My First Time

The College Swim Team: Part 3

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The College Swim Team: Part 3
Ryan learns how to control his erections.

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When I arrived at practice the following morning, I

had almost forgotten I'd invited Coach Bradley to it. I'd undressed
in Dr. Wynn's office, as usual, and headed to the pool, expecting Dr.
Wynn to be waiting for me near the pool. I was half right. Coach
Bradley was also there. Of course, me, being me; well, I was already
sporting an erection.

"Hi," I said, approaching. "Dr. Wynn,

I told Coach Bradley she could come today. I hope that's okay."

"Of course, of course, we were just talking

about you," said Tammy.

"And your improvements," said Amanda. She

was dressed in a tight t-shirt, a thick bra underneath, and a light
jacket overlay, with sweats and comfort shoes below. Dr. Wynn always
dressed more conservatively, as she was now, in a blouse and velvet
skirt. Somehow, she made it work.

Wanting to get started immediately, I pushed past

them and said, "Well, I'm ready when you are, Coaches."

I think I heard Amanda whispering to Tammy, "So

he's always like that?" but I wasn't sure. Nevertheless, they
were whispering to each other as I took position on the block. Tammy
picked up the controller to the timer and set it off. I flew through
the air, with a perfect, long dive.

"One of your best launch times," said

Tammy, as I came up for air. I paddled to the side of the pool, but
got out quickly, again rushing past the two, minimizing the time they
could see my embarrassing erection. On the third run, Tammy stopped
me. "Come here, Ryan."

I didn't mind the conversations I had with Tammy when

we were worked alone, even with the boners, but adding a new girl to
the mix made me nervous. For some reason, this only stiffened my rod
more. Regardless, I knew better than to disobey Dr. Wynn's
instructions. When I was just a couple feet from the both of them, I
asked. "Yes?"

Coach Bradley looked at me in the eyes. With her

clothes on, it made it easier for me to reciprocate, unlike
yesterday. "Ryan, I don't think your form could be better. Dr.
Wynn has explained how you have improved your reaction times. It's
brilliant." I smiled, nodding, but didn't know what else to add.
"There is one thing, however, we do need to address. It's um;
your; well, your sexual state."

I started fidgeting, and the coach could see that her

direct approach to my problem made me feel uncomfortable. I wished no
one would mention it. As far as I was concerned, I couldn't do
anything about it. "Ma'am, I don't mean to;"

"Mr Feller, it's okay that you get erections.

However, the frequency you get them, and length of time you maintain
them, is alarming."

'Damn, she isn't giving it to me lightly, is she?' I

thought.

"As I was discussing with Dr. Wynn, your

erections are likely working against you; in the water, that is. If
you could get it under control, you could probably decrease your
times even more."

"Yeah, I've thought about that," I mumbled.

"Still, there's nothing I can do about it, Coach Bradley, and I
am not trying to be belligerent or stupid or anything. It's just;
well; it happens around girls when I'm naked. I can't keep my mind
off it, and that only makes it worse." I trailed off with,
"Especially with hot girls around me at practice now."

Amanda and Tammy glanced at each other and then back

to me. Finally, Coach Bradley said, "The reason we pulled that
stunt yesterday, with all the girls practicing nude, was to get you
accustomed to it, and to give you moral support. To get whatever you
need out of your system, out of your system, but it appears your
problem won't go away, even after doing that." I was sulking as
she laid out the facts. "So Dr. Wynn and I have decided to try
another approach."

"Yes, Ryan," said Dr. Wynn. "The worst

that can happen is nothing, but the best that could happen, is we
resolve your problem."

I looked at my raging cock, and then at them.

"Believe me, I have tried everything."

"Not everything, Mr. Feller," continued the

doctor. "In psychology, I learned a thing about risk versus
reward. I think we can apply those principles here."

I curled my brow, not catching her meaning.

"Ryan," broke in Amanda. "If you can

make it through every practice, until our first meet of the season,
without getting another erection, Dr. Wynn and I will reward you."

I laughed. "All the riches in the world probably

wouldn't be able to do the tri;"

"You can have us," barked Tammy. I stopped

speaking immediately. "That's right, Ryan. Coach Bradley and I
will give you one night of unadulterated pleasure. It's far more than
a young man of your age and experience deserves to have, but that's
the deal. Sex with the both of us. We'll be all yours for one night.
But no more erections until the first meet!"

