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#72
08-13-2014, 01:40 PM
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check out the TCU horned frogs swimming and diving!
http://www.gofrogs.com/sports/c-swim...swim-body.html go horned frogs! 
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#73
08-13-2014, 05:52 PM
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Speaking of odd names, when I was still working, my office was at one of the middle schools which had an intramural basketball program. The kids got to name their teams, and one team named themselves the Schmucks. I asked the PE teacher in charge if she knew what the word schmuck means. Not being Jewish, she didn't know that schmuck means penis. She was mortified and had the kids change their name to something else.
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#75
08-15-2014, 01:54 AM
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Another fine chapter, full of excitement (the race) and big-brotherly affection between Greg and Jimmy. And yes, SC has had a great swim program for quite a few years. And I love the hats and tee-shirts you sometimes see from that school, with the Gamecock name shortened to just 'Cocks'. That always brings a smile to my face. Of course, I doubt the men's swim team will ever wear suits with the word 'Cocks' printed right on the front, lol.....
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#78
08-17-2014, 12:24 AM
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Part 11
Paul and Jimmy walked over to the Boston Sports Club on Boylston Street, just a few blocks from the Marathon finish line. It was a short walk from the Marriott at Copley and Paul knew they had a lap pool. Paul paid the one day fee for both Jimmy and him. The two guys got a solid hour in the pool together, shorter than what Jimmy usually swam, but long enough for Paul. Jimmy was happy to just get some swim time. Paul watched as Jimmy did his laps. The kid was pretty good, not nearly at the level of Paul’s own son when he was Jimmy’s age, but certainly very good for a swimmer who just started a couple months ago.
“You want to change and do some weights?” Paul asked. “Never done those before, Sir,” Jimmy replied. Paul smiled at Jimmy. “Jimmy, please stop calling me Sir, you make me feel old,” Paul replied. “Sorry,” Jimmy answered. The two guys got out of the pool, Paul up the ladder, Jimmy showed off his Greg inspired one handed leap. Paul had on a black Speedo square cut, which fit his older body well. He was in great shape, a tiny bit of excess weight around his waist, but very slight. Jimmy had on a Nike swim brief that Greg had bought him at the swim shop, it was a blue print. It fit his body tight, and he looked fantastic in it. Jimmy was even showing the signs of real abs, not yet all six, but two for sure and two more emerging. In the locker room, Jimmy swapped his swimsuit for the blue swim shorts he had from his early swimming days. They would have to double as workout shorts. Paul pulled on a long legged pair of Reebok shorts. For the next thirty minutes the two guys did a circuit on six different machines. It was the first time Jimmy had ever tried any type of weight workout. It was harder than he thought, and he was weaker than he expected. “This will really help your swimming,” Paul explained. “We’ll take it slow today, but maybe you can start including some weight work in your swim practice.” By the time they were done, Jimmy’s arms felt like lead weights. On the way back to the hotel they ventured past the marathon finish line. It was still very early, the streets and roads were clear. Jimmy walked out and stood on the wide painted “Boston Marathon Finish” emblazoned across Boylston. One day he would cross that line for real, but at that moment he had no idea what the future would hold. ------- The final event of the big meet was the Individual Medley (IM). This was Greg’s showcase event. To this point he had a great meet, winning all but one of his events. He was ready, pumped up, and as well trained as he had ever been. A good show here and the scholarship offers would likely pour in. Even a bad show would not preclude him from some offers, but the big programs would surely walk. Greg knew the pressure was on to show well. Win outright was a seal the deal result. Second would also likely keep the big looks at the table. Anything less and South Carolina or any of the ACC and Big East schools were out. Greg changed into a tried and true team race suit for the big event. He had athlete superstitions and in his biggest races he always wore only his most favorite suits. The one he wore today was a really sweet print team swim brief that was a bold blend of blue and green colors. It was a custom suit made by Agon. He had only worn it twice before, and won both times. It felt great on, and looked far better than it felt. He walked to the pool with a mix of confidence and cockiness that could only come from an internal self assurance that he was about to fill the pool with his wake. He looked over at his fan base and smiled. A tense smile, but still a smile. “He feels good,” said Greg’s mom. “Yeah, he looks confident,” Paul added. Greg’s dad sat silent, biting his nails, literally and figuratively. Jimmy waved their traditional single hand gesture. Greg gave Jimmy a thumbs up. Greg was ready, so was Jimmy. Monique snapped a cell picture. She thought Greg looked so cute, so handsome, so athletic hard. She blew him the kiss first this time. Greg blushed and blew one back. Despite the tension he was feeling, he certainly was confident and in good