Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2002 20:47:08 -0800 (PST)
From: gaycyberguy <gaycyberguy75@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Guys on the Swim Team Part IV

THE GUYS ON THE SWIM TEAM

PART IV

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

	Ethan's alarm pierced the darkness of his room. It was 6:00am, and
Ethan was a nervous wreck. It was three hours before he needed to be at the
swim center, but he didn't want to be late. It had been a warm night, and
Ethan was a sweaty mess. He had started out wearing full pajamas, as was
his custom, and throughout the night had stripped off his shirt, his
bottoms, and his flannel boxers, sleeping naked. He got out of bed and
wiped himself off, then put on a pair of cotton boxers and a t-shirt, and
walked downstairs. The sun was just peeking over their neighborhood
horizon, and Ethan watched the sunrise as he fixed himself a bagel with
cream cheese. When he was done eating, he walked back up to bed and climbed
in and turned on the TV. The early morning news was on, and he despised the
anchor, so he turned it off. He decided to get up and take a shower.

	He walked into the tiled bathroom and turned on the shower. He
loved this bathroom. It was his own personal bathroom, and designed with
his favorite thing: glass. His shower door was a green-tinted glass pane,
which slid open, and the windows facing the outside were a beige
hue. Mostly, he loved the glass because it got foggy and he could inhale
the steam. When steam was pouring out from the shower chamber, he slipped
off his boxers, pulled off his t-shirt, slid open the door, and groggily
climbed inside.

	Ethan stood under the hot needles for about 3 minutes before he
began his routine. Unless he was getting ready to go out for a formal
occasion, his routine was always the same. First, he grabbed his bottle of
shampoo and applied it to his hair. He rinsed it out and applied
conditioner. While the conditioner was working, he grabbed the bar of
rain-scented soap and soaped his body. He rubbed the bar over his arms,
chest and sides. Then he lifted his arms and rubbed the bar under his
armpits, sharp hairs just starting to poke out. He then moved down to his
penis and soaped his penis, testicles, scrotum, and ass. He massaged the
bar on his legs, which were unusually hairy in proportion to the rest of
his body, and put the bar down. Then, he turned the water to the highest
temperature it would go, turned the water away from him, and began to
masturbate.

	The steam curled around Ethan like an intoxicating gas. He was in
the highest state of elation as his hand explored his genital region. Ethan
slid his hand up and down his shaft, feeling his small penis grow from a
fleshy piece of skin to a rock-hard pole, gaining sensitivity. He rubbed
his other hand over his scrotum and massaged his testicles, then moved his
hand to his ass and gently pushed against the opening, pushing just the tip
of his finger inside. Then, with a violent shudder, he moaned out loud,
louder than the cats that used to sing in the vacant allies in Seattle, and
spurted semen out of his tiny cock. The white goo sprayed against the door
and dripped down to the floor, where it mixed with the water and spilled
down the drain.

	Turning off the shower, Ethan grabbed a giant towel and wrapped it
around himself. He pulled his boxers back on and decided to get dressed. He
pulled out a pair of jeans and a red polo shirt and went into his room. He
grabbed his deodorant stick, rubbed it over his "rain" smelling armpits,
pulled on his shirt, and pulled his jeans up, positioning them just below
the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts. He strung his belt around his
waist and buckled it.

	When Ethan went downstairs this time, he found that his parents
were already gone. Shaking his head, he made some bacon and eggs and sat
down to eat. He slipped "The Matrix," his favorite movie, into the DVD
player and watched it. By the time it was over, it was only 45 minutes to
practice, and he decided to make his final preparations.

	Ethan walked upstairs and grabbed his gym bag. Inside it, he tossed
his nylon jacket and warm-up pants, his speedo, his deodorant, razor,
shaving cream, and a lunch. He also tossed in his cell phone. He zipped it
up and took it downstairs. He cleaned up his dishes, slung his gym bag over
his shoulder, and armed the alarm system. He walked outside and got ready
for the ride to the center.

	"Hey, Ethan! Ethan!"
	Ethan turned in surprise at the voice calling him. He knew who it
was; he knew exactly what person made that voice. He turned to see the one
person he had least expected: Aaron.
	"Hey Dude, I thought you might want a ride to the center instead of
riding your bike there. It's a long way with a gym bag."
	Ethan surprised himself by accepting the ride. He tucked his key
into his pocket and got into Aaron's Passat, and buckled himself in. Aaron
took off down towards the freeway and Ethan turned up the radio.
	"So, you all ready for today?" Aaron inquired.
	"Yeah, I think so. A little nervous, but I should be OK."
	"Yeah, every guy there is pretty cool. Davidson will be there to
introduce you, and if you need help with anything, Athena will help you."
	

	They arrived at the swim center. They got out of the car and went
inside. Ethan pulled out his keycard and opened the locker room. He gasped
when he saw who was in there. Standing around, in the tightest pairs of
jeans he had ever seen, were 5 perfect studs. He dropped his gym bag over
his crotch instinctively. He walked to his locker and pulled open the heavy
wooden panel. He opened his gym bag and neatly stacked his speedo and
warm-ups on the bottom shelf, his razor and shaving cream on the top. He
shut his locker.

	"Listen up guys, it's time for the first practice." Davidson's
voice boomed over the speaker and Ethan looked up. All of the men were
looking at him on a monitor, and Ethan walked over to them and sat down
next to Aaron.
	"ATHENA, please identify the members as they scan their cards. Men,
you will swipe your card through the reader next to you. Start with the men
in front. There are seven of you, so it will not be a long time."
	Davidson's face disappeared and the first guy stood up and wiped
his card.
	"Anderson, Joseph."
	"Baird, Steven."
	And the list continued. When they were finished, Davidson's face
blinked on the screen.
	"Now, you guys need to get prepped. You have 1.5 hours to be ready
and poolside. Aaron, you show the new kid around."
	The group disassembled and Ethan walked to his locker with
Aaron. Aaron started to unbuckle his belt and took off his pants, revealing
his green and blue Abercrombie boxers.
	"Come on Ethan, get naked."
	Hesitantly, Ethan pulled off his clothes until he was standing
naked in front of Aaron. The locker room started to spin. All Ethan wanted
to do was reach out and feel that rock hard nipple and abdominals. He
blinked and saw himself moaning as Aaron expertly sucked his cock.
	"Ohh, Ethan, it's good...oh, Ethan...Ethan...Ethan!"
	Ethan shook himself out of his dream. Aaron was standing there
holding his speedo.
	"Come on, dude. Get ready. Focus!"
	Ethan sat down and pulled his speedo on. Aaron handed him his razor
and shaving cream.
	"Now, apply the cream to your legs and shave downward, using one
stroke. Then, re-apply the cream and shave upward. Do that until you are
hair free. Then, I'll help you with the other parts."

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