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Jon glanced at the water for about the thousandth time before he finally stepped through the glass door and padded out to the Olympic-pool's deck. Somewhere deep inside him, he knew this was a crazy idea. Worse than the time he'd tried out for soccer in high school, or for Beast Scouts when he was a much younger otter growing up around the foothills of rural Pennsylvania. There, the local river stretched out for nearly a mile in every direction, longer if it was an early frost like the year before, and it was his favorite place to be for almost all of his 20 years.

He heard a splash from close by him and watched as another otter, a sea-otter by her body shape, pulled herself out of the pool and shook off before reaching for a towel. She suddenly noticed Jon as she dried her hair, seeing him in street clothes. "Hi," she said, "Can we help you?" Her green eyes narrowed a bit and she dabbed at a little water working itself into her modest cleavage, held together by a bright blue bikini top. "You're not with the team, are you?"

Jon sighed deeply, "Um, no, I mean, well, not yet. I'm..." He stopped and ran a paw through thick black hair, gaining some composure. "I'm wanting to try out though."

The girl looked dubious. "For synchronized swimming?"

The otter blinked a few times and then shook his head. "Oh no-no, no way. I mean, that's just for girls." He ignored the reproachful look that came to the sea-otter's face and turned to the water, watching a few of the other otters swimming and diving. "I'm here to try for water-polo."

The girl nodded. "Then you need to speak to Coach Carlson. He's actually not here at the moment. You'll have to wait." With that, she turned and walked away, splashing a little water back from a long, thick tail.

Jon glanced after her, then returned his gaze to a group of boy otters swatting around a small ball between themselves. Every so often, one of the otters would grab another holding the ball and they'd both submerge, rolling around fiercely under the surface in an effort to get the ball away from the other. He watched one couple grab onto each other and sink all the way to the 18-foot bottom, getting into a pitted wrestling match, arms and legs in a tangle, tails lashing. A whistle suddenly blew and the couple stopped fighting, pushing off the bottom and following their bubbles back to the surface, gasping a little.

"Alright, not bad, Scott," Jon heard a voice from behind him and turned to see a handsome sandy-blonde otter step up beside him and talk to the panting couple, who were still locked together. "But Pete, you need to work on your strength a bit. If you let him force you all the way to the bottom like that, he'll eventually use that momentum to pin you. Then he just has to wait for you to run out of air and give up the ball..."

The one called Pete nodded sulkily and his companion gave him a brief nuzzle along his whiskers. "You were doing okay, Pete. Want to try again?" Scott puffed in his cheeks and dove.

"Wait," the other otter panted, "Let me get my breath b-" He was suddenly jerked hard and disappeared under the surface and Jon watched the two going at it again, pumping their arms and kicking their legs all the way to the bottom.

"Those two," the otter beside Jon chuckled and then turned to face him. "Are you looking to join the team? You seem strong enough."

Jon smiled softly. "Thanks. I'm...I'm Jon Miller." He put out a webbed paw, feeling mildly foolish, and was pleased when the other otter grasped it in his own and gave it a firm shake.

"Damon Carter. But everyone calls me "D". I'm Coach Carlson's assistant and part of the Dickerson Water Demons. We're 99-17 the past ten seasons, but we lost two or three good seniors last semester, so we're hoping a few new recruits will do us some good." His deep blue eyes studied Jon's sleek form carefully. "You seem to have a pretty good body. Strong legs and arms...how's your breath-holding?"

Jon grinned proudly. "About five minutes or so. I grew up around the Pittsburgh rivers so I spent a lot of time swimming."

Damon smiled, nodding. "Wow, impressive. That's almost as long as some of the top scorers we have." He heard a huge gasp from the pool as Scott and Peter finally surfaced, coughing uncontrollably. "You two okay?" He knelt on the side of the pool, and Jon watched the otter's bright blue briefs strain to mold powerful thigh and butt muscles.

"I think so," Scott shook his head a few times, slapping Peter on the back. "He swallowed too much water maybe...he had me down there a long-ass time. Then he tried to pull away from me and I grabbed him and held him down longer than I should've, I guess..." He looked worriedly at Peter as he continued to cough, stroking to the edge of the pool and hooking his paws on the ladder.

"I'm okay...I just...wasn't ready to stay down...so long..." He looked at Scott and splashed him. "Be careful, huh? We're both second-string, you know!"

Scott laughed, his humor returning, and his green eyes danced as he swam up to Peter, rubbing noses. "Sorry again...come on, that's enough practice today. Want to go shower?"

Peter held his chest, feeling the sting of the pool-water starting to leave his throat, then nodded, grinning. "Sure..." He pulled himself up the ladder, and Jon was instantly drawn to bright red briefs sharply contrasting dark-brown fur. The lycra material between his legs was bunched forward, hugging a thick, bulging erection against his crotch tightly. Peter turned back to the water to give Scott a helping paw out and the two embraced, their dripping-wet bodies pressing together. "Mmm...come on, before I get cold..." He looked at Damon and sighed. "I'll do better, D."

Damon smiled. "I'm sure you will. Run along, you two..." He watched as Scott slipped an arm around Peter and the two headed off, their tails bouncing. "And you've got 15 minutes!" he shouted after them, "Don't use all the hot water!"

He turned again to Jon. "Sorry. So anyway, yeah, that's really good. Did the coach suggest you try out or...?"

Jon quickly shook his head. "Um no, not really. I...I honestly was told I needed to have a physical fitness elective planned for my second semester and they gave me some choices. I didn't even know you guys had a swimming pool here."

