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I’d arrived at training on time. It was unusual but there was no one else from my team there. It was 4 a.m. but light enough to see. Other teams were already in the water and had been there for what seemed a while. Our team meeting time was 4 a.m. and usually it was only Col who was forever late. It was a cool morning with a light southeaster blowing through the only building on the beach. You had to gain a position between the walls to stop becoming colder. I stood in front of the closed shed awaiting my teammates. Although it was cold I stripped down to my training jumper and Speedos. I was there and I was ready. The swimming coach was already barking orders to his charges as they swam and ran, in and out of the water, ignoring the blustery conditions. I looked to the car park and noticed a late arrival of one of his young guns. It was Sheldon and by his face he didn’t look to be a happy camper. I could look at Sheldon all day, every day. He was so girlie! He had dark brown shoulder-length hair with blonde streaks. He had a pretty face – not a rap for a young guy but without doubt, he could easily pass as a girl. I’d seen him wearing his Speedos – a typical swimmer – he wore size 10 when he would be more comfortable in a size 16. He wore his cock straight up and its outline was clearly visible. It wasn’t big by any means but it was one of his few features that distinguished him as male. The waistline of his swimmers was extremely low-cut and his pubic hair could be seen gracing its opening. A trail of darkened hair crept toward his navel. It was easily seen against his white skin, as could his armpit hair. Unlike his lower body, his face was baby-bum smooth. His voice was high and sounded like a girl. His actions were very girl-like, yet no one ever paid out on him. Sheldon was wearing a jumper, black truck-suit pants and sheepskin ugg boots as he strode past my position. I chuckled to myself, hearing him talking to himself. “Fuckin’ this… fuckin’ that…” He was complaining about the early start, being late, the cold air and anything else that happened to enter his mind. I blew some warm air into my cupped hands as I acknowledged his presence. He tried to smile in return but could only manage a small lift of the corners of his mouth as he continued to diss his obvious reluctance of being here. I watched as he discarded his jumper and pants but leaving his boots on. I couldn’t help but notice as he took the swimmers cord in both hands and tried to tie a knot and bow in them. His cock had grown to an unusual length and couldn’t be kept flat inside the skimpy covering. Finally he gave up and he dropped the cord, allowing it to dangle each side of his elongated dick. He looked over at me and caught me staring at him. Again he mumbled something. He sat down on a plastic chair and took his boots off. His warm tender feet hit the cold concrete and more swearing was sounded. The old coach bellowed to his young charge to get a move on. Sheldon waved him away and more swearing was heard. He was sitting on the chair with his hands clasped in a praying position, his forearms held closely over his chest trying to maintain his warm body temperature. I could only assume what was going through his mind as I looked at this poor kid that was about to endure shock treatment by diving into what seemed icy conditions of the sea. Looking below his arms I could see a rounded point inside his swimmers. He obviously still had his wake-up fat and unless he took a piss, there was no way that he’d lose that! “Bit cold, Sheldon?” I called to him. “I’m fuckin’ freezin’!” he replied. I smiled. He stood. Again he tried to do up his cord but his seated position only accentuated the rise of his tool. It now hooked itself under the hem of his waistline, causing it to bulge like a banana. He pulled the waistline open and tried to capture his cock against his body, inside his swimmers. At that angle there was no way on God’s earth was that thing going to fit inside – his cock was too long or his swimmers were too narrow! Again he dropped the cord and maintained his prayer position. There was nothing else to look at. That was why I was staring at him. Somehow I think that licking my lips wasn’t the best thing that I could do but here was a sexy young guy with an absolute boner standing only four metres from me. His profile depicted my fantasies. I guess Sheldon thought that the best form of defense was attack. He walked toward me, his dick still pointing upwards between both ends of his cord. The outward angle opened the top of his swimmers. I could see straight down inside them as he stood in front of me. “It’s so-o-o-o f-f-f-uckin’ -n-n c-c-c-o-o-o-ld!” he stammered. “Oh, you poor little thing!” I replied in my best receptive way. “I don’t wanna get in this morning!” he said. I placed my hand on his left arm, just below the shoulder. “Goose bumps!” as I gave his arm a slight rub. His skin was warming