SWIM PRACTICE
By hiker@redshift.com.

I had been on the university swim team for two years, when I tore my rotator cuff in a biking accident prior to my third season. Unfortunately, the doctor told me I would have to sit the season out. But, I really enjoyed the team so I inquired with the coach if I could be the team manager for my final year at the university. Since I was one of the top distance swimmers on the team and knew all the practice drills like the back of my hand, the coach agreed. I was assigned my old locker in the swim team locker room and was happy that I could at least participate in one way or another with the team, as it looked like we were going to have another championship season.

Despite the fact that I couldn't participate in practice, I usually suited up into my Speedo every day. At times I would have to get into the pool to assist the newer members of the team on proper stroke technique. There were forty swimmers on the team and fifteen were new members, so I spent fifteen to twenty minutes a practice session in the pool. One night practice was running late and one of the new team members, a freestyle sprinter, needed improvements on his breathing technique. I asked him if he could stay late so we could spend a few minutes in the pool working on his stroke. He agreed. The coach was in his office working on the line-up for an upcoming swim meet. Coach was thirty-five and when he was in his early twenties he was a member of the national Olympic squad. He managed to keep his swimmer's build by participating in a few practices a week and doing some weightlifting every night after practice.

After the new guy took off, I walked into the coach's office to see if he needed any help with the line-up. He was just finishing and said he didn't need any help. "I'm just going to do some work on the weights, shower and go home," said the coach. "Care to join me on the weights?"

The doctor said I couldn't do anything that would affect my shoulder for another few months, but I could work on my legs so I told the coach I'd join him. Coach had a weight set-up in a small room off of his office. Both of us were still in our Speedos, so we didn't bother changing into our workout clothes. Coach started on some upper torso work and I did some leg presses and some calf lifts. As I was working the calf lifts, I noticed that Coach was staring at me and smiling from the weight bench opposite me. His eyes were wandering down towards the bulge in my Speedos. I always wore a suit about one size too small - I liked the tightness and the way it presented my package. I smiled back at Coach and said, "Your chest and abs are building quite nice. I wish I could get back to working my upper body."

Coach replied, "In due time. You have to rest your shoulder so I can get you back in the line up next season. Your lower body is looking mighty fine, I must say so." I blushed slightly and smiled at the coach. We worked for about another fifteen minutes. By then the natatorium was empty except for the two of us. I looked up at the clock and it was approaching eight in the evening. Coach suggested we hit the showers, as the pool area had to be clear by nine so the cleaning staff could come in. 

We entered the showers. I went to the far side away from the door and Coach took the shower next to me. There were no stalls, just an open area with about twenty showerheads. I turned the water as steaming hot as I could take it and pulled down my Speedo and started to lather up with soap. Coach did the same. I enjoyed a long, hot shower as it gave me time to check out all the other swimmers somewhat discretely. As I was lathering up my legs, I looked over at Coach. He was facing me, smiling and staring as I scrubbed my legs. Self-consciously, I smiled back and mumbled something about what a nice workout we had. 

"As I said before, your lower body is well-defined - you have some well developed upper thigh muscles, particularly your butt," stated Coach. He started to lather up his groin area, slowly working the bar of soap around his cock and balls. I noticed his flaccid meat start to fill up slightly. Suddenly he reached over and grabbed my left butt cheek. "Yes, nice and firm," he commented.
I laughed nervously and said, "Hey there! Feeling a bit randy are we?" Coach's shaft was now at almost a full erection, sticking out to a full seven or eight inches. His balls hung fat and low in the hot, steamy shower room. My own cock started to react, filling slowly in firmness. I made no secret of the fact that I was gay and no one else on the team cared one bit. In fact, there were at least four others whom I knew were gay as well. "I'll tell you what, why don't you let me finish lathering that package of yours for you."

"Just don't go telling my wife or anyone else on the team about this," stated Coach. "Especially the four other - ah, shall we say queens?" I reached over and took the soap from Coach's hand and started to work the lather around his balls. With my other hand I grabbed his erect shaft and slowly pumped it. By now my own cock was fully hard, pointing seven and a half inches towards my chin. I typical swimmer fashion, I kept my body shaved as did the majority of other men on the team. One of the things that got me the horniest was watching the other men shave in the locker room right before swim meets. My ball package wasn't the largest and usually remained tight against my body. 

Coach stood, arms by his side and eyes shut. His breath started to slow and deepen as pleasure overtook his body. I continued to stroke and lather his manhood. Soon I shut off my shower and joined Coach in his. After working his hard-on for a while, I reached around, hugging him, pressing my erection against his while massaging his ass with my hands. His ass was firm and muscular, much like my own. I let the shower flow over our bodies, rinsing all the soap away as I rubbed my manhood against his. 

Coach then surprised me with his next move - I had not expected what was happening in the shower that night much less than expecting his next question. "Mind if I go down on you? I always wanted to suck off a young swimmer and seeing your beautiful package through that tight Speedo of yours has always turned me on." I told Coach to go for it. His hands worked down my sides as he lowered himself to his knees. He then took hold of my rock-hard piece and slowly worked its head into his mouth. As he gently tongued and sucked on my shaft, he was slowly and rhythmically pumping his meat with his free hand. Our gentle moans were in perfect time, quietly echoing through the shower room. 

Coach continued to suck on my meat as the steamy, hot water washed over my back. After about ten minutes I could feel my balls tighten and my cock start to throb. "I think I'm going to shoot!" I whispered softly. I pulled my firm shaft from Coach's mouth as wads of creamy, white sperm shot over Coach's face. Coach then stood up and I went down on him, taking his meat into my mouth. I slowly sucked his shaft, occasionally pausing to run my tongue over his massive balls. I reached my hand around his backside and gently slid my finger into his anus. He started to let out loud grunts of shear ecstasy as I worked my finger deep into his hole, massaging his prostate gland as I continued to suck his meat. Soon I felt his full load of cum coat the back of my mouth. The sweetness of his enormous load of juice filled my mouth.

I stood and firmly kissed his waiting mouth, letting the taste of his own cum cover his tongue as he worked it around my mouth. We passionately embraced, working our tongues together for what seemed an eternity. We slowly pulled apart and finished showering, still under the same showerhead. We then went into the empty locker room, and toweled each other dry. I put my clothes back on slowly, admiring Coach's beautiful swimmer's build as he got dressed. 

As I was preparing to leave, Coach slapped my firm ass and said, "Maybe you can stay late after a few more practices this season?" I smiled at Coach, leaned over and kissed him gently on the mouth. 

"I'd love to!" I stated as I walked out the door and back to my apartment. 

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