The Gym Teacher's Exam part 2
#2 of Gym Teacher
For his birthday Meizushi wanted me to continue on with the Gym Teacher's Exam story, and, since it's his birthday today, here it is. Happy birthday Meizushi! All the thanks for the story plot should go to him since it's my words over his plot. This is actually the first part of the sequel (God I need to learn to write less sometimes). I'm sorry that this chapter doesn't contain all that much action, but the next one will have plenty to get your rocks off to, trust me. So, anyway, enjoy!
The Gym Teacher's Exam part 2
as continued directly from the previous chapter...
That comment left a happy ringing in my brain as I slowly reached around the sexy stud of a cougar and let my paws give his firm ass cheeks a good squeeze... just so I could remind myself of what my hips were going to be slamming themselves into in only a few more hours. His eyes shot open in surprise at first, but before long his eyes and muzzle narrowed in a grin as I felt his large paw slowly begin to lift off of my side. I cringed a little bit knowing what's coming next, but I did nothing to stop his large paw from coming down and smacking into my own rear end - making me let out a little yelp as the slap quickly dissipated out in the open air. But, as the sudden stinging pain slowly began to fade, I looked up as the big cougar with a small smile on my face... and a somewhat large bulge in my pants at this point.
"I mean it," the cougar said to me in his deep and manly voice, letting me know that he was quite serious. "I don't take losing lightly. If you want to knot me tonight you're going to have to work for it!"
All I could do is smile and show off a slightly confident grin to the sexy cougar as I gave his tight cheeks another big squeeze with my paws. He let out a slight moan with the contact, and it wasn't long before I watched his muzzle lean in close to mine and plant a surprisingly deep kiss right into my own... which I gracefully returned of course. But, before the kiss managed to escalate into anything more, Marcus suddenly broke it off and detangled his body from mine, although we still remained in quite close proximity to each other for the moment.
"Now, we wouldn't want to spoil any of the fun we have planned for later, would we?" Marcus gave me such an alluring grin as those words left his mouth that I practically came in my underwear right on the spot. But, I somehow managed to hold myself together for long enough to give a small, almost disappointed shake of my head.
"Well then," he added, "you should probably be getting back home so you can prepare. I know that I've got a little bit of training to do as well to get ready. It's been a few years since I've raced someone of your level..."
I felt another blush coming on as I heard a compliment from someone I had admired for so long, and my tan fur barely hid the rush of blood to my cheeks as I stood there quietly - almost too shocked at what was going on to say much of anything at this point.
"You know the public pool complex off of Allen Street, right?" Marcus said suddenly, totally snapping my mind back to reality and away from some of the other places it was currently gravitating towards.
Once I regained my composure a bit, I quickly threw a small series of nods in the cougar's direction. "Yeah, I know where that is," I said finally, finding my voice once again for the time being, "I used to swim there all the time as a puppy... and that's where I first met you too!"
The cougar just smiled as he slowly nodded his head. "Well then, I'll meet you there tonight after the pool closes... say around 10:30?"
"I'll be there!" I said enthusiastically as I slowly began to turn around.
"Good," he said back with a happy little smile on his face. "Now, get going and get ready!" he said as he lifted up his paw again and brought it back down quickly on my backside once more. However, I was ready for it this time, so I managed to restrain my yelp as the paw made contact - although there was still enough force behind the blow to get me moving back in the direction I came from. I simply smiled back at him as I added, "I'll see you tonight," before running back off towards my original path through other people's back yards. The cougar had left me with one hell of an agonizing decision to make, and I wanted to get home quickly so I could decide what to do. Should I take care of my raging erection now, or should I wait until tonight and have Marcus take care of it for me? Heck, then again, why couldn't I just do both? A sly little grin was plastered all across my muzzle the entire way home as I thought more and more about it...
It was an agonizing wait as I sat in my room and waited for it to get dark. But, once the sun went down, it was even more agonizing as I tried to keep my paw away from my cock with only hours to spare before it would be called upon to be used again. I had already relieved myself once that day at the thought of Marcus, and I knew that I needed to save SOMETHING for him to enjoy when I shot it deep into his bowels... god, just the thought of him was driving me crazy! I tried to waste some time away with some mindless video games as I waited for the clock to strike 10:15, but even they couldn't keep my mind off the sexy cougar waiting for me out by the pool. I don't really know how I managed to make it really as time seemed to crawl along. All I remember is finally looking up at the clock and seeing it say 10:10. That was close enough for me as I covered up with some light athletic wear and made sure to pack my goggles and speedo into my small little backpack before bursting out my door and down the stairs.
Since it was a Friday, I simply told my parents that I was going to be staying over at a friends house until tomorrow. Being the fairly lax parents that they were, they barely batted an eye at me before giving me the okay. I rushed out the door in an excited frenzy as I quickly fell into a brisk walk towards the pool complex. It was a beautiful early fall night out this evening as I felt the slightly cool air brush up against my exposed fur, but the weather was really the last thing on my mind right now. All I could think of was that sexy cougar waiting for me in his speedo... bending over for me and taking my knot after losing the race...
Even though the pool was only a short walk away from my home, I hadn't been back there ever since I was a cub really. Once I was old enough to join the school swim team I instantly had access to the school's facilities which were way better than any public pool ever could be. Still, this place is where I first met Marcus so long ago, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't a coincidence that he chose to meet me here. I didn't know if he had anything special planned or not, but either way I was trying to focus on the race - as hard as that might seem to do when you have a raging erection. Marcus had one hell of a swimmer's body, and those powerful yet streamlined arms and legs of his could certainly push his body through the water with ease, but my hopes were hinged on the fact that he was a bit rusty from not being in a real aquatic race for some time now. With all the training I did for the school team, I really thought I had this race in the bag.
I let the thoughts of the race preoccupy me for a while as I walked in the cool night air, but as soon as I saw the pool complex pop up around the bend my mind instantly shifted to the sexy cougar waiting for me right outside the front doors. Once his frame appeared against the darkness, illuminated by a single streetlight above the entrance, I quickly picked up my pace to a healthy jog and raced over towards him. As I got closer and closer, more and more detail began to pop out at me as I stared directly at the hunky cat. He was calmly leaning up against the front doors in a t-shirt and jeans that hugged his body just as tightly as any speedo ever could. His muscles popped and rippled through his thin fabric coating, and I could feel my erection spring to new life as that sexy form turned towards me and gave me a polite wave. Passing quickly by the small pleasantries, I wrapped the cougar up in a tight hug once I was close enough for my arms to reach around him, and I gently took a few deeper breaths directly into his shoulder to recuperate from my jog over.
"Well, hello there to you to," the cougar said with a chuckle, "nice to see that you're on time."
"You kidding?" I said as I disengaged my body from his', "I almost went crazy waiting for this pool to close. There's no way I'm missing this!"