to my hands. Apart from the miniscule lumps caused by the cold air on his arms and legs, his skin was velvet-smooth. His eyes closed as he bowed his head, freely accepting my appreciative rub. With his eyes away from mine, I glanced downwards. I could easily see his erect cock within his swimmers. This sight caused mine to harden but mine was pointing downward and wasn’t as obvious as Sheldon’s. His cock wasn’t huge but it was stiff. His cut head was squashed inside the hem but the shaft was easily seen between his wiry pubes. I wanted to say something about it but decided not to break the situation. I was still rubbing his upper-arm as he lifted his head. His brown eyes met mine. He smiled, then turned but didn’t change the proximity of me to him. As I moved in behind him I raised both hands to his biceps and briskly rubbed both of them, trying to encapsulate the warmth against his body. Slowly he lowered his arms, still accepting my rubbing but almost covering the front of his swimmers. “How’s that?” “Nice!” he replied. “But don’t stop!” I continued rubbing his arms, slowly massaging down to his forearms before returning to his muscular upper arms. At one stage one of my hands slipped off his arms and hit his torso. Instinctively, Sheldon lifted his elbows away from his body inviting me to rub his upper body. I took the invitation with glee. I continued rubbing his body. I could feel his ribs beneath my hands. His skin was so warm and youthful. My cock started bobbing its way straight out in front of me. I felt Sheldon’s arms closing against his body, almost bringing my hands around to his front. I continued my rubbing but slowed as it warranted. His upper-arms directed my hands towards his chest and nipples. As my fingers circled each nipple I felt him shuffle backward so that his back made contact with my front. His back seemed warm against me but it was a pleasurable experience and I could feel my cock beginning to pulsate. Nylon against nylon, the front of my swimmers pushed against the butt of Sheldon. I felt the individual cheeks against my rigid cock. He wasn’t making a move away from me – in fact it was quite the opposite. It seemed that he was pushing his arse against my cock. My hands continued traversing his front. Slowly but surely they made a beeline for his pelvic region. I decided not to go inside, for fear of rejection but that didn’t stop me rubbing the front of his nylon, creeping up on both sides of his stiff cock. “How’s that?” “Nice!” he replied. “But don’t stop!” The top and middle of his back was meekly rubbing against my chest. As his lower back pushed against my tummy I again felt his arse pushing against my pelvis. My cock was rigid as I felt his butt against my shaft. “Something feels hard down there!” he moaned as his long hair brushed against my throat and shoulders. I put my entire hand over his front, cupping them around his balls as well. “And that’s not?” Suddenly he buckled, taking his groin away from my feel. He stepped away from me, clearly embarrassed that his obvious hard-on had been detected. He half-smiled as he tried to cover himself. As he backed away, the old coach yelled again. Sheldon broke into a half-trot and half-ran down the beach towards him. I watched as he again tempted to do up his swimmers cord. Instead of heading towards his coach he ran straight into the water. After he dived under the first wave, he surfaced and completed his task on the cord. Following orders from the old man, Sheldon disappeared from my sight, constantly ducking under the white-water and swimming freely until he joined his seal-like friends. He became one of the many heads treading water beyond the break. I watched, placing my hand under my swimmers and giving my hardened cock a complete tug. I think that I was about to do a job on myself but was interrupted by the melodic beeping of my mobile phone. Answering its call, my hard-on abated. It was one of my teammates, phoning to cancel the morning’s training due to his absence from town. He was inter-state on business. He’d rung the others last night but said he was unable to get me, hence this morning’s call. I accepted his excuse. Hanging up, I watched the swimmers as I thought about my previous encounter with Sheldon. Did I think there was more to it than what actually happened? I was unsure how he felt. I mean he was rock-hard. It did feel nice, though, his body against mine. I probably felt a bit guilty, but deep down I was glad that it happened. I decided on a beach run, considering our formal training was cancelled. As I reached the distant breakwater wall, clearly out of breath, I looked seaward and watch the golden sun break the serenity of the clearing sky. Everything looked peaceful so I took a few moments for the sun to rise above the horizon. As I jogged back I replayed my encounter with the swimmer in my mind. Halfway back I stopped and did a regimen of stretching and exercises. Reaching my starting point I headed for the