Date: Mon, 27 Jan 2003 03:52:25 EST
From: Texanuc@aol.com
Subject: College Days - Part 4

I decided to follow through on getting onto the swim team, so Greg set up
an appointment for me with the coach at 8 Thursday evening.  I was pumped
after practicing with the guys for almost two weeks, but still nervous
about what the coach would think about me and my skills.  I was told to get
into my speedo and meet him at the pool.

I walked out of the locker room to the pool area and met Jim, the coach,
who was also wearing a speedo, and a tight tank top which clung to his
chiseled pecs and abs.  He had a great tan, short blonde hair, and the most
incredible blue eyes.  The pouch looked very full, but I tried to keep my
eyes on his face and the thick blonde curls popping over the top of this
tank..

We shook hands and he told me of the strokes that he wanted me to swim so
he could judge my ability and style.  I got my mind out of the gutter and
jumped into the pool to start swimming for him.  I did my best,
concentrating on swimming rather than the stud that was watching me.  I did
my best, finishing with ten laps of the back stroke.

As I finished that and turned around in the lane to grasp the rim of the
pool, I found coach kneeling there with his basket in my face.  I looked up
to see him smiling down and telling me that I had done a good job and could
probably be a good addition to the team Jim then said that I had another
test to pass before his final verdict.  He explained that he liked to train
his swimmers for the Greek Olympics, and that meant swimming nude.  If I
had a problem with that he would understand.  I quickly stripped down and
asked what was next.

He told me to do the breast stroke for a lap and we would go from there.  I
took off down the lane, did my turn, and swam back to the end to be greeted
by coach standing in the lane, naked and erect.  I surfaced in front of
him, his dick running down my torso and resting in my bush to rub against
my rapidly hardening rod.

Coach said that I seemed to be able to make it when needed, but he wanted
to see if I had the full team spirit required.  I replied that I was
willing to do anything to make the team, so he led me to his office and lay
down on the couch.

I was then told to swing around and go down on his cock and feed mine to
him.  Didn't have to ask me twice!  We spent a few minutes getting to know
each other - he really seemed to get into my skin but I didn't have that
luxury; he was a cut 7" like David, but thicker.  We were really getting
into the 69 when coach spit my cock out and told me that he needed to check
out my glutes.

Jim led me over to the trainer's table and draped me over it, face down.
He started massaging my cheeks, then stopped to get some oil and pour it on
them.  When he started rubbing again, his thumbs gradually started sinking
into my crack and grabbing flesh.  I flexed to give him the full picture.
Jim seemed to like that and drove his thumbs further into my flesh, grazing
my hole as he stroked back and forth.

I involuntarily spread wider to give him full access.  The thumbs were
quickly replaced by his forefingers which got more aggressive in the attach
on my rectum.  Jim kept stroking with one hand while the other was making a
direct assault on my hole, and doing a great job at opening me up.  He slid
a finger past my sphincter and stroked back and forth, heating me up.  Then
he sank further in and started playing with my button.

My bone was fully erect and pressed down the side of the cushion of the
table.  Each jab to my prostate caused a drop of precum to swing out of my
slit and splash on my legs.  And I was begging for more, which coach Jim
seemed very ready to supply.

He popped his finger out of my butt and quickly replaced it with his fat
dick head.  It didn't take too much pressure from him to pop my ring and
make a slow journey up my fuck channel until I felt his balls lay against
mine.  He relaxed and let his body cover mine, laying on me and enveloping
me.

Then his pelvis started working, slowly at first but increasing in tempo.
He reached around and grabbed my cock in one hand and my balls in the other
and started playing.  Coach Jim was doing a great job humping my ass,
stroking my dick, and stretching my balls.  The sweat was pouring down his
hairy chest into my crack, mixing with the oil and supplying more lube to
his hot assault on my hole.

I shot a load against the side of the table and on the floor as Coach kept
humping away in my butt.  My spazming sphincter didn't do anything but
speed up his assault, and he was still massaging my cock and balls to the
tempo of his thrusts.  I was getting erect again thanks to the pressure on
my prostate and the stroking.

Coach kept pumping, I kept growing, and the noise level got louder and
louder.  We were like a well oiled machine, feeding each other and going
higher with each other.  I finally felt Jim's abs tense against my back,
and he froze as he shot up my channel.  That caused me to shout out and
shoot another load against the table.  Jim collapsed on top of me and we
lay there trying to recover.

After our breathing returned to almost normal, he stood me up, took my
hand, and said that we had one final step of my introduction into the swim
team.  Wondering what was next, I let him lead me to the pool where the
rest of the team was waiting, all nude and in line, waiting to give a suck
to the new member