Marcus just chuckled a little bit before he said, "I hope you're ready to race, because if I win then things might be a little bit different than you want them to be..."
Marcus just let that statement hang for a moment before I finally came back with, "Oh, I'm ready. I'm always ready! You're going to be eating my wake before you make it back to the finish line." I actually didn't think I'd mind Marcus winning all that much to be honest, but I still was a fiercely competitive swimmer. Regardless of the conditions on the race I wanted to win. And besides, having Marcus completely under my control turned me on like nothing ever had before.
The cougar chuckled again, causing all his muscles to contract and bulge as I gawked in awe of his sexy flexing body. "Confidence is good. But, we'll see how things go. Don't start making any plans yet..." And, with that, Marcus pulled out a shining brass key from his back pocket and stuck it into the lock of the door. There were a few quick clicks before he was able to pull the door open and step inside the complex - with me quickly following in behind him.
"How did you get a key to this place?" I asked as Marcus began to make his way through the almost pitch black hallways with relative ease as I struggled to follow along. "When I came and asked about you they said that you hadn't worked here for years..."
Marcus, finally finding the lighting control panel, flipped on all the switches and momentarily blinded us both before saying, "Oh, I have a pretty close friend that still works here... A few close friends in fact..."
The way he said it and let his thought trail off implied something a bit... more than the original words he used actually meant I thought at first. I'm not sure if it was just my frame of mind or not, but that simple statement actually began to get me a little jealous. Looking back on it now I feel really dumb for it. Even if Marcus had multiple "friends" all across the country, I still had no reason to be jealous of them. Marcus was my early swimming teacher and my substitute gym teacher for a week... nothing more. But, when you've been dreaming and lusting for a guy for hours upon hours, your brain starts to do some crazy stuff.
"F.. friends here?" I said curiously and with a bit of hesitation.
"Yeah," the cougar replied calmly. "The manager of the complex and his new girlfriend are out taking a vacation somewhere in South America I think, so they asked me to cover for them for the weekend."
"Oh," I said, slightly ashamed already for going as far as I did with my thoughts, "I see.." I added in unconvincingly. "That's cool! So we get the pool all to ourselves for the night?"
My attempt at showing how excited I was to have the pool just between Marcus and I was slightly overshadowed by my strange response before however. I think I might have even blushed a little bit as Marcus looked at me funny and chuckled before comically saying, "Awww, is my little Ody jealous of all my "friends"?"
I could certainly tell that I blushed a lot at that point as I stumbled for what to say. This just made Marcus laugh a bit more as he added, "Well, don't worry Ody, this cougar is all yours for the weekend..."
I tried to smile back and laugh it off, but before I could even move I saw the big cougar lean in and give me quite the big, strong hug.... followed quickly by a surprising kiss to the cheek. As you can imagine, this threw me off quite a bit as I blushed more and tried to hide my reddening cheeks from him, but it wasn't long before I calmed down a bit and just enjoyed the big cougar's grip around my body. I had waited so long for this moment as I slowly breathed in his scent, and those big strong arms around me made me feel quite safe and secure actually. I knew I was in good paws with Marcus, so I quickly calmed my body down and returned the hug back... yet I was too jarred by my previous actions to return the kiss quite yet anyway.
All too soon Marcus decided to pull himself away from my grasp as he gave me a warm smile. "And yes, don't worry, we have the entire pool to ourselves for the night. No one will be in until at least 5 a.m., so that gives us plenty of time to race..."
This time I caught the true meaning of his words as they left his muzzle, and this time I interpreted them just like he intended me to. With a smile, I ran my paw down his muscular back all the way to the base of his tail, and I gave his firm cheeks another nice little squeeze before slowly separating my body from him. We both had slight grins on our faces at that point from the touching and kissing, but there was one thing present at this pool complex that somehow managed to keep us both from pouncing on each other and screwing right there and then... the smell of chlorine in the air. As strange as it seems, the smell of it seemed to trigger quite the response in my body, and even though I was ready to get down and dirty with the sexy cougar, I was also ready to kick his ass in a race or two. He might have had the experience on his side, but I had youthfulness and physical training on my side, although the cougar was by no means out of shape either. Yet, I still felt that I could take him. It might not be a walk in the park, but I was confident that he'd be bending to my will in a few moments.
So, with another deep breath of chlorine, and a good nostalgic look around the old pool complex, I finally picked up the courage to say, "Well, I guess we better get changed and warmed up. Are the changing rooms still in the same place?"
The cougar just smiled at me as he said, "Why bother with the changing rooms? No one's here but me and you..."
I actually felt a little bit foolish for not remembering that fact, and I was quite excited about the prospect of watching Marcus get himself totally naked in front of me. But, before I could even say anything in response, the cougar grabbed the bottom of his very tight t-shirt and slowly began to peel it up and off his sexy body in one fluid motion. I watched the entire time, entranced by the "strip show" the cougar was giving me, until he finally slid the fabric over his head and carelessly tossed it some ways across the tile floor. I continued to stare, muzzle slightly open at the sight of the sexy feline's amazing looking chest, pecs, and arms as he gently flexed all his muscles for me - grinning an evil little grin the entire time as he casually showed off his sexy upper body.
I'm not sure how my paws managed to make it down to the hem of my own shirt, but before I knew it I felt the fabric rubbing against my own chest as I also peeled my shirt off of my body slowly - much to Marcus' apparent pleasure as well. He gave me quite the stare as I threw my shirt carelessly over next to his and proceeded to show off my own muscular figure to the interested cougar - flexing a few times to really get my muscles to bulge a bit.
When the cougar had gotten an eye full of doberman body, and as another naughty smile stretched across his muzzle, he slowly reached down to his waist-line and began to undo the belt holding on his tight pair of jeans... very slowly and seductively I might add. It almost seemed to me like I was in a male strip club as the cougar softly began to sway his hips as he undid the belt and his fingers began to work on the button and zipper on his jeans. Not wanting to be a total tease however he made quick work of the two, and before long his jeans were sliding down his amazing looking legs before falling into a light blue puddle at his feet - leaving him clad in only a white pair of high-rise bikini briefs. The thin fabric clung to his muscular frame so tightly that I was amazed he could get any circulation down there at all, and his bulge was very prominent against the thin white fabric as his sheath, balls, and even slowly hardening cock were straining to get out of their tight fabric prison.
I really couldn't help but stare and ogle at this amazing site as I quickly felt my own groin begin to stir. Within a mere few seconds I was hard myself, and I could feel it poking out against the fabric of my own pants. I'm sure my arousal was no secret to Marcus, although I wasn't paying much attention to where he was looking. All that was on my mind at that moment was the prominent package and shapely body of that sexy feline in front of me. I had no idea just how long I stared at the cougar, but it was long enough for Marcus to let out a polite cough and say, "I believe it's your turn Ody..." Although Marcus obviously enjoyed showing himself off to me, I had apparently stared a bit too long into his groin for his liking. With a little blush on my cheeks, I slowly hooked my paws under the waistband of my athletic pants and slowly began to slide them off as well.
