The Master Swim Team Vol. 02 Ch. 01

Dennis looked from his coach to Ralf. The man was tall, in his late fifties by the looks of it, and had a full head of white hair that stood up as straight and tall as the man himself. He had dark brown eyes that looked at Dennis through big, round glasses, and he wore a pastel green shirt tucked neatly into his khaki pants. Overall, he looked more like a librarian than an athletic trainer. "Right this way," Ralf said.

Gladly, Dennis thought.

Ralf led him back down the long, winding hallway to the other side of the building. His office was located right before the football and the baseball locker rooms, in a little suite that also hosted the athletic director and his secretary. The trainer ushered Dennis inside and then closed the door.

There was a desk in one corner of the office that had folders of all the members of the swim team on it; a row of cabinets on the far side was freshly stocked with any and all supplies needed to treat athletic injuries. In the center of the room, jetting out from the back wall at an angle, was an adjustable table like the ones found in a doctor's office.

"Have a seat, if you will," Ralf instructed, motioning with his hand to a chair against the wall. Dennis did as he was told, completely forgetting he was wearing nothing but his speedo, and Ralf sat down in his own chair. "Dennis, I'm going to ask you a series of questions before we get started. The whole thing should be quick and painless, I promise.

"First off," he continued, "you look to be in prime physical condition, as your teammates all are. Higgins may not know much about swimming, but he sure is capable of getting you boys in shape."

"You've got that right," Dennis replied. "Though I do miss the ability to move my arms." He made an effort to raise them, but they did little more than flop at his sides.

"Ha," Ralf laughed. "That will remedy itself in time. Do you have anything bothering you with your body?"

"Besides the arms?"

"Yes, besides the arms."

Dennis shook his head. "Not really."

"Any past or present medical condition that may interfere with your ability to swim?"

"Not that I know of."

Ralf checked a box on a form and jotted a quick note.

"Okay," he said. He grabbed a little hammer and quickly knocked Dennis in the knee. Dennis's leg kicked out. "Reflexes are good."

After checking another box, he rolled his chair over to Dennis and quickly took his vitals, first by using the blood pressure cuff, then by pressing the cold diaphragm of the stethoscope to Dennis's bare chest. Dennis winced from the cold.

"Sorry about that," he said genuinely enough. "I always forget it's not very pleasant against bare skin. And speaking about not very pleasant, this is going to be a bit bright." He shone a flashlight in Dennis's eyes and quickly checked the dilation of his pupils. "All good. Turn your head all the way to the left."

Dennis did as he was told, turning his head as far as it would go to the left.

"Okay, now to the right."

Dennis did the same, but his head didn't go quite as far.

"Are you a one-sided or two-sided breather, Dennis?"

"One," he responded.

"Left-side?"

"Yes."

"Okay, can you stand up for me?"

Dennis stood up next to Ralf so that his belly button was eye-level with the older man. "And now for everyone's favorite part," Ralf joked. "I'll make it as quick as possible, I promise. If you would drop your suit, please, I'll do a quick check for hernias."

Oh God, Dennis thought, his mind panicking at what would happen if he freed his dick from its spandex prison in front of the older man. The terror was almost enough to keep an erection at bay, but he felt a tiny jolt course through his veins and into his crotch just as he closed his eyes and pulled down the red brief.

Ralf brought his hand up under Dennis's scrotum and said, "Turn your head and cough."

Dennis turned as far as he could to the left and coughed, his dick growing a bit with the touch of Ralf's hand under his balls. The trainer pretended not to notice, but Dennis knew deep down there was no way he hadn't.

Before it could get any worse, Ralf pulled the suit back up, once again trapping Dennis's penis inside, and said, "Very good."

"That's it?"

"For that part, yes. I am a bit concerned about your neck, though. You really should be breathing on both sides. It's actually much better for balance if you try and do everything in your life with both sides. I for one, try and alternate which hand I use to brush my teeth. It's not an easy thing to do, but a little effort goes a long way."

"I'll try, I guess," Dennis said, his dick slowly shrinking back to its normal state.

"That's all I ask," Ralf said. He glanced up at the clock. "Now, I know I said I'd make this quick, but if you've got a little extra time, I can work on that right side a bit and make an adjustment for you."

Dennis thought about meeting up with Emily. It was already approaching 7:00 pm. Then he thought about how he had already had one close call with Ralf that was saved only by the trainer's professionalism. It wouldn't do him any good to ruin that good luck now. But, as much as all signs pointed toward him cutting off the meeting and hitting the showers, somehow that message got scrambled in-between his brain and his mouth. "If you think it will help," he said.

"Excellent," Ralf said with a smile. "Hop up on the table on your front, and I'll check a few things."

Dennis climbed on the table and lay face-down.

