Swim Team Graphic Novels & Stories

Outside, James and three of his swim-team buddies climbed out of his car after driving back from the out-of-town meet that their school had just won. They were all looking forward to some muscle-relaxing time in James's hot tub, and went into the yard through the side gate to turn the tub on and get it hot while they went inside to change into their Speedo swim trunks.

“I don’t care who gets to the other side of the pool the fastest. I just care that you get there at all. If your device carries you, your team has successfully completed your mission.” “This should be easy,” Mitchell said. “Austin’s on the swim team.” Austin lay across the middle of two boxes that were connected with short pipes. The plastic sheet lay under the boxes, helping keep them afloat. Cecilia brought her device next to him. For all of Brady’s complaining about the plastic sheets, they hadn’t ended up using any. She also lay across the middle of two boxes, but instead of pipes, they had used short cords. “On your marks. Get set. Go!” Andrew yelled.

'Look at those muscles and tattoos,' Selene said, her voice almost dreamy. He dove smoothly into the pool, his body slicing through the water like he belonged there. He moved fast—like a fish. He’d always loved swimming. Back in school, he was on the swim team, competing in countless competitions. He didn’t just compete—he won. Over and over again. Dad and Mum were always there, always so proud, cheering the loudest from the stands—especially Mum. She made sure we all came to every meet, always front row, cheering him on with everything she had.

The second the final whistle blew, the entire men’s swim team turned to me. I’d lost the bet. Badly. Eight, nights. Eight starting swimmers. I belonged to them after every single practice until the conference meet ended. Coach had already left. The natatorium lights were half-off, the pool still rippling under the high windows. Chlorine hung thick in the air, mixed with the raw smell of male sweat and victory.. They circled me like sharks. Captain Jace, six-four, shoulders carved from years of butterfly, stepped forward first..

Thus, you'd often see many swimmers using this stroke even in a freestyle race. Of course, Arte was ahead of us all. When I turned my head to the side, I could see that I came up to her hip...That's how far in front she was. I was certain this race would go smoothly with our Arte Koi on our team...But my thoughts jinxed me. For a moment, I thought I heard a scream, but just in case I didn't, I continued to swim.

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