Swim Jock Novels & Stories

“It’s not like you need the exercise.” My metabolism was a source of great envy to Jean-Jacques. He couldn’t believe it when I joined the Miami Beach Swim Club, because I could eat anything without ever gaining a pound. And it was true, I did have good genetic material, but I also enjoyed swimming, and even more, I loved hanging out in the locker room with buff naked guys. “Got to keep him guessing,” I said. “Come on, we’ve got more work to do.”

She laughs lightly. “Uh, yeah. College swim team,” I say, the lie coming easily. She nods and walks off as I padded back to my room for the evening. Two days later, I got a new studio in this town by the river. The place has a small pool and I feel like I might need it in the next few days. “Morning Becca!” my new landlord, Johan, calls from his rowboat. I wave back from the deck. The guy is seriously nice. Originally from Sweden and now out here in his retirement playing around in nature, but still close to his grandkids.

he said, floating on his back. As the sky turned shades of orange and purple, we settled into easy chatter; recapping the project, joking about the prof's quirks. I swam closer to Jace who was treading water nearby, his powerful arms cutting through effortlessly. "You're a natural in the water too?" I asked, trying to sound casual. He laughed, splashing me lightly. "Hockey's all about glide, but yeah, I hold my own. You look good out here, Mia. Relaxed." His voice dropped a notch and his eyes traced the water droplets on my shoulders.

“Yeah, he does.” “Can we go swim too?” I hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, sure. Jenny, do you want to swim too?” “I don’t have a bathing suit,” Jenny answered, flushing darkly. “I don’t have much of anything.” I reached across the table to take her hand. “It’s okay, Jenny. I have some clothes that you and Becky can swim in if you want to.” “Okay. Then yes, I would like to swim.”

It would just be him and Sarah . He stalled a moment more. “I’m not wearing a swimsuit.” “Are you boxers or briefs?” She called out to him, splashing water in his direction. “Will it bother you if I say neither? I go commando. Always have.” Her shocked giggle floated through the night air, making his dick even harder. “Really?” “Really. You still want to swim?” “I do,” she called out. “I promise not to look.” And she turned her back to him.

Jack is practically vibrating with excitement, already in his swimming trunks, goggles hanging around his neck like a medal. "Hello, Jack," the man beside Mr. L says warmly as soon as he enters. He crouches down to Jack's level. "I'm Asher. Your swim coach. I hear you're already pretty good." Jack beams. "Well, I'm here to make you even better," Asher grins, and Jack nods eagerly like this might be the greatest news he's ever heard. Then Asher looks at me. His smile is boyish and open, and he's... young. Probably around my age.

Austin’s POV She turns in a circle like she’s a planet doing one cyclic turn around the sun, then I see her swim over to my side of the dock. "Come on in. See if you can beat me." "You've already lost, you know?" "I can't lose a war I never fought." "Fine," I grab my water resistant Frogman watch from my backpack and jump in. We'll do cyclic turns and whoever stops first loses. Time is not on anybody's side as it'll be a countdown. Let's see how you hold out."

I felt triumphant over it, feeling as if I had achieved something. “I… I have nowhere to go. It's not like I'm sticking around here for free. I can work. I'm good with house chores. I can wash, clean, polish, swim—” “Swim?” His lips lifted in a smile, but it was so ephemeral for me to know whether it was real or not. “Yes! You don't know this, but I was the best swimmer. I won the national and international—” “It's alright.” He sighed. “Why do you suddenly want to stay? Have you forgotten how much of a pervert I am? Aren't you scared I would grope your arse?” Though his face was neutral as he spoke, I could tell he was teasing me.

Kai asked her, standing quickly. “Water is fine for now,” she replied with a soft smile. With loud laughter, Cassandra and Jackie appeared at the top of the stairs.Cassandra wore a simple black bikini, but Jackie had squeezed herself into the tiniest red bikini that ever existed. The fabric barely covered her large breasts, which bounced with every step she took, threatening to spill out entirely. Her bottoms weren’t much better, leaving her curvy backside on full display.Reed chuckled, shaking his head at his sister’s choice of swimwear.

But as a sibling. Jade put the baggies in her pack and stood. Her tank top was soaked with sweat, her nipples hard. She'd given up on the bra a long time ago. She looked at me. "Swim with me." With that, my sister kicked off her shoes, tossed off her top, and shoved her shorts and thong down. Ignoring me, she walked to the pool's edge and waded in, sighing. "Oh, Jack, this is so nice. Come on."