Damon replied, smiling softly, "Well, we keep it in the basement. You'll notice, no windows, so you can't see anything inside or out. Less distractions. I mean, as you can tell, we don't actually play our matches here, but it's good practice anyway. Since you're not dressed for it, I assume you're just scoping us out, and seeing if you want to give us a try?"

Jon shoved his paws into his jean pockets, feeling embarrassed again. "Well, I didn't bring a swimsuit with me from home, I'd have to go out and buy some." Another couple of otters stepped out of the pool momentarily, waving to Damon before diving back in nearly on top of each other.

"Oh, no need for that, Jon. We have plenty of suits available here. I'm sure we can find your size in the storage bin inside the locker room. You know, if you have some free time..."

Jon looked at the water again and then back at Damon, nodding. "Um, yeah, okay...for a little while. My last class was early this afternoon."

Damon grinned and his blue eyes lit up. "Great! Well, hop on over to the locker room. You'll find benches and storage bins, and a shower room in the back. I'd suggest showering first so you'll be used to the water. Just come back out when you're all set, and we'll give you a try-out."

Jon nodded and turned to walk towards the locker rooms. He noticed a few other otters, male and female, coming in and out of separate areas. Well, at least it's not co-ed, he thought, with some relief. The thought of undressing, or even showering with girls present bothered him. As he stepped inside, he noticed a long row of lockers and benches along one wall, and several cabinets on the other. He opened up one of them and looked through various blue briefs until he found his size.

He heard the shower running in the back of the large room, and could smell the permeating scent of wet fur, shampoo and musk through the steam. Above the din of the water, he could hear one of the otters obviously enjoying his shower quite a bit. Every so often, he'd hear a few sounds of pleasure, mixed with heavy breathing. He sat down on one of the benches and undressed, carefully putting his clothes into one of the nearby open, empty lockers.

"Ohhh, that feels...so good..." he heard another moan, and chuckled to himself. There was nothing quite like a hot shower after a workout. He could already imagine dousing himself under a hot stream, and allowing aching, spent muscles a chance to sooth and expand. "Mmm...just a little bit more..."

Wow, he's really enjoying that shower...

Jon got up from the bench and checked himself out in the broad mirror near a row of sinks, turning around to see how the swimsuit fit. The lycra was tight but snug, and while it allowed his thick tail to come out from above the waistband, in front the material was more constricting, practically mashing his sheath and balls against his groin. He dipped a paw inside the briefs, cupping his sheath, then turned and made his way towards the back of the locker room to the shower.

As he stepped through the steam, he noticed several stalls available, with doors attached to each one for privacy. He walked into the first empty stall and turned the faucet, bracing himself as a splash of hot water cascaded down his dark hair to his shoulders, creating rivulets along his back and chest fur. He turned around in the steady stream, getting his tail good and wet, allowing the water to soak his briefs before facing the spray again and feeling the hot water run down his stomach and groin, before retreating down powerful legs to his webbed feet.

"Ohhh...yes..." He heard the earlier voice through the water and smiled, speaking up, "I know, right? I love showers..."

He heard silence for a moment, followed by whispers and soft laughter, and then an answer. "Mm-hmm...I do too..."

Jon shrugged and went back to his private heaven, turning the faucet back towards the right to get a cooler stream, mindful of Damon's suggestion to go easy on the hot. Between his legs, the water drenched his suit, and he could feel the wetness dribbling down his sheath in waves, massaging his flesh in the downpour. He looked down and noticed the sheath had swollen, and a thick otter-sex had started to appear, almost pulsing.

Where in the world did THAT come from? He pawed over the bulge in his suit, and felt the hard flesh almost leap from the contact. Very soon the flared, swollen crown of his shaft burst over the waistband, impossible to contain now. Feeling uncomfortable, he wrapped his paw around the hardness, stroking himself a few times. How did I get so hard so fast? He heard another whimper from a few stalls over, and the heavy breathing quickened, becoming hot, heavy pants laced with soft growls.

Cautiously Jon stepped back from the shower stream, opening the stall door to peek out. He could see the tip of an otter-tail several feet away but little else. He quietly turned off the water, waiting for his full arousal to subside, and then stuffed himself back into his suit as best he could, tip-toeing out of the stall and padding towards the sounds.

As he peered around the last stall, he saw there was another showering area, completely open, without privacy. Standing in a steaming, hot and steady stream of water, Scott and Peter, the second-stringers, were kissing hungrily and naked. Scott's paw was wrapped tightly around his companion's erection, jerking and tugging on it, while Peter kept his eyes shut, growling with each passionate kiss. Every now and then, he'd stop kissing long enough to swallow a mixture of water and his lover's taste, before parting his mouth again and working his tongue along Scott's in several laps.

As Jon watched, fascinated, Peter started to shudder, and his knees finally buckled. He let out one more loud groan as he sank to the floor, Scott kneeling beside him, paw still tugging effortlessly on his shaft. "Come on, yeah, yeah...do it, do it, otter...cum...cum..." Scott was almost begging, and quickly bent his head down and clamped his mouth around his member, giving it a hard tug with his muzzle until he could bury the full length inside his mouth, deep-throating him as he bobbed his head back and forth.

Peter lasted barely another minute as his paw reached out for the slick, tiled wall, his whole body convulsing as he let loose into Scott's mouth, one spatter of cum at a time, until he lost full control and fell onto his back, holding still as Scott drank steadily from his frothing cock, taking one pull after another, until his mouth was almost full. Then he pulled off of his spent member and spat out beside them, where the shower water quickly sent the tendrils through the drainage slits. He collapsed against Peter, panting wildly, curling his legs up until his own engorged sex could nestle at his hip.

