Re: Swim Meet
Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2025 7:42 am
by Buckaroo
TeenFan wrote: Tue Feb 18, 2025 12:42 am
Another thing swim team members do, before swimming the group does stretches. Sometimes they also do exercises to strengthen the
muscles. I worked at a pool that had a weight lifting bench in one corner. The High School boys and girls doing the bench press is quite
the sight.
As I mentioned at the beginning, I have no knowledge of swim meets, etc. I had a hunch that stretching and other exercises were more important before they swam, but it didn't fit the story. I had to change the proper sequence to fit the story. Sorry.
One thing I hate about writing stories in pieces is that later on I realize that I need a high diving board that I didn't set up earlier. I now have to write it in as if the high dive was always there.
It'll be great, I promise.
Please keep those words of encouragement coming. It motivates me to write more.
Re: Swim Meet
Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2025 4:00 pm
by Themarble
Loving this story, the ominous threat of losing his swimsuit meaning he'd have to be without, for how long? For ever? Already going through the throes of sexual tension, if he were naked, he'd surely have a boner. It'd be like a dolphin fin as he swam! Keep it up Buckaroo!!!
Re: Swim Meet
Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2025 9:43 pm
by Buckaroo
As soon as group one climbed out of the pool and was headed back, coach told us to get on our mounts. I stood from sitting on my bench and with my penis flopping side to side, I walked over to the mount and climbed up onto it. I stood upright for a couple seconds, and then got into my diving position. As soon as she blew the whistle, I dove into the water, and swam as hard as I could. The pleasure my penis felt in the water flow was great, but nothing compared to when my penis was bouncing off my thighs. As I reached the end of the pool, and swam over to the ladder, I secured my penis, this time much higher so that it was totally under the 1” elastic band around my waist [actually, hip]. I double checked and even adjusted it slightly higher under the elastic band. I was sure this would keep it from slipping out at my leg opening again.
As soon as the girl in front of me climbed up the ladder, I climbed up and as I reached the top step, and before I stepped out onto the deck, I glanced down to see if everything was okay with my penis. I noticed it was way above the elastic band. My penis was centered on the top edge of the waist band almost all the way around and was showing a lot more over the top of the band. I put it too high. It’s not as bad as walking with my penis completely hanging out, but with the exception of my penis head tucked into the back panel, almost all the way around me they will be able to see the top half of my penis in plain sight. Next time I need to be more careful.
I stepped out onto the deck and as I walked back, I glanced down to my left side and everything seemed to be okay. After only ten feet, I started to feel a slight movement from my penis. I wasn’t sure, so I looked over and from my viewpoint looking down, I couldn’t see the elastic waist band along the side. The elastic waist band had slipped down a little exposing slightly more of the side of my penis, but I didn’t think it would be a problem since my penis head was still tucked in the swimsuit back panel. After four or five more steps, I glanced down again and noticed that my penis was wobbling slightly and I realized that from almost an inch from the front and all along the side of my swimsuit, my penis had completely slipped up above the elastic band, and was resting on the top of the elastic waist band. The front of my penis was still behind the waist band and my penis head was still securely tucked into the swimsuit back panel, but almost all of my penis was totally exposed along the side. I was getting a little nervous because of the wobbling.
I hadn’t even gotten one third of the pool length back and I looked back and watched as the head of my penis kept slipping out so slightly until I could see almost half of my penis head exposed and then, while watching, it slipped out and swung down and over to the right side and waving side to side in front of me. The swimsuit elastic band in front, was holding it up in an arc, keeping my penis from hitting my thighs. For the next three or four steps my penis just swung side to side hanging over the elastic band.
I then started to feel the head of my penis bounce off my thigh, the weight of my penis forced the elastic band down slightly. Each step I took, the weight of my penis forced the elastic band to slip down farther and farther until my penis hung freely and bounced back and forth off my thighs. My penis started to feel the sexual pleasure of smacking against my thighs and bouncing straight out before falling back down to the opposite thigh. I hadn’t even reached the half way point of the pool and the sexual pleasure was building.
On top of the sexual pleasure my penis was feeling from smacking against my thighs, there was another emotional sexual pleasure I started feeling that I didn’t understand. I believe I noticed it very slightly the last walk back to my bench, but I wasn’t sure what it was all about. With both sexual pleasures going on, my mind started to go into a blur.
[ What I didn’t know, was that as the weight of my penis drooped over and hanging over the edge of my swimsuit, forced the elastic band down in front allowing my penis to bounce off my thighs, the swimsuit elastic band all the way around had also slipped down. As I passed the half way point of the pool, my swimsuit in back had slipped down exposing the top half of my butt. Not only my penis exposed out front, but half my butt was also exposed. ]
I continued past the half way point of the pool and the two sexual pleasures I was feeling only became more extreme. My mind was not thinking of anything else but the extreme sexual pleasure, as I continued walking towards the end of the pool.
