Date: Wed, 3 Dec 2003 14:19:31 -0800 (PST)
From: P G <phoenixfire543@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sensei:  Chapter 12

Legals:  This story did not happen.  he characters are based on real
people, but the names and events have been changed.

     I'm pretty sure that it is part of a doctor's job to overestimate
the time it takes to heal.  But then again, i do heal fast.  Not a week
and a half after my incidnet in the field, the health staff told me i
could return to my normal physical activities.
     I was on my way to the university pool to do my swimming.  I had
recently re-started my swim exercise regimine from high school, and could
now return to my usual routine.
     I entered the locker room, and i was alone, like usual.  It was
early afternoon, and it was february, so there were usually few or no
other swimmers while i was there.  I shucked my jacket, my sweater, and
my usual tight t-shirt.  I stripped down ym pants and boxer briefs, and
stood naked while i put my clothes away in a locker.  I pulled on my
swimsuit.  I dont wear a skimpy speedo. I wear a black jammer, which is
basically skintight black spandex from my waist to lower thigh, with a
gold stripe down the sides.  They left just as little to the imagination
as speedos, but were much warmer, sleeker, and more comfortable.  I tied
the waist tight, and ran my hands along my thighs.  I ran my hands down
my ass, making sure there was no air or wrinkles inthe suit.  This suit
always made me feel extremely sexy, with the thighness and the small 29"
waist.
     Grabbing my towel and goggles, i went into the next room.  The pool
required that swimmers shower quickly before going in, to keep the pool
clean.  A minute or so later i walk out into the pool room.  The floor
was tiled a sky blue, and the large room smelled intensely of chlorine.
I was the only person in the room besides the lifeguard, just the way i
liked it.  I put on my goggles and dove in.  The cold of the water hit
me, and i shivered.  I floated around for a few minutes and adjusted to
the water, and i started my 500meter warmup.
     I grumbled to myself underwater about how much i hate long distance
swimming.  20 laps of the pool later, i stopped to rest, and conisdered
what to do for my main workout.  I jumped as i heard a splash in the
pool.  It was just another swimmer, he had jumped into the pool a few
lanes down.  I saw a head of black hair pop above the water level, and go
back under.  'breaststroke' i told myself.  I went on with my workout and
ignored my company.
     A half hour into my workout, i realized that the other swimmer was
following me, lap by lap, stroke by stroke, and always finishing with
me.  No matter how fast or slow i went, he would follow my exact pace.
     "2 laps, free breast back fly, u wanna go?" i said, challenging
him.  He nodded, his face partway into the water, his black goggles
leaving his __expression unreadable.  We went off, and i set a blistering
pace at the freestyle.  I was a strong  sprinter in the freestyle, but
hardly the best.  My opponent kept with me, and neither of us could
overcome the other.  At the end of the 2 laps, we switched to the
breaststroke.  He realy took off on me then, and i realized that this had
to be his specialty stroke.  I lost a good half a lap on him, and at the
end, i was quite pissed.  I flipped onto my back at the next turn, and
tore up the pool.  The backstoke was my stroke, i competed on a state
championship level in the stroke in the 9th grade, i was good.  I cut his
lead in half by the flipturn, and i closed on him for the next lap.  We
hit the wall together, and came up into the butterfly stroke.  We stayed
togther to the wall, and i lost some ground on the turn.  Thats when i
put in all of my remaining energy.  He was bigger than me, and the
butterfly isnt a good stroke for a heavy guy.  I used my entire body as a
fin, and i gained.  I gained, i lost, i gained, and it was over.  I hit
the wall a second before him, and i whooped.
     We both clung to the side of the pool and caught our breath.  I
chugged out of my water bottle to rehydrate myself.  The other swimmer
pulled himself out of the pool, and stood by the edge, facing away.  The
water ran in rivers out of his jet black hairs.  It ran onto his broad,
strong shoulders.  It ran from his shoulders down his tan, broad, V
shaped back, and down into the black speedo that barely covered his
bubble ass.  His speedo was a little small, and the top of his ass was
shown to the world.  His arms were tight and well muscled, they flexed
and shone in the light as he pulled off his goggles.  "Good swim, you're
very good"  he said in his deep voice, and walked towards the shower
room.
     I stayed in the pool. breathing and drinking water for a few more
minutes, then i pulled myself out of the pool.  I realized that i never
