spandex.
