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My New Team Mates Cum On Me

Lying on the floor of the communal showers, I 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 teammates had all left the big open shower area, leaving the coach and me 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, and 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 wasn'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 though 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 ...