water. The early morning old guys had arrived during my run and soon I was enjoying a swim with them. After catching four or five waves I left the water. Time certainly flies in the early morning. By the time I reached my towel, I checked my watch: it was nearly 6 a.m. I took a seat on a plastic chair and watched the swimming squad one by one catch a wave to shore and file past me to the showers. Only Sheldon was to come. Finally he too, left the water. His teammates had already showered and gone home as he walked past me, still swearing to himself. “Wassup?” I asked. “Fuckin’ ol’ cunt!” he mumbled. “Fuckin’ held me back ‘cause I was late. Fuckin’ ol’ cunt!” Really I just wanted to see him in the flesh again before I left for home. I watched his bubbled-butt disappear around the corner. Considering that that was all I was going to see, I headed to the shed front and started collecting my gear. I was about to leave when a water-drenched face appeared around the corner. “I thought you might have been waiting for me!” He spoke with a soft voice almost pleading for something that I was unaware of. “Do you want to share a shower with me?” This was certainly an unusual invitation especially to another guy but considering what we’d both previously shared I didn’t need a second request. My face lit up as I took my gear with me and headed in his direction. I was about to enter the shower-room. “Why don’t we use the upstairs showers?” he said. The upstairs showers were rarely used. They were built to accommodate the whining females but since they normally use the outside shower, the purpose-built ones had become a white elephant. I followed Sheldon’s cute butt up the stairs. As he entered the small room in the corner of the clubhouse, he placed his gear on the slatted seats and headed for the showering area. I did likewise but being a little behind I took a bit more care, hanging my towel on a hook on the wall and placing my change of clothes under it. By the time I walked into the shower room, Sheldon had the long shower curtain unfurled, which was blocking the view to the three combined showers. I fought for the end of the curtain and stepped over the raised edge to the inside. Sheldon had taken the last shower and was facing the wall as he adjusted the stream to his required temperature. Seeing my entry, he reached to the rose beside him and turned the water on so as to indicate exactly where he wanted me to go – right beside him. I thanked him for his thoughtful gesture and I continued the adjustment. Soon both showers were powering at equal temperature and we were underneath the cascading water. I watched as he positioned his head under the full extent of the water. His wavy hair had straightened and was hanging straggly over his shoulders. I looked towards his groin. The streaming water was being parted as it slid past his upward positioned cock. It appeared that he was again slightly hard. I wasn’t but after watching him so was mine. He undid that troublesome cord and, placing his thumbs inside, he pulled the nylon away from his body. I could only watch. As his head was still under the streaming water I took a closer inspection. Again I could see his entire cock. It had stiffened dramatically. His pubes were stretched either side of its base. How I wanted to take hold of this youthful hunk of meat but watching at this stage was sufficient. I didn’t want him to run away again at the thought of me feeling his hard-on. I quarter-turned and stood facing him. As he bent backwards, taking his head away from the main stream, he withdrew his hands from his swimmers and slicked his hair away from the front of his face to straight over the back of his head. Now he looked more and more like a girl – a look that turned me on even more. Before he opened his eyes, I undid my cord and pushed my swimmers to my knees, revealing my semi-erect cock. As my head went under the stream I closed my eyes, enjoying the heat of the water through my hair, face and body. I decided that I’d give Sheldon the first move or make the first comment, considering my earlier move on him and that it may have been an incorrect signal. I could only picture in my mind what my body must look like with my dick pointing toward him. With water pouring over my eyes I opened one eye, checking him out. He had dropped his Speedos to the floor and was standing naked beside me, his cock fully erect, pointing at a forty-five degree angle towards the ceiling. He stood beside me staring at my dick. As his head lifted towards mine, I quickly shut my eye again pretending that it had been closed all the time. “Horny, eh?” he said. “Sorry?” I replied, taking my head away from the stream, allowing the water to fall directly on my shoulders. I wiped my eyes and looked at his cheesy grin. He was staring straight into my eyes. “I said, you must be horny!” he repeated. “Why?” An obvious dumb line considering my cock was now at full stretch, a good thick five and a half inches, pointing