got to see the other swimmer's face, and i would never know if i met him
again.  It was too bad, i thought, he was a good workout partner.
     I grabbed my water, my goggles, and my towel, and hit the shower
myself.  I was not suprised to find the shower empty, many guys preferred
to shower at home instead of at the gym.  As for myself, i turned on some
very hot water.  Seeing as nobody was there, I shucked my suit and tossed
it to the side, near my towel.  I loved the feel of the hot water on my
very sore muscles.  I hadnt realized how very tired i was until that
moment.  I relazed, and let the water and steam do their magic on my
naked body. The heat of the room and my tired muscles made me extremely
drowsy.  I leaned on my right arm against the wall before me, and closed
my eyes.  I could feel myself drifting towards sleep.
     I felt a ghostly touch on my shoulder.  The sensation felt stronger,
and i could feel that it was a hand on my shoulder.  Arms wrapped around
me an hugged me to a strong, well-developed chest.  The warmth of the
body made me feel good.  'this is a good dream' i thought to myself.
Lips left soft kisses on my shoulders and neck, while the hands in front
of my rubbed my chest and stomach.  One hand drifted down and grasped my
dick, which had swollen to its full 7.5 inches.  He began to jerk me
slowly, gently.  I could feel his dick nestled in between my ass cheeks.
It felt warm, it felt big and it felt good.  I moaned as he jerked my
dick, and i leaned my forehead against the tile in front of me.
     The wall was shockingly cold.  It shook me from my revirie and a
realized that i was not dreaming.  I was awake but i was still very very
drowsy.  I spun to confront my molestor, but the act made my dizzy, and i
slipped.  I would have fallen, but two men caught my arms, one on either
side.  They layed me down slowly, and knelt beside me.  I felt dizzy
still, i felt drugged.  I looked up in front of me, and saw the man who
had touched me.  It was the swimmer.  His jet black hair clung to his
hansome face.  His black eyes looked at my with intense desire.  The
water from the shower ran down his chest, through the light hair that
spread across his well-developed pecs.  The water ran down his pecs,
following the black trail of hair to his rippled stomach.  The rail of
hair and water continued down and pooled into a black mass of hair which
surrounded a penis of incredible size. It was wide, it was long, and it
was hard and dripping for me.  The man grinned and said "You like?" in
his deep, lust-filled voice.
     "Its very impressive Mich, but i think i should be going now."  I
said, and went to get up.  The two men beside me grabbed my arms and held
me to the ground.  Mich moved fast, and sat on my legs so i wouldnt kick
them.  I looked to either side.  On my right i saw Ryan, his light brown
hair and red skin wet in the shower.  He had a tight, strong body, brown
eyes, and a hard dick between his legs.  On my left was a man id never
seen before.  He had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a lightly muscled
body of an angel.  If i wasnt so angry and drugged i could have melted
from his smile.
      "Can you really tell me that you dont want to be a part of this?"
Mich asked me, almost pleadingly.  "How about i give you a sample.."
Witht that he dropped forward and took my dick into his mouth.  I tried
to yell for help, but Ryan clasped his hand over my mouth.  Mich's
blowjob was incredible, his mouth creating a near-vacuum around my
dick.   The two men beside me rubbed my body all over, and my nerves were
firing all over the place.  Ryan and the blonde kissed above me, their
tonguesgoing deeply into each others mouths.  Watching hot boys kiss has
always turned me on, and that was one hell of a show.  I wished for
nothing more than to be away from there, to be with Max and away from the
boys forcing themselves upon me.
     As if the gods were granting my wish, the whole thing stopped.  Mich
let my dickm out of his mouth, and stood up.  Ryan and the blonde stood
up and stood guard.
     "Thats just a sample.  If you just try it out, I promise it will be
even better.  I can suck even better than that.  And you can get a feel
of this 10 incher inside you." He said, crudly wagging his monster dick
at me.  With that they left, Mich sending me a quick "The drug will wear
off in about an hour, dont worry."
     I waited until i hear them leave, and i got dressed in a hurry.  I
ran to my room, threw myself on my bed and started to cry.  I felt used,
and i felt powerless.  But what was worse than both of these was the fact
that i was turned on by the thought of giving in.  I felt like a terrible
boyfriend to Max, because i was having infedelic thoughts.  I grabbed the
phone.  The phone on the other end rang, and picked up.
     "Max?  I need to talk to you.

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