My New Waterpolo Team
Author - Dave 'Speedo' Evans
Written March 2023

Lying on the floor of the communal showers, I was was covered in cum. Not my cum. It was in my hair, in my chest hair, on my face, all over the speedos I was wearing, and I think there was even some cum between my toes.

This was part one of the initiation to my new waterpolo team.

My team mates had all left the big open shower area, leaving the coach and I alone. The coach, who liked to be called 'Coach' was a big guy. He had played waterpolo at two Olympics and his arms were easily bigger than my legs. Nearly sixty years old, Coach's barrel chest and chiseled jaw left no doubt how fit and strong he was.

Back on my feet, Coach approached me. We were both wearing the team speedos and both had raging boners. Coach asked me if I really wanted to be a member of his team, I replied in the affirmative. I had been told that we weren't allowed to take our team uniforms/speedos home and Coach reminded me of this as he started to undo the white drawstring at the front of my speedo. With the knot undone, he popped my cock out and slid them down until they were on the shower floor.

This whole thing started about a month ago when one of my members, Kieran, messaged me an invitation to come along and train with his waterpolo team. I had never played before but I swim three or more times a week and I have stated publicly how hot waterpolo guys are. Kieran told me that the team was short of players and would love to have me along. I was told that while it isn't a 'gay' team (there are teams that wave the rainbow flag proudly), half the team were gay guys and most of the other guys seemed very open minded.

When you think about it, a waterpolo player is hanging around a bunch of guys wearing very, very little and it is a full contact sport. Not the kind of thing that attracts homophobes.

Sounded like fun, so I got my courage up and went along. The first two weeks were great. I was proud that my swimming was strong enough to keep up with the guys, even thought I lacked the skills (ball skills - hehe) and tactics. Kieran was great and after each training session we would go back to his place and fuck like rabbits. This might have explained why I didn't miss any training sessions.

Under the water there was LOTS of touching, pinching and grabbing. Back to what I mentioned earlier about not being suitable for homophobes, this was definitely the case under the water.

Nothing very gay happened until my third training session.

Most of the guys in the team had been playing together for years and they really don't stop training much at all even though their season was starting just a few weeks after I started going along. The guys all had their 'team' speedo and I was keen to get mine. At the end of each training session the guys would give Coach their team speedo. He would take them home, wash them and hand them out at the next training session.

To training I wore my Turbo waterpolo style speedo and wore them under my shorts, I didn't need the change rooms as I just dropped my shorts before and usually wore a towel home to Kieran's place. The rest of the guys went in to the change rooms when they were handed their speedo from Coach.

On week three I was out by the pool doing some stretches before training and Kieran told me I should follow him in to the change rooms.

During the short walk to the change rooms, Kieran informs me that if someone is late or misses training, then the guys will jerk off and cum in his speedo before training. Wow, things are getting gay. My cock started stirring. Walking in to the change rooms was like the introductory scene of a porno, eight guys all wearing nothing more than a speedo, which was pretty hot to start with. What was even hotter, there was Coach leaning against the sink/basin jerking off. This was the first time I had seen Coach wear a speedo and he was wearing the same team speedo that everyone else (except me) was wearing. I stood there completely in shock.

Funny that this is exactly what I had always dreamed a waterpolo team would be like and now I was actually in the middle of it. My cock had come completely to life while I stood there frozen.

Coach's hips were thrusting and his rock hard butt cheeks were flexing and looked fantastic in his team uniform.  It even said "Coach" on the bum.

His moans got louder as he approached orgasm.

The other guys really didn't seem to be too concerned or even interested and were just going about getting ready for the training session. I was mesmerized by Coach's thrusting. And then one of his forwards thrusts was not followed by a thrust back as his cock starting spurting cum. Not on the bench but on one of the team speedos that was on the bench.

Coach wiped the last of his cum on the lycra material and tucked his fat, cut cock back in to his speedo. He turned around and looked at me, first looking at my eyes but then his eyes drifted down to my cock which was straining to get out of the lycra that was holding it in. Coach asked, really he told me, that I should 'contribute' because there was no way I could start training in the state that I was in.

He stood next to the bench and waved me over. I walked up beside him, my hips facing the bench and looked down at the cummy speedo. There had to be half a dozen loads of creamy cum slowly soaking deep in to the material. I could just make out the nick name of one of my team mates on the bum of the speedo, Rocky (Kieran told me he got that nickname because he loves to fight). Coach gave me a pat on the back and reassured me that it was OK, Rocky would do the same for me if I was late to training.

With that last piece of coaching advice, Coach put on a pair of shorts and left me alone in the change rooms.

I pulled my cock out the top of my speedo (the waterpolo style speedos don't stretch very much so I can't really pull my cock out the leg of my speedo how I usually jerk off in them). It didn't take me long before I was adding my creamy load to Rocky's speedo.

Rocky did turn up half way through training (I heard he had a genuine excuse for being late), I saw him come out of the change rooms wearing his cum soaked speedo and felt a little envious. Hehehe, I am such a cum slut.

My turn would come the following week, which is where I started telling you guys about this.