Swim Team Stories I - Max and Jason
Guess who's back?
Because of a comment left on Swim Team, I decided to write this: the start of a series continuing from my story "Swim Team" aptly named "Swim Team Stories". While the main story was a group scene, "Stories" are events with only a few teammates taking part (usually 2, maybe 3) Some details may not match up to what happened in "Swim Team", but that's just something you'll have to deal with.
As with all my work, this is LNL (Lust Not Love), the guys don't care about sexual orientation or whether sex starts relationships. They are men. They want to fuck. It ends there.
"Swim Team Stories I" takes place the day after "Swim Team", the next training session.
*They shower after swimming because the chlorine from the pool stays on your skin and irritates it after a while. This is not just a plot device.
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get in shower (leave door open)
strip and shower a bit
jason enters doorway
Training ended and Coach left the building as he always did, leaving the keys on the bench and telling us to lock up when we leave. We had all been swimming almost non-stop for a good few hours, but we were used to it and weren't as tired as other people would easily be. Jason, easily one of the strongest on our team, certainly wasn't.
Jason was black, shaven bald, and was really muscular. Not insanely buff like the near-freaks you see doing weightlifting in the Olympics, but as buff as a college student could get without looking like a monster. Then again, Jason "Tank" Adair was known amongst the team to be a 'monster' in another sense.
The last few guys to drill pulled themselves out of the pool and followed the rest of us into the changerooms. A few were obviously remembering what happened the last time training ended, but some not so obviously. Ben muttered something in Josh's ear and slapped him on his ass. Tony was doing nothing more than looking around at the others. We did look pretty hot in our blue speedos, after all.
I basically ignored most of the guys and went straight for a shower cubicle*. They were already yelling and acting like animals, as guys usually do after sports. I tried to avoid the most of it, even though I knew it wouldn't last for long. We'd discovered some pretty titilating stuff about the whole team yesterday, but I wasn't sure if everyone was going to exploit it. I knew I would. Eventually. For now, I thought I'd do best just to let things play out in front of me before I dive in head-on (even though that's what started the whole thing in the first place).
I reached the cubicle without getting grabbed or yelled at and stepped inside. There was really no point in closing the stall door, since we were all more than familiar with each other. I turned the taps and let the water fall over me. Lukewarm was fine, I'd been swimming in cold since classes ended. I reached down and pulled off my speedos, stepping out of them and dropping them a foot or so from my feet. I stood there for a moment, letting the water cascade over my body and through my short hair... I usually got lost in my thoughts at random points, but I snapped out of it quickly enough. I was about to reach for some soap when I heard a voice behind me.
"Yo, Jackson." I turned and saw Jason standing in the doorway. He had a sort of smile on his face, but it could also have been a sneer. Like he was annoyed, but glad for it. A man who'd found the kid who'd snuck into his house. My hand instinctively twitched, about to cover my body, out of nothing but instinct. Jason's eyes caught my motion and he snickered.
"So you liked the little group therapy yesterday, huh?" he asked. I almost laughed, he sounded like... such a stereotypical 'black guy'. I resisted the urge and managed, somewhat neutrally:
"As much as anyone else." We were both trying to play this SO coolly. I was sure it wouldn't last long, though.
"Well I would've liked it better if I hadn't been downplayed by the team's RUNT." The last word was nearly spat at me. For a moment I was genuinely worried, but another look at his face told me otherwise. He didn't honestly think so little of me. He just wanted his dominance. I decided to keep playing, and not directly mention how wrongly he'd used the word 'downplayed'.
"Runt or not, you were just there. Could've been anyone I... 'downplayed'."
"Well Tank don't like it when someone takes his pride."
"You want your... pride back?"
"I wanna, let's say, 'even things out'."
Jason stepped forward, swinging the door closed. He looked down at me and pushed
down on my shoulder.
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"Suck on it, bitch," he said. I got on my knees and eyed his crotch hungrily. I
hadn't taken Jason during 'group therapy', but I was anxious to, now. Without
any further hesitation I grabbed the elastic of his speedos and pulled them
down, letting Jason, the 'monster', fall out and nearly smack me in the face. It
was true about black guys.
I lifted Jason's already 5-inch cock (and over an inch thick) and opened wide, instantly taking as much of it down my throat as I could. For now, I could take it without having to adjust my neck, but it wasn't going to last. With my other hand I held his hip, using the other to hold his cock when I pulled back off it. Jason hadn't let go of my shoulder and was squeezing it, massaging with his thumb. He was enjoying it.