Neither noticed as Jon backed away again, stroking the hard bulge in his suit, and staggered out of the locker room.

**

"Took you long enough," Damon teased as Jon walked back up to the deck. "All set?"

Jon's whole body still trembled from accidentally witnessing the shower encounter, and he took a quick peek at his front. His erection was still noticeable, but not as bad. "Uh...yeah, I...I think so. What do you want me to do first?"

Damon blew the whistle around his neck and the group of otters still in the swimming pool filed out quickly, gathering around the couple, some still panting from their practice. "Guys, I'd like you all to meet Jon. He's here to try out for the team." He took the polo ball from one of the otters and handed it to Jon. "Do you need a review of the rules, or...?"

Jon nodded wordlessly, suddenly feeling a little nervous around the others. "I really know absolutely nothing about the game, but...I've been watching everyone...maybe I can-"

"Alright, that's fine," Damon interrupted, "well...we might as well find out what you're capable of..." Without warning, he sprang off powerful feet and grabbed Jon around the middle, pitching them both backwards into the pool. Jon hardly had a chance to get a breath before the water closed over his head, and Damon kicked hard, dragging him down to the bottom. Immediately Jon had to clamp a paw over his nose against the pressure of the deep water, and he burbled in fright, trying to get his bearings as he instinctively let go of the ball to struggle. His butt met the slick, tiled bottom as Damon continued to kick, pinning his arms.

Jon swallowed a mouthful of water and tried to wiggle free of Damon's grip, holding his breath tightly. But the other otter was stronger. Every time Jon would get a limb free, Damon would only pin him again. Thinking quickly, Jon pushed back with his broad tail, trying to find leverage along the bottom. Finally he was able to push hard enough to get their two bodies to float up off the bottom, and Jon grabbed around Damon's shoulders. With every bit of his strength, he started to barrel-roll, spinning Damon around dizzyingly with him. The otter faced him, grinning determinately, and kept wrapped around him, crushed his stomach and groin against Jon's.

"Mmph..." Jon struggled again, and Damon started to grind hard, rubbing his growing erection against Jon's through their swimsuits. "Mmmph...mmmph!" Jon was losing his air fast. He hadn't taken a good gulp to begin with, and just being able to get Damon in a locked wrestle with him had taken nearly all his breath. He shook his head wildly at Damon, trying to break away, but the otter continued to massage his erection, the hard, strained bulges pressing and then pounding together again and again.

Jon let out another burst of air, and then felt himself suddenly huge, thick, pulsing between his legs, bigger than he could ever imagine. He let out a bubbly cry of intense pleasure as Damon slammed into his groin a few more times, and then he was cumming hard against Damon in several shaking jerks, globs of semen escaping through the waistband and crotch of his swimsuit, the milky white mingling into the pool water. Damon finally released him and grinned, and for a moment Jon floated there, not wanting to move.

What just...happened?

The orgasm had been more intense then he'd felt in years, so powerful he'd nearly lost his vision, seeing only shimmering blue around him. Now he just wanted to rest. He blew the rest of his air out in a rush against Damon's face and started to sink, completely powerless. Quickly Damon got an arm around his middle and pushed off from the bottom, swimming up with Jon in his arms until they both gasped at the surface and Jon let out a series of barking coughs.

"D! What happened?" One of the otters quickly rushed to the ladder, helping Damon lug the bedraggled otter to the deck and lay him on his side.

Damon smiled softly, panting, and sat down on the deck hard, holding his chest. "He's fine...he's good...got a great...maneuver with his tail. He can't...get pinned...that's a plus to me..."

The other otters waited worriedly as Jon finally got his breath back and sat up, wearily shaking his head. He cast a peek down at himself and immediately saw a few milky bits of his release still clinging to his stomach. He quickly brushed it away, feeling doubly embarrassed. "What...D-Damon...what..."

"You okay?" Damon put a paw on his shoulder and Jon shrugged it away. "Hey, will you relax? I had to see what you were able to do, didn't I?"

Jon turned to look at him steadily, frowning. "But...what about..." His whiskers drooped and he dropped his gaze, looking again at the water. "M-Maybe I'm not ready yet..."

Damon chuckled and slapped his back. "Of course you are! I never saw someone make a move like that on me. I had to practically break the rules to hold you down."

Jon trembled a little, remembering their two sexes throbbing with arousal, grinding and pounding against one another until he'd- "Can I go shower? I'm really not feeling too good. Maybe I swallowed more water than I thought..."

Damon's eyes narrowed a bit and he nodded, getting up from the deck and shaking off. "Come back tonight, if you want to, and I'll get you introduced to Coach Carlson, okay? Then you and I can go through a few more rules and maneuvers and..." he chuckled, "You can show me how you got your tail so strong, huh?" Something in his blue eyes flickered as Jon got up to face him. "You really did do a great job down there, you know." His tone was gentle and encouraging. "I hope I see you again..." He watched Jon turn and head back to the locker room to change, then looked at the other otters still gathered around them. "Well don't just stand around, let's go, Devils! 30 more minutes!"

Everyone around him groaned before diving back into the water. Damon looked back at Jon once more and absently pawed at the erection in his swimsuit before joining the others, disappearing below the surface and swimming down to the bottom of the deep pool to masturbate.