directly at him. He looked down at my dick before returning his face to mine. “Oh, I just guessed!” He turned and faced me, his cock still pointing upwards about the same length as mine but certainly not the thickness. We both looked at each other’s, before returning our stares to each other’s face. His cheeky smile equaled mine. He wrapped his fingers around my throbbing tool. “Fuck that’s hard!” “What do you expect, seeing your gorgeous body naked beside me?” We both stepped slightly away from the direct stream of the water. I took hold of his, cupping my hands downward over it allowing the tips of my fingers to play with his loose balls before returning to gripping the full shaft of his elongated prick. No words were spoken but soon it was I crouching before him taking him into my mouth. As I tongued his tool he pulled my head into his groin. I’d waited a long time for this and nothing was going to stop my enjoyment right now. I must’ve sucked on him for a good while as he rocked his pelvis back and forth into my mouth. Soon I stood and gave my stiff cock back to his hand. Coming further away from the shower, he crouched and took my cock into his mouth. Heavenly bliss could only be the words that came to mind as he sucked and slurped. “What’s going on here?” a voice from the next shower space said. It was Ryan. Ryan was my straight mate with whom I’d had a sucking session with only two weeks ago. “Don’t mind me. I’ll only watch!” he sniggered. During our exploration of each other, neither of us heard Ryan enter the shower room or get behind the curtain. Poor Sheldon nearly choked with embarrassment. He quickly backed off my dick and stood turning away from me, now facing the opposing wall. “Don’t stop, Sheldon! I was enjoying the perve!” Ryan stood in front of the shower with no water running from it. His Speedos were on the floor and his hand was gripped tightly around his hooded cock as he slowly stroked himself gaining speed with each stroke. “I’ve got to have a quick pull before work. You guys made me so horny!” Ryan just stood in front of us and masturbated. His cock has always mesmerized me. I just didn’t think he’d be so forward in wanking himself in front of an audience. “How long have you been there?” I asked. Sheldon was still turned away. I didn’t want to lose him at this critical time. “Long enough for a good perve and half a pull. Do something together, will you? I want to finish my tug!” I leant forward and stroked Sheldon’s arse. Slowly he turned back. His cock hadn’t receded so I took it back in my hands. Turning him back to face me I returned to sucking him. I felt Ryan’s smooth legs at my back. As I sucked, trying to relieve Sheldon of his self-consciousness, I felt his body alter its position. He had leant over and was feeling Ryan’s long dick. So as not to interrupt either of them, I just stood and gave both of them a feel. Soon Ryan’s hand was playing with Sheldon’s cock. I was content to massage both sets of balls. It wasn’t long before Ryan had backed away and was stroking himself with quick tugs, eager to blow as soon as he could. And he did…all over the shower curtain. As quickly as he entered the showers, he disappeared equally as quick, saying, “Thank you and I hope you two get it off together!” “Do you want me to blow you?” I asked Sheldon, still stroking his beautiful dick. “I take it that you and Ryan have done it before!” “Yeah, once. But I’ve never seen him do that before!” “Fuck he’s got a big dick!” “I know.” “Have you two ever…you know…fucked?” “Once…and yes, he has got a big dick! But he’s always told me that he’s straight so that really surprised me!” “I’m getting close!” Sheldon interrupted me. “You’re getting close! I nearly came before you went training!” “Yeah so did I! Sorry about that! I got a bit paranoid!” After another quick suck each we finally pulled each other off. Sheldon’s cock was beautiful as his cum joined Ryan’s over the shower curtain. I was more discreet. I blew in the direction of the floor waste and it disappeared quickly. We had to rinse the curtain so no telltale marks were visible. Getting out of the shower we dried and dressed. Sheldon wasn’t wearing anything under his tracksuit pants and his still stiff cock pointed its way to the front. “Can I get with you again?” Sheldon asked. “I really enjoyed that!” “I’d be pissed if we didn’t!” Before we left the shower-room, we hugged and kissed. The kiss almost equaled the suck. His stiff cock poking into my groin was a reminder of just how good that dick felt in my mouth. Both of my hands grabbed his butt as our tongues slid over each other. I hoped our next meeting I could get a decent feel of his smooth butt. Just like he was, I was rock-hard again, so before Sheldon tore out of the room, he slid a hand around my cock giving it a final inspection before he put his lips over my quivering head. As he left, I returned to the showers, needing to ejaculate again before leaving for work. Oh, what a memory!