Connor the Swimmer - Sex Stories

Connor the Swimmer

... just started to wash over me before he whispered, 'Sorry bro. Nice by the way, just wondering if you wanted a lift to the pool?' He said this in a manner that I knew to be forced non-chelones.

I nodded, then realising he couldn't see me clearly, said weakly, 'Yeah that'd be good, thanks. I'll be out in a few minutes.'

When my brother closed the door, my alarm went off again. I turned it off and sat up, making sure to cup my arm under my stomach and stop cum from flowing onto my bed. I guess I ought to feel more embarrassed, I thought, as I stood and wiped myself down with a bunch of tissues, but I had caught him wanking once. I guess that we were even now. Still, I didn't see him cum all over himself.

Trying to ignore the hotness in my cheeks, I turned my lamp on and moved around the room to find my speedos. I pulled them on, followed by my jeans, tee-shirt and socks. Then I stopped to look in the mirror.

A skinny young man with auburn hair and hazel eyes stared back at me. I pulled my fridge back and tried to fix my posture a little before concluding that it was hopeless. Then, finally ready to face the inevitable, I grabbed my shoes and backpack, turned off the lamp and exited my bedroom.

The house was dark and quiet. I made my way towards the smell of coffee in the kitchen and grabbed the mug that was waiting for me on the counter. Hamish held his own cup in one hand and a K-Zone gaming magazine in the other.

He smirked at me as I sipped the liquid, 'You ...

... good bro?' I nodded and he continued, 'That was one hell of a load.' He laughed and I smiled weakly. 'Who were you thinking about? Arnold Schwarzenegger?'

'No, stop!' I said, shoving him and slurping my coffee, my face burning.

'Dude its cool. Are you a butt man or a dick man?'

'I said stop! Just cos you know I'm gay doesn't mean I'm gunna talk about it with you.'

'Shit, alright.' Hamish said, smiling. There was silence, and then, 'Are you top or bottom?'

'Let's go, I wanna get in the pool.' I said, slamming my cup down and moving towards the door.

* * *

The pool was dark and eerie. The familiar smell of chlorine hitting my nostrils, I headed towards the group of three guys and Coach Peter standing by the water's edge.

'You took your time.' Peter said, 'Jump in and give me twenty laps freestyle for starters.'

I pulled my jeans and shirt off, leaving them by my backpack and my mind went blank as it turned towards the pool. It's something I had trained myself to do years ago when faced with the prospect of jumping into the cold water that they claimed was heated. With the other guys only a few seconds ahead of me, I automatically allowed myself to drop into the pool. Trying not to shiver as I emerged, I entered the motions I knew all too well.

I was faster than the other guys, but I had to pace myself. After freestyle came butterfly, which I didn't particularly like. Then, we had to race each other, as if we were in the Olympics.

An hour later, ...