**

Jon wheeled the late-model Camaro into an available parking space near the school entrance and stepped out, immediately shivering against the nightly chill of March. He blessed whatever gods there were for his fur and the natural heating and protection it gave him as he walked up to the doors and went inside. But by the time he was down the stairs and standing inside the fitness center, he was still trembling.

"Jon, hey, you made it!" Damon was all smiles as he walked up to the otter and shook his paw vigorously. "Was worried we'd scared you off today."

Jon shook his head. "I'm good. It was just...unexpected." He brushed a paw over his whiskers and glanced around them. "Um...Coach Carlson isn't here?"

"Nope, just us tonight. I was actually fixing to close the pool for the night but now that you're here, you want to get in a little one-on-one for practice?" He turned away and walked over to one of the wooden benches, picking up a polo ball. "I can tell you a little about how the game is played. You mentioned this is more of an elective so you don't have to join the team if it's not to your liking."

Jon nodded, feeling a little better. "I appreciate that. So...let me just go get changed, I guess..."

"We had your old suit washed and dried already for you." Damon grinned widely and went to a nearby desk, taking out a set of keys. "Locker 69; it's got a padlock on it but this'll open it right up. It belonged to one of the seniors before he left us."

"Oh...is he playing professionally now?"

Damon's bright smile faltered the slightest bit. "Um...yeah, I guess maybe he is...we really don't hear much from the seniors after they leave the team. But, hey, life goes on, right? Once you leave college, that's it, man, time to start your journey, to whatever fate you're destined for..." His eyes looked distant briefly and then he shook his head, waving dismissively. "Anyway, go get changed, I'll meet you inside, okay?"

A few moments later, Jon was standing in front of the hot shower, pawing over his body and watching the water pouring down, turning his fur to a dripping, dark sheen. He felt across his trim stomach, tracing the six-pack of muscles there, ripe from his many years swimming in the river. The otter thought about the river now, the way he'd dive in and swim as deep as he could, staying on the bottom and just listening to the hollow sounds of the current, mixed with a few bubbles escaping his mouth as he held breath. It always got him so incredibly aroused-

He gasped as he saw the front of his suit. Sure enough, the tell-tale bulge of his arousal was already pumping with need, and he pressed his paw against the front, tracing the thick crown of his otter-sex, down the hard shaft and along his full balls. How did I get so horny all of a sudden? Jon thought about earlier, when Damon had taken him, and pinned him to the bottom of the pool, without hardly any air in his lungs. He'd managed to get free, but only long enough for the other otter to grab him and-

Rubbing his groin slowly, he thought about what had happened under the water. Damon had been as aroused as he was. He could feel the otter's hard sex inside his swimsuit slamming repeatedly against his own. It had felt incredible, that heat, that raw power and lust- He looked down at his groin, the thick, bulbous glans of his full sex almost free from the confines of his suit, pulsing, a ring of glistening pre around the tiny opening. He shivered and dabbed at the moisture, watching it mingle with the water and fade away.

What the hell is going on?

Quickly he stuffed himself back into his suit and shut off the water, almost running from the stall as he grabbed a towel and hurried out to the pool deck.

"Sorry," he came up to Damon, breathless, "Not used to the showers yet."

Damon chuckled and started undressing. "Okay, well, let me introduce you to water polo. You got a good demonstration earlier about what you can and can't do." He pulled off his t-shirt and his chest rippled with muscle, the shoulders almost the size of coconuts. As he knelt to pick up the ball, Jon was once again drawn to the prominent muscles in his thighs and legs. "Ball," he pointed to the edge of the pool. "Net. Pretty simple. Ever play hockey?"

Jon shrugged. "Saw a few Penguins matches."

Damon nodded. "Okay, close enough. You just don't have sticks to whack with and there's no protection, except this." He reached over for a small headpiece and fastened it over his ears. "This protects us from getting slammed in our ears. Also, you're twisting and turning a lot, and constantly coming in and out of deep water, so the pressure changes can be hell." Lastly he grabbed two pairs of goggles and tossed one to Jon. "Pretty much self-explanatory."

Jon grinned as he put them on, feeling the soft plastic strap tighten around the back of his head like a vise. "Now what?" He glanced at the pool. Now that it was empty, it looked so different. He could see easily all the way to the bottom, the insignia of the Dickerson Water Devils, an otter's face with bared fangs and a set of red horns atop its head, staring back up at him.

"Alright," Damon clapped his paws together and walked up to the edge of the pool close beside him. "How would you like to start?" His tail dropped down and bumped against Jon's leg. "I know. How about a few passes back and forth with the ball, and I'll show you the best way to grab it, and then to throw it. Also, we'll try some practice shots at the net." Without waiting for a reply, Damon pushed off the edge and did a graceful head-first dive, gliding all the way to the bottom using just his tail.

Jon took a deep breath and dived in after him, following the other otter across the bottom as he pushed off and surfaced close to the net, shaking his blonde hair and pawing it back from his eyes. As Jon swam closer, Damon grinned. "I can't get over how easily you move, Jon. Maybe you should've tried out for sync swimming." He laughed and splashed him.

Jon joined him in laughter. "When I first got here, some girl thought I should try out too. But, seriously why would I try out for a girl's sport?" He dipped his head under the water, looking across the length of the pool. The water seemed to dance, light from the overhead ceiling turning it into a cascade of shimmering shadows that bent and twisted like roaming spirits.