[ Again, without even knowing it, my swimsuit bottoms continued slipping down little by little. By the time I reached the end of the pool my swimsuit bottoms had slipped down to the top edge of my legs, completely exposing my butt. ]
As I reached the corner of the pool, I wasn’t thinking straight, and I turned to walk between the benches and dive mounts. I was in a blur, the sexual pleasure was too extreme blinding all reason.
[ I didn’t know it, but as I turned to walk past the others, my swimsuit slipped down even more, not only with my butt completely exposed but it had dropped almost two inches down the back of my legs. The only thing holding my swimsuit from falling to the ground was the rough surface of the skin on my balls. After passing three of the benches, my swimsuit even slipped down more in the back and along the sides. ]
As I got within 20 feet of my bench, I slowed my pace down and so that my penis stopped bouncing up into the air and started to only sway side to side slightly. I took much shorter steps until I got to my bench.
[ What I didn’t know was that, the back of my swimsuit had slipped almost eight inches down the back of my legs, just barely hanging on, changing the pace of my walk and allowing my penis to press against the material and my balls was the only thing keeping my swimsuit from falling to the floor. ]
As I got to my bench, I turned and leaned forward slightly to sit down on the bench. As I sat down, something felt odd. I was feeling the surface of the bench on my butt. That isn’t right. I looked towards my back/side and then towards my lap, and that is when I noticed my swimsuit hanging over my legs, hanging down towards the floor. I asked myself. How did this happen? When did this happen? I glanced around the pool area, and then I started to realize that, not only was my penis exposed, but my butt was also exposed. But when did it happen? Was my butt exposed while I was walking past my team mates?
I didn’t have any more time to dwell about my problem because Coach Johnson yelled, “okay group two, get onto your mounts.”
I glanced back down towards my lap, and then a more important question came to mind, how am I going to get to the dive mount without my swimsuit falling to the floor? I could only hope that it wouldn’t. As I stood up my swimsuit held between my penis and balls, did not fall to the floor. I walked over to the mount and climbed up and placed my feet into position for the dive and leaned forward and grabbed the front of the mount. Coach Johnson yelled, “take your marks.”
I leaned back slightly ready for the whistle, and a second before she blew the whistle, I felt something touch my left calf, but didn’t have time to figure out what it was because the coach blew her whistle for us to dive. I dove into the water and swam as hard as I could till, I got to the end.
[ What I didn’t know was, it was my swimsuit that slipped down and fell against my left calf, and as soon as I dove into the water, my swimsuit slipped off my legs and into the pool right in front of the mount. ]
After reaching the end, I reached down to pull up my swimsuit only to find them missing. I had a hunch I lost them while swimming. I treaded water for a couple seconds, and decided my only option was to swim back and find them and put them back on. I swam back in the direction of the mount, but after only about 20 feet, I could hear the sound of a whistle. I stopped and looked in the direction to see Coach Johnson blowing her whistle again, and then yelling, “where are you going?”
[ What I didn’t know was Coach Johnson watched as my swimsuit fell into the pool as I dove off the mount. ]
I replied back, “I . . . I lost my swimsuit. I’m swimming back to find it.”
I must have not said it load enough, because she yelled, “what? Get out of the pool.”
This time I yelled louder, “I lost my swimsuit. I’m trying to find it.”
She walked over to the edge of the pool and looked down into the water and yelled back, “Tina will get them for you, get out of the pool. You can get them when you get back.”
I paused for a couple seconds trying to figure out how to respond, and she yelled again, “go on, get out of the pool, group one is ready to dive.”
I thought to myself, oh crap, and slowly swam towards the ladder. As I swam to the ladder, I nervously pondered; well, everyone has seen my penis, and some of them might have seen some of my butt, but I’ve never been bare ass naked in front of them. As I reached the ladder I hesitated for almost 15 seconds, I was getting more nervous, and tried to think of a solution out of this.
No matter how much I wished for another option, there was none. Coach Johnson, blew her whistle again and yelled, “let’s go, group one is waiting.”
All of group two swimmers had already gotten back and sat down on their benches. I begrudgingly climbed up the ladder and hesitated for a few seconds, as my hips started to emerge above the water. I finally realized, I had no other choice and slowly continued up the ladder until first my butt was completely out of the water and the next step my penis was out of the water. I nervously climbed up the last step and onto the deck, and walked back towards the other end of the pool.
I looked straight ahead and tried not to look at anyone directly. I don’t know why being completely naked in front of everyone seemed more embarrassing then when my penis fell out, but it was. I walked back with my penis smacking against my thighs and bouncing straight out before falling back down to the opposite thigh each step I took.
