Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2004 08:47:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Padraig o'Brien <genseric2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Triathlete Summer - Part One

Triathlete Summer - Part One. By P. Brien. Copyright
by the author.

It was summer and we were going to go back to my
favorite place in the world - our cabin in the rock
climbing country of northern California. Apart from
climbing, I loved the mountain biking trails and the
lakes. We'd row in the lake right behind our house.
And this year there was a little break to our routine
- my cousin Seamus was coming to stay with us. I had
not seen him in ten years, and he was now about
seventeen and doing really well in the triathlon
scene. He wanted to come out to enjoy the fresh air, a
break in his training regimen and a chance to get to
know his relatives out west, including me.

By the way, my name's Bryan and I am in college doing
computer science. Or rather, doing social life and
fitting comp science in between. I'm about 6 feet
tall, and not quite out yet - I was still figuring
this out for myself, but after what happened last
summer, I think I like boys a lot better than girls.

My dad agreed to let me use the family truck to drive
up from our home near San Jose. I was going to warm up
the place first and would be more or less on my own
with Seamus for the first two weeks, while Dad stayed
behind to finish some work at home.  I was to pick
Seamus from the airport on the way up.

His full name was Seamus Gorman. I'd seen photos of
him, mostly at the finish line or up on the winner's
podium. So when I saw him coming out of arrivals, I
got a bit of a surprise. He looked more buff, and
taller. Certainly more of an adult than the boy I had
seen in the photos that his folks brought with them
when they visited. Seamus never followed his family
for visits because he was usually in some training
camp during summer.

He was handsome in the way that we half-Asians tend to
be, a nice mix of Asian and Caucasian features. He had
dirty Blondie dyed hair the way kids nowadays tend to
wear it, and a nice brown tan. He was wearing a dark
blue long-sleeved Ironman T-shirt and Speedo bermudas,
showing off his chiseled calves and big feet in Tevas.


He came over with a big smile and went "Long time no
see .."

We hugged, and man, his chest was big ! "So how's the
little fella doin'", I replied. "I see you've been
busy getting pretty", I teased.

"Well, you ain't seen nothin' yet. Of course, I can't
show you more or I'd get arrested for indecent
exposure. I can show you this, though" And with that,
he'd pulled up his sleeve and flexed his biceps. Pure
muscle and veins up his bronzed left arm.

"Okay, okay, no need to show off too much to your
aging cousin. I'm an old man now, so don't you throw
your weight around just because you can" and with
that, I threw a punch in his solar plexus, greeted
reflexively by his hard abs.

We quit our horsing around to make for the car and the
freeway fast. It was still early in the day and I
wanted to avoid the downtown jam. He had those
raccoon-like eyes, from wearing goggles in the sun for
too many years. We talked about stuff, what I was
doing, what he was planning to do. I found out that he
was planning to get a swimming scholarship and do a
degree in sports and physical education, and then turn
pro. He already had sponsors and was doing very well
in sprint triathlon. Seamus wanted to move on to
Olympic distance in college and after graduating would
gradually train up for the Ironman class races.

"Man, that sounds tough, running a marathon after
cycling for more than a 100 miles. You must train a
lot !"

"Well, right now most of my training is in swimming,
as that is going to pay for tuition, but I run cross
country and have a cycling group outside school. But I
train so much I have the social life of a monk. That's
why I want to take a break this year at your cabin".

It turns out his idea of a break was quite a lot of
hard work - climbing, trail running and rowing.

"The idea is to train the body using something
different, so it won't get boring", he went on. He'd
brought his mountain bike along as well.

We got to the cabin hours later. There was still a
fair bit of sunlight. After unloading our stuff, we
went to our room to change. I was going to tidy up
around the yard and maybe light a fire. "I'm going for
a swim", said Seamus, and with that he pulled off his
shirt and bermies and was soon wearing only a pair of
red speedos and his sandals. He looked breathtaking,
and he must have seen the instant fascination on my
face.

