Chapter 11
 

STS,

I just read chapter 11 which has it's usual wonderful narrative and dialogue that you do so well. You do such a good job of showing Jimmy with Paul and his introduction to weight training and of Jimmy cheering Greg on as the loudest in the pool. And we continue to see how Greg, swimming perhaps the most important race of his high school career, still remembers to blow a kiss to Monique and a high five to Jimmy. But the end of the chapter is such a shocker. Has Greg let his call from the coach at USC go to his head or since the summer swim team is over, is he done with Jimmy? In my heart of hearts, I don't believe either of those possibilities and I don't want to believe them; it would be too out of character for Greg. I guess we will have to wait for Chapter 12 to find out. Thanks for a great chapter but a troubling end.

D67

Part 11
 

STS,

I just finished reading part 11. Jimmy added weights to his workouts with Paul. Jimmy and Abby were getting closer in their relationship. I ,like Dooley67 ,was shocked by the ending. Greg acknowledged Jimmy sitting on the bleachers watching the summer team's final practice. Greg just walking past Jimmy's lane not saying a word to him sort of leaves a sour note to the story. I hope Greg and Jimmy have a proper goodbye in the next chapter.

Thank you for all the stories and the time you invest in them.

Shaulis

Part 12
 

Greg joined the rest of the team in the locker room after the final practice. The guys locker room was jubilant, as all the guys from the swim team carried on about what they would do with the time off until Fall swim started. Jared, one of the guys on the team held up his swimsuit and said “I am not putting this thing back on until October!” The rest of the guys laughed. A whole commotion raised about “speedo” swimsuits and girls. The guys teased each other about all sorts of sexual activity involving girls and speedos, typical of the raging hormones running through their young bodies. There was more horseplay than showering going on as the mix of naked and near naked swimmers teased each other and bantered. No topic was off limits, everything from girls to swimsuits to how amazing the season had been, to a whole lot of jovial name calling. It was all in jest as the guys let off steam and dealt with the emotions of the end of a great Summer.

JP, John and Craig all huddled with Greg. The four team medley swimmers had created a special bond, and now it was all over. They had even agreed to wear the same swimsuit’s the final day of practice, an awesome green print Cyberswirl by Speedo. The suit looked great on the guys, especially on PJ with his darker complexion. Being guys, they all did not want to show any emotion, but they could not help it. It had been a great season and they all really enjoyed each other, both as swimmers and as friends. You simply don’t spend six hours a day in the pool with each other and not get to become friends. When it was all said and done, the guys broke apart and each went about changing. Most of the out of town guys were leaving for home that afternoon, the locals would either see each other again on their school teams or at AAU meets. Some would swim against each other going forward. Swimming was that way. Friends one minute, fierce competitors the next. Those staying around agreed to meet for burgers at Burger Boy.

“Hey Greg, you ever gonna get changed?” JP finally asked. Greg was standing, still in his handsome green swimsuit.

“Yeah, in a minute, but first I got to do something,” Greg replied, he retied his strings.

“You are coming to the Boy, right?” JP asked.

“For sure,” Greg said. “See you there in an hours or so.”

“Alright, don’t stand us up,” JP replied, now naked and heading into the shower. He knew exactly what Greg was going to do.

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Jimmy was into the drills. He was doing his kickboard, watching the guys all leave the locker room, mostly in small groups or alone. He had not seen Greg come out. “Could I have missed him?” Jimmy thought. “Must have,’ he answered his own question. He hit the wall, turned and headed back the other way.

Greg grabbed a fresh water bottle, and one for Jimmy. He walked out of the locker room alone, all the other guys long gone. Coach was sitting in his usual spot, finishing his notes. He looked up and watched Greg as Greg walked over to the top of lane two and stood. Jimmy was at the far wall. Greg watched as Jimmy did his turn and began his kicking drill back. Jimmy’s kick was solid, and he was moving well through the water.

Jimmy was focused on the drill, and never looked up. Partly because he was really trying to focus on what he was doing, and partly because he had given up on Greg coming back. “He must have had to get on the road,” Jimmy rationalized. Greg remained silent, just watching. He reflected on the kid he began helping, now wearing a real swimmer’s swimsuit. A big transition from the awkward guy in the blue shorts. The swimmer coming at him was not the same one that started. This one was confident, strong, and had built some really good technique. Jimmy reached the flags and looked up.

“Greg!” Jimmy exclaimed. He stopped and stood. “I thought you had left.”

“Why would I do that?” Greg asked. “I mean and not come see you.” Greg added. For whatever reason, Jimmy jumped out of the pool and gave Greg a hug. It was the last time they would swim together, at least this Summer. Both guys cold feel the sadness.

“I wore this swimsuit special for today,” Jimmy told Greg. “It was the first one you gave me.” Jimmy was really proud of the swimsuit. Greg smiled.

“You look like an awesome swimmer,” Greg replied. “And you are turning girl’s heads, too.” Jimmy blushed.

“Hey, we got a workout to finish,” Greg said as he jumped in the pool. Jimmy quickly followed. For the next 45 minutes, Greg put Jimmy through a tough set of drills. He timed Jimmy’s 100 distance in every stroke, even the fly, making Jimmy start from the blocks. Greg dutifully recorded them on a grease board he had borrowed from the swim team supplies. “We’ll compare these to the swim team times, see how things look for your tryout,” Greg explained. “We can also see how far you have come.” As hard as Greg pushed, Jimmy never let up.

When it was all done, Jimmy was beat. He had not swam his full two hours, but when Greg suggested they quit early and grab lunch, Jimmy was more than willing. Both guys leapt from the pool.

“Got to look hot getting out,“ Greg teased. “It’s not how you swim, it is how hot you look getting out.“ Jimmy laughed. They headed to the locker room. “How does a burger and shake sound?” Greg asked. “My treat. We can go eat with the swim team,”

“That sounds great,” Jimmy replied. They entered the locker room and started to shower. Greg slipped out of his swimsuit and dried. He put on his Corona beer logo board shorts and a yellow top. Jimmy was still in his swimsuit.

“Hey, you want a pair of shorts to wear?” Greg asked Jimmy.

Jimmy thought for a minute and then nodded. He was perfectly willing to wear his swimsuit, but after the incident with Abby, Jimmy was more self conscious. Greg tossed Jimmy a pair of board shorts, a blue and white pair of OP shorts he had picked up at Wal-Mart.

“They will be a bit loose on you, but you can tie them up,” Greg explained. Jimmy slipped them on over his wet swimsuit and tied up the strings, the wet marks quickly showing where his swimsuit touched the boardies. The two guys left the locker room. Greg grabbed all the rest of his things from the locker, for the last time. Jimmy helped carry some of the gear. Just like older and younger brother, Jimmy and Greg headed away from the pool. They were ready for Burger Boy, and Jimmy was all excited to get to hang out with the team.

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On the trip over, Jimmy confided in Greg the events with Gabby. He explained exactly what happened, even the details of how he responded. “I didn’t know what to do,” Jimmy said. “I was all, you know, turned on, laying on my stomach. She kept rubbing my back, and I kept getting more turned on. Has that ever happened to you?” Jimmy asked.

Greg was very patient, listening as Jimmy shared his first experience. Luckily it only went as far as just being a little too excited. “You know, Jimmy, it happens to all of us. You did what I do, just rolled over and waited.” This led to a whole discussion about guys and girls. Jimmy felt better afterwards, he was not alone. Greg even assured Jimmy that Abby probably understood what happens to guys, and if she did not yet, she would. Greg even shared his own story to reassure Jimmy it was okay. “Yeah, swimsuits like ours show everything, but that is what is cool about them, too.” Greg added. Jimmy agreed.

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Lunch was amazing and the team really accepted Jimmy as their number one fan. They talked about swimming and swim team, girls, and of course, wearing swimsuits. The guys checked out all the cute girls at Burger Boy, picking out pair ups and ribbing each other endlessly about it. The conversation was as full of male bravado as one expected. Eight swimmers, all wearing conformist board shorts. All far better looking in their swim team suits, but still very cute. Jimmy was soaking it all in.

“Hey, Greg said you are going to try out for swim team,” JP recalled to Jimmy. “That’s cool.”

“Yeah, I am thinking about it,” Jimmy replied.

“Do it. It is lots of fun,” JP added. “Plus all the girls like swimmers, especially in our Speedos,” JP added. This got the whole table going. Jimmy laughed as the guys described who had the biggest bulge.

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The ride to Jimmy’s house was quiet. Greg pulled his shiny F150 into the drive. Nobody was home. “Want to come in?” Jimmy asked.

“No, I should be getting on the road.” Greg replied. “But first, I got you something.” Greg handed Jimmy a small box.

Jimmy slowly opened it. Inside was a cell phone. Jimmy looked at Greg.

“I hope you don’t mind. I traded mine in and added your phone to my line. I figured it would help us stay in touch. I want to know how you are doing. So, you need to send me video every day of how you are swimming.”

“Wow,” is all Jimmy could say.