I put nowhere near the amount of effort into the show that Marcus had, but I didn't think I really needed to. The star attraction was plain to see as my pants fell to the floor and I slowly stepped out of them. There, poking up against my boxers, was a very nice and hard tent pole... all because of Marcus. I made no effort to hide it as I kicked my pants to the side, and I think I could even see Marcus' bulge get a little bit bigger as a result of seeing mine so openly like that. "Well now," the cougar said as he stared at the large bump in my underwear, "someone's a bit eager to begin, isn't he?"
I kind of blushed a little bit in response, but I managed to maintain most of my composure as I smiled and replied with, "You're not exactly Mr. Self-control there either..." That got a smile from Marcus as he opened up his arms and invited me into them. I wasted little time in accepting his offer as I ran up to him and wrapped my own arms tightly around him. Surprisingly, once he had wrapped his own strong arms around my frame, I could feel him lean in and give me a small little peck on the forehead as we both squeezed each other. I was a bit dazed after receiving this sudden showing of affection, but as my cock was busy pressing up into the cougar's groin I reached around his frame and gave his butt another quick little squeeze for payback. Marcus jumped a tiny bit at this sudden feeling, but he quickly leaned in towards my ear and whispered, "Don't forget that we've got some swimming to do first..." And, with those sudden words, I felt his arms tense up and swing my body mass to the left. I stumbled to try and regain my balance, but there was no hope of saving myself at that point. I could feel my center of mass shifting far off axis as I started to fall towards the ground. But, thankfully, there was no ground to fall on behind Marcus - only a 660,000 gallon puddle was there to catch me as I splashed into the calm and featureless sheet of water.
I quickly bobbed up to the surface before staring back at Marcus with a comically annoyed little glare on my face. He just gave me a sly little grin in return before he got into position and dove gracefully into the water after me. I made sure to give him a nice big splash when he came up for air, but I could only hear him chuckle a bit in response before he started a very casual front crawl across the length of the pool to warm himself up a bit. I took the opportunity to do the same as I gently stretched out and warmed my muscles up - taking about a lap or so of the pool before I heard Marcus yell out, "Now that we're warmed up, how about we go get changed into our... proper race attire?"
Being as close to the ladder as I was, I suddenly kicked it into overdrive and sprinted my way over to the ladder - climbing up and out of the pool as the chlorinated water started to run itself out of my fur and down onto the tile floor. My boxers clung to my body tightly, and, although my boner had gone down somewhat from all the swimming practice, my swollen sheath was still quite visible through the thin, wet fabric. And, my arousal only got more and more noticeable as Marcus started to make his way out of the pool.
The water fell down from his wet fur like gentle little raindrops as he slowly pulled himself onto the ladder and then slowly out of the pool. I'm not sure if he actually did it in slow-motion or not, but that's the way I saw it in my mind - just like in an episode of Baywatch as they run through the water. He slowly placed a footpad onto the wet tile flooring as the water continued to cascade down his sexy muscled body, mixing and swirling his tan fur up against his taught skin. He looked over to me with an alluring smile as his muscles contracted - hoisting himself up the rest of the way out of the pool with a sexy little smile and a slow-motion shake of his body. The water stuck inside his fur suddenly swirled into a fine mist, surrounding him almost like a godly-like halo of glistening particles which made him shine and shimmer in the pale fluorescent lighting.
After his arousing display was concluded however, he paused momentarily to let me enjoy the moment as his wet fur continued to drip slowly and tantalizingly down onto the tile flooring. Then, he slowly began to shift his body weight to one leg, causing more water to fall free from in between his hair follicles, as he began the slow and almost dream-like walk over towards me.
All I could do was stare at that sexy beast of a cougar as he took the few steps over towards me: those flexing muscles, that shimmering fur, that halo of sparkling water vapor, that... oh god... that large bulge showing through his soaked and matted bikini briefs... I'm not sure if I was drooling or just staring at him or what, but I'm pretty sure that Marcus gave me quite the unusual look as he passed by me. However, that didn't stop me from spinning around and gazing at his muscular back, his tight ass, and his tail as they all swayed seductively towards me. But, before I knew it, Marcus stopped his body's sexy little oscillations as he reached over to pick up a folded towel from a small towel rack. Too stunned to do much else, I simply watched as the sexy feline grabbed the cotton fabric and began to rub it against his fur - soaking up whatever moisture he could from wherever he could reach. I was more than happy to watch Marcus' body gyrate and move as he worked to get himself dry, but before long he slowly turned around and motioned me over. "Mind giving me a hand?" he said out loudly as he continued to dry himself off. I didn't need telling twice before I started my brisk walk over to the cougar.
Once there I quickly grabbed another towel off of the rack and went to work rubbing it all across the feline's back - getting all the spots that Marcus had trouble reaching by himself. I swear that I could hear him moan a bit... and maybe ever start to faintly purr as my paws worked their way over the toned back of the sexy cougar in front of me. Being the naughty little doberman I was, and not being one to pass up a chance like this, I felt my paws sinking lower and lower until I eventually felt the rock hard gluteal muscles within my grasp. As I gave them a slight little squeeze yet again, I heard Marcus let out a soft yelp of surprise, although he allowed me to get in a few more gropes before he finally turned himself around.
"Thanks Ody," the cougar said with a smile, "Now I think it's your turn..." And, with those words, the cougar discarded his own wet towel and grabbed a fresh one - quickly applying it to my head fur as he began to rub the moisture away. I could only let out a small laugh as I fought my way out from under the towel and turned myself around to show Marcus my own toned backside. I'm not sure if he heard it or not, but I let out quite the happy sigh as I felt those two large cougar paws begin to rub themselves down my back and over my needy little body. There was no way that I could hide my arousal now, besides having my back turned towards Marcus I guess, but I didn't really care at that moment. As I started to dry off my own body with the towel I had in my paws, I let out another little happy sigh and shiver at the strong cougar's touch behind me.
Marcus seemed to be a bit more composed than I had been, so I unfortunately only received a single small grope on my own tight buttcheeks. But, that simple touch was still enough for me to let out a moan which I had no doubt that Marcus heard. In fact, I swear that I heard it echo around the empty room. Nevertheless, with all four towels now wet with the moisture from our bodies, we were both finally ready to change into the proper attire.