I was speechless. I mean, the first moment she

mentioned it, I thought it was a joke, or that I was taking it the
wrong way, but they were serious. They were willing to fuck me, and
all I had to do was get my erections under control. How could I Not
attempt to do this? Even if I had to jerk off sixteen times a day,
I'd try it. I stared at the both of them, unsure what to say, when
Amanda said, "Well? Think you got it in you?"

"I don't know," I said, as I felt blood

rushing through my raging woody. With that happening now, it seemed
far-fetched that I could accomplish this task, but I was sure as hell
going to do my best.

"Ryan! We meant what we said. No more erections

during practice!"

I was at private practice now with Dr. Tammy Wynn,

and though I had somehow eeked out of the last group practice (where
we temporarily shared pool space with the girls) without getting an
erection, I had not prepared for this morning's routine in the same
way. My boner stood high in the air before her.

Just before I went to the last group practice, I beat

off literally a half dozen times, and while I was there, I dared not
look at the girls' side of the pool. None of them were naked that
time around, but it didn't matter. If I see a girl look at me when I
am naked, I tend to get stimulated. I didn't want to risk it,
considering the deal that Tammy and Coach Bradley made with me;

"Come, on, Tammy. I didn't get hard yesterday

and I had to; well; you know; and I have to again later today;"

"I'm not having it. You have ten minutes to get

that under control, or you lose the deal."

The deal was, if I made the next three weeks of

practices without getting an erection, Dr. Tammy Wynn and Coach
Amanda Bradley agreed to have sex with me. For a moment, while I
stood naked in front of Tammy, I wanted to stare her down, to
announce that she was asking too much of me, but she was too busy
staring at my hard cock and didn't notice the fury in my face. If she
hated my boner so much, why did she spend so much time looking at it?
I turned away, and stormed off to her office, slamming the door
behind me. I went straight to her desk and grabbed some tissues. Not
even taking time to sit, I began beating my meat immediately.

I was angry, but the image of Dr. Wynn staring at my

cock was enough to get me through my first orgasm. Knowing I would
have to do this a few times, I started thinking back to the time the
girls went naked at the pool, and when I saw Coach Bradley peeling
out of her clothes to demonstrate how to properly dive off the block
to one of her students. These images helped push me forward.

Ten minutes hadn't passed and I had already cum three

times. I was beating furiously for one more when the door flew open.
"Are you almost done?" Dr. Wynn barked, behind me.

"What?" I screamed, embarrassed. I turned

further away from her. "Please, go away!"

"Will this help?" I peered over my shoulder

and almost came again. Tammy was standing fully naked at the door.
"This is what you get. That is, if you get your problem under
control. Remember this, Ryan. It's the last time I'll show you, until
you make good on the deal."

I'm not sure what got into me, but I straightened up

and turned around, facing her. Granted, I was at least ten or twelve
feet away from her, but it was close enough. She perked up. For once,
instead of ogling her body, I stared her down and began stroking
faster. We said nothing, but locked eyes, as I jerked my stiff cock
for at least a full minute, and then climaxed, spilling my load on
her tile floor.

Fully beaten, I finally let go of my cock. Already,

it was sadly limping, overworked from the past twelve hours of abuse.
Nevertheless, I sent a clear message to Tammy. I was going to win
that bet.

The first week was hell. Every spare moment I would

rush to a bathroom, or some such isolated place, to whack it. It was
much easier to not have sexual thoughts when I was entirely sexually
exhausted. That, and staying on the boys' side of the pool during
group practices, while always avoiding any close contact with the
girls, seemed to do the trick. I actually felt weaker, and it
negatively affected my times, but I wasn't getting boners anymore.

I jerked it a couple times before every morning

practice I had with Dr. Wynn, too. Not with her around, of course.
She only did that the one time. While I engaged with her during
practice, I avoided looking at her. If I saw her eyeing at my nude
body, I knew I risked losing the deal.

Until the middle of the second week, that is. The

sheer habit of controlling myself began to fill me with confidence,
and by the end of the second week I was only masturbating a couple
times a day. I was even feeling more confident around girls, with my
newfound sense of control.

