The Tornados

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Note: This is the continuation of the string from "we need a new story". I started a new string to change the subject line to reflect the story. Anyone can contribute, just pick up on the chapter and run with it. However, since the characters in the story are high school age, please avoid direct and descriptive sexual acts or events due to the age. .



“Well, this is the big day,” Jimmy thought to himself as he woke up. The team had practiced for a couple weeks, today was their first swim meet. A small meet against cross town rival Riverside High School. A pep rally at 2:00 PM would lead off the event, followed by the meet at 4 PM. Jimmy was so excited he was about to jump out of his own skin.

“Hey dude, big day!” Bryan texted Jimmy. “Get on your swimsuit!” he texted a few seconds later.

“Packing it now,” Jimmy texted back.

The team meet suits were really amazing looking. They looked much like the practice suits, but they were more sleek, a tighter fit. Coach handed them out a few days ago, two per swimmer, and they swam in them yesterday for a short practice. The suits fit tighter and snugger than the practice suits, but Jimmy was past freaking out over the small size. He was now used to the tiny swim briefs, in fact he had grown to like them, even around girls. Maybe, especially around girls.

“Hey Nick, you up?” Jimmy texted. Jimmy smiled at the image of Nick in his tiny suit.

“Yup, barely,” came the reply. “I like no practice, We need to have more meets.” Nick added. Texting seemed to be the way everyone communicated.

Bryan stood in the bathroom, fresh out of the shower, his dark hair looked like a hurricane went through it, his face pink from the hot shower. He slipped on the race day team suit, admired himself in the mirror. He let the strings hand down, positioned himself perfectly into what he thought was a hot and sexy pose, his display somewhat aroused by the activity. His workouts were giving his upper body real definition, and he actually was showing some abs. He smiled at how hot he looked. When he was sure all was perfect, Bryan snapped a selfie through the mirror, the kind where you can see the camera. “Perfect!” he not so modestly thought to himself as he admired his own picture.

“Good morning Steph,” he texted as he sent the self picture zooming through cyberspace to seek out her phone. It was as close to “sexting” as Bryan could get without being illegal. “Ready for the big meet!” he added. He just as quickly slipped back out of the suit, cleaned up his hair, shaved the few straggling follicles from his chest and legs. He was ready to swim except for the seven hours of school that seemed to get in the way. The picture would end up on Steph’s face book page under the heading “Bryan showing off his stuff.”

“Hey dudes, don’t forget the pep rally today, wear your swim team shirts” Nick texted Bryan and Jimmy.

“Oh yeah, thanks,” Jimmy shot back,

“And you swimsuits…lol” Bryan texted to both of them. There was some truth in his tease.

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Despite the rules about texting in class, plans for the pep rally were set by a series of text messages between the swim team guys throughout the morning. Not much real learning was going on, but the scheme concocted for the rally would be talked about for weeks after. The rally was to celebrate the late Fall sports, mainly basketball, but the rest of the teams were included. With all the focus on the basketball team, the swim teams usually got lost in the commotion, but for their brief moment in the spot light. Not this year. At lunch the guys all gathered in the locker room near the pool. They had commandeered several thick black magic markers. They quickly shed their shirts and began to use the markers to decorate their chests, all part of the plan.

“You sure we should do this?” one of the guys asked.

“It will be awesome!” Nick answered.

“Yeah, but coach might get pissed or we could get expelled,” said George, another swimmer.

“How can we get expelled, we are going to be wearing our team uniform, and nothing we are doing is bad,” Bryan chimed in. “Are we doing this or not?”

The guys all did a team huddle and grouped hands in solidarity. “Tornadoes” they chanted.

It took about ten minutes of work, but when they were done, the theme was set, the plans made. “All right, we meet back here ten minutes before the rally to get changed,” came the direction from the team captain, a senior swimmer known for his mischievous side.

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The music was loud, the students packed the gym, both sides, spilling onto the floor. The teams were being introduced one by one. The swim team was last to go. The girls and guys would be introduced together, the girls would enter from the south side of the gym, the guys from the north. Both teams were decked out in their “Tornados” shirts, the guys in navy blue with white, the girls in white with blue. The guys had on their tear away nylon pants, the girls had on cropped leg shorts, both in dark blue.

“And now, the power of the pool, here comes your swim team…. The Tornados” came the announcement. The guys ran out in near perfect unison to the girls and they met in the middle. The lead guy motioned to the lead girl to do a swirl meeting, so they ran directly past each other and then circled around before lining up, the girls faced one side of the gym, the guys the other. It was their moment.

“Are your ready for some swimming?” the captain called out to packed gym. That was the signal. With that the guys ripped off their shorts to reveal the work of their black and red markers. They had spelled “Tornados R Hot” across their chests. Every guy had something on his chest, either a letter or an exclamation point. The crowd went wild as the bare-chested guys did a little dance forming an out facing circle.

“Looks like our swimmers had some extra plans,” the announced said, caught off guard by the unscripted action. “Let’s give them a big “Eastside High call out!” It was perfect. As the guys did their dance, “Go” came the command from the team captain. With that, the guys each grabbed the front of their pants and ripped them off, to reveal themselves in their team white swimsuits, the ones with the tornados up the center of the front and back.
The announcer was stunned, the crowd was wild. The girls were screeching at the hot and handsome guys doing the Tornado dance in their sweet white swimsuits. It was total chaos in the gym as the swim team stole the show. Even the girls swim team was lost in the display of creativity the guys had some up with.

“Okay, one last cheer for the swim team,” came the request from the announcer. With that the guys grabbed their shirts and pants from the floor and ran off to the gym wall where each of the teams was lining up. Every girl and a few guys in the gym followed their movement, catching more eye candy of the handsome and near naked swimmers. As they got to the wall, coach told them to quickly get dressed.

“Who came up with that idea?” Coach asked.

“Is he mad at us?” Jimmy whispered to Bryan.

“Not sure….” Bryan answered.