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06-08-2013, 01:45 PM
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Coach's Rant....
“Zachary, you got way more in you than that,” coach yelled as Zach finished a 200 IM. “Darn it kid, you need to kick ass more.”
“I know coach, I know” Zach said, his head down. “Alright, then. Get in the next lane and swim nice and slow. Loosen up and let’s try this again. Get mad, Zachary, get mad.” “You can do this, dude,” I whispered as he slipped past me. “Okay Ryan, let me see what you can do…” coach turned his attention to me. “Out of the pool and on the blocks. Let’s push a 200 IM and see what you got.” I reluctantly pulled my butt out of the pool, tugged the front of my suit to end the cling that outlined my anatomy like plastic wrap on a hot dog. I climbed on the blocks and prepared to start. “Give me what you got,” Coach said as he tapped me on the butt. He called the starting calls and off the block I went. I caught glimpse of Zach swimming in the lane next to me as I blew past him on the fly, my arms were working hard and I could feel the energy of the pull as I glided into a strong flip and pressed off the wall. “One more length to go” I thought as I tried to kick hard into the wall. I quickly did my transition turn to the back, a turn that cost me precious time in past meets. Coaches drills went through my head. If fly was my strong stroke, back was my weakest. I reach long on my arm rotations and pressed hard as I pulled my body through the water. “Stay long and lean” I thought. “Back is like a ballet,” coach would say, “the smoothest and most graceful win.” I felt good as I came into the wall on the last of the legs, the free. Zach was standing at the end watching. I really pushed as hard as I could. It wasn’t a meet, but I was working it like one. Coach rattled out my time and held up a white board with my splits. “Good not great,” he said. “See these times, what are the areas you need to work on Ryan? He turned and leaned the board against the starting block. “Thinks about it,” he ended. “What the fu-k is his problem?” Zach said to me. “He must not have been laid recently!” “I think he is just pushing us to stay focused these last few weeks. And, you know we need to.” I answered. “Yeah,” Zach replied. “I guess so.” We swam our cool down. _______________________________ We both got out of the pool at the end of practice and went to the locker room. Because coach held us late to pound on us, we were the only two guys in the locker. We ended up sitting on the benches across from each other, enjoying the quiet locker room. Neither of us had a class for a couple of hours, so our time alone turned into a real deep conversation about swimming. “We got to really push hard these last few weeks,” I said to Zach. “We need to leave a mark that won’t be broke.” Zach listened quietly as I droned. He had laid back on the bench with his hands under his head. I have to admit, he looked hot, his wet suit clinging to him. There were times when Zach would really turn me on in an erotic way and this moment was one of them. He just looked so amazing as he laid there. I wish I had a camera, because it was a great candid shot. “Ever thought of trying out for the Olympics?” Zach finally responded. “I mean I know you don’t just say you are going to do it, but what if we could?” “Dude, know I know that suit is on too tight, there is no way we would ever get on the Olympic swim team.” “Man, there you are, being the practical guy,” Zach replied sarcastically. “I know we won’t make the team, but we’d get more swim time together and we could frame the rejection letter.” I must have been giving him this weird look because he stopped at looked at me. “Rye, just think about it for a second.” “I’m totally lost,” I said as I adjusted the fit of my suit. Watching Zach lying there was making the fit of my suit a bit tight, well maybe a lot tight. “Everyone can say they were not in the Olympics, right?” Zach explained. “But how many can say they got rejected? That would be so cool, we’d be part of an elite few, and we‘d get to meet all those awesome swimmers. It is a win-win in my book” I was smirking at Zach. “You know, as strange as some of your ideas are, Zachary, you do sometimes make sense.” I laughed. “And, who knows, you might meet the guy of your dreams. An Olympic swimmer,” Zach added. “I am sure they are not all straight.” We carried on about the Olympics for several minutes. Zach even got up and did his version of the Olympic podium stance. “Imagine standing there in your swimsuit posing for the world as they wrap the gold medal around your neck.” Zach carried on. “Dude, I don’t think they wear their suits for the awards ceremony.” I answered. “Well, I sure would. I want to be on the cover of Sports Illustrated head to toe in my USA Swimsuit” Zach replied. “And I would make sure it looked amazing.!” Zach added with emphasis. I laughed as Zach adjusted himself as he said that, showing what he would emphasize. “You would never take you suit off,” Zach said to me as I laughed at him. “You’d put it on and wear it on the plane over, at the opening ceremony,..” Zach trailed off laughing. __________________________________ “Zach, do you ever look at a guy in a swim brief at a meet or anywhere and think he is cute or hot or whatever?” I asked Zach as our conversation shifted back to more to deep discussion. “Well, I think your hot looking,” Zach said back without missing a beat. I knew that he did not mean it as a come on, but he was being sweet. “Us excluded,” I replied. “Truth,” Zach replied. “Yeah, I have looked at a few guys and thought they were hot. Not like I wanted to have sex with them, but that I thought they were really handsome. Seriously, I look at you and I think you are really handsome.” “Dude, stop saying that, you are making me hard,” I replied. “But seriously, have you ever gotten turned on by seeing some really hot looking well built guy swimmer?” “You mean like did I get hard?” Zach replied. “Yeah at least one time I did. Remember our sophomore year at the championship when I told you about that one guy that I thought was amazing?” “Oh yeah,” I replied. “wasn’t his name Austin or something like that from State?” “Yeah, exactly!” Zach replied with excitement. “Well, when we were watching him, and I never told you this, I started to feel myself getting all hard and sh-t. He was so amazing looking.” “Wow, Zach, that’s really cool. I bet it was your masculinity responding to him.” I said. “Maybe,” Zach replied. “Any way after you left to swim your race, I was there alone and watching him as he prepared for his event,” Zach paused and he was getting all blush in the face. “Well, I ended up getting totally hard.” “I never knew that,” I replied. “So, Zach, since we are all deep in true confessions…” Zach shifted the subject, again. To be continued...... 