As Marcus discarded his damp towel onto a vacant pool chair, I took that as my cue to slowly make my way over to my bag of equipment and pull out my favorite cherry red speedo. Marcus seemed to go about the same procedure, although he had his equipment stashed underneath the lifeguard's chair - somehow getting in here earlier to plant it no doubt. My eyes were locked onto the sexy cougar as he pulled out his cap and goggles, and then, to my surprise a bright pink speedo in his big paw as well. I was slightly surprised by the strangely feminine color choice from the big, strong, and manly cougar's part, but I am even more surprised when the big sexy cat turns to look at me and waves me over next to him.
Without even really I slowly walk on over to him, almost as if in a daze, and stand before him ready to follow any command he might have. Instead, I can feel his big paws place themselves on my sides before slowly beginning to slide down to my waistband. "Here, let me help you with that..." he says smoothly as his fingers gently wrap themselves up in the elastic fabric. With a small tug, he manages to slide the boxers down quite a ways - gently exposing most of my butt and a good bit of my groin, although my hard cock still refuses to spring free of its fabric confines. This wasn't an issue for Marcus however as the teasing cougar slowly begins to wiggle the garment back and forth - sliding it off my hips inch by tantalizing inch until my cock suddenly springs up and bursts free, sending my boxers falling wetly to the tile floor with a wet splat.
I did nothing to hide my arousal. Heck, I'd been doing nothing to hide it ever since I'd gotten out of the pool. But now that it was out in the open and bobbing there in front of me I couldn't help but feel a little bit embarrassed. I mean, the knot was already starting to form and everything as my level of arousal surprised even me. "Th... thanks," I managed to spit out before I suddenly felt very shy about what I was doing. I grabbed a hold of my red speedo and quickly slipped the tight thing on - not caring that my cock was still rock hard and poking out the top of the thin little layer of stretchy fabric I had to hide it.
Marcus just smiled at my sudden shyness as he gave off a small and barely noticeable chuckle. And then, before the situation had a chance to get truly awkward, Marcus opened his muzzle to say, "Well, that makes one of us ready. As for the other..." he took a look down at his own soaked bikini briefs which lead me to do the same. It only took me a moment to realize what he was trying to say to me, and before long I found my own paws wrapping around his frame and diving at his waistband - eager to strip the fabric off.
"Hold on there a second," he said before I could give the garment a good tug, "why not make this a challenge... to help me get these things off you can use anything you want to... except your paws!" It was at that point that the teasing cougar reached down and slapped away my paws with his own, leaving me stunned and confused for a moment. That is, until I realized just what the cougar was after. It must have been the sight of my tented boxers that set him off, because up until now he had maintained himself for the most part. But, as I got down onto my knees and pressed my muzzle close to the fabric, I found myself loving the treatment regardless of the reason.
As my front teeth closed around the wet and clingy pair of underwear, my tongue was quickly invaded by the stinging taste of chlorine - a taste that I had become strangely used to over the years. It barely fazed me at all as I gave the underwear a good tug downward and pulled them down quite a bit on one side. Satisfied that I could proceed no further from that one spot for the moment, I reluctantly let go and shuffled over to the other side of Marcus. There I clenched the waistband with my front two teeth once again, and another tug led to a good amount of Marcus' groin being revealed to me as I repositioned myself in front of him to go in for the kill. As my teeth tightly clenched the fabric one last time from the front, I slowly pulled downwards as I gently shook my head back and forth - getting the very tight bikini briefs to slide off of Marcus' wet groin with only a bit of a struggle. Down and down, further and further they slid until my nose and eyes were finally level with that swollen sheath and those large dangling balls. I paused for a moment, taking in the sites and the smells of the situation before I feel a light tap from Marcus on my head, causing me to break out of my trance and continue on with the removal of the undergarments.
At that point however they were basically free to fall under gravity, and so a little more gentle tugging was all it took until his briefs began to fall towards the tile floor only to land with a wet splat. He smiled down at me as he stepped out of his damp underwear - grabbing me by the chin and gently lifting me back up to my feet. I took the time to gawk at his finally naked body as he stood there for a moment - my eyes burning holes into his large balls and very swollen sheath. But, much to my dismay, he quickly stepped into his feminine colored speedo and before pulling it up and over his body to complete the transformation.
That didn't stop me from continuing to stare down at him though... not for a good moment or so at least. Quite aware that he was being watched by my eager eyes, the cougar mercifully let me get an eyeful as he even flexed a bit for me - letting the muscles pop out all over his body for me to gawk at. But, eventually, he had enough as he snapped his fingers to get me to focus back onto his own eyes.
"Alright," he said as he cleared his throat and shook off the little moment we were just having. I was so close to pouncing on the large male that it was driving me crazy, but a large paw on my shoulder and another loud clear of the cougar's throat caused me to focus in for at least a small moment. "Here are the rules. We're going to have 3 different races each with a different stroke. Whoever loses the race must do whatever the other one says before the next race, and the loser gets to pick the next stroke. Simple enough, right?"
I simply nod at this point as my horniness towards the big male in front of me began to fade and slowly began to be replaced by my focus on the swimming ahead of me. "Since we need a stroke to start with, why not choose the breast stroke for our first race? It's a nice, easy stroke to start with. And lets make the race a nice, long 200 meters to really test out our skills."
Again I just nodded my head as I silently agreed with the cougar.
Marcus just smiled at me before he slowly began to make his way over to the starting platform. I wasn't far behind as we both carefully climbed onto adjacent platforms and started to warm ourselves up a bit. After a few arm and leg motions, and after putting on and adjusting our swim caps and goggles, we both got into our ready position. "On my count," the cougar said quickly. "Three, two, one, GO!" And with those words I gave the starting platform a big push with my powerful legs and began to fly through the air - landing in the water softly with a lot of forward momentum as I quickly started my dolphin kicks. I broke through the surface of the water with a large breath before throwing my arms out to the side to start the breast stroke we'd agreed upon.
It seemed like Marcus was a bit rusty at first as I quickly managed to pull out to a lead. My entrance and initial strokes seemed to kill his own as I saw nothing but smooth water in front of me all the way to the end of the pool. I didn't let up and become content with my lead at this point though. I knew better than to do that. I had a good start, but there was still quite a bit of race to go. I powered my way all the way down the pool until I hit the turn, and only when I saw Marcus' wake on my pop back up to the surface did I let my confidence get the better of me for a tiny bit. I know that I didn't consciously slow down, but I guess a part of me relaxed a bit as I made my way back down the pool. After the second turn was completed however I got quite the shock. The cougar's wake was far more dispersed than it had been after the first turn, and as I took an undisciplined moment to look back I could just see his golden fur shimmering out of the corner of my eye. I really began to pick up the pace at this point, but try as I might the cougar quickly began to catch up. Before we even made it down to the final turn I watched helplessly as the giant cat powered his way passed me and took the turn first.
