Swim Jock Novels & Stories

He reappeared a second later, doing the front crawl. It’s not often you see someone swim up a waterfall, especially when it’s made of molten rock. He may have actually been clawing up the cliff face behind the orange flow, but it did look like he was swimming. His large, rocky body dipped in and out of the lava, sending yellow sparks flying. “Let the games begin!” he yelled just before disappearing from view. “He doesn’t take anything seriously, does he?” I said to Keezy. “It is not his way, but he is a serious competitor once he joins battle. That is what we’ll need him for.”

As he spoke, Charlie said, “This is similar to the black technology sharkskin bionic swimsuit that swimmers use to compete and participate in the swimming competitions.” “This kind of sharkskin bionic swimsuit can greatly reduce the resistance that swimmers face in the water. The American competitive swimmers, including Michael Phelps, relied on the sharkskin bionic swimsuit to break fourteen world records in just one month. He even won more than twenty Olympic gold medals on his own.”

We both laughed in delight, as we just swarm around the water in peace. Jake knew all sort of swimming tricks and he started displaying them, "Show off." I scoffed. "Jealousy, isn't good for your soul baby." He sticked out his tongue at me, while swimming on his back.. just floating. This was a swimming trick of his, that I have never been able to do. I would beg him to teach me, but he never would. As I stared at him in awe, he made mocking faces at me and I couldn't take that from him.

I said and he smiled not commenting on that, before he took my hand and walked me to his car, I bid goodbye to Warrior Carter after he told me that Richford had gone out. We drove to a hotel that wasn’t too far from the pack, I heard the hotel belonged to alpha Stefan, Jamie’s father but I think he had transferred it to Jamie at the same time he transited power to him. I sat there in the changing room, waiting for Brake to change into something he could be comfortable wearing, while swimming, I watched him strip and fit into his swimming trunks. I watch him, head to the pool, ready for a refreshing swim. He's wearing navy blue swim trunks that hang just above the knee, providing a comfortabl

"Why did you stop swimming?" "Taking a breather," he replied, his voice low. "Guess I'll swim solo then?" I challenged with a slight smile. Being a jet ski racer meant swimming skills were essential. I was proficient in butterfly, breaststroke, and freestyle—had been a strong swimmer since childhood. And on a hot day like this, the cool water felt divine against my skin. I dove under, pushing off with my feet and gliding through the water. The pool was massive—nearly thirty meters long—and I completed two laps before fatigue began setting in. Yesterday's competition had definitely taken its toll on my muscles.

They were my first target. My plan was to go for a swim after working out and then come up to the juice bar and see what happened. Not the most aggressive plan, I know, but I wasn't very good at this sort of thing anyway. So I went to a sporting goods store and bought my first ever Speedo. Around half of the guys in the pool wore Speedo suits when swimming laps, so I wasn't going to stick out just because I wore one, but cramming a nine-inch dick into a Speedo was an exercise in creative engineering, and I was definitely going to stick out in my Speedo for that reason.

Alpha- "Or who the best swimmer will be....." Praise Sir. Jack- "I bet it'll Jack," And finally, shove in Mr. Smarty pants- "And don't forget to test the new equipment you wanted to taste out Jean, aye I can't wait to go to the beach! Who's with me?" Everyone: ...... "What do you mean Jack?! Obviously, I'll be the winner!" Jennifer screeched. "Yes, indeed that camera, I'll check out if I've managed to make it waterproof at last," Jean mumbled.

I suggested, winking at her. I turned back to see Jace’s eyes firmly fixed on me. I smiled teasingly as I grabbed hold of the bottom of my tank top and slowly pulled it off over my head. My swimsuit wasn’t exactly a one piece, but it wasn’t quite a two piece either. It was black and had a bikini top, but there was a strip of material running down the front of it. My waist and back were completely exposed. It was kind of like wearing a two piece, but it just covered my stomach a little too, I was self conscious of my body because of carrying a child. I never exposed my stomach.

She recognised him from the promotional videos and gossip pages. “No fair, Vice,” he complained already stepping out his shoes and pulling off his designer-faded t-shirt. He had the sort of physique that was naturally given to skinniness, she thought with envy, and with lean muscles that were reflective of his instrument’s demands. “I want to float with Mirage.” He shoved his jeans off his hips and waded into the pool in his underwear, completely uninhibited by the fact that he wasn’t wearing swimwear. “Beat you to it, James,” Vice replied with a lazy smirk.

Us main dancers stood in the front, the pom poms in our hands, ready for action. “Good afternoon. I--Hades North will be your host for the rest of the afternoon along with my partner, Sofia Benson.” He waved a hand. The girl next to him, smiled at the audience. “The first match will be a 40 meter race with a freestyle for 4 laps, you can use breaststroke or butterfly. This will be one on one. The swimmers; Jake Mitch and Ronald Duncan came forward and take your places.” Sofia addressed the athletes who were busy stretching and warming themselves up. Their swimming gears; goggles, a nose strip and a cap rested on their faces. Both of the swimmers came forward. And took their places on the fro