“You know Jimmy, this may sound goofy, but you’re the best part of my Summer. Watching you become a swimmer. I mean USC is cool, and the swim meet was fun. But most of all, I really liked seeing you every day. I hope we stay friends forever.”

The guys hugged. Jimmy got really emotional. Greg assured him it would be alright.

“Will I ever see you again?” a teary Jimmy asked.

Greg assured Jimmy that they would. “I can come up and maybe you can come to my house on weekends, swim with my team.” It was a promise that would be kept.

Jimmy stood silent as the F150 backed out of the drive. He waved as Greg started down the road.

The way I have this figured
 

In "Olympic Dreams" STS is "channeling" autobiographical material to a greater degree than in his other stories. I think "Jimmy" contains a lot of characteristics and features of how STS saw HIMSELF at that age. At that age STS saw himself as somewhat non-athletic looking and uncoordinated. But note now Jimmy has now discovered the gym and the weight lifting equipment. Jimmy's physique along with his self-image will continue to improve as the story progresses, at least to the extent that there are more episodes to follow.

I'm a big advocate for what proper gym equipment can do for a guy's physique, and once a guy gets in his mid-teens, everything starts to happen more quickly---I suspect that STS went through all of this himself, including the arousals and erections under the swimsuits. Exercised and rapidly growing muscles each become mini testosterone pumps, which is cool but makes controlling erections and arousal just that much more difficult for the teens who are woking out a lot.

I also expect that there was at least one older male swimmer in STS's life that he admired very much both with respect to physique and swimming ability.

I have often said I would have loved to be able to go through my teen years just one more time knowing what I know now about a whole bunch of stuff. I think a lot of guys, perhaps including STS, feel the same way.

Sebbie

one more time...
 

Interesting analysis Sebbie - certainly agree your last para.

Part12
 

STS,

I just finished reading Part 12. I liked that Greg came back out after he said his goodbyes to the team. Greg came to the pool in time to see Jimmy finish his drills. Greg saw a real transition from the awkward boy in blue shorts to the confident boy in a real swimsuit that was in the pool now. After Greg and Jimmy's swim workout Greg treats Jimmy to lunch with the swim team. Some of the local guys on the swim team asked Jimmy if he was going to tryout for the team when school starts. After lunch Greg takes Jimmy home and gives him a cellphone so they can keep in touch which they do talk regularly.

Brian

I don't know if STS will continue the story - Greg now a college freshman and his experiences, while Jimmy joins his local HS team, and the things that change in his life. It would be great to hear more, but the story could also end here - both boys have established a life-long friendship and will stay friends for many years, even a lifetime.
It has been such a pleasure to read this, and to see the boys grow closer, sharing a bond of swimming and Speedo 'situations'. Thank you, STS, for sharing this with us!

STS,

Thank you for allowing Greg to redeem himself by working out with Jimmy and then taking him to lunch with the team. I just knew that Greg wouldn't just walk out on Jimmy. I'm not sure how you're going to tie this up and end it; I hope it will take many more chapters to finish... lol. Once again, great narrative, strong dialogue, good, decent and kind characters. And I liked the way you portrayed the emotions of the guys after their last practice of the summer. As always, I look forward to the next chapter.

D67

for Sebbie
 

Sebbie, Thanks for the thoughtful analysis. I am flattered that you took the time to think through how I might be reflecting myself in my character Jimmy. Actually, I was more like Greg than Jimmy as a kid. I started swimming at a very early age, was on a YMCA team at age 6 or 7, as I remember, which is when I also had my first swim team swimsuit, a blue with white stripe nylon suit. Lycra wasn't really around yet (not until I got into what was then called Junior high). By age 9 or 10, someone figured out I actually was really good at swimming. I was never destined for the Olympics, but I did end up with six colleges interested in me and swam scholarship for a D1 (NCAA's top level) program down in the Southeastern/ Mid Atlantic US. Too bad they dropped men's swimming back in the 1990's and nothing remains of the old program. They even tore down the old pool building (and the totally amazing pool) to make way for a classroom building.

Neither Greg nor Jimmy were patterned after me, but both are patterned after real people. By the way, my early stories in first person writing are closely patterned after my real life (the ones with Zach and Ryan as the main characters... I am the Ryan). I was a very athletic kid. My only challenge was my sexual orientation, but my friends in school and on my swim team and the folks in my hometown region of Northern Maine were very accepting and remain so today.

STS

Thanks for the background STS! I have thoroughly enjoyed reading your stories!!

Great story, STS!

Part 13
 

Jimmy really worked on his swimming the final two weeks before school. He swam two times per day and since the swim team was done, he was able to start at 10, rather than noon, which gave him more time in the pool. He was swimming four to five hours every day. In fact, as the Summer was waning to a close, he was swimming almost to dark at night, then helped the guards pull the pool covers on the pool. In exchange, Tim, one of the guards who lived near Jimmy, would give him and his bike a ride home. Jimmy practically lived in his swimsuits, putting one on every morning, and then not taking it off until he got home at night.

His swimming was reaping the benefit of the extra time. Each day, he texted Greg and told him what he had done. Every night, Greg would call Jimmy to discuss what his swims were like, how his times were. Even Monique was getting in on the action, adding color commentary in the background.

“So, tomorrow, have Molly or one of the guards take some video.” Greg asked. “I want to see you do 50 in each stroke. Swim as hard as you can.”

“You got it,” Jimmy replied. Greg wasn’t there in person, but this was the next best thing.

“I talked to coach, he said he looks more at technique than time,” Greg coached Jimmy. “So, focus on being really solid on technique. Remember the stuff I told you?’ Greg asked.

“I feel like I do,” Jimmy said. “You mean like reach, swim hard to the wall, follow through on my strokes, keep my head down.”

“Yup, you got it,” Greg assured Jimmy. “So, our mantra is quality over quantity, keep thinking that.”

“Got it,” Jimmy replied.

It was like that every day. The guys spent at least an hour on the phone together discussing swimming, and sometimes other topics. Jimmy’s relationship with Abby was struggling under the weight of his swimming. On this one, Monique got on the phone. “Jimmy, if she really likes you, she will understand that this is a big deal for you,” Monique said to Jimmy. “I mean, be sure to tell her how much you like her and stuff, but you’re a great guy. Any girl would love to have you as their boyfriend.” Monique added. Jimmy puffed like a peacock. Still, Jimmy really did not want to lose Abby.

The next day, Tim, the guard at the pool, agreed to film Jimmy. They spent half an hour as Jimmy did every stroke a couple times for sets of 50. He wasn’t as fast as he could have been, his mind on the quality. Jimmy sent them by email to Greg as soon as they were finished with each one.

“Thanks, Tim” Jimmy said. “I really appreciate it.” Jimmy added. He shook Tim’s hand.

“Any time, Jimmy,” Tim replied. “Good luck. I am cheering for you.”

Jimmy jumped back in the pool, his wet swimsuit had been clinging to him. Molly admired how handsome he looked. He was really becoming a very hot looking guy. And wow, he could sure fill out a swimsuit. “A girl should not look at such things,” Molly thought to herself. “Oh well, I can’t help it,” she answered her own thought. He was, after all a cute young man, and she was a cute girl.

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Jimmy finished mowing Jack’s lawn. Jack brought out some lemonade and a plate of warm cookies, chocolate chip. Jimmy’s favorite. Jimmy was sweaty from the yard work, so he rinsed off with the garden hose. He was wearing a blue print Nike swimsuit, the one Greg had bought him. After he was sufficiently cool, Jimmy adjusted the suits grab on his anatomy, repositioned himself, and then walked over to the patio. Jack came out with a towel.

“Here you go, Jimmy,” Jack said in his elder voice. “Dry off and then lets have some lemonade and cookies.”

“You are really nice, Jack,” Jimmy replied.

“Nah,” Jack answered. “You did the hard stuff… you deserve some cookies. Say, you are looking mighty strong, you must have to beat the girls off.” Jack laughed as he said it.

“Not really,; Jimmy replied.

“I don’t believe that for a minute,: Jack replied. “Plus you keep wearing that swimsuit and you’ll have them all over you.” Jack added.

Jimmy blushed and smirked. “Yeah, I guess,” Jimmy added.

“So tell me, how you doing, Jimmy?” Jack asked in a deeply caring voice. It was a touching moment of genuine concern from the elder generation to the aspiring one. Jimmy had never missed a mowing job, was never late, and most of all Jack was impressed by how genuinely polite the kid was. “Whatever they say about the kids today, Jimmy is as good as they come ,” Jack thought to himself.

Jimmy shared his plans for swim team, how he had this really cool guy coaching him, almost like an older brother. He then shared that he had this really cute girlfriend, but she was mad at him because he was spending too much time swimming. Jack listened as Jimmy talked about the struggles he was having with balancing his swimming goals and his romance.

“You know, Jimmy,” Jack started. “In a relationship, the girl just needs to know that she is at the top of your list. Do you really like this girl?”

