The Easton Elite Water Club or EEWC for short (or not-so-short) was a pretentious but influential swimming and diving club based in Southern Florida for college athletes looking to train over the Summer and take their championship aspirations to the next level. The founder of the group was a former olympic swimmer whose ego aligned with the silver medals he’d won decades ago. He set it up as a means to find the very best across the country to help hone their skills and exposure for future olympic qualification. It also happened to focused on the very best swimmers and divers who were gay.

Every May, there were private tryouts for an exclusive spot on the team. To even get to the pool for a tryout, you had to be amongst the best athletes in the country and scouted for an invite. The team typically only took five athletes at a time and this year there were two open spots to fill.

Three college men were invited today to compete for one of the illustrious spots - not directly against each other, but essentially so.

Preston swam in Massachusetts as a rising senior, the son of a finance executive who put immense pressure on him. He’d been competing since he was only 4 years old, always trained by the best coaches that money could buy. He was 6’3” with black wavy hair, blue eyes, and broad shoulders. He modeled on the side, something he knew helped get his name out there for clubs like Easton. He was bi and had a longtime girlfriend at school.

Liam was an incoming college freshman from Indiana. He had a no-nonsense attitude and tireless work ethic that drove him to train every waking hour he could possibly get in the water. He kept a buzzed haircut in an effort to do everything he could for an advantage and maintained a toned physique. He was only 5’8”, much shorter than most of his peers, but he was one of the highest performing swimmers in the entire mid-west in high school, a star at only 18 and a rare recent high school grad being considered for Easton. He was a bit of a loaner because of his workman attitude. He was gay but had only come out to avoid pressure from his parents on finding a girlfriend. He found the concept of chasing guys to be a waste of time, focusing on swimming and having never even kissed another guy.

Ben was a rising junior from Southern California. The son of hispanic immigrants, he’d picked up swimming by accident just six years ago after being found by a local coach at his community pool doing laps for a workout. Ben was charismatic and loose, a team player who cared more for his club’s success than his own. He was deeply tanned, with dark eyes and hair and a stoic strong face. He stood at 5’11” with a slim figure. He’d never needed muscles to fuel his performance. Ben was closeted to his family but had taken a shot at his California coach’s suggestion, to apply privately to Easton, explaining to the coach that he’d need to keep from his parents the queer aspects of the team if he were to be selected.

The three of them eyed each other up as they walked up to the pool in their long, skin-tight trunks. They knew vaguely of each other from the nationwide circuit but had never competed against one another given their geographic disparity.

“Hey guys,” Ben shook out his hand to greet each of them.

“Hey. I’m Preston. Nice to meet you guys.”

“Hey. Liam.” Liam was short with them, respectful but focused on the competition.

“Ok boys! Welcome!” Coach Daniels, one of the assistants who’d spoken to them on the phone appeared. “We’ll keep today pretty simple. Each of you will swim a 50, 200, and 500 for me. Yards like for NCAA.”

“That’s it?” Preston looked around.

“That’s it!” Daniels said.

“Just once at each distance? No other strokes?” Preston was incredulous, having spent months strategizing for any possible requirement today.

“Nope. We have plenty of tape on each of you. Today is just to see how you perform in person and around each other.”

“Let’s do it,” Liam was focused and ready, “I’ll start.”

Ben and Preston stood on the side and watched Liam take his mark for the 50 at the edge of the pool. He was much shorter than they were but was incredibly toned. Not large, but hunky, but chiseled and right. He had blue eyes and a jawline that looked hardened by a challenging upbringing. Ben made a mental note of the wide curve that his ass made in his jammers, skin tight trunks that stretched from his waist to just above his knee.

The siren sounded and he was off. Preston studied the competition, fixated on Liam’s movements. He was done in a flash, coming up at 18.51, a solid mark. Liam emerged from the pool, looking angry with himself, seeing his time. He was better at longer distances.

Preston followed and came in at 18.38, a little better than Liam. Ben hopped in next knowing his slim build was best at these ‘sprints’. He came up on the other side, gliding like an angel through the water, and looked up at a time of 18.07. Much faster than the other two guys.

