Date: Sat, 27 Dec 2003 21:25:03 -0800 (PST)
From: pete baker <rpeet2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Masters Swim Team Seduction

As I began to approach my 40th birthday, I knew it was
time to take my workouts up a notch. Up till then, I'd
been pretty faithful to the gym. I'd been doing some
combo of weights and cardio several days a week since
my mid thirties which helped keep my 5'8" body a
respectable 160 lbs. My stomach is relatively flat
(not six-pack flat) and my chest, arms and legs have
pretty good definition. But I was in a rut and
starting to plateau.I'd swam competitively in high
school and a bit in college, so I knew that regular
laps would provide the "kick in the ass" I needed to
shake up my workout.

After a few weeks of laps at the Y, I decided to go
all the way and join the Masters Swim team -- a swim
league made up of adults 25+, most of whom swam
competitively as youths.

While not my motivator, a huge fringe benefit of being
on the swim team was seeing guys in tight speedos and
nude in the locker room. Since I was a teen, I'd
always enjoyed these sights and sometimes had sexual
fantasies about certain guys but I never acted on
them. To be fair, I have also had sexual fantasies
about hot supermodels and actresses like Carmen
Electra and Heather Locklear, but like my fantasies
about guys, I never dreamed I'd be in a situation
where the fantasy would come true. I should also say
I'm happily married for 15 years and have two great
kids.

My first practice with the team was a rude awakening.
Despite my regular treadmill running and stairmaster,
I was drained. My team was about 7 guys ranging in age
from mid 20's to early 60's, all of whom were in great
condition and made it through the practice with little
trouble. i was a bit embarrassed at first, and did not
make an effort to engage the other guys. After the
third practice, Chris introduced himself. He is about
38 and also married with two kids. Physically, he and
I are in about the same shape. He's a little taller, a
little less hairy and has brown hair (my Italian blood
gave me a dark complexion and dark hair, a bit of body
fur). The more I got to know Chris, the more I liked
him -- as a buddy. While he was very nice looking, I
did not pop a rod when I saw him, nor did he become an
object of my fantasies. That distinction went to
Robby, a cocky, but endearing 30 year old whose speedo
left little to the imagination. He was blessed with a
good sized, fat cock. Even with the natural
"shrinkage" that occurred with swimming, he was well
built. Sometimes, simply the anticipation of watching
him peel off his wet suit in the shower provided me
the incentive I needed to make it through practice. He
was about my height, but with about 7% body fat and
totally smooth, with sandy blond hair and crystal blue
eyes. Again, like the famous supermodels, I knew our
relationship would only be in my fantasies. He was
clearly straight, all the way.
One day in the lockerrooms after practice, Chris must
have caught me gazing a bit too long at Robby. He
later commented, totally offhandedly, "how about just
taking a picture." It was subtle enough to let me know
he "knew." I freaked out 'cause I had been busted. I'd
kept my interest in guys totally hidden. And to the
best of my knowledge, nobody had any clue. I missed
two practices for fear of facing Chris again. I'd beat
myself up for being so obvious. Finally, I convinced
myself that it was no big deal if one person
"suspected." He could not prove anything and besides,
I could completely deny it.

I immediately struck up a conversation with Chris,
telling him I was away on business. That led to a
discussion of what we did for a living and I learned
that Chris was a physician (internal medicine).
eveything was cool with no mention of his comment a
few practices ago. We started to become even better
friends away from swimming. We'd occasionally have
breakfast after practice or lunch during the week. Our
conversation was always about our families, jobs, cars
or sports. About three months after his "comment" (I
was still grabbing peeks at Robby, but much more
carefully), I strained a muscle in my shoulder. Chris
and our coach instructed me to let the hot water of
the shower beat on it for awhile then lay on the bench
on my stomach. I did what "the doctor" ordered and
while I was laying on the bench, Chris checked on me.
he was already showered and dressed and asked if I
wanted him to rub it out going on to explain that he
has training to work on these type of injuries. I said
"sure" and he started to rub out my upper back and
shoulders. The minute he touched my back, it was like
electricity was going through was skin. It felt
incredible and then it quickly started to feel
sensual. A slight stir in my groin quickly became a
raging erection. I did not want Chris to stop, but he
did saying "I feel it getting looser already." "Good
luck" he said as he left, "I'll see ya next practice"

"What in the hell just happened?" I asked myself. I
had had massages before, by both attractive men and
women, but not generated this kind of response from my
body. I was not even particularly horny. As soon as my
cock got soft, I jumped into a stall and started
rubbing my cock and balls simultaneously to release
the huge load that had quickly built up.