“Yeah, Mr. Jack, I really do,” Jimmy replied. He was sitting at the picnic table in just his swimsuit. As he talked about Abby, he could feel his body growing inside the swimsuit. For some reason, every time Jimmy thought about Abby, he found himself getting big inside his swimsuits.

“Well, here is what I think we do,” Jack replied. “Let’s cut some fresh flowers from the garden, throw your bike on the back of my car, and I’ll drive you to Abby’s house. You go spend some time with her,” Jack suggested. “Surprise her!” He added, emphatically.

It was the perfect plan. Jimmy texted Abby to make sure she was home. It was a gorgeous, sunny day. Abby’s eyes lit up as she opened the door to find Jimmy holding flowers. He was a sight to behold, a cute young guy in a T-shirt and blue print swimsuit standing there with flowers in his hand. They had a great afternoon with each other. The floated around in the backyard pool, laid out in the sun, and they even threw in a little steamy romance that took Jimmy and Abby both farther than they had ever gone before. Their friendship was back on track. Jack’s sage advise worked. Jimmy had learned far more than just deeper levels of romance.

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“Your swimming looks really great, Jimmy,” Greg said as Jimmy laid on his bed, wearing a hot looking orange print swimsuit, a Tyr brand swimsuit. Jimmy really liked how the suit looked and how it felt on him. He was still pretty charged up from his two swimming session and the afternoon with Abby. In fact, he was more than just charged up, his body was seeking a release of the sexual tension that had been percolating since the steamy romance with Abby earlier. “ I think your technique is really solid on the free and the breast stroke,” Greg added. “I am watching them again now as we talk.”

Jimmy listened quietly as he could hear the video’s playing in the background of Greg’s phone. His teenage mind was focused on the term breast stroke, but for all wrong reasons. He was thinking with the part of his body that was sending the most feeling signals to Jimmy’s brain. He shook his head and got his focus back on swimming.

“So, swim tryouts are next week,” Greg continued as soon as the video he was watching finished. “Have you thought about what strokes you like best? Coach may ask you.”

“I like free and fly best, but I suck at fly,” Jimmy replied.

“Suck is a strong word,” Greg laughed at how critical Jimmy was of himself. “I think it needs work, but it is way better than the first time I saw you swim it,” Greg replied.

“What do you think?” Jimmy asked.

“Well, I have been thinking about this a lot. I think you should tell coach you want to swim long distance free,” Greg answered. “You have awesome endurance, you swim solid at an even pace, and your free technique looks great. Plus you do great turns.”

“Cool,” Jimmy replied.

“Also, not many swimmers like long distance, so you are playing right into a need.”

“I like that,” Jimmy replied. “Do you think I will make the team?” Jimmy asked.

“I think Coach would be crazy to not put you on the team,” Greg replied. Jimmy was pumped.

13 Continued
 

Jimmy was really excited. Greg gave him a huge boost of confidence. Jimmy rolled back over, now laying on his back. His hormones were raging inside him, both from the swimming and from the urges that he was feeling from earlier in the day. For Jimmy it was a whole new experience. His body was aroused in so many ways. He had never felt himself feel this way, his awareness of his groin area was a feeling he had never felt before. He rubbed his hand down along the top of his swimsuit, it was like every nerve in that part of him was tingling with desire. He was fully aroused inside the swimsuit. He enjoyed how he was feeling, it was a strange pleasurable sensation. He called Abby and chatted with her. As they talked he continued to explore and feel himself. He liked how the tight swimsuit felt on him.

“You are so sweet,” Abby was saying. “And you looked really cute standing there in your blue swimsuit with those flowers.” She added.

“You are the one who is cute,” Jimmy replied. They both giggled.

The lovebirds teased each other with sensual talk. Jimmy was feeling urges and sensations he had never felt before. By the time it was all over, Jimmy had reached a new level of self discovery. The release of desire was a whole new sensation for him. He was breathless, listening to Abby talk about her plans for tomorrow. The sensations Jimmy was feeling continued, even after the pivotal point. The second half was almost as titillating as the first. Jimmy had opened a whole new level for himself.

Jimmy and Abby said their final goodbyes. Jimmy slipped off the wet swimsuit, dried himself off with a T-shirt, the only thing he could find in his otherwise spotless bedroom. He pulled on a clean pair of shorts. And climbed back into bed. He would have a restless sleep. Tomorrow was another day of swimming, and maybe some more time with Abby. So much was racing through Jimmy's mind.

Chapter 13
 

STS,

You've done it again, created a wonderful lead up to the tryouts for Jimmy with awesome dialogue and narration. Jimmy's sexual awakening bringing him past the brink is so well done because it maintains the sensuality without having any of the typical graphic language. I'm very impressed with Greg's dedication to mentoring Jimmy and also Monique's ability to be like a big sister to Jimmy, giving him good advice along the way. I also like the way you brought Jack back into the picture, portraying him as a really nice guy who has the knack for relating to someone 2 generations behind him and uses his life experience to help Jimmy with his problem with Abby. I think Jack is pleased that he has been a part of Jimmy's growth. Thanks again and waiting for more.

D67

Part 13
 

STS,

Wow!! so much is going on in this chapter. Jimmy is getting ready for his high school swim team tryouts. Jimmy's relationship with Abby heated up after he took Jacks advice of showing up at her house with flowers as an peace offering for swimming so often and neglecting her. I liked that Greg has Jimmy record his swim strokes then email the video back to Greg to critique them. Monique becomes like a big sister to Jimmy by giving him good advice on various subjects. Thanks for this chapter. I can't wait for the next chapter.

Shaulis


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Part 14
 

It was the last weekend before the start of school and swim team try outs were the first week. Jimmy finished up his Friday workout and then planned to spend the afternoon with Abby. This time, Abby was coming to Jimmy’s house, which was a big deal. Abby had never been to the farm, all their past meetings at her house. Jimmy was feeling a bit anxious about it, her house was so nice and new, a manicured lawn and the pool. Jimmy really worried she would find the farm to be such a different world. What he did not know was that Abby had already scoped it out, getting her big sister to driver her by the house. Sure, it was different, but that was the good part in her mind. Jimmy was a genuine farm kid, Abby thought that was really cool.

Jimmy raced home on his bicycle after his swim workout, all his gear in his backpack, strapped over his bare chest. As usual, he wore his swimsuit, this time a the red print Speedo that he really liked so much. Sadly, the colors were starting to fade, the result of so much pool swimming in the chlorine. The suit still looked hot, though, and Jimmy wanted to look good for Abby. It was one of her favorite swimsuits on him. As soon as he got home, he showered wearing his swimsuit, making sure the sweat got rinsed out. He then stood in front of he mirror in his now clean, but wet swimsuit, brushing his hair and making sure he looked perfect.

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“So, this is it,” Jimmy said as Abby got out of the car. Her sister was dropping her off. Jimmy wore shorts over his swimsuit, the board shorts Greg lent him, a green polo shirt, and a spray of his dad’s cologne. He looked handsome. Abby had on a floral print bikini top, really short cotton shorts, covering up the very skimpy bikini bottom. As her sister pulled away, Abby gave Jimmy a hug, then the two held hands as Jimmy led her toward the house.

“This is really cool,” Abby said as she held Jimmy’s hand. “Show me the farm,” she added with authentic interest.

After the tour of the barns and letting Abby climb on the tractor, Jimmy had a suggestion “It is really peaceful in down by the pond, you can I can go lay in the sun and watch the geese on the pond.”

“That sounds great,” Abby said. “I wore my swimsuit hoping we could do something like that,” Abby added.

Jimmy took her into the house and showed her around. Compared to Abby’s home, this one as far more basic, a little dated and reflected the modest means of Jimmy’s family. Still, it had a certain country charm to it, a flashback to a simpler time. “Let me get us some towels and a blanket,” Jimmy said as he left Abby in the kitchen.

“And put on your swimsuit,” Abby requested. “A cute one…” she trailed off.

“Which one,” Jimmy replied.

“Not sure,” Abby answered. “Show me.”

Jimmy pulled from his bedroom his entire swimsuit collection, all ten and laid them out on the kitchen table. “Take you pick.” Jimmy offered.

“Can you model them?” Abby asked.

Jimmy agreed to show her them on, so he slipped into the small bathroom and changed into each one, modeling them for Abby one by one. By the time he got to the fourth, he was starting to have trouble getting himself into the suits. Abby noticed that Jimmy’s bulge was looking bigger and bigger each time. She would make him show her all sides, she even would hold his hips as she studied the suits. All the while, Jimmy was getting more and more responsive. Jimmy had trouble making it through all ten, he was getting far too excited. Abby loved the show.

Abby settled on a gold and orange print swimsuit from Nike that she really liked on Jimmy. It fit him tight, and it had a seam that ran up the backside, making his butt look sensational. The swimsuit accentuated everything she liked about him from and anatomical standpoint. The narrow sides showed off his legs, the low cut showed off all of his cute abdomen. In short, he was sizzling hot.