"Hope you don't mind me going around wearing this. I'm
used to appearing in public and having my photos taken
wearing only this. It's a lot more comfortable this
way."

I changed the subject "Oh, not at all, nobody around
here anyway. Oh, by the way, you can take the top bunk
since the bottom is my usual place".

"Fine, but I might climb down early in the mornings
for early runs. Well, see you later, but holler if you
need a hand. I don't want to be a useless house
guest". With that, he had bolted out of the room with
a towel in hand.

Our house had a little sandy beach right next to the
lake. It didn't take long to get the fire started.
Right out of the water, Seamus emerged like a sea
monster. He grabbed his towel and wrapped it round his
torso.

"Man, that was starting to freeze" he said with a
little shiver, then glanced at his watch and went "one
and a half hours. Not bad. I was starting to feel
stiff after that plane and car ride. I'll take a
shower and bring some food out".

He was soon back, hair still slightly wet. He was
wearing an anorak over his bermies.

"Are you sure marshmallows are good for the diet of a
strapping young athlete", I said as I glanced at his
idea of "food".

"No," he replied, "but I'm on leave from being a
strapping athlete this summer. This summer I want to
be a strapping young man enjoying his last year of
high school with long-forgotten relatives".

With that, the theme of discussion was how he'd got
hooked on triathlon at the age of thirteen, and more
about the monastic life he usually led.

"It's nine o'clock now. Way past my bedtime ! But no
way I'm going to bed until twelve." He was interested
in rock climbing, and had done some before. "But
mostly artificial. Florida isn't exactly a mountainous
state."

We talked about some of the computer science stuff
that I was doing, and it turned out he was doing a
little bit of computer project work too -  a
statistical analysis for the performance of his teams.
Turns out he was the tech geek among his tri-geeks as
well. When we got to the room, he pulled off his
clothes again, and this time underneath it was a blue
and white speedo, with his name "Gorman" across the
back.

"This is my competition speedo. We have a little
tradition in the swim team where we strip the team
champion after the inter-school tournament and the
rest of the team all get a chance to wash down the
champ with their hands. I was the first one ever who
managed to keep his trunks on."

"Really ?", I went, somehow my cock was stirring.

" Yeah, my tri skills helped, cause I could fend them
off with my arms and outrun them above ground. I
managed to grab my bag and made it to my bike with my
trunks on. Didn't stop pedaling until I got home. The
guys got hold of my other trunks in my locker and
ripped them up in revenge. But normally, it would be
this one I have on - they usually tear it apart after
the champion wins, and then pin it up on the team
notice board in school. I guess it started as a kind
of jealousy thing, but anyway, this pair is unique",
as Seamus patted his ass on the part where his name
was written, "it's the only champion's speedo still on
it's owners ass."

I could only think about the scene he had described in
my mind, and it kept me awake for a while. It played
in my mind - Seamus fending his teammates' strong arms
as they tried to grab a hold of his tightly muscled
body. Seamus running off as his attackers pursued, the
veins on his heroic calves straining to power his
stride. Seamus jumping on the seat of his racing bike
and pedaling off like it was the finish line of the
Tour de France, with only his speedos on as he made it
past his school yard and neighborhood. I also imagined
what would have happened if his teammates had
succeeded in grabbing hold of him. They would have
torn his speedo off him, and then touched his slowly
extending cock and grabbed his ass cheeks, maybe
sticking a finger in. Oh yeah, did I mention that I
have a vivid imagination ?

I woke up the next morning to the smell of cooking. I
headed out to see what Seamus was up to.