Slightly worried at this point, I pushed myself as hard as I could to make a perfect turn and power on through to finish first, but even though my turn was near spotless I could still see the cougar ahead of me as I came back up to the surface. I pushed and struggled as I gasped for air, but there was nothing I could do at this point. The big feline cut through the water like a dolphin as he easily put a couple of lengths of distance between us both down the final stretch. All I could do was watch him reach out for the wall and almost effortlessly glide in for the victory. I gave myself one last stroke at that point before I let the momentum carry me over to the wall - touching in a few seconds after the cougar.
As I slowly brought my gasping head out of the water, I gave a look of disbelief over to Marcus as I just gently held on to the wall. The big cat's breath had barely even begun to deepen as he floated there - turning around and looking at me with quite the confident grin on his face. "Well, although there are no official judges here, I believe I won that one. What do you think?" He asked with a small little grin forming on his face.
"You... you're fast," I said as I struggled to catch my breath for a moment.
The cougar just chuckled for a moment before smiling, "I guess that means that you second my victory." He gave a small slide against the wall and slowly began to swim towards the ladder. "And, if I remember our bet right, that means that you have to do whatever I say before the next race," he said before reaching the ladder and slowly beginning to step out of the pool.
His gorgeous body and dripping fur would've aroused me more if I wasn't too busy mulling over my recent defeat. Maybe I had just underestimated the cougar, or maybe he was just really good at the breast stroke... Either way, it was quite the shock to me as I slowly followed Marcus out of the pool and stood there at the top of the ladder, dripping wet myself.
After Marcus handed me a towel and had allowed me to dry off, doing the same with himself in the process, he stared at me with quite the amused grin as he began with, "So, as for this bet..."
"Wh... what do you want me to do?" I asked a bit nervously, and honestly a bit aroused at the prospect as the sting of defeat slowly started to fade. I'd seen just how teasing the cougar could be while we were changing, so I really didn't know what to expect out of him at this point in time.
Marcus just smiled a bit more as he slowly took a seat on one of the plastic pool chairs. Once his butt was firmly planted, he simply looked up at me and said, "Ody was a bit over-confident, no?"
My gaze over him remained firm as I neither confirmed or denied his rhetorical statement.
"Well, you need to learn to never let your confidence get you in trouble like this," the cougar continued. "So, in order to punish the naughty doberman, he's going to get 5 nice big swats on the rump to teach him a lesson. And, just to remind him further, we're going to switch speedos so that you have to wear the bright pink one for the next race."
I was a bit surprised at hearing Marcus say such things, but my mind actually let out part of a sigh as I realized that it could've been a lot worse for me. So, as Marcus patted his lap and invited me to have a lay across it, I slowly and tentatively laid down across the muscular cougar's thighs and braced myself against the chair. Unfortunately for me, Marcus decided that he was going to make this a slow process as his paws first ran their way across my lower back and rump - teasing me ever so softly before his paws gently hooked underneath the waist band of my speedo. With a few wiggles and a surprised little gasp from me, the cougar began to wiggle the fabric around my short tail and down to my thighs - exposing my entire rear end fully as Marcus gave my cheeks a nice sizing-up rub or two.
I took in a deep breath as I felt one of his paws suddenly raise itself off my ass and linger in the air behind me. Marcus wouldn't have let me turn around and look at it I'm sure, so all I could do was remain tense as I waited for what I new was coming. The cougar took his time - letting the fear inside me linger - but eventually I could feel his body tense just a moment before I felt the huge paw come down and collide with the flesh surrounding my tail bone. An extremely loud *CRACK* echoed throughout the empty pool hall as our combined fleshes met in a violent impact, and it was quickly followed by a pained yelp from my muzzle which had to be just as loud as the slap itself. And that wasn't it for my vocal additions either. As the paw slowly rubbed into my now stinging ass, I let out a few whimpers only a canine could truly muster before the paw began to raise itself again. "One," Marcus said calmly as I could only imagine his paw reaching it's maximum arch once again. He let it loiter there throughout my soft whimpering before I felt his body tense again.
The second strike was no easier than the first as another powerful crack echoed throughout the complex, and this one might have been even worse than the first because I knew what was coming this time, and he managed to hit me in almost the exact same spot once again. A loud yelp along with a few painful howls spewed out from my muzzle and joined the echoing crack inside the hollow pool complex as that big paw came down on me once again. This time however, Marcus took a slight break to gently knead and rub away the stinging feeling in my ass for a moment as his paw slowly groped and caressed my sore and reddening cheek. However, we still had three more to go, and I think Marcus was quite anxious to get back to the race. Before long he raised his paw up again and calmly said, "Two" as I braced for the next impact.
Thankfully, the feline's large paw decided to change it's course and target my other ass cheek - slamming into it with all the fury of the first two shots but hitting brand new flesh this time. While this surprised me, and I let out another loud yelp in the process, the new stinging was a bit less then just after my first slap - most likely because it was now spread out across both butt cheeks. But, Marcus didn't really let me wallow in this new feeling very much before he lifted his paw up once again and dominantly said, "Three." Almost as soon as those words were out of his mouth, I felt the paw start flying down again before landing back on the same cheek it hit last time - causing my body to shake a bit as a yelp as a few whimpers once again escaped from my muzzle on contact. However, I took solace in the fact that there was only one more slap to go, and I tried to hold on as tightly as I could to prepare for that.
Marcus didn't give it to me easy though. After raising his paw up high and counting off "Four" hits to my rump, he let his paw stay there and linger as I tried to prepare for the blow. I knew it was probably going to be the hardest one of them all, but I had no idea which cheek he'd be aiming at for his final swipe at my rear. And it certainly didn't help that he held me in suspense for what literally seemed like a minute or so. But, just as I was about to turn my head back and give him a pleading look to finish the job, I felt his thighs tense up as his paw came screaming in - making a *CRACK* against my rear end so loud that it left my ears ringing for a moment... at least I think it was the actual sound. He had hit up against the cheek that he had first used which I had least expected of all, and my loud yip, howl, and whining moan of pain let him know it as my muzzle tensed up tightly and let out a small hiss of pain.
"And five," the cougar said before giving my reddening cheeks a few small rubs to ease the burning sensation and gently sliding my red speedo the rest of the way off my legs. There I lay: naked across the cougar's legs as my ass tried to recover from the minor beating it had just gotten. Soon enough though the pain began to dissipate as Marcus continued his gentle rubbing, and within a few moments he gently stood me back up onto my feet. Once I was off of him, he wasted little time in standing up himself and quickly sliding his own speedo down - revealing the tip of his pink cock as it poked out of his own sheath. I stared at that member intensely until Marcus crouched down to pick up my own red speedo from the tile floor. He quickly thrust his foot paw through one hole and then the other before sliding the thin and stretchy fabric up over his package - cutting off my line of sight to the object of my desire.