Jimmy gave Abby a ride out to the pond, which was at the far end of the four hundred acre farm. They rode a small tractor, Abby riding in a wagon behind. Jimmy laid out a blanket on the trailer bed, an attempt to make the ride more comfortable. Along with Abby, the trailer carried a small cooler with soda, lemonade, and a couple of sandwiches Jimmy made up for the two of them.

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“Hey Jimmy, what are you doing Saturday?” Greg’s text message read.

“Swimming, maybe some time with Abby,” Jimmy texted back.

“Monique and I want to come visit. Go to the beach, you and Abby, too,” Greg texted back.

“Really?,” was Jimmy’s reply. “That would be wicked awesome,” Jimmy added quickly.

Within seconds the cell phone rang. Greg wanted to work out all the details. Monique and Greg were going to drive up from Connecticut on that afternoon, leaving shortly. They would stay over at Paul and Buffy’s for two nights, giving them all day Saturday for the beach. “I can go swimming with you Saturday and before we leave Sunday,” Greg added. “Get you ready for the try outs next week.”

Jimmy had promised Abby he would not talk about swimming at all for the afternoon, but Greg’s call changed that. They were both excited. Abby was more excited that she would get to go to the beach with Jimmy, but the added bonus of Greg, who she thought was totally hot, really made it special.

“This will be fun,” Jimmy said with excitement. “You will like Greg and Monique,” he assured Abby. No assurance was needed. Abby was going to get along with both of them really well. Jimmy wrapped his arms around Abby as they laid on the blanket. He was getting that feeling again, both of them feeling it. The warm afternoon turned a little steamy, as they continued their testing of boundaries with each other. Jimmy liked the things Abby was doing to him. Abby liked the feel of Jimmy in his swimsuit, not to mention the look as he was getting all turned on.

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The pool was empty when Greg and Jimmy got there. Not many people showed for the early Saturday lap swim, which started at 8am, right after the masters swim team wrapped up their two hour workout. The locker room was crowded with the older swimmers from the masters team, w whole assortment of skill levels and a wide array of swimsuit styles, from briefs to jammers. No shorts, however. Jimmy was wearing a black and gold Tyr swimsuit, a lightning bolt type pattern that looked stunning on him. Greg had on a blue and yellow Nike swimsuit, solid blue with yellow side panels that wrapped around the back. It fit Greg tight, and left nothing to the imagination. It was one of Monique’s favorites, and for clearly visible reasons.

“So, I got the tryout drills from coach,” Greg said. “Not sure if he will do all of these, but we are going to go through them, anyway.” Greg added.

“How did you get these?” Jimmy asked.

“I just asked him,” Greg replied in a matter of fact tone. His Summer AAU coach was also the coach of the local high school team. Greg was fully equipped, stopwatch, whistle, dry erase board with the order of drills written out, space for him to record times. “So, let’s get in and swim 500 easy, slow pace to warm-up. No racing.”

“Okay, coach,” Jimmy replied with a teasing grin. Jimmy jumped in the water, followed by Greg. They were the only two in the pool, so Greg took his own lane next to Jimmy. As Jimmy set out, pushing off the wall, Greg waited. When Jimmy was half way down the pool, Greg started his warm up.. Greg wanted to make sure he did not pass Jimmy, the whole idea was to boost Jimmy’s confidence. Greg set out at an easy pace, slightly faster than what Jimmy was swimming. He’d adjust for that as he swam.

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Two hours later, they were just about finished. Greg had recorded each of Jimmy’s times. Jimmy finshed up a set of 200 breast stroke as Greg stood at the end of the pool, watch in hand. “Nice job, Jimmy,” Greg said as Jimmy stood. Jimmy was tired, he had been swimming hard all morning.

“So, am I fast enough?” Jimmy asked. Greg looked over the times. Jimmy was not quite at the level he needed to be on speed. Greg pondered the best way to answer.

“You know what I said, Jimmy. It is about quality and skill as much as speed, right?” Greg paused.

“Yeah, but speed is a big deal, too.” Jimmy replied.

“Your times are good, Jimmy,” Greg replied. “If I thought you did not have a chance I would say so. You won’t be the fastest guy there, but you have way more endurance than most swimmers because you started out swimming for such long periods of time. You have good skills and you learn fast.” Greg added.

“You sure you aren’t just saying that?” Jimmy replied.

“Never,” Greg answered. “You just need to stay confident.”

“Okay,” Jimmy agreed as he set off on his 500 cool down. Greg followed again, staying behind Jimmy the whole time. Greg was really proud of his adopted younger brother. He set his mind to something and he was about to see if his dream could come true. In his heart, Greg hoped Jimmy was not being set up for a huge disappointment. He watched as Jimmy swam past him in the opposite way each length, his black and gold swimsuit rotating in the water as he swam, one string hanging out. Jimmy really looked like a very good swimmer.

In the locker room, Jimmy told Greg about Abby and him. “Things are really good, now,” Jimmy explained. “Jack gave me some good advice to pay more attention to her.”

“That’s cool, Jimmy,” Greg said. “You really like her.” Greg sat on the bench, Jimmy standing. They were both still in their wet swimsuits, chatting.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Jimmy replied. Jimmy’s hand rubbed the front of his tight swimsuit as he said it. Just thinking about Abby was turning him on. “Greg, can I ask you a really serious question?” Jimmy queried.

“Sure, Jimmy, you know you can,” Greg replied.

“Have you ever done it with a girl, I mean all the way?” Jimmy asked.

Greg blushed. He had never had this question before. To be sure, his friends all talked about the subject , and they all acted like they had “done it” many times. Greg was now put on the spot. “You know what, Jimmy. I have thought about it, but no, I have not actually gone all the way. Why?” It was an awkward conversation.

“I don’t know, just thinking,” Jimmy replied, his suit was feeling really tight on him.

The guys sat in the locker room for half an hour as Jimmy and Greg discussed the whole topic.. Jimmy shared what happened the other night while he was wearing his swimsuit, and Greg shared exactly how far he had ever been with a girl, which involved nothing more than some well placed action with hands, also while wrapped up in his swim team swimsuits. “Monique wants to wait,” Greg closed out the discussion. “So, as much as I would like to try it, we guys need to respect that the girl might not be ready,” Greg advised Jimmy. Sound brotherly advice.

“Yeah, you are right, Greg,” Jimmy replied. It didn’t relieve the urges he was feeling, nor did it ease the bulge in his tiny swimsuit, but if Greg said so, then it was right, thought Jimmy. Jimmy eased himself from the bench, unaware of how much he had been massaging himself, he went into the shower. He untied and slipped off the tight, clinging swimsuit. He turned the water cold, and let it ease the sexual tension he was feeling from the deep conversation and thoughts of Abby. It was going to be a tough day of urges at the beach.

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The sun was bright in the blue sky. It was heading to low tide, making the beach wide open. The guys laid out two large blankets on the sand, side by side. They had left their shorts in the car, wearing just their swimsuits, no shirts. Jimmy was wearing the same black and gold Tyr print he wore swimming. Greg was wearing a new Turbo brand suit, a colorful print that fit him low and tight. It was a swimsuit Monique picked out and insisted Greg would look “fabulous” in. The girls slipped off their shorts and tops to reveal extremely tiny bikini swimsuits, certainly skimpy enough to drive the guys wild. Monique’s was a side tied red bikini, with the only material going between her legs and just enough to cover the important spots on her chest. Abby had on the same bikini she wore at Jimmy’s farm, the one that made Jimmy almost burst out of his swimsuit.

Jimmy and Greg headed straight into the water. They were the only two guys on the whole beach in real swimsuits, the rest of the guys in a wide variety of board shorts. They were also the two hottest looking guys on the beach, Greg’s muscled abs, tight legs, and impressive upper body made him the perfect swimsuit model. Jimmy was not far behind, his muscular development clear, his stomach flat and tight, showing some ab development. Jimmy’s upper body was defined.

The water was cold, as the guys went chest deep, leading through the waves.

“Darn, are they hot looking,” Greg said to Jimmy as they wrestled with the waves.

“Yeah, and look at their swimsuits,” Jimmy added.

“Yup, it is good the ocean is so cold,” Greg replied, part laughing but mostly serious.

Abby and Monique watched as the guys came out of the water. “This is the best part,” Monique said to Abby, as they watched the waist lines clear the water. The guys swimsuits clung to them, clearly showing the definition of their male anatomy.

“Yes, it is,” Abby answered. “Jimmy is so cute in his wet swimsuits. Greg is, too.” The guys were showing all as they crossed the beach. They reached the blanket and stood, their suits still clinging. Greg finally tugged at the front of his suit, releasing the grip of the lycra material. Jimmy simply laid down on the blanket, on his back. He was giving Abby quite the show, not thinking a thing of the fact that he was driving her wild. Abby rolled over and rubbed Jimmy’s chest. It did not take long before he was filling out the suit in a rather large way. Jimmy and Greg would end up having to take lots of cold water dips.

It was a great day at the beach. A nice diversion from the pressure of swimming. Try outs were only a few days away.

