You end up signing up for the swim team. The coach for the team was Miss Brady and she was pretty laid back and friendly. "How bad could it possibly be? It's just swimming and if the guys get to be too much for me, I'm sure Miss Brady will look out for me," you thing to yourself.
However, you should have known that nothing ever seems to go your way. You finally make it to the pool for your first practice and hear loud slapping from the pool. Shit, the team is already swimming laps. A booming male voice calls over to you,"Connor, you are five minutes late and you don't even have your suit on yet." Oh no, that isn't Miss Brady. You look over to the large man standing by the pool and realize it is Mr. Johnson, your principal. What the fuck? He's standing with nothing on but a form fitting white Speedo. That is not normal - since when do coaches wear swim suits? You never imagined how he would look outside of his suit and are strangely turned on by your evil principal. You don't want to like him, but he is so muscular and hairy like a bear. And in addition to a bit of a beer gut, his suit is bulging out cartoonishly like he hid a bowling ball in there.
He laughs at the shocked look on your face, "What? Were you expecting Miss Brady?" You nodded yes and he chuckled as he explained, "I'm coaching this season, she ended up having to coach the girls field hockey team. Get your suit on and give me 100 meter warm up!" You can see that everyone continues working on their warm up laps totally ignoring you. "But sir, I don't have a Speedo yet," you tell your beefy coach in a meek voice. "Hell boy, we're all men here - well, all except you - ha." He walked over to you, picked you up and easily stripped off your tiny clothes. You were left in only your tighty whitey's and red blushing cheeks. "I'll give you a head start."
Coach Johnson tossed you in the middle of the lane in the middle of the pool. There were at least 3 guys swimming in that lane. You bobbed in the middle of the churning pool and nearly shit yourself when you saw the muscular arms and shaved head of Butch - a senior - heading your way.
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