spirits. Coach came up to Greg and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. “Just swim your race,” Coach said. “It’s just another day at the pool, okay?” “Yeah, coach,” Greg replied. “I’m fine, really.” He was not quite as convincing as his outward appearance. His voice almost cracked from the nervousness. He as also rubbing his crotch every few seconds, a sure sign he was edgy. Monique picked up on that. Just before the swimmers were called to the blocks, Greg checked his strings again. They were tied tight, double knotted. He might never get the swimsuit back off, but it was also not coming untied in the pool. He mounted the block, took his position and readied himself. One last crotch grab, as he placed his hands in race ready position. Jimmy watched intently as Greg edged right to the front of the block, exactly what he had Jimmy do last night. Jimmy played himself on the blocks in his mind. The line up of tight swimsuit clad, incredibly hot swimmers teased Monique. Eight of them all in a row. As swimmers go, the IM swimmers are all very muscular specimens of the male body. This race was no exception. For Monique, Greg was the hottest guy on the line. And he had the cutest swimsuit, with the best bulge. The horn was loud, and the swimmers were off. Greg nailed the launch and glided into the water in perfect form. He was about to swim the best race of his career so far. Jimmy was going crazy with excitement. There was no louder fan in the whole pool. By the time it was over, Greg nailed it. In fact, he swam so well, he practically had the race sealed up before the final segment even started. He beat his old best time by almost three seconds. Jimmy was right, Greg was the best swimmer ever. Both guys had an awesome weekend, Greg swam his most important meet ever, and he made them truly eat wake. Jimmy was even more inspired than ever. Monique was more in love. ________ The call came pretty late at night. It was the third call since the meet. On Tuesday night at about 9 PM. Greg was laying on his bed face-time chatting Monique. He was in one of his most favorite Speedo brand swimsuits, just enjoying the interaction with Monique, which was becoming a little steamy as the two talked romantically to each other. He had just showed her a body shot of himself laying there on the bed in just his swimsuit, from his neck down, every rise of his body displayed on her iPhone screen. His suit was fitting tight as his body responded to her voice and his desires. “I gotta take this,” Greg said, cutting off their romantic conversation. The caller ID said USC Athletics. He quickly answered the call, putting the phone on speaker as he flicked the answer option. “Greg here,” he answered. How he contained himself is a blur. Greg hardly remembered the exact details of the call, except that the caller was the swimming coach from USC. He said really liked Greg’s swimming ability, thought he’d be a great addition to their team, was sure that he was being looked at by lots of great programs, and hoped he’d come down to Columbia, South Carolina and visit the school. It was all a blur, it happened so fast. Greg remembers saying he loved the Gamecocks, and really was hoping they’d call him. As soon as the call was over, Greg jumped from the bed, never gave a thought that he was wearing nothing more than his swimsuit. Greg ran from his guest bedroom into the kitchen where Paul and Buffy were having a quiet glass of wine. “I’m going to USC!” Greg blurted. “This is so cool!” He grabbed Buffy and hugged her. Right before them stood a nearly naked Greg, clearly full of excitement. “Greg, calm down,” said Paul. “Deep breaths, what happened?” Greg sat down, bare-chested, clothed in just his swimsuit. He started to explain the whole call. Paul and Buffy never batted an eye at the near naked teen age boy who was so animated he was about to jump out of his skin. They had seen it before with their own son. Greg filled them in on all he knew, all he cold recall, which was about half of what got discussed. The key words were scholarship, swimming, USC and Gamecocks, It was by far the biggest program that had reached out, so far. To be sure, the five other interested programs were really great, but for crying out loud, this was USC! “You need to call your parents,” Buffy said. “This is big news.” She was as proud of Greg as she was when her won son got his call from Dartmouth several years earlier. By the time it was all done, Greg was going to spend two days in Columbia the week after he got back home to Connecticut. He’d get to meet the coaches, swim in the university aquatics center, and meet some of the team. If all went well, they would like him to sign a letter of intent right there. The whole family was invited, especially his mom and dad. It would be the fourth on campus visit he had lined up between the end of Summer swim and the start of his senior year.
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#79
08-17-2014, 12:25 AM
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Part 11 continued
Jimmy laid in the sun with Abby in her backyard and told her all the details of the swim meet. Jimmy had rode to her house after his swim workout, wearing his swimsuit and a short sleeve T-shirt. Abby had on a one piece swimsuit, a Nike brand suit that tightly outlined her body. She was quite attractive. They were laying out on a big blanked next to the backyard pool, holding hands. As Jimmy talked, he was becoming more and more wound up with excitement. He described in great detail every race. He even told her about his own swim in the pool after the first day of the meet.