He pulled his head up and realized Damon had moved a lot closer to him. "Wait, let me guess," he grinned at Jon, treading water slowly, "That must have been Lani. Dark-haired, green-eyed? A bit of a bitch?"

"Never did get her name. She seemed in a hurry to get to the showers."

Damon nodded. "She's an odd one. A senior like me, soon she'll be gone too...and the synchronized swimming team will need a few good recruits next year." They were a few feet apart and every now and then Damon's legs brushed against Jon's. "So..." he breathed deeply a few times, coming almost nose to nose with the other otter. "Let's see if you can outlast me underwater." His blue eyes were intense.

Jon chuckled, shaking his head. "I know you can outlast me." He was feeling incredibly warm all of a sudden. As he tread water, he could feel an enormous erection building up inside the lycra, pushing, straining against the fabric like an unholy monster that must be freed. "Um...so...we going to use the ball?"

Damon closed the distance with a gentle sweep of his ruddertail, and his paws came around Jon's hips. "You're doing it wrong trying to stay afloat like that. Your legs..." he said quietly, staring into his eyes. "Want me to show you?"

Jon looked at him, nodding.

The other otter ducked under the water, and Jon watched his form dip down, swimming under his legs and coming back up behind him, spitting a little water across his shoulder-blades as he surfaced and pressed his form up against his back. "Here...follow my legs..." His legs came around and hooked in front of Jon's, halting his movements. "Like a can-opener, swivel your legs, circular...like so..." Slowly he moved his legs against Jon's, forcing them to match his supple motions. He could feel Damon's groin pressed against his butt now, and the arousal was quite evident, pounding against his buttcheeks. "There, now...I'll let go...keep moving those legs."

Jon nodded, panting hard from the exertion until he found a comfortable stroke with his legs, and he could feel his thighs pumping with energy as he tread water in front of Damon. "I think I'm getting it..." he smiled, looking pleased.

"Mmm, without a doubt, otter, you were born to do this..." He chuckled and ducked back down, this time swimming between Jon's legs, his thick tail swiping across the underside of his groin, giving his swollen sac a caress, before surfacing a few yards away from him. "Here," he stroked to the side of the pool, getting the polo ball and tossing it across the water to Jon. "The key to this game is balance. Use one paw and throw it back to me. You should be able to palm your ball naturally..." He started chuckling softly and Jon gave him a weird look.

"Palm my ball, huh?" Jon snickered and his paw instantly reached between his legs, his sac still tingling from the unobtrusive tail-play. He was still incredibly hard down there. He didn't want to look but he was sure a little of himself was coming out of his suit by now, and he felt embarrassed, wondering if Damon had seen his state while beneath the surface.

"Throw it back already!" Damon splashed him.

"Oh, sorry." He did as instructed, palming the polo ball and letting his webbing secure the slick surface before lobbing it over to Damon, who deftly caught it mid-air with a paw.

"There you go. See how easy that was?" He flung it back to Jon, and the other otter trapped it in a paw. "Let's practice throwing for a few minutes. The key is to get faster and harder throws. Another reason for the ear-protection."

They lobbed the ball back and forth for a while until Damon got in a lucky shot and the ball smacked Jon on the nose. Jon immediately yelped and held his muzzle until the stinging left him. Damon frowned and swam towards him, giving him a little nuzzle. "Hey, you okay? I'm sorry, didn't mean to do that...but I guess that's another lesson to teach you anyway."

Jon grinned, rubbing his chin. "Well, good thing for the goggles."

Damon nodded and pressed close to him, holding his hips once more. "You want to quit for a while, and just swim?"

Jon was dying to. The water felt like a warm, velvet glove and he could not recall being so aroused and filled with lust before. "I'd..." His brown eyes seemed to gleam as he looked into Damon's. "Sure...I'd...like that..."

Damon grinned and pushed off, disappearing underwater and kicking backwards a moment, before surfacing a few feet away, twirling his lycra swimsuit around a paw and laughing. "Ever gone nude in the water?" he breathed slowly, tossing it to the deck before breast-stroking towards him.

Jon chuckled, back-pedaling a few feet. "Not since I was a really little kid..." Damon suddenly took a deep breath and dived forward, quickly grabbing Jon around his legs. "Hey, wait...wait-!"

The rest of his words were a flurry of bubbles as Damon's strong arms jerked him underwater, his paws moving up towards his briefs and pulling. Jon kicked wildly, almost laughing, trying to get free, and Damon pulled harder, sending them both tumbling to the deep bottom in a flurry of limbs and tails, wrestling.

Jon glanced at Damon's sex and nearly gasped. He was in full arousal. The strong shaft, nearly eight inches, swayed in the water and bounced against Jon's body a few times. He kicked off the bottom, trying to swim up, but Damon was too fast, and jerked him back down, almost fighting now to get his briefs off.

"Mmph!-Mmph! Mmmmmph!" Finally Jon relented, running out of air fast, and wiggled his body hard, his briefs coming off into Damon's paws as he scrambled to the surfaced and gasped. "No...fair!" he said, laughing and coughing at the same time as Damon's head popped up a few feet from him, breathing heavily. "D...give me those!" He lunged at the otter, trying to grab his briefs back and Damon giggled, throwing them onto the deck.

"There's no one here, otter...relax." His blue eyes were shining now, almost swirling with color as Jon looked into them. "Let the water have its fun..."

Jon looked around them worriedly, then back at Damon. "What do you mean?"

The older otter smiled and swam a few feet closer. Jon didn't back away this time. "Are you horny?"

