Chase’s
Special Training:
Part
1
by Bryce
Dear Ballbusting Boys Community,
Hi!
This four part story that I am going to roll out over the next month is brought to the blog by a new writer named Bryce. This story takes place with Chase and Jayden still dating, and for this story on the same swim team together. He did such a nice job, and is a real treat to read. He loves the characters and the whole Jaydenverse as some readers have coined the Gino and Jayden series. I hope that you enjoy it as well as I did!
Sincerely,
Jimmy
The Bartlett swim team under Chase had developed some unsportsmanlike habits, with Chase typically at their centre. For one, Jayden had discovered that he could easily provoke Chase’s cartoonish vanity, and cause scenes that would distract and discombobulate the opposing team’s swimmers. While they and other Bartlett boys waited on the sidelines for their races, all it took was a lascivious look from Jayden, a prolonged gaze at his boyfriend’s sky-blue speedo-clad crotch and a waggle of the eyebrows or lick of his lips, and Chase would smirk and cockily flex his muscles in front of everyone while his cock chubbed up, visibly growing and crowding his already totally stuffed swim briefs.
For his part, Chase absolutely loved showing
off for Jayden in public, and he happily played along, knowing exactly what
effect it would have on their opponents. Chase seemed to have undergone yet
another growth spurt, and his already ripped, muscular teen body, with its narrow
waist and broad shoulders, was looking more like any of the sexiest male
underwear models than that of a swimmer. He seemed to be more cocky and
conceited than ever, too, a product of raging teen testosterone coursing
through him in hyperdrive. When he would bounce his well-developed pecs or
strike a stunning double biceps pose on Jayden’s cue, his own teammates would
performatively fawn over him – and the boys from the opposing school could
reliably be seen with mouths agape, wide-eyed, gawking and, often, popping
boners in their own speedos that they would ashamedly cover with their hands or
a towel, or sit down to attempt to hide. There weren’t many swimmers in the
state – or perhaps any – as astonishingly built as Chase or as handsome, and
most of the young men had never seen anything like the way the Bartlett captain
and his team performed their sexual horseplay.
