Swim Jock Novels & Stories

She knew Gabriella wanted to go but neither one of them could. “We’re having a wet swimsuit contest,” he said with a smile and flexed his chest muscles. Gabriella loudly sucked in a breath and whirled around to look at Jodi. Her brown eyes were wide. “You mean . . . the guys will be in swimsuits?” Jodi asked with hesitation. “Yes, and we’re all on athletic scholarships,” he said with a smirk. “Really,” Jodi commented as she fanned herself. “Oh, my god,” Gabriella moaned.

THE AQUAPHOBIC November 27, 2020 6 months ago... ZACK "Remember when I turned fourteen? I told you that I wanted to join a swimming club. I was adamant and confident in my decision and you all knew me, my dream is to be a swimmer athlete. But..." I bit my lower lip as my eyes darted on the white tile floor. A memory of what I fear the most came rushing back at me, "After I joined the swimming club, a dream of someone drowning me in a lake started visiting me at night. Since then, it has never stopped. The feeling of dreaming it is like a punishment-- I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, I couldn't feel my lungs, I felt like dying in excruciating pain." I paused for a second.

I messed around in the water a bit before I turned over onto my back and relaxed, floating for a little while. “Are you enjoying this?” Dr Jones asked when I finally lifted my head and put my feet touched bottom. “It's great.” I grinned at her. “I agree. Can you come over to the bar, lie on your belly and just kick?” she said with a smile. “I can swim.” I frowned at her but made my way to the silver bar she was pointing at. “I know. The exercise is meant to strengthen your hip and thigh muscles.”