Jon's eyes widened and he quickly reached down, trying to cover his huge erection with a paw unsuccessfully. "N-no...I mean...I never..."

"What, had sex?" Damon laughed and splashed him.

"No, no...not that...I mean, I've...been with guys before, I just..." Slowly he stroked himself, trying to do anything to tame the lust between his legs.

"Tell me what you saw in the shower."

The question jolted Jon. "What? What, just now?"

Damon chuckled softly and came nearer. "No. Earlier. Between Scott and Peter."

Jon backed away slowly, until he was pressed against the wall of the pool and could go no further. "I...I don't know, man, I don't watch guys take showers..." He tried to laugh, but now it sounded manufactured and without substance.

"He was sucking his cock, wasn't he?" Damon closed the distance, resting his paws on either side of Jon's head against the pool rim. Underwater, his stiff arousal brushed up against Jon's, their flared glans touching. "Tell me..."

Jon closed his eyes a moment, trying to keep his composure. "I...I know I wasn't supposed to look but...y-yeah...I don't remember their names or...which was which but..." He licked his lips and his brown eyes bore into Damon's intensely. "He was tugging on it...and...the other was really getting off on it and he got pushed to the floor and he just got drained dry..."

Damon noticeably trembled and their two sexes seemed to pulse against each other. "Scott takes cock better than anyone..." He swallowed hard, and his eyes studied Jon's. "Almost as good as me..." He pushed off back into the water and floated on his back, his shiny erection laying across his stomach. "Jon...what does the water do to you? Tell me..."

Jon watched Damon float, going to his length and stroking it gently back and forth. "It's...well...it's hard to explain..." He suddenly burst out laughing at that. "I mean...it really...it's always turned me on." He ran a tongue along suddenly dry lips. "Even in a shower, or when I was taking a bath, the water just...arouses me, it makes me crazy. I have to run out, hop on the bed and jerk myself off before I can do anything else..."

"Mmm...yes, I love that feeling too..." Damon's paw started to move a little faster, and Jon was mesmerized, watching his swimming companion masturbate in front of him. "It's like...you need to fuck anything, and you need that release or you...ohh..." He closed his eyes, working his erection quickly, his webbed digits becoming slick with pre. "When I had you in that hug earlier, Jon...when I was banging you like that, gods, that was the most amazing feeling. I was so horny when you left, I dove down as deep as I could, laid on my back and did this." His paw moved faster, and his other paw came between his legs to clutch his sac, massaging it with splayed digits. "Just thinking about you...cumming so hard against me...ohhh...I wanted to...explode..." With a loud cry, he did. A pump of fresh otter-cum jerked and sprayed from the flared tip, and he quickly covered it, catching the warm cream as it oozed into his paw like lotion.

Jon watched, fascinated, unconsciously stroking his own member as Damon got over his orgasm and rolled over onto his stomach, swimming slowly up to him again and smiling brightly.

"You feel it too, right? You want to cum, don't you?" Damon pressed up against him, their groins touching.

Jon nodded slowly, panting, "I do...yeah..."

"Let me help you," Damon whispered and ducked underneath the water in front of Jon, taking the otter's full shaft immediately into his mouth and working it slowly in and out, letting a bubble or two escape at each push.

Jon's insides immediately turned to water and he felt himself growing impossibly larger, to the point he was sure he was gagging the otter beneath him. He moaned and settled his paws against Damon's head, tangling his digits in his floating hair as he closed his eyes tightly, feeling the otter working him closer to climax.

Damon took a few more hard suckles on Jon's shaft, blowing a stream of bubbles and titillating the glans, before grabbing around him and pawing him off slowly, working his throbbing member in several massaging pulls and tugs, cupping his sac and squeezing. Jon gasped hard and gripped the boy's head tighter, digging his claws into his scalp, as a wave of pleasure ran through his body. Suddenly his member was squeezed tightly and then jerked hard downwards, and he slipped under the surface, bubbles pouring out of his mouth as Damon pinned him against the wall, kissing him hungrily, still stroking him off.

Jon held his breath, parting his mouth for the other otter, feeling his thick tongue dance and play across his own in several deep probes. His arms weakly came up to hug around him, and he burbled hard as another urge to climax came over him. Damon never slowed; in fact he stepped up his paw's pace, sliding thick digits up and down his shaft in successive tugs, mmming and blowing bubbles from his nostrils as he kissed Jon again.

It was too much for Jon to take. Still grabbing around his lover, he exploded into Damon's paw, suddenly pumping out tendril after tendril of floating seed. Damon moaned around his mouth and pulled away, dipping down to surround his glans with his lips and drink from him steadily, taking another and then another gulp of otter-cum and pool-water together.

Jon suddenly had no air left in his lungs. He pushed Damon away from his sex, and kicked hard for the surface, gasping wildly and shaking all over, still tingling from the eruption. The other otter surfaced, coughing and spitting water, and flung himself to the edge of the pool, clawing at the edge and catching his breath.

"Thought you'd...never cum...otter..." he panted hard, holding his chest, waiting for the sting of the chlorine to fade.

Jon stayed silent, breathing hard, and trembled all over, looking at the water silently. "I've never just...done that before..." He swam up close to Damon and pressed his back against the wall. "I mean, I've had relationships at all but...I'm usually...I mean I don't usually feel such..."

Damon chuckled, "Lust?"

Jon looked at him but his blue eyes were unreadable now. "Y-yeah, I guess...the water's always...had that effect on me..."