Part 14
 

STS,

A terrific chapter. It really shows how committed Greg is to Jimmy as a swimmer and an adopted younger brother whom he can give the benefit of his life experience of 17 years. The dialogue sounds so much like that of adolescents, not stilted or fake, and not overly "saccharine" either. And Greg is very honest with Jimmy about his chances to make the team, something that Jimmy clearly understands and accepts based on his great trust in Greg. I believe that Jimmy knows that Greg would never lead him astray, treat him like a kid, or minimize any of Jimmy's adolescent concerns. That's why the conversation about sexual experiences could take place. Thank you for stretching out this story so we can enjoy it for an even longer time.

D67

I agree with Dooley67 - thanks for continuing the story! Looking forward to see Jimmy make the HS team. He WILL make the team, won't he? Of course he will - all the hard work he has put into his swimming will pay off. And Jimmy's concerns about sex, and needing guidance from his older 'brother' - such great stuff!

Part 14
 

STS,

I agree with Dooley67 and Swimmboy thanks for continuing the story. I like that Jimmy trusts Greg like a brother to tell or ask him anything and know Greg wouldn't steer him in the wrong direction. Both Abby and Monique like to "heat up" Jimmy and Greg and send them into the surf to cool down they love how their respective guy's brief clings to his body in all the right spots. I can't wait to find out if Jimmy gets on the swim team. I liked that Greg didn't sugarcoat Jimmy's chances to get on the swim team. Jimmy wasn't the fastest swimmer yet but he had quality strokes. Jimmy could be taught to get faster easily, the quality stroked would have been a whole different matter. I think deep down Greg knows Jimmy will be on the swimteam.
Thank you again STS for this story.

Shaulis

STS,

I love how the relationship between Greg and Jimmy continues to grow and evolve. Possibly your best story to date

a little reminder....
 

Yes ... (who was first out with the crystal ball in post#3?)

Part 15
 

Jimmy hardly slept the night prior. Wednesday was swim team try outs for the guys team. The girls try outs were Thursday. Jimmy was up early, he would skip the early morning lap swim that day on Greg’s advise. Jimmy packed up his swim bag, two swimsuits that he had picked out special for the event, two pairs of goggles, and a big towel. He decided on the red and white Speedo as his first choice for a swimsuit, and then the blue print Nike as his second. They were his two favorite swimsuits, and both reminded him of Greg. Despite all of Greg’s assurances, Jimmy was already nervous, and the say had not even started. He had not told anyone other than Abby of his plan.

“You ready,” Abby said whispering as the two met at the front of the high school.

“I think so,” Jimmy replied. “Nervous,” he confided.

“You will be fine,” Abby replied. She gave him a quick hug, no kiss. Kissing was not allowed at school, even though some couples did it anyway. They walked into the building together. It was the last time they would see each other, except for passing in the hallway.

“Be loose today,” Greg texted Jimmy. Jimmy responded with his appreciation just before he turned the phone off for the day. “You’ll be great!” was Greg’s last text. Jimmy would not see that one until just before the try outs. The day would drag on and on from here. Jimmy would watch the clock through each class, hoping it would move faster.

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“Where have all these guys been?” Jimmy wondered as he entered the crowded locker room at the pool, the same pool he had swam in all Summer. “I have never seen any of them.” Jimmy thought to himself. It was quite a mix of guys, some of them clearly really good swimmers, dressed in swimsuits very much like what Jimmy had on, a few guys in jammer style swimsuits, and a few guys in what looked more like shorts than swimsuits. No one in board shorts. Most of the guys knew each other, and they all at least recognized each other, the school was not that large. About three quarters were freshman. Existing swim team members did not need to re-try, but they could be bumped if a faster swimmer came along. In all, there were eight spots on the varsity team, and an unknown number on the junior varsity team. It looked like there were at least 20 guys trying out.

“I did not know you were a swimmer,” a guy named Aiden said as he walked up to Jimmy. “How long have you been swimming?”

“This Summer,” replied Jimmy. Aiden gave no reply, but his facial expression said it all. Aiden had swam off an on for the last five years. He was wearing a solid black Speedo brief that looked like it had seen better days. The two guys had known each other for years, never really friends, but not enemies, either. Just not much in common.

“Good luck, Aiden,” said Jimmy. No reply.

All of the guys lined up on the first row of the bleachers. The serious swimmers from the Middle School team all sat together, all wearing the same swimsuits, and all cocky and confident they had the deal sealed. Jimmy sat just to the left of the cocky group. The four guys in shorts sat at the end. Jimmy tried not to judge, but he was sure they did not have a chance. There was clear tension in the group, each guy sizing up the other.

“Okay guys, ten minutes of warm up. Start at the end and count one through eight. Your number is the lane you are in,” said the coach as he approached the group. “Warm up whatever you want, but remember that the tryouts start now.“ The guys all counted off. Jimmy got number six and was matched with a guy in black Nike basketball type shorts, and a guy in a red Speedo. The three guys introduced themselves, Jimmy, Randy in the red Speedo and Tyler. Tyler was taller than Jimmy, built more like a football player than a swimmer. Randy was muscular and clearly a good swimmer, about the same height as Jimmy.

Greg had prepped Jimmy for this. How you warm up says how much you know about swimming. “If he gives you ten minutes, swim a slow 500,” Greg had coached Jimmy. “Don’t show off, just swim easy.”

Jimmy jumped in the lane. Randy followed and then Tyler. The all agreed to circle swim, Jimmy said he would go last. No one said what they were actually doing. Randy pushed off and did a slow free. Once he was about a third down, Tyler went next. Jimmy waited the same distance then set off last. By the end of the first length, Jimmy had run right up against Tyler. Tyler did a slow open turn, and Jimmy did a flip turn, then moved to the left and passed Tyler on the return length. Jimmy really wasn’t trying to race. Ego boost number one pumped a dose of confidence into Jimmy.

Tyler was half way down the next length when the two swimmers met in opposing directions, passing each other. Jimmy tried to figure out if that meant Randy was faster or Jimmy was. This passing went on for eight more lengths in the 50 meter outdoor pool. Jimmy and Randy passed each time at exactly the mid way point, no one gaining, no one losing. Tyler stopped after three laps, standing at the wall as the two stronger swimmers flip turned multiple times next to him.

“Watch the two swimmers in six,” the assistant coach said to her boss. The team had two assistant coaches, one lady and one guy. “They are swimming a nice warm up drill. Same pace, good technique.” The coaches walked over and stood at the top of the lane. Jimmy saw them, but kept his focus. He kept Greg’s mantra in his head, “quality” running through his mind. He made sure he reached, had good follow through, nice even kicks.

Randy was stopped at the wall, chatting with Tyler, but watching Jimmy. Randy was a genuinely good looking guy, blue eyes and striking blonde hair that was cropped swimmer short. He had an infectious smile. His shoulders were strong from years of swimming, and the weight workouts. He had not an ounce of body fat, not a single hair on his entire body, except for his head. He was the guy who got all the looks, from every girl and some guys. Randy eyed Jimmy, who he also found to be a really cute guy. As they were swimming, Randy had watched Jimmy pass the other way each length of the pool, Randy would check out how Jimmy’s swimsuit looked, the way Jimmy’s anatomy was outlined in the water. While most guys Randy’s age were into girls, Randy was taking a different course. He was finding himself more and more watching guys. In fact, he was really finding the swim team guys very attractive in their tight swimsuits. He kept his secret inside him, but whenever he cold, he would check out the cute guys on any of the various sports teams. Besides swimmers, he really liked the wrestlers in their skin tight singlets that showed every detail. Whenever he read swimming magazines, he’d look at the guys in their swimsuits, not admiring their swimming form, rather he admired their physical form. He often found himself getting aroused by the guy swimmers. It was tough for him being around all the cute guys in their tight and tiny swimsuits, giving him sensations and urges that sometimes displayed themselves in his own tight swimsuits. .

“Good warm-up?” Randy asked as Jimmy stood at the end of the lane. Jimmy had more than caught his eye, a handsome body all wrapped up in the cute blue print swimsuit. They had a minute or so to rest. Randy’s eyes wandered down Jimmy’s body. Randy smiled at what he was looking at.

“Yeah, you swam really well,” Jimmy replied.

“You too,” Randy answered. “What team did you swim for last year?”

“I didn’t, just started this Summer,” Jimmy replied. He took Randy’s question as a compliment.

“Wow, then you are pretty good,” Randy replied. He put his arm on Jimmy’s shoulder. Randy was interested in more than swimming and his outward reach of affection was test of Jimmy’s reaction. He wanted to get to know Jimmy. He wondered, more hoped, Jimmy felt the same way.

Coach called the swimmers out of the pool. Randy watched as Jimmy did his one handed leap out of the pool. Tyler hoisted himself out, and Randy did a similar leap to Jimmy’s. Out of the water Randy got a real chance to check Jimmy out. Jimmy was every bit as handsome on the deck in his wet swimsuit as he was in the water. Randy quickly changed his thoughts, the feel of himself starting to react to his interest.

“Okay, first is the 100 free, race style.” Coach explained. We will do three heats, two of seven and one of six. Count off one to seven,” The guys did. Jimmy was a three. Randy was four, same group as Jimmy. Side by side. First round.