Ralf approached the side of the table near Dennis's head. "Let me know if this hurts." He put some lotion on his hand and began rubbing the muscle on the side of Dennis's neck. Pain he didn't know he had shot up the side of Dennis's neck and caused his shoulders to scrunch up. "Didn't know that was there, did you? You're tighter than I thought," Ralf said, and continued rubbing the sore spot. Then, feeling Dennis tighten again as he found a particularly tight spot, he said, "Good, now push into that pain and try and let yourself relax. Feel the tension dissolve."

Dennis pushed his muscle back against the trainer's hand and felt a significant increase in pain; but, after several seconds, he noticed it all dissipate. As Ralf continued to rub both sides of his neck, Dennis found himself relaxing more and more. And when Ralf moved away from Dennis's neck and down his arms, rubbing the weak and limp limbs, Dennis didn't say a word. Instead, he just lay there, feeling the old man's hands on his body, relishing in the wave of relaxation coming over him.

After some time, when Dennis was feeling nice and relaxed, Ralf tapped him on the side and said, "Flip over and I'll do an adjustment."

Dennis was in such as state of relaxation that he turned over without even realizing he was sporting a massive erection that was extremely visible through his red speedo.

"Oh," uttered Ralf, noticing the bulge. "Someone's feeling relaxed."

"Huh?" Dennis said, looking up at the trainer. Ralf subtly nodded down Dennis's body. Dennis followed Ralf's gaze down to his crotch, where he noticed for the first time how hard he was. "Shit," he said, covering himself up. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean--"

Ralf laughed. "Don't be. It happens all the time. Besides, it's quite flattering when an old man like me has such an effect on a young guy like you."

"So I'm told," Dennis muttered. He didn't know what else to say.

"Relax," Ralf told him, and he pulled Dennis's hand away, exposing the erection once more. "All of us get them. In fact, I even know a thing or two about dealing with them. If you want, I can take care of that for you," he offered.

For as horny as he was and as attractive as he thought Ralf to be, Dennis's first thought was of John. Should I be doing this? he wondered. The old man's goofy grin came to mind, and it was as if Dennis could see right into his blue eyes. It made him miss John more than he already did. But they had had this conversation. John didn't want Dennis to pass up any opportunities he might have just because of some fat, old man in the suburbs. "You've still got to live your life," he had told him.

The embarrassment of getting caught with an erection by the school trainer disappeared and, with a smile, Dennis gave Ralf a nod. Ralf took a few steps over to the door and twisted the lock. Grinning, he said, "Why don't you remove that speedo."

As Dennis maneuvered his way out of the speedo, Ralf pulled his shirt out from his pants and unbuttoned it. He tore it from his body, revealing a pale torso that was thin because of his height, but with just enough padding to fill him out. What little chest hair there was had turned an off-white, as if it had started its life a shade of red. Unbuckling his pants, he dropped them to the ground to reveal thin pastel green briefs that matched his shirt.

"Do you always match your underwear to your shirt?" Dennis asked, looking on in wonder. The moment had finally come.

"Not always, but my wife certainly enjoys it when I do."

"You have a wife?" Dennis asked, as Ralf dropped the briefs and revealed a five-inch, flaccid, uncut cock. His pubes were the same faded red as his chest.

"I do," Ralf replied. "But it's hard to resist a good looking, young guy every now and then when there's just so many of you around. And you swimmers are the best of the lot."

Both men now fully naked, Ralf walked back over to the table and wrapped his hand around Dennis's cock. His own cock was beginning to grow now, and his foreskin was receding. "Why don't you lay back down, and we'll finish the massage," he said.

"Front or back?" Dennis asked.

Ralf cocked his head to the side as if he were intrigued by the possibilities. "I had only planned to suck you off, but if you're up for more..."

Dennis shrugged his shoulders, letting himself get fully absorbed into this fantasy scenario. "Hey, you're the doctor..."

"The front it is."

Flipping over, Dennis pressed his hard cock against the massage table and placed his face in the hole at the top. He could hear Ralf doing something in the background, but he wasn't sure what. After a few moments, Ralf came back with a bottle of oil and something else that Dennis couldn't make out.

Ralf climbed up on top of the table, straddling Dennis, and positioned himself so that his erect cock was laying just on top of Dennis's ass cheeks--an image of that juicy hot dog from lunch popped into Dennis's mind. Ralf then leaned forward, his own hot dog smushing evenly between Dennis's buns, and extended his arms up to Dennis's shoulders. His hands pinched the shoulders and began rubbing them, slowly massaging out Dennis's sore muscles.

After several minutes of that, he stopped for a second and then said, "Sorry in advance for this." Before Dennis had a chance to question what it was, he felt a cool liquid drizzle down the length of his crack, followed a few seconds later by the "thwack" of Ralf's cock slapping back into its place.