“What swimsuit did you wear?” Abby asked as her eyes looked at his mid-section and the tight fitting suit he was wearing. She loved how he looked. “The one I have on now,” Jimmy replied, pointing to his swirl blue print Speedo swimsuit. “I like your swimsuits,” Abby replied. “I bet Greg looked hot in his swimsuit, too” she added. “Yeah, he’s a really great swimmer,” Jimmy replied. Jimmy had little experience with girls, so when she leaned over and kissed him, it took him by surprise. Her hands explored his chest as she kissed him again. He felt himself quickly responding to her. The two spent several minutes kissing and rubbing each other, until Jimmy had to roll over on his stomach, his swimsuit clinging tightly to his stimulated male anatomy. Abby rubbed his back as Jimmy laid on his stomach. “You’re cute,” She whispered, her hands exploring down his back and across the back side of his swimsuit. Jimmy had never had this experience before, being aroused in front of and by a girl, especially not in such a tight and tiny swimsuit. Jimmy stayed on his stomach for several minutes, enjoying the attention, but also contemplating his options. He was young and experiencing new feelings and new urges. His swimsuit was now very tight, an he knew it would show everything. Not sure what to do, he mustered the courage to change the situation. “Let’s go in the pool,” he finally suggested as he rolled back over and quickly stood. His suit was bulging prominently as he stood, Abby taking notice. He covered himself as much as he could with his hands and did three quick leaps to the pool, jumping in the water. Abby followed. They never went any further with their intimate activity, the cool water easing Jimmy’s situation. ----- It was the final day of Summer swimming for Greg. It was a short practice, mostly to let the team have fun, wind down and say their goodbyes. Greg and the other guys on the team smiled at the cadre of girls lining the pool fence, checking the guys out in their tiny swimsuits. They even gave them a little show, a line dance of sorts, somewhat along the line of the Rockettes. Twelve handsome, swimsuit clad guys moving left and right with a kick at each end. It wasn’t really clear who liked it more, the girls or the guys. Everyone seemed to enjoy it. Jimmy rode his bike to the pool, sadness in his heart as he thought about the reality that this was the end of Greg’s coaching. He got to the pool just in time to watch the last fifteen minutes of the swim team playing inner tube water polo. Jimmy stood along the bleachers and watched as the team went at each other, guys versus girls. Greg played goalie at the far end. Jimmy smiled when he saw Greg. Greg gave Jimmy an air high five. The guys goal was in the deep end, which meant Greg had to tread water the whole time. At noon, coach blew the whistle and motioned the team in. The swimmers all climbed out of the pool and stood in the warm sunshine. It was a perfect New England (USA) day, a few puffy clouds scattered across a mostly blue sky, a warm sun and temperatures in the upper 70’s. A gentle breeze blew out of the west. Jimmy watched as Greg walked over to the pavilion where the coach gathered the team. All the swimmers huddled close in. Some of the guys and girls who had started romances stood holding hands. Greg stood alone, next to two other guys. Jimmy knew this was his last time watching this. It was sad, very sad. Jimmy had worn the very first swimsuit Greg ever gave him. As it was turning out, Jimmy was a very nostalgic young man. He actually took time to think about things like what a swimsuit meant to him. He hoped Greg would notice. Jimmy walked slowly to his usual lane two, placed his drill gear at the top of the lane, along with his refilled water bottle. He jumped in, assembled his stuff in the order he would use it, placed a plastic bag flat on the top of his kickboard, inside a sheet outlined his workout. He listed as the coach talked to the team. Finally, Jimmy pushed off the all. Today he would go long before he got into the drills. Just two weeks left before school started and swim team tryouts were shortly after that. It wasn't Jimmy’s best swim. Too much on his mind. He had so much he wanted to talk to Greg about. There was swimming, of course, but he also had questions about the whole thing with Abby. Jimmy wondered if Greg would want to stop by, or was he just ready to move on. As Jimmy swam his laps, he watched as the team finished up the huddle and broke off to their respective lockers. There were lots of hugs. Jimmy kept swimming, trying to take his mind off all the distractions. “Focus on swimming,” Jimmy told himself. Greg walked past the top of the lane and into the locker. Not a stop, not even a wave.
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#80
08-17-2014, 01:33 AM
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What a great story. I hope that the two of them will have a chance to say goodbye.
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