Once my gaze was broken, I looked up at the big cat kind of dazed, as if I wasn't sure what to do after losing the race, getting beaten with his paw, and watching him cover himself up. Luckily, the cougar had me covered as he began to dangle the bright pink speedo in front of my muzzle. "Don't forget Ody," he said as the fabric slowly swayed back and forth. As a grin crept across his own face, one of my paws reached out and regretfully took the very feminine garment from him. I stepped in one leg hole, and then the other before sliding it up tight around my own package.
"There we go," Marcus said with a small smile, "you look cuter already." I brushed off his small comment as I simply stood there silently, slowly letting my mind focus back in on the task at hand. We had another race to run, and I was going to beat the cougar and make him my bitch this time.
As I was focusing back in on the task at hand, the cougar just laughed at his own joke before finally saying, "Alright, I guess it's time to get going. We've got another race to run... and the loser gets to choose the next stroke."
"Alright," I said quickly as I perked up at the chance to stack the odds in my favor, "how about we go for the butterfly on this one?"
"Butterfly sounds good to me," Marcus said with a smile as he slowly began to lead the way over to the starting blocks again. As we both climbed onto the same ones we started with last time, I tried hard to focus in on the race at hand. He had beaten me once, but I was overconfident like he said. This time I wasn't about to give him an inch of room. I was going to push hard until the end and that would be that.
As we both crouched down into position and adjusted our caps and goggles, my mind was incredibly focused on the task at hand: winning - not on the pink speedo I was wearing, not on the sexy cougar next to me, and not on what I would do to him when I won. Just plain and simply winning. It's what I had to do, and my trained athletic mind had only a moderate amount of trouble actually doing it. Winning was the most amazing feeling ever, especially when you could come back to beat someone who had just beaten you. And I was going to give it everything I had to feel that feeling in a minute or two.
Marcus slowly began to start the countdown again. "Three, two, one, GO!" And, as that last word shot out of his mouth, I felt the tension stored up in my legs suddenly get released as I flew through the air once more. My entrance into the water and my dolphin kicks afterwards were as good as I had ever gotten them before, and as I popped up from the water I could see empty pool all around me again. But, this time I didn't care. I drove on as my arms propelled me out of the water for a breath - beginning my stroke at a fast but steady pace.
Down to the first turn I had absolutely no problems. I was able to maintain my pace and leave Marcus in my wake. But, I didn't let that slow me down during my second trip of the pool. If anything, I even increased my pace to make sure that Marcus stayed behind me. As I took the second turn he was still a decent ways back, but I didn't take much time to really notice however. I was focused and I was pushing hard, not caring where Marcus was now. I began to feel the burn setting in during my third trip down the length of the pool, but it was nothing I hadn't felt before. I was well adapted to fighting through the pain of exertion, and I continued to push myself as hard as I knew I could.
But then, the third turn changed everything. Up until now I had known that Marcus was behind me whenever I made a turn, and I had kept my gaze focused on the far wall of the pool as I continued my strokes. Coming into the third turn I knew that he was still behind me, but I didn't realize how close he was until I popped back up out of the third turn. All of a sudden there was that mass of golden shimmering fur as the cougar swam up beside me... and quickly began to pass me with a burst of speed that came out of nowhere. I struggled hard to maintain my composure, but when you see someone pulling away from you like that, almost effortlessly, it makes it quite difficult to do. I'm not sure if I managed to maintain my pace or not... all I know is that I watched in defeat as that cougar pressed his paw up against the pool wall a good second before I made my final dive for it.
I came up gasping for air once again as my lungs heaved in the humid air of the pool complex. But, almost like a small partial victory for me, I also watched as the cougar took his own deep breaths - his calm air on the situation slowly eroding away out from under him. "That was a good one..." he said between his heavy breaths. "I thought you had me there for a moment, but I'm pretty sure I pulled it out in the end."
He looked to me for a confirmation of his victory, and, by me staying silent on the subject, I think he got his answer fairly quickly. "Right," he said as he slowly slid over to the ladder, "well then, time to get dry. It looks like you're going to be in for quite the punishment this time..."
I could feel my ass being to sting again as I worried about how many more slaps it'd be, but as we both got out of the pool and got ourselves toweled off I felt something... different about his attitude. Something else was on his mind this time and I could see it in his eager actions. He quickly got himself toweled off and stared at me impatiently as I did the same.
Once we were both relatively dry, the cougar quickly turned and began to head towards the tall lifeguard chair in the middle of the complex. Without any verbal instructions on his part I began to follow him as well. The cues on his eager body acted like the only words I needed as it confidently swayed as he walked - knowing full well that he had won and I was his to use as he pleased for a short time. I was disappointed that I had lost for sure, but besides that little fact I was also quite curious at what the cougar had in store for me. It had hurt a bit the first time sure, but I would be lying if I said I didn't at least partially enjoy it. Those big, strong cougar paws doing as they pleased to my tight little ass... having me completely under his control...
By the time Marcus had made it over to the stand I had pushed the losing part out of my mind. I was now ready for anything he wanted to throw at me: big or small. We had agreed upon three races, and I was beginning to think that Marcus had this all planned out since the beginning. He was toying with me, and he knew exactly what he wanted and when. If that was the case, then whatever he was going to have me do would only be a small warm up. And, as it turns out, it seemed like I had hit the nail on the head with everything...
All of a sudden the big cougar suddenly turns around and begins to stare right at me with his focused and piercing eyes as he slowly clears his throat. "Well Ody, two down and one to go. Not as much of a push-over as you thought I'd be, huh?" The cougar just smiles at his own statement as I gently lower my ears and try to look away. He lets out a small little chuckle at my response before adding, "this old man still has a bit of fight left in him!"
I can't help but let a small smile pop onto my muzzle at the large cat - as if there's any doubt with that frame that he could beat anyone at any physical activity.
"But, I am starting to see a pattern here," he slowly begins with a smile of his own, "and you know what? I think it's my turn to start getting a little bit cocky here. I'm gonna go ahead and guess that I'll be the winner of the next race, regardless of what stroke you choose his time. And, I think you still owe me a good knotting if I remember correctly..."
I smile and blush a bit as the cougar starts to really delve into the real reason we're both here. It sounds a bit odd to hear it so directly from his muzzle at this point, but with each word he sends me further and further into my subby mode as his confident and dominant voice starts to seduce me.
"In order to make sure that I'm ready to take all you have to give this time," the sexy cougar continues as I fall deeper into his spell, "I've got just the task for you to warm me up with..." With those words Marcus slowly starts to turn around towards the guard tower. I'm unsure of what to think at first, but as the feline slowly spreads his legs wide and begins to bend over, I can feel my crotch really begin to stir. It doesn't help that Marcus gives me the sexiest little look back as he turns his head to look directly at me.