I was really tested when the petite blonde girl ran

up to me one day. We were only a few days out from the first meet and
she came over to pep me up about it. I can never remember the girl's
name, but I remember she was always bubbly and hyper. She was also
one of the few girls on the squad that went naked every now and then,
as she was now; which is why I remember it so well. "Hey Ryan, I
heard your times are getting better again. You ready for this
weekend?"

"Yes, I am," I said, smiling.

One, I felt great about the upcoming match. I was

competitive and ready to break new state records. Two, as my penis
flopped before the nubile and naked girl, not once did I fear getting
erect. I felt like a superhero.

On the last day of practice before the following

day's meet, I met in the morning with Dr. Wynn like always. I didn't
bother masturbating, and had no problems having direct conversations
with her while naked. My penis stayed limp, if hanging extra low. I
truly believed I had conquered the problem.

Dr. Wynn said as much. "So, Ryan? Are you ready

for tomorrow's meet?"

"Yes. Can't wait?"

"Can't wait to win the meet, or for other

things?"

"Both, maybe," I grinned.

She smiled, too. "We'll see. Now get on the

block;"

I felt so gosh-darned pumped about the upcoming

competition, and my newfound sense of control, that I didn't bother
beating off between my last class and practice, either. Instead, I
quickly chowed down the first decent meal I'd had all week, and then
finally rushed to the Nat. I was a bit late for practice, but eager
to win that bet.

I stripped naked in the locker room and barged

through the door, out to the natatorium. I almost fainted when I
glanced to my right. All the girls were way down on their end of the
pool, a considerable distance from me. However, I could tell they
were all buck naked, just like the boys. Just like they'd done on
that second day of coed practice.

I snapped my head back down to the floor and walked

the opposite way around the pool to get to the boys' side. My cock
was already a third of the way up, flopping like a heavy club, but
eager to rise more. If Coach Amanda Bradley saw me with a hard-on, I
was done for.

Controlling my breathing, thinking on my success in

the past days, I calmed down.

'I got this,' I said to myself. 'I was

starkers in front of Tammy this morning and didn't get a rise. Why
should I now?'

"Because they're naked;" I whispered to

myself, yet still trying to shake that thought out of my head. I
arrived at my bench and sat down.

Half of the boys were already in the water. I nodded

to Alex next to me. "They been in there long?" referring to
the women swimmers.

"A few minutes. Good thing coach didn't see you

weren't here. He's been buried in his notes."

"I had to eat, man. Been starving, trying to

keep up with my schedule. I needed it."

"I know what you mean."

I was able to keep my thoughts on the business of

swimming, and that kept my junk in check. In the first hour and a
half of practice, I'd warmed up, ran three sprints and a one-on-one.
Sure, I only focused my sight on the water and the floor; anything
but the girls; but the system was working. My cock stayed limp, and I
stayed happy.

I was even able to avoid thinking about how Tammy and

Amanda were going to be breaking my virginity. Had I thought about
it, I might have struggled with the challenge, but I knew better. I
stayed clear of any and all sexual thoughts, in spite of the naked
girls in the same room with me. Again, I was feeling indestructible.

But then, Mary Ellen Barker happened.

The first day I had discovered that men swam naked at

my school was the day I met Mary. I was as naked as I am now,
nervous, and hard as stone in front of her. When she stopped me to
introduce herself, all I could think about was covering myself, and
wishing the roles were reversed. I would have given my left nut to
see her naked.

On the one day the girls had been naked at practice

(before this one), I never got a good look at Mary. That was not the
case now. As I approached the block for the final run of the evening
practice, she rushed up to me. I couldn't help but be distracted from
the jump, and turned my head toward her. Her glorious,
grapefruit-sized tits bounced as she rushed towards me. "Good
luck tomorrow, Ryan!" she screamed. "We're all rooting for
you."

She stopped a few feet from me, placing her hands

behind her back, chest out, and standing on her tiptoes. Her body
rotated 45 degrees and she bent one knee slightly, in a pageant
swimsuit pose. She smiled and winked, as if she were offering me the
view. I felt it immediately, my penis beginning to react. "Thanks!"
I yelled back. "That means a lot. Good luck to you, too, Mary."

"Oh! You know my name?" She reached out and

grabbed my forearm, pulling me back toward her, while I was trying to
turn away. I wanted to get in the water immediately.