At the next practice, Chris asked about my back. I
told him it was still sore but that whatever he did
the other day made a huge difference. He offered to
give me another "adjustment" after practice nd of
course I said "OK." I started to look at Chris
differently that day, taking notice of his body in
ways I had not done before. His full lips, his larger
than average nipples, his high tight ass and how his
cock looked encased in his speedo. Here was this hot
stud right under my nose and I was blinded by the
flash of Robby's cover boy bod. I always thoughts guys
were going to securely stay in my fantasies. But now,
after getting to know Chris and after feel his
incredible albeit brief touch, I needed more. A
jack-off fantasy would not be enough.

After several backrubs on the bench in the locker
room, I suggested to Chris that he rub it while the
shower spray was beating down my back. He agreed. So
after practice, we chatted with coach a bit and headed
to the locker room. Most of the guys on the team had
left the wet area by now. We got into a shower stall
and Chris surprised me by closing the curtain. Most
people didn't bother with the curtains. We all had a
habit of talking to each other about the practice
during our showers and the curtains made conversation
difficult. Chris told me to turn the water on as hot
as I could stand it and face the wall with my hands
flat up against it. Chris started to work some
pressure points on my back. One was so strong that I
jumped and backed into him at which time my ass bumped
into his groin and I felt a cement-like rod. I
panicked, said "excuse me" and quickly went back
against the wall. "Was he playing games with me" I
asked myself. Again, this is as close as I had ever
dreamed of coming to being in a sexual situation with
someone other than my wife, let alone a guy. My head
was spinning. Do I go for it and risk both a
friendship and possible rejection and humiliation?
Based on his comment a few months back, does he
suspect an interest? Is he trying to make a move? At
this point he moved one hand to my chest to support me
while he dug into my back with his thumb. The hand on
my chest eventually started to rub my nipple. It
quickly became apparent that this was no accident. He
was trying to make a move. Without thinking, I gently
placed one hand over his hand on my chest and slowly
backed into him, brushing my ass against against his
cock. I could clearly feel the outline of the head and
shaft. I heard a soft moan and by this time, I'd
backed all the way into him, starting and light grind
on his package. His head came to my shoulder and he
whispered in my ear that he felt "so fucking hot." I
let out a groan as I continued to grind. He slid his
one hand down the from of my speedo alternately
grasping my cock and squeezing my balls. Then he did
something totally amazing, sliding his other hand down
the back of my swimsuit, wiggling down my crack and
gently pressing against and entering my asshole. he
slowly went in and out while still fondling my cock
with his other hand. then, without warning, he plunged
his finger in deeper and started manipulating my
prostate. I uttered an "ugh" and he said "remember I'm
a doctor and know my way around this area pretty
well." That was an understatement. He had me panting
so hard I was sure someone would hear us. He plunged a
second finger in and I shot the most intense and
largest wad of come I've ever shot in my life. My body
was still contracting even when all the cum was gone.
I had to bend over or I would have fallen down. At
some point in my Ecstasy, Chris came as well without
out me being aware whatsoever.

We both showered, got dressed and made plans to meet
for lunch in two days. That's tomorrow. perhaps there
is more to come. I've gone through a complete cycle of
emotions from guilt, to giddiness, to anticipation to
fear. I'm not sure where this will lead.

Thanks for reading and allowing me to get this off my
chest. Believe it or not, writing this has been
incredibly therapeutic.

Comments are certainly welcome. Please email me at
rpeet2@yahoo.com