Drained by the Swim Team

The sound of a coach’s whistle echoes throughout the cavernous chamber.

I look forward, poking my head up above the water. My eyes sting as I struggle to make out the image of guys climbing out of the indoor pool.

This is the swim team tryout race, and I’m the only one still swimming. I’ve come in last place.

“Sorry, Sam. This isn’t going to cut it.” The middle-aged coach looks down at me as I finally arrive at the finish line.

“I understand…” I struggle to pull myself from the pool as my chest heaves. It feels like my heart is going to explode from exhaustion.

“Maybe next year you can make the team if you train hard. Now go shower off.” He waves a hand to dismiss me.

Hanging my head in shame, I shuffle toward the locker room and showers. This is my freshman year at university, and my dream was to join the swim team. Looking at it now though, it was a silly goal. I enjoy swimming casually, but I’m overweight and don’t have any real experience doing it competitively. I’m nothing like the other guys here. They’re tall, lean, and confident machines. Their muscular bodies cut through the water like knives. My flabby frame just floats on the surface.

I look down at my pudgy stomach as it jiggles with each step. I feel embarrassed. My love handles are hanging down over my speedo.

“Hey, man! Good try today!” A tall swimmer jock pats me on the back as I enter the locker room.

His light green eyes sparkle as his glossy black hair shines in the dim light. He’s got the same ripped, sinewy physique as the rest of them. I can’t help but glance down and notice the deeply ridged abs leading into his speedo. He’s got a full, powerful bulge that puts mine to shame.

“T-thanks.” I awkwardly avert my eyes as I feel my cheeks blush.

“What’s your name? I’m Grant!” He smiles down at me.

“I-I’m Sam.”

“Yooooo, Tubby! Maybe next year!” Another swimmer steps in and gives my ass a playful slap.

“Knock it off, Mike.” Grant flashes the newcomer a dirty look.

Mike has sandy blond hair and eyes bluer than the sky. His face is sharp and vulpine, and his smile possesses a vague, unsettling aura. It’s like there’s a level of aggression bubbling behind that smirk, just waiting to be released. On his tan cheeks, a light smattering of dark freckles is visible, giving him the appearance of a surfer boy who was raised by the ocean. It’s no surprise I lost the race to a guy like this…

“Oh, c’mon. Why are you even talking to this guy? He’s never gonna be on the team.” Mike rolls his eyes. “I mean, look at this.”

He grabs one of my love handles and squeezes.

I recoil slightly, but I feel something strange as his fingertips touch my skin. It’s like an electric current rushes through his body and into mine.

As his sharp blue eyes leer down at me, I gaze up with a terrified, defenseless expression…but it’s not unpleasant. Quite the opposite—part of me likes this. I want this blond speedo jock to like me…

I grab his wrist and pull it away from my body, feeling the tightness of his muscular forearms.

“H-hey, knock it off!” My voice shakes.

“Woah, sorry bro. Guess you have some balls on you after all.” He smirks. “And it looks like you’ve got something else down there too.”

I lower my eyes toward my bulge and see an absolutely horrifying sight.

I’m getting hard.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

Of all the inopportune times to get a boner, this has got to be the worst. Maybe it’s for the best that I failed the tryouts. I’m never gonna be able to show my face around these guys after this.

“You’re happy to be here, aren’t you?” Mike stifles a laugh while he stares at my dick. “It’s making a tent. It looks like a little shark fin!”

I let go of his arm and push past Grant as I move toward my locker. I try my best to stare forward and ignore the curious eyes of the college swim jocks, but it’s no use. My face is absolutely on fire, and I can feel myself sweating with anxiety.

I pull off my speedo, allowing my shameful boner to pop free and sway from side to side. A snicker rings out from across the room, and I look at the ground in shame. I can practically feel their eyes combing up and down the shaft of my penis as I step into the group shower and lather up.

But perhaps I’m being too self-conscious. The other guys chat amongst themselves while I clean myself off, and they don’t seem to pay much attention to me. Maybe this isn’t so bad after all.

Still though, I feel a bit confused. Why did I get hard when that guy touched me? Why did I get hard when he made fun of me? I’ve never experienced anything like that before, and I’m definitely not gay. I’ve always been into girls—even if I’ve never actually had a girlfriend before. I’m still a virgin, but I’m sure pussy is what I want. There’s no way I could be into guys.

That said, I do feel a certain level of admiration for these guys. If only I could be strong, fit, and confident like them…

I stare in awe as the water runs down their shredded, hard bodies. It flows like a river over a rocky streambed, tumbling down onto their long, flaccid cocks. I’m the only one hard in here, and my cock is still smaller than theirs. Goddamn…these guys are incredible. I feel embarrassed even being in their presence. I shouldn’t have come here today.

My eyes glaze over slightly as I listen to them speak. Their deep, gravelly voices call out, sending powerful soundwaves vibrating through the air. The sound is hypnotic. Like a siren’s song at sea, it calls out to me, placing me into a sort of sleepy trance. My heart thunders in my chest as I look at their defined abs and tight, erect nipples. Their cocks sway between their legs with a sort of otherworldly heaviness, coaxing my eyes to linger. I feel like I’m drowning in their strength. Simply being near them like this is overpowering. I’m so weak…

These athletes are everything I’m not. They’re mesmerizing. I can’t help but wonder if they have girlfriends. They’re classic college jocks. They’ve gotta be swimming in more than just the pool…they’re swimming in pussy.

I rub soap onto my body, tracing my hands down my soft flesh. I make a fist around my hard dick, scrubbing it with soap and gently masturbating myself. I steal another glance at their dicks and imagine how many pussies they’ve fucked. I bet girls just get on the ground for these guys and beg to be bred. I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire team shared slutty sorority girls after winning at swim meets. Fuck, I’d love to be a part of that. Imagine sliding your horny cock in a used pussy, feeling your swim bro’s hot cum against your skin, lubricating that dirty hole.

I release my cock before anyone notices me touching myself. I’ve gotta be careful here. I definitely don’t want these guys to think even less of me than they already do.

Taking a deep breath, I clear my mind and rinse my body, allowing the hot water to calm my nerves. I wish I could be a part of the team, but it’ll never happen. It’s an unattainable dream.

I step back into the locker room and begin drying off as my dick finally begins deflating.

“Hey, don’t take Mike too seriously. He’s kind of an asshole.” Grant walks toward me.

“T-thanks, man.” I give him a weak smile.

“It’s rare for freshmen to make it onto the swim team. Most guys here are upperclassmen, so don’t feel too discouraged. Keep practicing!” A grin spreads across his face.

“Alright! I won’t give up.”

“So, what’re you majoring in? I’m in my third year of a physics degree.” He begins getting dressed beside me.

“I’m not sure yet. I’m still figuring things out.” I feel myself blushing again as I slip my clothes on.

“No worries—I was the same way. This is a time for you to experience new things and learn about yourself! You’ll pick a degree when the time is right.”

“Yeah, that’s good advice.” I look up into his light green eyes as we exit the locker room. “What do you want to do after graduation?”

“I’ll probably go to grad school. I still haven’t decided what I want the end goal to be…so I guess we have that in common!”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I let out a small laugh.