The Swim Meet Shenanigans
by Bryce
The Bartlett swim team under Chase had developed some
unsportsmanlike habits, with Chase typically at their center. 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 hyper drive.
When he would bounce his well-developed pecs or strike a stunning double biceps
pose on Jayden’s cue, his own teammates would performativity 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.
Today’s little sabotage had been particularly naughty. On
the sidelines with a handful of his teammates including Jayden, Adam, Max and
Rex, Shane and others, Chase was hitting a deliciously slow and deliberate
pose, pumping his fists down and forward in front of him to push his pecs
together and flex them hard. The normally rippling plates of thick, roughly
square muscle bunched into powerful-looking, deeply striated, hairless mounds
under his pale skin, like rocks straining a stretching cloth. Veins popped out
across his chest and shoulders as his breath was pushed out in a growl through
clenched teeth.
