This choice: a men's bus with the collegiate swim team, "The Fighting Cocks", pulls over. • Go Back...Chapter #4a men's bus with the collegiate swim team, ... by: Unknown As the bus pulls up, you laugh a little at the name of their mascot, the fighting cocks. "Interesting..." you say. The bus driver opens the door and you see the coach driving the bus. "Sorry, the air conditioning is out on the bus, but we'd be happy to have you on board and give you a lift." He's a handsome man in his early 40s. He's got his coaches whistle around his neck and a pair of coaching shorts on. Otherwise, the coach is barechested and still extremely fit for his age. "Hop on, the guys will make a spot for you and take care of you in the back." he says. "The Cocks are here to serve you."
You turn sideways as you enter the bus and begin to walk through the rows of seats. The whole team is dressed in their speedos, bright orange with white lettering spelling 'cocks' on one side. The whispers don't escape your ears as you pass and they comment on your enormous size.
As you walk back, one handsome (heck, they're all really handsome)swimmer stands up in front of you in the aisle. "Hi, I'm Rod. Please, have my seat. The bus is pretty full with all of us on here, but we'll make do." You squeeze into the open seat and the Rod sits on the very edge of the seat, the only room left. The whispers continue around you.
"Thanks Rod. I'll have to find a way to repay all of you for your kindness," you say with a big smile. You hear a moan in the seat behind you. "Why don't you have the windows open on this bus?" you continue.
"The locking system is broken" Rod states. "And it's not getting any cooler in here. Not that we usually mind, we're used to the heat and well.. " he pauses for a moment. "...we're pretty much used to being nearly naked all the time."
"NEARLY???" you hear a yell from behind you as a speedo is flung towards the front of the bus. "COMPLETELY!" the voice follows up. Within seconds there is a flurry of speedos flying around the bus like leaves falling in the the autumn with the gust of wind. The bus erupts with laughter. "Come on Rod! you too! You're the king!" the voice yells.
As Rod stands up in the aisle and faces you. He gives you a quick smile as he peels off his speedo to reveal the biggest cock you've ever seen. You hadn't had a chance to check him out as you were getting seated. But now you can see him in full glory. His muscular toned body is well tanned, and apparently he, along with the rest of the team must not be lying about being naked nearly all the time, because there isn't a tan line to be found.
"It's pretty warm, so feel free to make yourself more comfortable and join the rest of us if you'd like." Rod says as he stares at your micro-thong.
Rod steps back just a touch as you step into the aisle. Every eye in the bus is on you, including the coach who is watching in the mirror above him. "Need help?" Rod says. "No, I'm fine. I can handle this quite simply." you say with a smile.
You flex your cock and ass muscles just enough to pop the last few remaining threads that held the speedo on. It breaks looks from the back shooting forward to the front of the bus hitting the coach in the back of the head. The rush of release of constriction and blast of air, give your manhood a boost to full erection. 3 or 4 of the guys within earshot moan.
"You're bigger than me!" Rod says flabbergasted. He reaches for it as you hear...
"We'd better find a place for the night to park. Men, we've got a long hard night ahead of us." the coach says. "And it looks like I've got me a souvenir." he finishes and he grabs the shreds of fabric of your speedo and drapes it around his neck. "And besides, you guys had the luxury of dropping your trunks, I'm still stuck in these shorts and sweating like a mammoth."
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