“God damnit.” Liam muttered to himself, loud enough for Preston, who was in a mild state of panic, to hear.

“Two more events man,” Preston responded.

After the first event they took a brief break to catch up.

“That was crazy man,” Preston fist bumped Ben who smiled.

“Thanks. My best event so you’ll get me on the next two, I’m sure of it,” he was excited to be here competing and would be happy with however things turned out.

“I heard you just started swimming in high school? Is that true?” Liam didn’t say it kindly.

“Yeah. Stumbled into it a bit,” Ben rubbed the back of his neck. Liam’s eyed pierced Ben’s soul, pissed that he’d been able to walk right into something that Liam had worked 12 hours a day for his entire life.

“So…” Ben was excited to talk other guys in the community. Far from his home closeted life. “What brings you guys here?”

“Swimming, dumbass?” Liam was still frustrated.

Ben felt embarrassed by his question, “right, obviously! I meant like being…gay or whatever?”

“Oh. Yeah I’m gay.” Liam was matter-of-fact in his response. His sexuality wasn’t important to him, he only cared about swimming.

“Cool cool. Me too. My parents don’t know though. They wouldn’t take it well.” Ben said, trying to connect with them, “Preston?”

“Huh?” Preston was focused on strategizing his 200 race, “Oh. Uh. I have a girlfriend but I’m bi…”

“Sure you are,” Liam didn’t bother to turn to him.

“Woooaah let’s not do that,” Ben jumped in.

“Fuck you. I’m not queer baiting asshole.” Preston had dealt with this his entire young life. He knew he liked guys too, he’d just been with his girlfriend for years and hadn’t actually hooked up with a guy since early high school.

They returned to the pool for the 200 yard freestyle next. The same order.

Liam - 1:37.99

Preston - 1:39.12

Ben - 1:40.56

“I told you guys!” Ben emerged from the pool, proud of himself for staying even somewhat close to the other two boys’ times.

“Fuck, neck and neck,” Preston cursed himself for the extra second on his time.

Liam kept his focus and said nothing. Another break.

“So what’s your training like?” Ben still tried to explore a connection with them.

Liam spoke up quietly, “Work my ass off. I train with my dad 7 days a week.”

Preston rolled his eyes at Liam but only Ben could see it. “I have a personal coach, my club coach, and my college coach. All hands on deck!”

Liam gazed at Preston, “So basically you bought your way here with daddy’s money,”

Preston’s eyes lit up, “Dude what the fuck is your issue?”

Ben stepped in between them, hoping Daniels wouldn’t see the fight about to break out, “Cool it guys. No one can swim like that without talent and hard work.”

“I bet it helps that his suit is about 100x the cost of ours,” Liam wouldn’t quit it.

“Fuck off,” Preston turned, done with the midwestern boy’s shit.

They lined up for the 500 yard freestyle to finish out the competition.

Liam - 4:07.55

Preston - 4:04.93

Ben - 4:13.00

They finished, realizing that Liam had gone 3, 1, 2; Preston had gone 2, 2, 1; and Ben had gone 1, 3, 3. 

“Wow guys, that was impressive, I can’t say I’ve ever seen a split like that. Ben’s clearly got the 50 down and you two are better at distance, this is going to be really tough for us.” Coach Daniels said. 

“How many spots do you have again?” Ben asked, hoping the answer was three.

“Right now, just two unfortunately,” Daniels scratched his chin, “and we have 3 other guys coming in tomorrow too. We’re good for today, I’ll leave you guys here if you want to swim or chat any more, no one should bother you, we run the club and closed it to the public today. I’ll let you know next steps in a few days.” With that, he shook their hands and was off.

“That was great guys. Hopefully they find a way to get all three of us in this Summer!” Ben kept up his cheery attitude.

“Fuck that, I hope they realize I’m clearly the best for longer distance. Ben you’re awesome at the 50, I’d love to be on the team with you.” Preston was not having it anymore and wanted no part of sharing a team with Liam.

“I cracked 1:38 on the 200 buddy, you’re fucked. Daddy’s fifty thousand dollar suit won’t help you.” Liam grinned.