Resuming the massage, Ralf reached forward once more and began rubbing Dennis's neck and shoulders. He poked, he prodded, he pinched, he jabbed, and as he did so, his cock slid up and down the length of Dennis's crack. Sitting taller, Ralf then slowly inched his way down Dennis's sides, rubbing his arms and ribs as he gently gyrated his hips back and forth. Dennis could feel the old man growing harder still, his cock pressing as deep into Dennis as it could in a parallel fashion.

Once Ralf's hands had worked their way all the way back down to Dennis's butt, he grabbed the boy's bubble butt and pulled the cheeks apart, getting his first good glimpse of that tight, college hole. He let go of the cheeks and let them slam shut. Then, with his left hand, he spread the ass once more, and with his right, he grabbed his erect dick and dragged it the length of Dennis's ass, putting pressure on the hole as it passed over it.

Dennis felt his sphincter tighten as the foreign cock made its presence known. With each pass, it toyed with him, taunting and teasing his ass, but never taking the plunge. The act had a dizzying effect on Dennis, as he wanted it more than anything else in that moment.

By the time Ralf finally gave in and slid his cock fully inside Dennis, the hole was so ready for action, it devoured Ralf whole. "Whoa," Ralf moaned, amazed at how easily Dennis took him in. Dennis didn't say anything in response, he just squeezed tightly against Ralf's prick and forced him out. "Two can play at that game," Ralf said, and he shoved his rod back inside. He pulled out and shoved in again, establishing his dominance, and then leaned forward and placed his hands on Dennis's shoulders again. As he fucked, he rubbed them more, giving Dennis an all-around massage that took the young man all the way to the edge.

He had never been fucked in such a manner, face down, his hard cock rubbing against a firm surface. With every thrust deeper into his own ass, Dennis jerked forward, his own cock stroked by his own weight. It was both relaxing and rough; playful and rowdy. And before Dennis knew it, the weight of the world, the anxieties that had plagued him throughout the day, the worries of the future, the longing for John, and the desires for all those men, dissipated from within him, leaving nothing but a cloudy white mess on the maroon table.

Having finished himself, he pushed back against Ralf and took an active role in his fucking. In an effort to take back control, Ralf fell on Dennis, pushing him back against the table, and grabbed his wrists, holding him down. He grunted as he drove his cock into Dennis, getting harder with each and every thrust until he spewed his own load in the young man.

They lay there like that for a minute or two, each man spent, breathing heavily, covered in sweat. When it was time, Ralf rolled off of Dennis, planting his feet firmly on the ground, and stepped across the room to grab Dennis's towel. "Someone's had some practice at that," Ralf said, eyeing Dennis suspiciously. He handed over the towel and then began removing the condom from his dick, the end of which was sagging from Ralf's load. "Most guys that come through here are too tight to take me right away. You swallowed me up in one go."

Dennis reached behind himself and wiped the oil off his backside. His thoughts returned to his teammates back home. "I've got a whole team of guys like you back home."

"Really?" Ralf asked, intrigued.

"Let's just say, master swim teams are a bit more fun than college swim teams."

"I'll take the college boys, if it's all the same to you," Ralf replied.

"Something for everyone, I guess."

"Yes, yes. Something for everyone..." he trailed off, his mind lost in the action he'd just had.

Dennis walked out of the recreation center after his evening swim on the first day of class feeling good. He didn't have any clarification about what his year was going to be like; he didn't know what the future held or whether John and he would ever make it in the end; he didn't have any more answers than he did that morning. What he did know, however, was that everything was going to be all right.

The university was quiet at that time of night. A cool breeze blew past him, and he paused to look up at the night sky. The stars were bright.

His phone rang.

"Hello," he said.

"Hey, kid," John answered.

Hearing John's voice again after the long day soothed Dennis inside, and he felt a ripple of warmth course through him.

"You have no idea how good it is to hear your voice," Dennis expressed.

"First day that bad, eh?"

"It was just a bit much," Dennis admitted.

John laughed. "Too many guys for you to handle? You know you don't have to fuck them all in one day."

"It was just the one," said Dennis. The thought to hide what had happened with the trainer never crossed his mind.

"Really?" John asked excitedly. "Tell me all about it."

Dennis smiled at the old man's enthusiasm and continued his walk back to his dorm. "Well, would you believe me if I said it all started with a hot dog?"

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Hello, everyone. For those of you still sticking with this story, thank you. I know I've taken a bit of a break, but hopefully I'll be able to get more of this out in a timely manner. With Dennis back at school, this part of the story will be a bit different than the first, but I promise all of the characters you know and love will return. I hope you enjoy.