It didn't take long at all before he started getting harder. And bigger. Soon it was about 8 inches and I had to stand up a little to let my neck fall into line with his member, to let it push down my throat without curving down. The hand I used to hold his cock became unnecessary, and I used it to jack off near the base of his cock where my lips didn't reach.
I savoured the feel of his meaty cock on the side of my cheeks, on my tounge, sliding down my throat... All I could see was his pelvic area and his lower chest, hard with muscle and glistening with water still from the pool (and spattered from the shower). I moaned into his cock and let go of his hip, grabbing my rock-hard 7-incher and beating off as hard as I was Jason.
When Jason's cock had reached it's full 13 inches of size, and it's 2-inch diameter, I simply couldn't take it. Literally, it was impossible for me to take his cock further into my mouth. I had to continuously jerk his last 4 inches or so while I pumped my face. I was only vaguely aware of his hand on the back of my head, forcing me to go faster.
"Man, you ain't taking HALF of it!" Jason grumbled, whilst still grunting with apparent pleasure. I frowned, let go of his cock with my other hand, adjusted my body and pushed forward. I took his whole 13-inch meat down my throat, almost choking in the process.
"Aw, dang, man, you got it now," Jason said. I couldn't keep up with pumping as fast as I had been before with his whole cock, I had to go a lot slower and stop for air more often. This only lasted a minute or two, I'm sure due to Jason's realization that this wasn't as good as he could have it.
"Alright, man, fuck that. Get down there." He was so commanding in his tone, I had to obey. I got off my feet and sat down on the floor of the shower, which was still running and was now spraying onto the back of my neck. Jason bent over and pulled off his speedos, throwing them over his back and letting them land outside the stall. The slapping sound of wet material hitting tiles echoed throughout the room.
Jason wasted no time, kneeling in front of me and immediatley grabbed my knees. I leant back but still kept my head up, looking at what he was doing. Jason bent over and grabbed my cock, covering it easily with his plump-lipped mouth. I moaned as he played his coarse tounge around the head and the base, felt my member hit the back of his throat and his lips press tight as he pulled off and on again. For a few, amazing minutes, Jason worked my cock until I was sure I'd soon come.
Jason finally pulled off my cock for the last time and lifted his still-hard cock up to me. He stretched his pelvis away to account for his length and pointed his huge member right at my asshole. I had been dying for this, to take the black hulk Tank. I pushed my hands to the sides of the stall in expectation, and sure enough, Jason pushed.
Initially, I didn't feel much pain at all, having my ass stretched many times. But as Jason thrust his 13 inches inside me, he pushed past the deepest point I'd ever taken and my ass started to strecth again. The pain was nearly unbearable, but at the same time it was the greatest feeling I'd ever had in my life. I moaned so very loudly and pressed my hands and arms into the walls, trying to strain my upper body to divert energy from my lower body, to relax as Jason pushed deeper.
I'm sure he got his whole cock inside on his first thrust, and pulled it out a little faster than he pushed in. He didn't pull his whole cock out, but leant forward and rested his elbows and forearms on the tiles, on either side of my midsection. He was so tall, though, that his face was still about level with mine. He had his eyes scrunched up and was groaning louder than before, so close I felt the warmth of his breath on my face.
Jason pushed just as deep, moving faster as my asshole finally stretched enough to accomodate him. By the time he was thrusting at full speed, I was taking him with nearly no pain at all, but an intense ecstasy that pulsed with every movement he made. He opened his eyes and looked down at me, almost menacingly but still... friendly? It was difficult to say.
Jason continued to pump, harder and harder, until the waves of pleasure in my body could no longer take it and I moaned loudly, expelling my hot juices on our chests. The water from the shower washed it off almost instantly, and Jason pumped faster, with a less defined rhythm.
He arched his back and scrunched up his eyes again, finally grunting as loud as he could, and I felt his cock flex inside me, spurting a jet of hot, sticky jizz that filled my insides and, as he slowed his thrusting, began to drip out of my beaten asshole.
When Jason finished, he stood and walked over me. He stood in the stream of water and washed his pelvis and chest, while I still lay beneath him, the water cascading off his body and dripping down from his junk onto my face. As he reached for the soap, I suddenly saw the stall door was open. I looked up and saw the team, watching us and grinning widely.
"So THIS is how thing roll in here now," Jack said. Jason turned and smirked at the guys, letting the soap on his chest wash off onto mine.
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