"I know..." Damon replied, reaching over to touch his hip. "I felt it the moment we were in the water the first time. Actually, I felt it earlier, when you'd just come back from the shower and...you were looking a little tight, let's say. You had an amazing package down there."

Jon's eyes widened and he quickly blushed, his whiskers drooping. "I-I tried to hide it. It was the shower and...seeing those two boys on the floor..." He looked away, biting at his bottom lip. "It's always been like that for me. Ever since I was little. It started the minute Mom taught me how to swim..."

Damon laughed, "Yeah? What happened?"

Jon smirked. "Nothing major. I just had this erection. I was confused. Mom told me it was nothing, that I'd learn about it when I was older. But when we got home, I went to my room and played with myself, learning about my sheath and...what happens if I'm horny. From that point, cock just fascinated me."

Damon licked his lips and nodded. "I learned about it at summer camp. I'd never been in the water 'til then. I waded in up to my chest and got scared. But the water just seemed...right, you know?"

Jon nodded, listening.

"It just seemed like, oh man, I can't describe it. Anyway, I went out to about 20 feet or so, learning to float, and this cute boy jumped almost on top of me and dunked me. We both ended up in a wrestling match and before I knew what had happened, I'd came in my bathing suit..." He gently nudged Jon. "Just like you did earlier..."

"It's the water, isn't it? It...has this effect on us?" Jon pushed away from the side of the pool and started to swim slowly, Damon following.

"It is. It has a certain...power..." He stopped talking for a moment, looking intently into space. Then he shook his head hard and smiled at Jon. "Come on, swim with me a while..."

The two otters dove down together, their figures entangling, becoming shimmering wisps of darkness in the deep blue.

**

Coach Robert Carlson was not to be taken lightly, Jon was told before meeting him the next day. The 30-year-old red-haired otter practically chomped at the whistle hanging around his neck as he scanned the pool back and forth, his dark green eyes taking in one otter after another. "Freeman!" he yelled at one of the otters, who was startled and nearly went under as he spun around to face the coach. "Where's the ball go?"

"I-in the net, coach..." came the meek reply.

Carlson nodded, smirking. "You wanna try puttin' it in there within our lifetimes?"

"Yes, coach! I'll do better..."

"Second string," the coach muttered next to Jon and then grinned at him. "D tells me yer quite the athlete. Says yer as strong as him, and got good moves. We could use that."

Jon nodded, wiping water from his thighs. He had just finished a long swim and was partially winded and sore, but still in good shape nonetheless. "I like Damon. He's a good...teacher." He thought about their underwater tryst the night before, the images of their writhing bodies and bubbly cries still fresh in his mind.

They had gone down to the bottom, their legs pumping, hard, aroused otter-sexes bobbing and bouncing between them, and Damon had gotten to his knees, sucking off Jon slowly until he was close to bursting. Then he had turned around and gotten on all-fours, struggling to hold his breath on the bottom of the deep pool as Jon managed to press against him, guiding his hard flesh up to Damon's tail-hole. It had been a perfect fit. He had dipped his groin upwards and then forwards, spreading the otter's tight, silky hole gently, pushing, the soft glans brushing over his prostate. As his paws grabbed around Damon's hips to hold, Damon had let out a burbling, loud cry of delight, holding still as Jon's shaft pushed past his prostate and then deep into his anal passage, throbbing, nearly bursting with the desire to cum.

It had taken nearly a minute of wild pounding, Damon's butt-cheeks slamming against Jon's groin over and over, before the first orgasm shot through him and deep into Damon. Suddenly they were both cumming uncontrollably, their bodies shaking, until Jon couldn't hold his breath any longer and pushed off of Damon's body, his member still cumming as it slid out of his passage. Then they were both clawing at each other, fighting for air, kicking hard for the surface and choking on swallowed water. That had been a close call. Damon hadn't wanted to let go of the other otter's member, and it had taken every ounce of Jon's energy to pull himself out before he drowned.

He shook those thoughts away as Carlson was talking to him again, and he caught only the tail-end of the question. "I'm sorry, coach...what did you say?"

Carlson frowned in a way that suggested it wasn't wise to cause him to frown. "I asked if you'd been paying attention to the practice game. You're gonna need to know what yer doin' if you want to join the team."

"Oh...right...um, if I want to join, yeah..." His eyes picked out Damon facing another otter, a second-string by his size, trying to grab the ball from his paw, before the other otter lobbed it across the pool. To his surprise, Damon grabbed the younger otter and they both disappeared below the surface, locked in a tussle, their arms and legs wrapped around one another. Jon looked down into the water fascinated, watching Damon grab the boy by the shoulders and pound his body against the other's repeatedly. After about a moment of this, the second-string burbled hard, and a burst of bubbles popped on the surface, before he wildly kicked off of Damon, clawing his way to the surface and gasping for air.

Carlson didn't seem to notice the extracurricular underwater activity. That or he didn't care, Jon thought. "We've got a match coming up Friday night at Tuscan Willow, off Becker Avenue, starts at 7:00. I know it's a little late to get in on that one but, if you want, I can bench you and you'd be an alternate in case of any problems. That sound good?"

Jon folded his paws in front of him, looking uncertain. "I...I guess so...I don't know..."

The older otter turned to face him, his green eyes suddenly looking dark, almost muddy brown. "D tells me you got the potential. 'S'up to you how far you wanna take it. But I only ask once, otter. I don't ask a second time."

Jon looked at the water again silently, watching the boys dive and swim for a while before responding. "I'll come..."