"I want you to get me nice and ready," he says back to me as he gives his tight little ass a very sexy wiggle. "Get me good and slick, get me good and stretched, so that when I win the next race we can get right to my victory prize. I want you to give me the best rimjob imaginable, and don't stop until I tell you to!"
His forward and dominant tone really struck something deep down inside me as I suddenly felt powerless to resist. Here the cougar was offering himself up to me - the thing I've been fantasizing about ever since the last time I saw him. Even if I had any desire to resist at all, I don't think I could've if I would've tried. The cougar's ass was so alluring... so ready and waiting that I found myself slowly advancing towards it without even thinking. Before I knew it I was slipping down onto my knees as I let the hard and damp flooring press up against my knee caps. I was only a foot or two away from my target at that point as I slowly slid the rest of the way - my vision quickly filling with my own red speedo and the golden fur of the cougar's thighs.
With a tentative paw I reached up and gently ran my paw pads across the cougar's lower back, sliding it through the wet fur before I finally reached the boundary I was looking for - the boundary between fur and fabric. Sliding a few fingers underneath the elastic material, I slowly begin to pull before my other paw quickly joins my first. With both paws working together the garment has little trouble in breaking its hold on the sexy cougar's ass. Little by little the waistband slides down and over the big cat's curves as his golden cheeks start to become exposed, and then a few more quick tugs are all that's needed to finally bring the cougar's entire ass crack into view along with my target: that nice pink ring of flesh trying to hide under the thin layer of wet fur. Not satisfied with JUST seeing his hole though, I give the swimwear another series of tugs, and before long I watch as his dangling balls slowly start to slide free of their support as well and hang there semi-loosely.
I gaze at the combined package of cougar ass, balls, taint, and hole as my own muzzle is just inches away now. As Marcus shifts his legs together for a bit to let the speedo fall to the floor under gravity, I lick my lips hungrily at the incredibly sexy sight in front of me. And, as the cougar steps out of my own red undergarments and goes back to spreading himself wide for me, I can feel my paws slowly begin to slide up his thighs before reaching his butt cheeks and spreading them out even wider. I waste no more time in extending my tongue, just like Marcus ordered me to do, and placing the tip of it right down between his heavy testicles. With a very slow and tantalizing lick, I begin to drag my wet tongue all the way up his large sack, up across his taint, briefly making a pass of his hole, and ending up flicking off the side of his lower tail as the cat lets out quite the loud moan in response.
"Mmmmmmmmm... oh yeah..." Marcus says as I can feel his body shiver in my paws. All I can do is let out a large smile as my tongue slowly slides back into my mouth for a moment. The pungent taste of chlorine is the first thing to hit my taste buds, and it greatly overpowers any other flavors the cougar might have had. Being as used to the taste as I am, it barely even fazes me as I spread the cheeks apart wider and go in for another similar lick across all the cougar's private parts.
Being more prepared for this one, Marcus just let out a light happy sigh when I flicked off the edge of his tail base once again. Not content with this reaction myself, I figured that it was time to start the main event. I slide my tongue inside my mouth to get it nice and wet with my spit before sticking it out once again and pressing it up against the cougar's pucker. His loud gasp is just the motivation I need to gently begin lapping at the ring of flesh, although I keep to the outside for now in order to tease the cougar as much as I can. He might have won the race, but the moment he gave me some of my own power over his body I was ready to take advantage of it. And it's not like he seemed to mind much either. His soft moans told me he was quite content with the act. But, as I slowly continued to make the outside of his ring dripping wet, I soon feel a large paw press up against the back of my head and push my muzzle down against his opening.
"Not that your work doesn't feel amazing back there Ody, but I want the FULL treatment," Marcus says to me as he presses my nose even harder into his slick tail base. I try to struggle against it, but Marcus really has me pinned in such a strange position that there's nothing I could do to escape his powerful grasp. The only thing I could do is make sure that my tongue was as wet and lubed as possible before slowly probing around for his tailhole once again. It wasn't easy as the pressure had shifted my head out of position, but after a bit of blind probing I finally felt the wet and slick tailstar pressing up against my tongue once again. As soon as Marcus felt this as well his pressure on my head was finally released, and I slowly begin to slide inside of him as he very quickly let go of my head with his paw. With a loud moan from him I shifted into a better position and began to slide in my tongue as deep inside his passageway as I possibly could.
This was just what Marcus was after as he arched his back, pressed back against my invading tongue, and let out a loud but low moan. His moans only intensified as I slowly began to flick the tip of my tongue up and down - teasing his sensitive inner walls and making him shiver in pleasure as my soft and wet tongue slowly began the large task of lubing him up and getting him ready.
"Oh yeah Ody..." Marcus said almost breathlessly, "that's what I was looking for... make sure to get it nice and deep..." he added as he continued to push his ass farther into my face - causing me to have to lean back and adjust my position a bit. I took the cougar's eagerness in stride though as I slowly withdrew my tongue - keeping it active and swirling all the way out as I continued to lap at his sensitive walls. He moaned out for me again, almost like putty in my paws as I spread his ass cheeks out wide. I let out a soft grin as I relubed my tongue for a moment before diving in for a few shallow passes just beyond the ring of muscle.
Marcus apparently didn't want me to leave this time as he clamped down on my tongue the moment it entered inside him. I would've grinned again if I could've, but regardless the spirit was still there. I had Marcus at my mercy now, and I was going to do all I can while I had control over the situation. Tight ass or not, I continued on with my plan with a few shallow passes just beyond his anal ring before I opened my mouth wide and dove my tongue in deep once again.
After another big moan and gentle ass shake from Marcus I began to go to work really getting him nice and slick. After a few more deep dives into his colon to prepare him for what was to come, I slowly began to slide my tongue out of his rectum - teasing him all the way as I flicked the tip of the rather large appendage all across his inner walls. He shivered and moaned quite a bit at this, but it was when I slowly started to push back in at the same pace that I could hear his needy pants really begin to intensify. Sliding back out and then sliding back in once again only increased this behavior from him, and before I knew it I had started to tongue fuck the lucky little cougar at a decent pace.
Marcus quickly became awash with moans and groans as I continued to work. He absolutely loved the feeling of my tongue sliding deep into his ass, and I quite enjoyed having the power to get him to moan and groan at my simple touch. I continued on with this treatment for a little bit, but I soon noticed that the cougar's ass was as slick and as stretched as my tongue and spit could really make it. I continued on for a little bit longer just because I enjoyed seeing Marcus squirm in pleasure, but before long I decided to take my chances and test out my newly found authority a bit.