"Good morning, Cousin Bryan", greeted Seamus coyly.
"Breakfast is almost ready," he said in a mock Mom-ly
way. He wasn't dressed anything like a Mom, though.
His short hair was slightly wet, but this time it was
sweat. He had on a white and blue lycra singlet, the
kind worn by triathletes on TV. He wasn't sweating
anymore, but you could see that the singlet was
drenched in sweat. The team uniform speedo was still
on under his navel, where a slight sprig of hair
trailed down to the drawstring. His feet were shod in
red and white running shoes with red ankle socks
peeking just a little out of the show. He looked
almost perfect - a virile young man with the air of
confidence that comes from knowing you were good at
what you do.

"I went out for an early morning run. The air's so
good out here, I could run on forever. Here you go",
and with that, he served up my breakfast of ham,
sausages and eggs. He joined me with his plate, and a
tumbler of a brownish liquid. "My energy shake - not
the most fun thing to drink, but keeps me running". So
we went on about our program for the day. I was going
to be driving out to nearby Bear Rock to begin our
climbing of the month.

He came out with a pair of blue lycra shorts and a
white cotton tee. I had on my volleyball shorts, which
I normally used for climbing. I wasn't too badly built
myself, with constant gymming and climbing. Seamus was
pretty good at the rockface - he had the strength, and
he was pretty agile. After the climb, I suggested to
him, "next, we will try a more technical climb, seeing
as you already know the basics. Actually, you're
pretty good, but don't get too cocky about that".

"Oh, don't worry about that - I always keep me cock
concealed", and with that, he wiggled his package
forward. Was he trying to taunt me, knowing I was
getting a turn on each time he showed off ? When we
got home, Seamus ran off to the room to shower first,
while I packed off the climbing stuff in the
storeroom. I packed a little more quickly than usual,
because I actually wanted to see my cousin naked. If
he was guessing about me, he was right - I was now
totally turned on by his hot bod.

Our bathroom was actually on the ground floor, and the
windows were such that you could actually look in and
see the mirror, which pretty much reflected everything
there was to see in the bath. There was a pretty big
floor space outside the shower, which we kept dry with
a mat. To my surprise, I saw that Seamus was lying on
the floor on top of the mat. He was naked, his pile of
clothes lying to his side. At the state he was in, he
wasn't going to see me staring at him from the raised
window.

His eyes were shut tight, and he was moaning gently as
he grabbed his cock with his left hand, while his
right hand was gently massaging his balls, pinching
his nipples and rubbing his tight abs. I could see
that he had a 10 pack abs. While he had a little hair
around the navel, his cock and balls were completely
smooth ! It was a deep red color, now looking almost
sore from all of that strain. His cock was a nine inch
uncut, and he was playing with his foreskin. He was
clearly taking his time to cum. Soon, his rubbing
became more frantic and his abs even tenser and
suddenly there was the explosion, with the cum
spraying his abs and pecs. He was soon smiling, and
taking in gulps of air.

That scene had almost made me cum in my shorts. I
quickly got down from the window, before he opened his
eyes and saw me enjoying the view. So, I wasn't making
it up. My sexy cousin wasn't just an exhibitionist. He
could have been having hot fantasies about me too ! I
was feeling a little heady as I envisioned Seamus in
all sorts of compromising situations with me. Seamus
in tears with a major cramp and wearing his sweat
drenched competition gear while I massaged his calves
and ass cheeks. Seamus in the shower after swimming,
while I undid the drawstrings of his speedos, pulled
it down his legs and washed the underside of his
foreskin, gently pressing on his perineum as he moaned
lightly, the way he had just now.

These images fluttered through my mind as I made
lunch. When Seamus appeared, however, my visions
dissipated. He was more dressed up now than I had seen
him since we got here. A long sleeved checked shirt,
khakis and loafers. Suddenly, it struck me as weird,
that I had not seen him without exposing his legs
since we met at the airport yesterday.

"Don't look at me like that ! I don't spend my entire
life in my swimming trunks you know. Anyway, with all
that running and climbing, I'm done with sweating for
the day." I noted that he had left out a major cumming
as part of his day's strenuous activities.

To be continued.