In one motion, Preston pulled his swimsuit down and off, revealing thick hairless thighs from shaving for speed. A large soft penis hung low, far below his waist, huge and proportional to his muscular and taller body. The other two guys’ eyes went wide.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Liam was shocked.

“You think my suit is my advantage? Let’s do it bare then. I’ll still beat you even with this thing dragging,” he grabbed his junk, clearly not bashful and cocky about his huge size. Preston turned to walk towards the pool’s edge, two large bubbly cheeks swaying and bouncing as he walked. 

“Well I can see why he’s a model,” Ben whispered to Liam, unashamed of how hot he found the rich senior.

“Shut up,” Liam was focused only on the competition. He dropped his clothes, following suit, walking towards the pool. His toned body continued down into his thighs and calves. He was hairless as most swimmers were and had a toned ass, much smaller than Preston’s bubble butt, but still jutting out with a curve purely from raw glute muscle. He walked up to the pool and the other two guys glimpsed a much more average looking penis, cut and held tight to his body after swimming in the cold pool. He was hot but his package was dwarfed in size by Preston’s.

“Welp, fuck it.” Ben decided to follow them, dropping his underwear to reveal an uncut penis that seemed slightly bigger than Liam’s and with balls that hung lower, even after the cold of the pool. His butt, unlike theirs, wasn’t any more muscular than a non-athlete and was pretty slim, especially for a college swimmer.

“You don’t shave…” Preston asked, clearly checking Ben’s body out and noticing a patch of pubes and some hair on his thighs.

“Never understood it down there really, it’s usually covered anyway,” Ben held his penis to cover it as he walked over to the pool. He was a little more anxious about being so exposed with the other two boys’ eyes staring at him.

“Let’s do a 200, it’s in the middle,” Liam, of course, suggested.

“Of course you’d want the distance you just won,” Preston rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t we do a 100? Seems fair?” Ben, always the team player, suggested.

“Fine.” the other two boys said in unison.

They used an app for a random start timer and technology at the pool to measure when their hands hit the wall. They took off into the pool when the start siren buzzed, all three of them swimming with everything they had. The race was fast and over before any of them had time to think.

“Fuck that’s hard, my dick had some drag on it!” Preston popped up and out of the pool, water running like a stream down jagged, hardened rocks in the wild. Ben stared up at him, glistening, and felt himself slowly hardening at the edge of the pool in the water, embarrassed and scared to now get out. Liam popped out as well and stood at the edge facing away from the pool, just above Ben. Ben looked up and essentially had a straight line view just a foot or two in front of him into Liam’s hairless, tight, teen cheeks. This close up, he could just barely see Liam’s hole peeking out, speeding up his fast hardening dick in the pool.

They looked over at the times.

Liam - 37.88

Preston - 37.92

Ben - 37.87

“WOAH!” Ben yelled from the pool, glad for a distraction.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Preston stood with his hands on his waist while Liam shook his head.

Preston exhaled a deep breath, “you’re good man. That was good.” He held his hand out to Liam.

Liam stared at it and rolled his eyes before reluctantly taking it, “you too. Sorry about before.”

Preston smiled at him while they shook hands, “All good. I get it. We’re competitive.”

“Yeah,” Liam tried to smile, the two of them clearly still jockeying to be the alpha but now more respectful of each other.

“Want to come shake our hands Ben or you staying in there all night?” Preston held out his hand to help Ben out of the pool.

“Uhhhh…” Ben panicked.

“You okay?” Liam attempted to offer some support.

“I’m uhh…” Ben scratched his head, “sorry guys I don’t mean to be weird, but I’m uhhh, really hard right now.”

Preston laughed, “No way, really?” Even Liam chuckled and grinned.

“Come up here.” Preston kept his hand out.

“Uh I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Ben resisting getting out and exposing himself.

“I think it’s a great idea. Let’s see it.” Preston grinned devilishly at him.

“O…k,” Ben reluctantly took Preston’s hand and popped out of the pool, his straight out hard 6.5 uncut inches on display. He went to cover himself but Preston slapped his hand away.

“Don’t,” was all Preston said. 

Ben looked down and noticed Preston starting to harden, his meaty, thick, dick somehow gaining even more girth as it slowly stood up.