“Awesome,” Randy said, giving Jimmy a high five. Jimmy was happy to have made a new friend so quickly.

“I’m not fast, but I have lots of endurance,” Jimmy said.

“I don’t know, you look pretty fast to me,” Randy replied. “And you got a really cool swimsuit on, too,” he added.

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Jimmy got up on the blocks. He was suddenly really nervous. In fact, he was so nervous he was shaking. He positioned his toes right at the end of the blocks, to get a good launch. He looked at Randy next to him on his left, who looked confident as ever. To his right was Aiden, in his solid black Speedo. He was also ready. Down the line were swimmers from the rising team. Tyler and the other guys in shorts were in the next two rounds. “Good launch,” Jimmy said to himself. “Swim your race.”

The calls came out and then the whistle blew marking the start of the “race.” Jimmy was late off the blocks, a half second behind the others. He did not know it, but the coaches watched his late start. The assistant coach who was the head coach of the JV team noted Jimmy’s bad start. Jimmy recovered on the entry to the water, his open dive was long and lean, also noted. A simple race, down and back in the 50 meter pool.

Randy was way out ahead, and fast. Aiden was close behind. That was all Jimmy could easily see. In the far lanes he could see other swimmers forms, but it was hard to tell where they were in relation to him. Jimmy swam as hard as he could The wall was approaching fast, “Swim to the wall,” Jimmy told himself. He was frustrated that as he approached, Randy and Aiden were already heading back. It seemed like he was way too far behind.

Flip! Jimmy made his turn. It was a perfect flip, fast and tight. He got a fantastic push off the wall. The JV coach noted that Jimmy had the best turn. In his heat of seven, Jimmy was at fifth place heading into the turn, but barely ahead of the six the place swimmer. The swimmer in lane two blew his flip and ended up doing an awkward open turn. Jimmy shot ahead, now in fourth, the sixth place swimmer right on Jimmy’s heals. He could barely see the sixth place swimmer in lane seven. Jimmy gave it all he had. He swam harder and faster than he had ever swam before. His form suffered as he put on the gas. The coach, watching Jimmy, noted his declining technique as he put on the speed. “Fix that and he’d shave time,” the coach wrote.

Jimmy swam right to the wall. He stood, breathless. Aiden had finished four seconds ahead, Randy five. Jimmy came in a dead tie for fourth with the swimmer in lane seven. Despite the loss to Randy and Aiden along with the swimmer in lane one, Jimmy had just swam three seconds faster than his best time with Greg, a quantum leap in is time.

“Great job,” Randy said as Jimmy bent over to catch his breath.

“Thanks, you too,” Jimmy replied gasping. Randy rubbed his hand on Jimmy’s arched back.

“Wow, you killed yourself out there,” Randy added.

Aiden also reached over and congratulated Jimmy. “Pretty darn good for your first race,” Aiden said. He had dismissed Jimmy earlier, but suddenly Jimmy had credibility. He wasn’t the fastest, but he also wasn’t the last. It was the start of what was going to be a long two hours in the pool.

“Let’s get out, hot stuff,” Randy said. The three guys leaped out of the water. Their red, blue print and black wet swimsuits clinging to them. Randy smiled. He loved guys in wet suits. Jimmy was smiling now, too. He had done exactly what Greg said. The guys readied for the next challenge of the afternoon.

Part 15
 

STS,

Thanks for another great chapter. On the day of the swimteam tryouts Jimmy got a hug from Abby to start his day. When the swim team tryouts started for Jimmy there were many guys he didn't see at the pool during summer. Randy and Jimmy became fast friends. Jimmy ended up fourth after he got off the block late he wasn't the fastest but he wasn't last either. Jimmy did exactly what Greg had said. Jimmy and the other swimmers were just beginning their two hours in the pool. I can't wait for the next chapter to find out how Jimmy has done.

Brian

STS,

Another wonderful chapter. I liked the way you establish the beginnings of a relationship between Jimmy and Randy with Jimmy not knowing Randy's true feelings, but not rejecting Randy's hand on the shoulder and comment on his swimsuit. I am betting that if Randy becomes more obvious and says something indicating his orientation, that Jimmy will be accepting and non judgmental. Once again, there is good interplay among the swimmers as Jimmy, who was initially nervous, becomes more comfortable and confident. Great dialogue and a really good technique of voicing the coaches reactions as the guys swim. Thanks for the chapter and keep it going.

D67

I agree with everyone. Another great story. Please continue!!

Very interesting chapter. I'm a little worried - I thought Jimmy would be near the front of the pack, not back in 4th place, with two more heats to go! Hopefully those will be slower than Jimmy's heat. Of course, I'm secretly hoping Jimmy has a break-out swim - maybe his backstroke (my favorite stroke) will really 'wow' the coaches, so that a 4th place in free won't be so bad. Every team needs a good backstroker!

Swimmboy,

It's amazing how much we all root for these fictional characters as if they were real people. You, shaulis and I are all worried that Jimmy won't make the team and we all eagerly await the next chapter when his fate might be determined. It certainly shows what a convincing storyteller STS is and how much we get pulled as we read each chapter.

D67

Yes, Dooley67 - we are 'pulled into' this story and start cheering for the character - just like you do when you watch a good movie or tv show. Jimmy and Greg have been so well-crafted they seem like real guys you just want to cheer for, and you want good things for them - even though they are fictional!

Part 16
 

Randy and Jimmy joined the rest of the swimmers on the bleachers, a collection of wet guys, suits clinging to them like cellophane wrap. Randy was on Jimmy’s right, their bodies almost touching as they sat on the tightly packed first row of bleachers. Randy’s hand was nestled right up against Jimmy’s leg. Jimmy felt it there, but with the tight seating, he gave it no attention. For Randy, the placement was more strategic. The guys all watched as the second and third waves of the free took place. Randy felt himself getting worked up. It happened fast, so fast Randy couldn’t stop it. Within a few seconds, he was rock hard inside his swimsuit.. He wiggled his legs a bit, hoping to ease the sensation between his legs. It didn’t help.

“I can’t believe this,” Randy thought to himself. He had found guys at swimming cute, but never to the point the got like this. His swimsuit was bulging tremendously. Randy bent over, trying desperately to calm himself down. He had heard some guys talk about getting boners in their swimsuits, but this was new to him. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do. Despite all his efforts, he was getting harder and more aroused. Jimmy was driving him wild.

“Watch the guy in lane three,” Randy said to Jimmy, trying to divert his mind, and hopefully his arousal.

“The guy in the blue and green swimsuit?” Jimmy questioned.

“Yeah, he’s probably the fastest guy here,” Randy answered. “His name is Kent.” Randy squeezed his legs together, trying to stop the urges he was feeling between his legs, but the more his body touched Jimmy’s in the close seating, the worse the urges got.

The whistle blew and the race was on. Kent quickly established his dominance and was well ahead of the rest of the swimmers, easily a full body out by the end of the first 50. His turn was fast and tight, a solid push and he was on his way back before some of the other swimmers had hit the wall.

“Wow, he is good,” Jimmy turned and said to Randy. Randy’s hand was on his own suit trying to adjust himself, he had positioned up and was about to pop out of the suit. He pushed his rock solid anatomy to the side. He quickly grew into the extra room, no longer held back by the tight drawstring.

“Told you,” Randy said.

Kent had pushed out a great time. He was solidly in the top spot, and it was unlikely anyone would beat him. In fact, his time rivaled some of the juniors and seniors. If he kept up, he would be the best swimmer the program had ever seen by the time he was a senior. He was clearly varsity team bound.
When it was all over, Randy was in the top five at fourth place. Jimmy missed the top ten by one slot, coming in at 11th.

“Time for breast stroke,” the coach called out. Everyone line up along the wall.

“Oh man,” Randy said to himself. “I can’t stand up like this,” he added to his thoughts as he contemplated his situation. He was franticly trying to make himself relax, but he was staying rock hard and the urges were getting stronger. It was all new territory for Randy, being trapped in public this way. His anatomy now looked like a steel rod inside his tight and tiny swimsuit, barely contained within the lycra material.

As he stood, Jimmy could not help but notice that Randy was having a problem. It was that obvious. “Hate when that happens,” Jimmy said. “At least there are not girls around,” he added. Jimmy felt bad for Randy, having been there with Abby. He knew how awkward it was.

“Yeah, I guess, but there sure are a lot of cute guys,” Randy answered without thinking. Jimmy never gave the comment a thought, at least not then. Randy finally stood, his erect anatomy showing. He walked close behind Jimmy, hoping to hide his situation, his left hand held in front of his swimsuit. Jimmy went ahead of him. As they stood on along the all, Randy wiggled his legs. He knew he was not only erect, but he was feeling himself close to the next level. He tugged at the front of his swimsuit, which was probably not the best choice, the sensation only acted to prolong the situation. If anyone other than Jimmy noticed, no one said anything. It was not the first time a guy had ever gotten aroused in his swimsuit at an inopportune time, and it would certainly not be the last. Luckily, Randy’s body finally retreated.