I pitched my head in the air, staring at the ceiling.

"Of course I know your name. You introduced yourself to me the
first day I was here."

"Oh, yeah, when I was with Sheila and Betty. I

should get them over here to wish you good luck, too."

"No, no! No trouble," I said, with a quiver

in my voice. My todger was half hard now. I had to hurry! "Thanks,
though." I started to turn around again when I heard a voice
behind Mary. It was Coach Amanda Bradley.

"Oh, Ryan?" she yelled.

I looked past Mary, careful to avoid her nudity as

best I could, to see the women's coach rushing up. At least she was
dressed. "I just wanted to say I started utilizing some of the
exercises you and Dr. Wynn showed me. Can't wait to use that
electronic timer, too. Thanks for getting me involved."

While Coach Bradley spoke, she stared directly at my

stiffening cock. Up until now, she had always refused to do that.
Then, she licked her lips. That's all it took. I glanced back to
Mary, spotting her fully nude form, then back to the coach who was
utterly doting over my cock, and in an instant it popped to action.

"There it is!" yelled Coach Bradley,

jumping up and down, clapping. Mary began bursting out in laughter,
too, and this caught the attention of the other girls. A natatorium
carries sound. It echoes off the walls. And the room filled with
laughter. I didn't know if the girls were in on the bet, or if they
had been put up to this, but it didn't mater. It was over. I lost.
Finally, Coach Bradley looked me in the eyes. "Don't worry,
sport. Can't win 'em all."

Then, she zipped around and strolled off.

With my cock aimed not two feet from Mary, and all

the girls on the squad watching, too, I just stood there, furious. I
think, by then, I had lost any semblance of shame.

Mary grinned big and winked once more. Then walked

away, wiggling her beautiful ass as she went. I later learned that
Coach Bradley wagered that Mary couldn't get a boner out of me. Mary
got a weekend without curfew or room check. Mary didn't know it but
it was actually a prize for getting Coach Bradley & Coach Wynn
out of having to be my slut for a night.

Somehow, I had to make this right;

Ryan loses a bet, but wins everything.

It was the day of our first swim meet, at home.

Clearly, this gave us an advantage, competing in familiar waters.
Other weeks we would be traveling, competing at other schools. I'd
discovered that some of the ones in the tri-state area allowed boys
to wear swim trunks, but here at home, none were given that
privilege. Not even the visiting teams. The girls, of course, got to
wear their school-sanctioned swimsuits if they chose, and most did,
but male nudity was commonplace and expected here. Just my luck.

I was still angry that Coach Amanda Bradley and Dr.

Tammy Wynn foiled the agreement we made. They promised if I could go
the entire three weeks, prior to the meet, without getting an
erection during practice, they would give me one night of
"unadulterated" sex. They played me, though. At practice
yesterday, Coach Bradley had the girls go to practice naked. Then
they tapped Buxom Mary to come over and flirt. With her hourglass
figure and big melon tits wiggling constantly. Her overt flirtations
and charming expressions. Of course, I got hard!

Now, I had to go through with this swim meet, knowing

I had nothing to look forward to. I'd been anticipating it every
minute of every day, up until I lost the bet. I was furious, because
I had worked so hard to get my problem under control. At first, I
beat off constantly so I would be in a constant state of sexual
exhaustion. It negatively affected my swim times, but I was still the
fastest on the team, by far.

Eventually, I had become so accustomed to being

flaccid around the girls, and during practice, that I began stroking
off less and less. Especially, the last few days. When the girls
showed up at practice yesterday, as naked as the boys were, I
couldn't help but pop a boner.

I felt so dejected from the ordeal, I still hadn't

bothered beating off before the swim meet today. I was undressing in
the locker room with Pete Wilkins next to me. "Did you see how
many people showed up for this?" he asked. "My whole family
is here. And that other team must be big, because the visitors' side
is packed, too.

"What?" I asked, dropping my shorts,

throwing them into my locker.

"Yup. And they invited the girls squads from

Both teams to watch, so they'll be staying on our side of the pool,
because there's not enough room in the bleachers."

"Why did they invite the girls to watch? They

could just stay in the locker rooms until the boys finish." It
was a valid argument, I thought, as I laid it out.

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