Before reaching the half way point of the pool, the sexual pleasure my penis felt had overcome my embarrassment, and the other emotional sexual pleasure that I didn’t understand returned. Oh my gosh, the combined sexual pleasures were quickly blurring my thoughts as I continued walking towards the corner of the pool. By the time I reached the corner of the pool, I wasn’t thinking clearly and a total blur and I believe I actually didn’t care, as I turned and walked three feet past my other team mates to my diving mount and looked into the water for my swimsuit. I didn’t see it and asked Coach Johnson, “did you find my swimsuit?”
Coach Johnson walked over and asked Tina, “did you get his swimsuit?”
Tina swam over and she pointed at the return water hole in the pool wall near the top of the pool, giggled and replied, “it went into the return water line to the filter pump.”
[ What I didn’t know, Tina put my swimsuit into the return water hole. ]
Coach replied, “oh my.”
With a surprised look on my face, I looked at Coach Johnson and asked, “huh? . . . Where does that go?”
Coach answered, “that goes back to the filter room. There is a pump basket in the equipment room that will catch it and keep it from going into the pump.”
I asked, “can I go and get it?”
Coach answered, “no the equipment room is locked up for safety reason.” After a short pause, she told me, “I’ll ask the janitor to get it out of the pump basket this weekend.”
I asked, “what am I supposed to do?”
I could hear Tina lightly giggling as Coach glanced at Tina and then looked at me and said, “well, for now you go as you are.”
“Huh?” I replied.
Coach replied, “come see me on Monday, and I’ll give you, your swimsuit. Meanwhile you swim natural.”
“Naked?” I asked.
Coach replied, “yes. Come see me on Monday and I’ll give you back your swimsuit.”
I looked around confused. I wasn’t sure what to say. There were times the extreme sexual pleasure overwhelmed me, but other times, I am still embarrassed being exposed and now bare naked. I turned and walked back to my bench and sat down with my legs spread and my penis drooped over the edge and my penis head laying sideways on the floor.
Group one swimmers had already gotten out of the pool and had returned and sat down on the benches next to group two. All of us were on the benches. I looked over towards Coach Johnson and noticed she and Tina were quietly talking to each other. It only took another couple seconds and Coach yelled, “group two, get on your mounts.”
I stood up and walked over to my mount and climbed up and just stood looking out over the pool. After a couple seconds, coach yelled, “take your marks.”
I bent over and grabbed the front of the mount and leaned back slightly. She blew the whistle and I dove into the pool. Again, I had this strange sensation that I felt the head of my penis hit the water before I entered the water. I swam as hard as I could till I got to the other end. I swam to the ladder and waited for the other swimmers to climb up the ladder. I was feeling a little awkward with my penis floating freely in the water as I waited behind the other swimmers to get out. As soon the last swimmer climbed up the ladder, I slowly climbed up the ladder and I hesitated for a few seconds as my hips started to emerge above the water line. For some reason, I’m not sure why, but I was feeling a slight emotional sexual pleasure as I climbed up the rest of the steps and up onto the deck. I couldn’t figure out why I was feeling the odd emotional sexual pleasure, but it continued as I walked back. My penis started to feel the sexual pleasure of slapping against my thighs flying up in front and back down with each step I took, and the sexual pleasure increased each step I took. The emotional sexual pleasure and my penis sexual pleasure I was feeling was going through the roof. Again, as the previous times, my mind was in a blur.
As I got to the corner of the pool and group two swimmers were sitting down on their benches, group one was still sitting, they didn’t dive off the mounts this time, I turned and for the first time, I walked three feet past both groups of swimmers. Everyone watched as I walked past them bare ass naked with my penis bouncing up and down off my thighs. The sexual pleasure I was feeling was the most intense I’d felt so far, but I didn’t understand it. I didn’t care. As I got to my bench and sat down, Coach Johnson said, “okay, that’s it for today. Take your swimsuits and towels home and wash them and bring them back on Monday. Don’t lose your swimsuit because we don’t have any extra’s. On Monday we will spend the last five minutes walking two laps around the pool. Are there any questions?”
We all stood up and headed towards the changing room. I grabbed my towel and walked naked part of the way towards the exit. As I got closer to the exit, I wrapped the towel around me and tucked it at my waist. The towel was small and I couldn’t tuck it in at my hips, but I could tuck it in higher up at my high waist. I continued to the exit and down the hall, past the coach’s office, past the girls changing room and then entered the boys changing room. I took a quick shower and got dressed for my next class, Art 101.
After all my classes, I took the bus home and spent the some of the weekend on homework, many hours cleaning and skinny dipping in the neighbor’s pool and building a model airplane.