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The tryouts consisted of sets of 100 in each of the four core strokes to start out, followed by some other events. Every swimmer had to do the four sets, then it was by option for the rest. Free was Jimmy’s strongest stroke, so his out of top ten finish did not bode well for his chances. Despite Randy’s assurance that Jimmy had done well, Jimmy knew otherwise. Both Greg and he hoped for a finish in the top quarter, maybe top third.

“Don’t give up, even if it is not going well,” Greg had advised Jimmy in their last text session. “Show you got heart!” Greg had also advised.

The breast stroke was next. Same order as before, Aiden and Randy flanked Jimmy. Jimmy got on the block, positioning himself for a great start. Randy was to his left, Aiden to his right. This was Aiden’s top stroke, so Aiden had high expectations. Randy untied his suit, and put his hand down to readjust, now that he was back to normal. For swimmers, every detail has to be right, right down to the placement of parts inside the suit. Satisfied, Randy tied himself back up.

The whistle blew and Jimmy got a great start, off the blocks exactly as in line with the rest of the field. His dive was long and graceful, he hit the water slightly ahead of the rest of the field. “Great launch,” wrote one of the coaches. On her pad Jimmy was known as New Guy/Blue Nike Print, reflecting that most of the other swimmers the coaches knew from their rise through other swim teams.

Aiden was way ahead at 25 meters. He was powerful, but with amazing grace. His body flowed with the water, hardly making a splash. Jimmy was in last place and struggling, but staying close to the swimmer in lane one. By the turn, Aiden had commanded to the top spot. Randy was second. As they turned, Jimmy was still almost two bodies out from the wall. The swim was not going well.

“Damn it,” Jimmy thought to himself. “Swim your race,” Greg’s mantra entered his mind. Jimmy pushed hard.

“Way too slow,” wrote the coach, right under the great launch comment. Jimmy was several seconds late at the turn, but he nailed the flip. Tight, fast and a great push, which lead to another positive comment. The female coach watched as Jimmy swam back, checking his technique. Jimmy felt great off the wall, knowing he nailed the turn. He was determined to not be last. He pushed hard.

At 25 to go, Jimmy was solidly past the swimmer in lane one, a guy in Nike shorts. But then a stunning turn of events. Jimmy caught the guy in lane six, also, at ten meters to go. Jimmy pushed harder. It was not a fast swim, but somehow he pulled out a fifth place finish. Really not bad for a guy who was dead last at the turn. “Great comeback, technique is solid,” wrote the coach.

Randy waited for Jimmy to finish. He saw the last ten meters, and the conquer of fifth. “Great job,” Randy said to Jimmy. “You were swimming really hard those last ten,” he added.

“Thanks, how did you do?” Jimmy asked.

“Second, Aiden was first, always is,” Randy replied.

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The final set of the required four was the fly. Being Greg’s favorite, the guys had worked really hard on the fly over the Summer. “It’s a race of technique, power and speed,” Greg had always said to Jimmy. “If you can nail fly, the rest are easy,” Greg also used to say, a little bias in his opinion, he was, after all, a fly guy. Fly was Randy’s weakest stroke, and Aiden admitted he was average in it. By this point, Randy and Jimmy were fast friends, and Aiden had really warmed up to Jimmy, who absorbed everything either of them said. If they all made the team, they were clearly going to be a trio.

Jimmy had no idea how he would do. He blew the back stroke, coming in last in his heat and 15th overall. That race was Randy’s breakout swim, which he solidly won, both heat and overall. No surprise there. Despite the bad back stroke set, Jimmy forced himself to rebound, Greg’s other advice. “Don’t let a bad race ruin the meet,” he would be telling Jimmy right now, if he were there.

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Jimmy was fast off the blocks, and like his breast event, he landed farther up the pool than anyone. He hit the water and immediately got into his rhythm. It took all his concentration to swim the fly, the timing of arms and kick, the physical demands on the body absorbing every ounce of his concentration. His arm strokes were powerful. His technique was not merely good, it was fantastic, and quickly noted by the coach who had been watching him.

“Hey, come watch this swimmer,” she called to the head coach. “He’s really strong at this.”

“I am not surprised,” said the head coach, a reference to his mentorship by Greg. They both watched as Jimmy finished the first 25. His flip this time was a bit off, but not horrible. He was slightly ahead heading into the turn, and despite the muddled turn, his strong off the wall push held his place. On the way back, Jimmy pulled out all the stops. He accelerated down the last 50, pushing an even greater lead. A power came over Jimmy like he had never felt before. He was one with the water, his arm strokes in exact timing, almost as graceful as a synchronized swimmer. His kicks were powerful, his feet molded together to create a thrust that was well above his experience level. Randy was two spots back, eating Jimmy’s wake. Aiden was behind Randy. No one was in front.

“Amazing fly,” wrote the coach with three lines under it. “Solid.”

Jimmy hit the wall and pushed backward. He floated on his back for about ten meters, breathless. He stood and watched as Randy, then Aiden finished. It had not hit Jimmy what he had just done. He won the heat!

Randy dunked under the lane line and grabbed Jimmy. “You kicked butt,” he said as he gave Jimmy a tight hug. Their bodies touched at all points, including the middle bulges. “You were amazing!” Jimmy was in total disbelief on what he had just swam He could not have dreamed he’d swim that well. The swimmers around him were shocked, some mad, some jealous. Everyone was amazed. Jimmy was too whipped to do his usual leap from the pool, instead opting for the two handed lift.

“What got into you?” Randy asked. “I mean you swam like a mad man.”

“I just felt good,” Jimmy replied. The guys sat again, side by side, watching the guys in heat two line up.

Randy put his hand on Jimmy’s knee. “I think you might have secured a spot on the team with that swim,” he added to the conversation. He looked at Jimmy, admiring his handsome face and smile. His eyes wandered to check out Jimmy’s swimsuit. “Wow, is he ever cute,” Randy thought to himself. If he wasn’t so tired from the swims, Randy’s body would long have responded to the interest. Randy was glad it didn’t.

When all of it was over, Jimmy ended up in third place. A solid finish and only half a second between the top finisher and him. What Jimmy did not see was the coach’s comments. It was clear that Jimmy had the best technique and the most promise. Had he not bungled to flip turn, he easily would have been the top swimmer of the fly. It was just the break Jimmy needed, if he had any hope of making the team.

Part16
 

STS,

Another great chapter. Jimmys tryout wasn't going well until they got to the fly where he finished third overall in the fly portion. I hope the coach will choose Jimmy to be on the swim team. Please continue the story.

Shaulis

Part16
 

STS,

Another great chapter. Jimmys tryout wasn't going well until they got to the fly where he finished third overall in the fly portion. I hope the coach will choose Jimmy to be on the swim team. Please continue the story.

Shaulis

Chapter 16
 

STS,

I continue to be so impressed with your knack for normal adolescent dialogue and for your keeping the suspense of the races high like a play-by-play announcer would. You really were very explicit about Randy's boner but once again, without being graphic. And the fact that Jimmy had not idea what this meant to Randy was a pretty clear indication of Jimmy's naïveté (a good thing for Randy).A wonderful chapter. I sense that the next chapter will be the last. :(

His excellent fly swim should certainly guarantee Jimmy a spot on the team. Fly is the most difficult stroke to master, and physically the most difficult to swim, so I think Jimmy will make the team. He has already made two new friends, so I think a few more chapters are in the works!

Once Jimmy makes the team the coaches will work on his turns. Cuz meet officials don't see the humor in doing a flipturn during breaststroke and butterfly events, huh? Great story, quite realistic!

Hey 50Free, not sure if others picked up on the two botched turns, but good catch. The error was intentional. It will become clearer in the next chapter... can't expect Jimmy to remember everything with such short experience and under pressure.

STS

Part 17
 

Jimmy’s last event of the tryout was the optional 500 free. It was the event that Greg thought Jimmy had the greatest chance at, given his endurance. The 500 free was a race of strategy, Greg had explained to Jimmy. Start out too fast and you will burn up, too slow and you will never catch up. “Always know where you are in the distance,” Greg had explained. “Hold some in reserve for the final 100, that is where the power moves take place,” Greg also explained to Jimmy during their practice sessions. It turned out to be sage advice.

Five swimmers entered the 500 free, neither Aiden or Randy included. Jimmy was in lane 2, lane one was empty, as were lanes seven and eight. The odds on favorite was a tall and lean swimmer in lane 3. His actual name was Ralph, but he went by the nickname “Bo.” No one was sure why or where he got that name, but it was the name he was known by. He wore a tight and sleek yellow and red Agon swimsuit that had his AAU team logo on it. He looked every bit the swimmer he was, tight abs, broad shoulders, amazing pecs, and muscular legs. He also looked hot in his colorful swimsuit, which when wet was not transparent, but at close observation did show through his frontal parts ever so slightly. Randy zeroed right in on all of that.