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06-14-2013, 11:37 PM
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Another awesome story coming forward. Keet it up!!!
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#6
06-15-2013, 01:35 PM
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Florida Beach....
“Remember that Florida trip when Coach gave us the free afternoon at the beach?” I asked Zach.
“Oh man,“ Zach replied, “I almost for got that trip. That was so cool.” We had a huge swim meet down at a school in Florida. The day after the meet, the men’s and women’s coaches from our teams arranged for the bus to take all of us to the beach for four hours of fun in the sun. It was an unplanned surprise. Zach and I were both Freshman on the team, our coach was new to the program and he thought it would be a great way for the new team to bond. The best part was because none of us knew about the beach day, most of the guys had not packed their regular swim shorts. The only rule coach had was that we could not wear our meet race suits, but we could wear our team practice suits. “Remember all the guys who freaked out because they had no shorts to wear,” I asked Zach. “That was so funny. Especially when a few of them said they were going to wear their boxers over their suits.” Zach replied. “I know, we were like that is going to look so stupid.” Zach and I laughed. “And it really did” The bus pulled up to a parking area near the beach at a hotel that agreed to let us park there. Zach and I, along with a few others, shed our team Nylon wind pants. I remember it really well. Most of the guys had on one of the official team practice suits. Zach had on a green print Speedo that really stood out against the sea of burgundy and gold suits. He looked amazing in it. I had a orange print Speedo that looked awesome and fit me great. It was a really wild and bold print. I loved that suit and still have it. But for two other guys, we were the only ones in different suits than the team suit. Only two guys had board shorts on. About six of the guys were so freaked out at wearing their practice suits on the beach that they kept on their pants and went into the hotel to see if they could buy shorts. One of the senior swimmers, Timothy, had on an amazing purple print suit that looked awesome, as did he. We all left our stuff on the bus and piled out to head to the beach. The ladies team pulled in behind us and they were getting out, too. Most of them were like us, wearing team practice suits. It always made me chuckle that in swimming the ladies suits covered so much more of them while the guys suits were so small. I liked that. “Remember Jennifer?” Zach asked. I looked at him puzzled for a second, but then it came to me. “Oh my god, yes, the red string bikini! I thought all the guys were gonna freak out.” I replied. Jennifer was a senior and as Zach would describer her, she was hotter than the sun. She was a really cute girl and she looked stunning in that tiny little suit. “I bet half the dudes got a boner right there!” Zach added. “She knew it, too.” “Yeah, I remember you were all crazy about here.” I replied. “I thought we’d have to hose some of you down. I even thought she looked cute.” “Wow, you liked Jennifer in her bikini.” Zach replied. “Dude there must be one straight bone in your body..” Zach teased me. “Don’t get all excited, dude, I replied. “It’s not like that, I just liked that she wore a tiny red bikini. It‘s not all you guys getting all sex crazy. I was more into watching Tim” Zach stood up and wrapped his hands around my waist in a playful tackle. “Ryan’s got a bikini thing..” he teased me. The two of us roughhoused with each other over that for several minutes. “Seriously Dude, I finally broke our play. I really was more into watching Tim.” “Tim, really? The senior…” Zach replied. “Yeah, I remember that awesome purple Nike suit he had on and how hot he looked in it. Plus he was so cool looking in it. Unlike all the other guys who were afraid to wear their Speedos on the beach, he just bounded off the bus.” I was getting all aroused telling Zach the story, which he picked right up on. “Dude, don’t get all hard on me.” Zach replied pointing at my bulge. “So, my true confession…” I said to Zach. “I got so turned on by Tim that day I actually lost it on the beach.” “Wow, you never told me that,” Zach replied. I guess I never did, not sure why. “It happened while I was watching him hang out with all you guys. I got all turned on. I rolled on my stomach to hide it, but I kept getting all aroused. I think the tightness of the sand pressing against me and all made me more turned on, all of sudden I felt myself start to get rock hard and I could not stop.” “Wow, Rye, what did you do?” Zach asked. “Well, a lot of time in the ocean after,” I said. “Now I remember, you did go hang out in the waves for a long time,” Zach laughed. “I just thought you were goofing around.” “Well, I kind of was…” I smirked. “It was really fun when all of you came out there and we were all trying to body surf.” “That was such a cool day, “ Zach said. We both started to change. We had spent almost an hour in that locker room hanging out. It was an awesome time together. “Starting now,” Zach announced, “We kick ass like never before!” “Deal.” I replied. We shook and hugged on it. Tomorrow was going to be an amazing day. Our final senior run was about to begin.
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