With one last long and deep dive into his bowels, I slowly pulled out for the last time and began to go to work on the outside of his hole and backside once again. I licked around the rim of the muscle - diving just a tantalizingly short distance inside with the very tip of my tongue occasionally but otherwise keeping to the outside. From there I slowly started to go further and further out - licking at his taint and even his balls as I finished up with a few of the long and all-encompassing licks I had started out with. With one last flick of my tongue I pulled my maw away from the cougar's ass before giving it a quick and somewhat tame slap (in comparison to my own treatment). "There," I said after getting a lung full of fresh air, "I think you're as ready as you'll get."
I waited eagerly for the cougar's response to my "disobedience". I half expected him to grab a hold of my head and shove me back in there, but I was fairly surprised when he bent back up to stretch and then squatted down to retrieve his speedo from the floor. He turned around slowly, and my face was soon greeted with an incredible close-up view of his massive bulge - just aching to get free of its new fabric prison. I could even see the point where the wet tip of his cock was staining the red fabric already, meaning that he must have been painfully hard and leaking quite a bit at the time that I had stopped.
I gazed at his large member for quite a while I suppose, but I eventually forced myself to look up at the cougar's face to see what he had to say. To my surprise his expression was kind of soft and peaceful... kind of like the face you get after a nice, relaxing massage. Only this massage was quite a bit more intimate then any legal masseuse would be able to give you. "Alright," he started out a bit shakily, "good job Ody. I think that I'm ready for what I have planned after the next race. But, there's one last thing I want you to do before then..."
The cougar then slowly motioned for me to stand up, and I obeyed his command fairly quickly as my knees were getting quite sore from the hard tile flooring. Once I was up on my two foot paws again, the cougar's paw made a beeline for my speedo and grabbed just underneath my waistband. I let out a little shocked gasp, but before I could react any further I felt the cougar's claws extend and begin to tare at the thin stretchy fabric. It wasn't long before one side gave way, and the cougar quickly slid his paw across my body to the other side where he repeated the same task. Before I knew it my pink speedo had become useless as its tattered remains slowly began to drift on down towards the floor.
The speedo ripping was the last of my worries however as I was more surprised at what seemed to spring out when the fabric lost its tension. I honestly didn't realize it beforehand, but I guess I enjoyed rimming Marcus a bit more than I had thought. My cock was now bobbing in front of me in all its red veiny glory, and my knot was even beginning to form as my heartbeat could be seen gently pulsing the engorged member. I blushed hard as I stood there naked and aroused for Marcus to see.
"Well, looks like someone else enjoyed that as well..." Marcus said slyly as he looked down at my member and chuckled a bit. I could only blush in response to his comment as my cock slowly began to shrink back into its sheath - the embarrassment being quite the boner kill for me. "You should get that under control before the next race... you don't need any extra resistance while you're swimming naked now, do you?" Marcus let out another chuckle as his eyes looked up from my package and now focused in on my own.
"So," he began as my cock finally managed to slide back into my sheath, "what's the third and final stroke you want to try?"
As embarrassed as I still was, the thought of one final race to prove myself slowly began to overtake it as I began to think hard about this choice. Everything I had tried up until now had failed, so I'd have to come up with something a bit different.
"Alright," I said, pulling myself together and clearing my throat - the taste of chlorine and cougar still heavy on my tongue, "for our final race, how about we try the backstroke."
It wasn't much, but I swear that I could see Marcus flinch just a bit as those words came out of my mouth. However, that little hint of surprise gave me something to grab a hold of, and I let a small little confident smile slowly begin to return to me as I stood there.
"Is the backstroke okay with you Marcus?" I added with another small little smile after he didn't respond for a short moment.
"Yeah," he said, slowly shaking off his surprised expression and replacing it with his normal facial features, "the backstroke is fine."
"Good," I added back in as I got a little bit cocky for a moment. "And, since this is the last race, how about we up the reward and punishment a bit?"
Marcus looked at me kind of surprised for a moment before adding in, "Well, what do you have in mind?"
"I was just thinking that, on top of the loser having to do whatever the other one says after the race, we'd add something a bit more... long term as well," I added in, really working off the cougar's initial expression and hoping I was right about it.
"Okay," the cougar replies after a moment of thought, and right after that he plunges into another long silence before finally saying, "So, if I win, then you're going to have to wear a pink speedo anytime you get into a pool for the next month. And don't think you can get away with skipping out on it just because I'm not your swim coach. I have a few friends around that'll help keep an eye on you to make sure you honor the bet."
"Hmmmmmm..." I say slowly as I let the thought bounce around in my mind a bit. It would be a little bit embarrassing to have to race at the swim meets in a pink speedo, but it wouldn't be the end of the world. A few jokes, a few laughs, and that would be it. And, if I won...
"Alright," I said back slowly, "I accept your terms. And, if I win, you're going to be my swim coach until I win a gold medal at the Olympics!"
The cougar just let out a small laugh at that as those words hit his ears. "My, that's quite the long term contract there," Marcus said as he shifted a bit on his feet. "But, since I haven't lost a race yet, and I have no plans to do so, I'll take your little bet." His voice was so confident once again that I instantly began to regret making this deal. I mean, what was I thinking? He HAD won the previous two races with relative ease, and even if his backstroke was kind of weak and mine was kind of strong he might still pull the victory out from under me regardless...
I only had a short time to worry though before Marcus quickly added in, "So, now that we have everything settled, let's get into the pool and race! The sooner we get in the sooner we can move to the REALLY fun part..." And, with a small wink towards me, Marcus slowly began to make his way towards the edge of the pool before sliding in with a small splash.
I wasn't all that far behind him as I tried desperately to psyche myself up for the race. I mean, I had to have seen a bit of uncertainty in his face at first when I first mentioned the back stroke, right? If I had any chance in the world to beat him then this would have to be my race. It didn't matter that I had lost the first two right now. This was a new and higher risk race, and I was determined to come out on top. If I did... Marcus would be my swim coach until I won a gold medal at the olympics. I honestly wasn't sure if I could ever make it to that level, but just having him around to teach me a bit about his technique would most likely be more than enough for me. And, if he was around that often, then maybe I'd even get another go or two at the sexy cougar if I was lucky... quite the motivation for me to win the race after all...
That's exactly what I was thinking of as I slid into the pool to began my short swim over towards the starting wall - just what it would be like to have that sexy cougar standing there in his tight little speedo day after day as he helped me get my swimming times down... quite the opposite of a few other things... But, as I followed the cougar's lead and slowly got myself into position, my mind focused back on the important thing right now: the race. I had to win first before any part of this vision was about to come true, and as I adjusted my gear and got a good grip on the starting platform, I began to focus on in on the backstroke - my favorite and best stroke of all.
"Alright," Marcus said as he got into position a lane across from me, "On my count. Three, two, one, GO!" And, with those words, I quickly pushed myself off and up into the air slightly before arching myself back down into the water.
Click on over to the other chapter for the conclusion.