“Other than Bo, the rest of the field is pretty much wide open,” Randy advised Jimmy. Randy was done for the night, having finished up the optional IM set. Randy did well, second out of ten. Aiden also swam IM, coming in one spot behind Randy. “Go get them, hot stuff,” said Randy. He smiled at Jimmy’s tight butt as he walked away.

“Stay solid, keep pace, and watch for the big move,” Jimmy repeated in his mind. Greg’s long distance mantra. “Swim your race,” also rang through his mind. Greg wished Greg was there to watch, to coach him. Once again, Jimmy was nervous. Not sure why, but he was even shaking a little. Part of him just wanted to step off the block and go home. The coward part. Jimmy quickly pushed those thoughts from his mind.

Two hundred meters in, Jimmy was in third place. Bo was out front, as expected. Jimmy was a body behind the guy in lane four. The swimmer in lane two was behind Jimmy, the tips of his hands almost lined up with Jimmy’s peripheral sight. Jimmy flipped at the 250 mark and pushed strong off the wall. “Stay under as long as you can,” raced through his mind, just as it had every other turn. “You go faster under water,” Greg had pounded into his mind. His push was strong, he was now solidly ahead of the fourth place swimmer and nipping the knees of the second place guy, who seemed to be slowing. Jimmy felt his surge rise up, he wanted to take the guy. He could feel himself getting a rush of adrenalin. “Too early,” he told himself. “Easy until 150,” Jimmy strategized in his mind. “Get close, tease him,” his thoughts expanded. Jimmy pushed hard until he was a mere should behind him.

Flip! Two hundred to go. A solid turn and the two swimmers, Jimmy in two and the guy in lane four were now neck and neck. The lane four swimmer was wearing a really colorful Tyr swimsuit with a wild print. It was a new swimsuit, one of the emerging bolder, more colorful briefs coming on the market. Out of the water, the swimsuit looked hot on him. In the water, it was a bright beacon that Jimmy could now see clearly as they swam in a dead lock for second. Bo was so far out front, the race for second was the real race. The coaches watched closely, eyeing the strategy being played out in lanes two and four.

At the final 100, Jimmy had a slight lead, so slight Jimmy actually thought he was behind. He pushed hard off the wall. He had energy to burn left in reserve. One turn left, two lengths to go in the 50 meter pool. The swimmer in four saw Jimmy, too. He was swimming as hard as he could, hoping Jimmy was also at his breaking point. “Reach,” Jimmy told himself as he powered through his strokes. His body was slicing through the water.

“His technique is really good,” said the lady assistant coach.

“Good arm reach, nice rotation,” replied the lead coach. They were both watching Jimmy.

“Let’s see if he makes a move,” the lady coach added.

Jimmy was now a quarter of the way off the wall for his last turn. To his left he could see he was locked with the lane four swimmer, both had stayed in the exact position, both swimming hard. Bo, the lead swimmer had just flipped and was on his way back. Bo was easily three or four seconds ahead, maybe more. The swimmer behind Jimmy and the Tyr guy was two seconds back and not a threat. “This is it,” Jimmy thought. He opted to make his break heading into the turn, he was sure that the other swimmer was planning a break after the turn, Jimmy wanted an edge. Jimmy’s brain sent a signal out to open all reserves. Jimmy felt the surge as he turned on the speed. Suddenly, Jimmy was pulling ahead, catching his competitor by surprise. Jimmy hit the wall a half second ahead, not much of a lead, but enough to push out of the turn in front.

“We have out move,” the coaches said to each other. “Let’s see how they respond to each other,”

“F---,” the Tyr guy thought to himself. He had little left to give. He pushed as hard as he could off the wall. His form started to collapse as he tried to burst speed into his tired body. Jimmy was pulling away. Aiden and Randy watched from the bleacher. It was quite a race. They could see the interest of the coaches. It was clear Jimmy was making a solid winning move.

At 25 meters to go, Jimmy had increased his lead. He was now three quarters of a body ahead and gaining. Jimmy was in a zone. He saw nothing, heard nothing, he was one with the water. His form had suffered a little, but nothing a good coach couldn’t fix. Jimmy had endurance, and he was proving it right now.

Bo hit the wall first, as expected. Jimmy was four seconds back when his outstretched arm made contact. Jeffrey, the guy in the Tyr swimsuit hit the wall slightly less than a second after Jimmy. The rest of the field came in behind. Bo did not respond to Jimmy’s congratulations, as a swimmer he was a bit arrogant and not like the rest. Jimmy reached across to lane four, shaking hands with Jeff. “Nice swim,” Jimmy said.

“Hey, you too. You out kicked me in the end,” Jeff replied. Jimmy had seen Jeff in school, but they never really knew each other. “I didn’t know you swam,” Jeff added.
“Lot’s of potential!” the coach had written next to Jimmy’s name. “Great end move.” she added.

The guys got out of the pool. Jimmy pulled his clinging suit from the front of him. Randy came right over and put his arm around Jimmy. “You kicked butt!” Randy said.

“Thanks,” Jimmy replied. The guys lined up along the bleachers as the coaches finished their notes. They were not sure what was going to happen next or whether they would find out right there.

“Okay guys, great session today. You are all good swimmers, so our job is going to be tough.” The head coach started off. Jimmy had seen him many times at the pool over the Summer. For the first time, Jimmy was part of a post swim team meeting. Jimmy listened intently. “A few bad starts, and a few wrong turns for the strokes you were swimming, but overall a great display of swimming talent.” Coach added. Coach Lisa will go over the next steps. Thanks for coming out and I hope to see you at practice next week.”

“We look at three things when we decide,” Coach Lisa explained. Jimmy thought she was cute. Lisa was the only female swim coach for a guys team in the whole state, a rising star swimmer who just missed the Olympic trials. She was young, not much older than the guys themselves. She was married to her high school sweetheart, who was also a pretty good swimmer himself. “We look at your speed, of course, but that is only part of it. We also look at your technique, how well you do your strokes, and how much potential you have for improvement. Finally, we try to see how much heart you have for the sport. You won’t swim on my team if you don’t love the sport.”

“Well, one out of three isn’t bad,” Jimmy thought to himself.

“We will post the final list on Friday at lunch period. It will be on the coach’s office door. Good luck.”

As the guys all headed to the locker room, Jimmy broke away. He walked over to the coaches and extended his hand. “Thank you for letting me try out,” Jimmy told each of them. “I hope I make the team.” Coach Lisa smiled back at him.

“Thank you , Jimmy, nice job today,” Coach Lisa replied.

17 continued
 

“So walk me through every step,” Greg asked as Jimmy told him about the try outs.

Jimmy replayed each event. He told Greg how he was awful in the breast stroke. “I even messed up the turn.” Jimmy explained. “I started to do a flip turn, the realized I wasn't suppose to so I tried to stop it, but it was too late and I really blew it.” Jimmy said.

"You know those turns, Jimmy," Greg replied. "We practiced all of them."

"Yeah, I know," Jimmy replied. "I guess I just forgot or something."

“So what did you do?” Greg asked.

“I just pushed off the wall and kept going. I did better the second half.”

“Good, Jimmy.” Greg said. “Don’t worry that you screwed up the turn, Happens to all of us once in a while. That you did not give up. Coach saw that. I know he did.” Greg explained.

“I killed the fly!” Jimmy explained. He was all animated telling Greg about his swim. It was his breakout swim.

“You know, Jimmy, I think you did good,” Greg assured him. He did not dwell on the fact that Jimmy missed the breast turn and did the wrong turn on his fly. Both of those were easy fixes. For a guy who had three months of swimming under his belt, and really only a few weeks of serious coaching on swim team skills, he couldn’t expect to remember everything.

“I hope so,” Jimmy replied. He was so excited, he had not even taken his swimsuit off. He rode home from the pool in it and stayed in it all night, now laying on his bed talking to his mentor, big brother, and coach. Greg also modeled to himself in front of the mirror. At least for the day, he could pretend he was a real swimmer. He felt cool in the blue print swimsuit. He'd end up sleeping in it.

“I am really proud of you, Jimmy,” Greg replied. “You said you were going to try out, and you did. Best of all you did awesome, too. No matter what happens.”

Jimmy felt tears well up in his eyes. Greg's compliment meant the world to him.

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“Hey coach, It’s Greg,” Greg opened the call with. “How did Jimmy do at tryouts?”

“He has lots of potential, Greg,” Coach explained. “He swam some stuff really well, but he also made some errors that were sort of basic,”

“I don’t want to influence your decision, I mean if Jimmy gets on the team, it has to be because he did it.” Greg replied. “But keep in mind this kid has swam for only the Summer.”

“Yeah, I know, Greg,” Coach replied. “I remember the skinny kid in baggy blue shorts.” There was a pause. “You know what I really liked was he never gave up. He swam as hard as he could even when he was losing.” Coach added.

“So, Coach, has he got a shot?” Greg asked.

“Greg, you know I can’t say right now, but let me put it this way, did you ever think you had a shot at the Gamecocks? Anything is possible."

“Thanks, Coach.” Greg replied.