Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2001 20:59:59 -0800 (PST)
From: "Scott D." <gaycyberguy75@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Guys on the Swim Team: Part 1

Note: The following story is a complete work of fiction. No actual people
are depicted in this story.

THE GUYS ON THE SWIM TEAM

	It was the summer of 2000 and Ethan's dad had been transferred. Not
that Ethan was unhappy; he was quite the contrary. He was happy to get out
of Seattle, where it rained and always smelled like the fish at the Pike
Place Mkt. when it didn't rain. Moving down to Visalia, California was a
godsend. And Ethan himself seemed to be a godsend.

	From the moment Ethan was two, his parents and his pediatrician all
agreed that Ethan would be of the athlete type. And Ethan hadn't proved
them wrong. Winning enough awards in the Pacific Northwest to open a trophy
room in his house was only the beginning of his accomplishments. He was the
idealistic jock: at age 13, he was 5'11" and 140 lbs. He had the beginnings
of a six-pack, and he was just beginning to enter puberty, dark hairs just
starting to poke through his skin.

	Soon, it was Ethan's first full day in Visalia. Being the summer,
he had free reign for the day while his mother was busy getting the house
ready and his father was getting settled in at work. When Ethan awoke at 11
o'clock, his mother and father were both gone. Ethan groggily got into the
shower, the hot water hitting his young body and waking him up. When he was
alert, he shampooed his hair. While the conditioner was softening his
tip-bleached hair, he lazily applied soap to and massaged his tiny penis.

	Masturbation was Ethan's favorite part of the day. It felt so good
to stroke his penis in the shower and feel his warm hand glide over the wet
skin. And while he was really too young to ejaculate a lot, he always
squirted a little bit of white goop. And today was no exception. After a
powerful orgasm, in which Ethan screamed loudly (because he was alone), he
turned off the water and got out of the shower. He dried his body off with
a towel, then walked downstairs and got a bowl of cereal. Eating at the
table, his naked penis drooping lazily over the wood chair, Ethan looked
over the various things on the table. There was his swim team registration
form, the details about their new house, a couple of notes from his
parents, and the code to the house's new alarm system.

	Ethan read the note from his mom. "I left early to get some errands
done. Go to the swim center and register for the team. I left your fee on
the table. When you get done, do what you would like, but remember to go to
the gym today to get your workout done. I love you!" Ethan crumpled the
note up and threw it away. He went upstairs to get dressed.

	Ethan spent the next 10 minutes looking for his clothes. His floor
was littered with boxes, and, being foolish, he didn't label them. Finally,
he found the box. He pulled out a red t-shirt, green khaki-type shorts, his
sandals, and a pair of blue and white striped boxers. He pulled on the soft
cotton shorts, positioned his penis inside the pocket, snapped up the fly
(yes, he had snap-fly boxers) and put his shorts on, making sure a good
three inches of boxer was above the belt. He knew it was perfect when one
of the snaps was halfway above the belt. He put a belt on, rubbed a
deodorant stick over his still damp armpits, smelled them to make sure they
were OK, and then pulled his shirt over his head. He grabbed his wallet,
the enrollment form, his gym pass, and his bike helmet. He walked toward
the door, punching in the alarm code as he went out the door. 6-2-5-4 and
the unit began to beep. It stopped beeping just as he shut the door, and
Ethan noticed all of the motion sensors turn red. He walked toward the
separate garage.

	Ethan got his bike out of its storage bag from the move. It was a
mountain bike, a TrailRider, green with blue flecks in the paint. He
mounted the bike and rode down Vista View Drive towards town.

Ethan loved the feel of the wind running through the holes in his helmet
and blowing his hair. It was second on his list of pleasurable
experiences. It was a 3-mile ride to the aquatic center, and Ethan took his
time. Finally, he coasted to a stop, locked up his bike, and stepped
inside.

	The first thing Ethan noticed was the technology in this aquatic
center. Computers locked the doors to the locker room, and grey entry pads
were on the wall next to the handles. He stepped up to the desk. Aaron, the
desk attendant, greeted him.
	"Hey man, what's going on? Here for a swim?" he inquired.
	"No, I'm here to register for the swim team." Ethan explained.
	"Cool dude, looks like we'll be teammates, if you get on. Got your
registration form?"
	Ethan handed it over along with his registration fee. Aaron turned
to the computer and entered his data.
	"OK dude, I need you to step over here to the camera and get your
picture taken for your ID card."
	Ethan walked over to the camera.  "OK, stare at this red light for
a minute. Done. Cool, your picture has been taken, and the computer is
creating your ID card. Have a seat over there and I'll get your card as
soon as it's done, man."
	Ethan sat down in the chairs and waited for about 5 minutes. He
looked over at the Plexiglas windows where the pools were. Finally, Aaron
came over.
	"Here is your card, Ethan. On here is everything you'll need for
the team. Now, what you need to do is go down this hall here and look for
Room A105, that's Coach Davidson's room. He's ready to see you, so just go
on in when you get there, OK? Now, there is a tiny microchip embedded in
your card, just swipe that in front of the pads when you want to go through
a door. If the yellow light turns green, you are good to go...if the light
turns red, then you are not cleared and the door won't open, OK?"
	Ethan was speechless. He stood up, took the card, and looked at
it. Hell, his picture even looked good. He walked over to the door and
looked at the etched glass label: OFFICES. He looked back at Aaron.
	"Go on dude!"
	Ethan took his card and ran it in front of the reader. The yellow
light blinked and turned green. Ethan pushed on the door and it glided
open. It hissed shut behind him and Ethan heard the lock click into
place. He looked back at the door and saw another grey pad with a yellow
light. He kept walking down the hall. Finally, he reached room A105. It was
a glass door with Peter Davidson etched in it. However, there was a wall
behind the door and Ethan couldn't see inside. Ethan ran his card in front
of the reader and it changed to green. Ethan gulped and went inside. The
door hissed shut behind him.

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