“Are you…?” Liam looked between the two of them.

“I told you I wasn’t queer baiting,” Preston smiled.

“Can I?” Ben said to Preston, pointing down at his semi-hard penis.

“Yeah,” was all Preston said, the question clear between the two of them.

Ben dropped to his knees and reached out for Preston’s dick, taking it into his hand. It felt heavy, like a weapon. Ben may have been closeted but he had plenty of experience with men and this was easily the biggest cock he’d ever held. He playfully slapped it against his cheek a few times to feel its heft. Preston smiled down at him and rubbed Ben’s hair. 

Ben slipped the monster into his mouth and began bobbing up and down, tasting a mix of salt, sweat, and chlorine. He struggled to fit even half of Preston’ cock in his mouth but tried to service him as best as he could. 

“How big is this thing?” Ben pulled back to look up at Preston, continuing to jerk off the much larger boy.

“I don’t know, maybe 8 something?” Preston smiled, clearly knowing the actual measurement but trying to play it cool.

“You just going to stand there?” Preston turned to face Liam who was now fully hard, just under 6 inches pointed out and upward, his breathing deep and gaze focused. It was the first time Liam had ever seen another man hard in person.

“I…” Liam was unsure of what to do.

“Come here Liam,” Ben said from his knees.

“Okay.” Liam slowly walked towards them, unsure of himself, but…interested. Ben took his hand and pulled him down to eye level with Preston’s now fully rock hard hammer of a cock.

“You okay?” Ben checked in with him.

“Yeah I’ve just…never…” Liam whispered, way out of his element.

“You’ve never sucked dick?!” Ben, far more comfortable with his experience, didn’t mince words.

“I’ve never even touched another one…” Liam admitted.

Preston looked down at him smiling. “Well well well…it’s your lucky day.” Preston took his dick out of Ben’s hands and wagged it around in Liam’s face, daring him to suck it.

Ben grabbed Liam’s neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Liam was startled and didn’t know how to respond at first, before taking a deep breath into Ben’s mouth and settling into the kiss. Their lips danced together, their tongues tasting each other. 

Ben slowly moved them closer to Preston’s dick, “you okay with this?”.

“Yeah,” Liam was already mentally kicking himself for putting this kind of intimacy off for so long.

Ben moved the head of Preston’s dick in between their mouths. He lapped at the head of Preston’s penis, running his tongue across it to still meet Liam’s mouth in a kiss. Liam’s tongue flicked across, meeting both Ben’s tongue and Preston’s dick, the incredible tastes mixing. Preston looked down at the two boys making out, his cock worshipped in between their tongues.

Slowly, Ben pulled off and let Liam enjoy sucking his first dick. As Liam struggled to bob up and down on Preston, getting only an inch or two in but lapping the head desperately, Ben moved up to make out with Preston.

Preston was much taller than them and far more developed. Ben massaged his huge shoulder muscles, flicking his tongue in and out of Preston’s mouth, occasionally nibbling at his lips.

“Wait wait wait…” Preston pulled back and Ben looked at him, but Liam was fixated on sucking his first cock and wouldn’t stop.

“Fuck…Liam that feels so good, but hold on,” he pulled Liam off his dick, who for the first time all day, genuinely smiled and looked happy. 

“We should go to the locker room,” Preston suggested.

“Right…” Ben considered the comment, “how far are we taking this…?”

Liam stood up and the three of them looked at each other.

“I mean…” Preston glanced between the two of them, “can I fuck one of you?” He bit his lip, hungry for the other guys. 

“Fuck yeah, you can fuck me,” Ben grinned, “or at least you can try with that,” he pointed at Preston pulsing dick.

Liam looked between them, overwhelmed with the view, “I have no idea what I’m doing guys but I’m game for anything,”

“We got you Liam,” Preston put his hand on Liam’s shoulder, all of a sudden now feeling like a big brother figure to him…other than that his dick was just in the younger guy’s mouth.

The three of them grabbed their things and scrambled inside, laughing and giggling as they hurried along to the locker room.

Author Note: Originally posted here about 1 year ago! Check out my reddit page for more info on my writing, where to find other chapters in this series, my other writing, and where you can find more!