**

"Boys, this is a good team, the best we've faced all year so far." Carlson stood calmly and defiantly on one of the locker benches, his arms folded. "I don't need to tell you what's at stake tonight. Shouldn't have to if you know how to count. This could be our 100th win. A milestone for the Water Devils...and for me, heh."

The otters who were gathered around him snickered softly. Jon was among them, shoulder-to-shoulder with Damon, who glanced over at him and winked. Close beside him, Scoot and Peter, two other alternates, held paws unashamedly. In fact, around him he noticed several otters in pairs, holding paws, their arms around one another, or their rudder-tails entwined.

Carlson noticed Jon in the group and looked right at him as he continued, and this time his voice was gentle, soothing, and almost lyrical. "The Sacred Band of Thebes in ancient Greek history was one of the most powerful of its time, launching successive assaults upon army after army, victorious against those who sought their defeat. 300 of the finest, most worthy otters. They were not just fighters...they were lovers."

Jon blinked a few times but said nothing. Damon slipped his arm around his side and massaged his hip.

"It is for their honor that we still choose lovers to fight today," Carlson's voice rose to a shout, "more than 2000 years later. When we fight alongside lovers in battle, we fight harder!"

"We fight!" came a sudden shout from the group.

"When we fight alongside our lovers in battle, we protect them at all costs!"

"We protect!" another loud voice replied.

"When we fight alongside our lovers in battle?"

"We win!" the throng of otters answered in unison.

Jon looked around him again. Everyone was holding paws with someone else. One group of three were huddled close, their arms locked. One couple had turned to face one another, kissing softly, webbed paws slowly exploring one another's thick bulges tucked inside their swimsuits.

"William! Daniel!" Carlson almost snarled, suddenly pointing at the amorous couple, who both blushed deeply and pulled away. "You both know better! No playing around before a game!"

Damon chuckled and whispered aside to Jon. "Builds our testosterone up if we stay hard and heavy." His paw reached down, sneaking between Jon's legs and rubbing across his sac. "Just like you right now..."

Jon looked down, watching Damon's paw massage his hardness. The water from the shower had done its work just fine. He pulsed and throbbed against Damon's paw, letting out a soft whimper.

"After..." Damon whispered, his tone filled with promise, and then the group filed quietly out of the locker room, stroking themselves.

**

With only ten minutes to go in the last period, Coach Carlson called for Jon, who had been sitting on the team bench for most of the match, and barked at him to suit up. Quickly Jon slapped on his head gear and goggles before diving into the water and joining up with the other five otters, including Damon, huddled close in a corner of the opposing team's pool.

"Alright, guys," Damon said breathlessly as he looked at Jon and the others. "We're up two points, but we gotta play a little more defensively. Can't get too aggressive and turn the ball over. Play conservative. These guys can't score on us if we keep them locked in tussles."

One of the other otters spoke up, "Number 5...he's been panting heavy all night. Can't hold his breath long at all..."

Damon smiled, "When he gets the ball, grab him, take him under and roll him. Take him deep."

The otter nodded and his eyes narrowed. "To the bottom..."

Jon watched the exchange, looking fearful. "You guys aren't...you know...we're not gonna hurt anyone, are we?"

Damon just laughed. "Not on your life..." He reached over, petting his swollen hardness, "just wait and see..."

The whistle suddenly blew and the group broke away, getting into positions around the pool. Jon took up a flank close to Damon and tread water, waiting for the ball to be put into play. As the game started again, Jon covered his opponent, mirroring his movements as the other otter ducked and swayed, trying to break away to catch the ball. Across from him, one of Jon's other team-mates had Number 5 in sight, allowing him a few feet of space. As the ball was passed to him however, Jon watched as his team-mate lunged at Number 5 and they both disappeared under the water.

Jon ducked his head down, watching his team-mate kicking his legs, hugging around the other otter and pushing him down to the deep bottom. He saw Number 5 burble, trying to wrench himself away, and then Jon's team-mate was gripping around his groin, suddenly rubbing him fitfully.

Number 5 shuddered, his body suddenly writhed, and he threw his head back, letting out a large burst of air as he suddenly had a tremendous orgasm, his arms going limp. The ball slipped from his paws and the other otter quickly grabbed it, leaving the struggling and dazed Number 5 to kick weakly up to the surface, gasping and clawing for the pool's edge.

Jon couldn't believe what had just happened. His team-mate popped to the surface, holding the ball, and started passing it around to his team-mates, playing keep-away for a moment or so. Suddenly another otter on the opposing team intercepted and started racing for the Dickerson net. Damon took a huge gasp of air and dove down, gliding towards the other otter and grabbing around his legs, suddenly driving them both hard underwater.

The other otter struggled, not letting go of the ball, and then Damon got him into a hug against him, pounding his throbbing member hard against him, slamming their groins together. Almost instantly, his opponent trembled in his arms, and then bubbled hard, releasing a thick wad of otter-cum into the water as he climaxed against him. Damon smiled and gave him a deep, lustful kiss and then broke away, leaving the disheveled otter behind and snatching up the ball before swimming back up and tossing it to Jon.

"Keep away!" Damon grinned at him, and then dove down to go after another otter trying to hold back one of Dickerson's team-mates. Jon turned, seeing a burly otter swimming after him, and tried to out-maneuver, but the otter anticipated him and caught up, reaching out to grab his leg. Before he could react, the other otter took in a large gulp of air and dove down, dragging Jon with him. The ball lodged against Jon's chest as the two wrestled and rolled down to the bottom of the pool.

Jon kicked hard, trying to get his leg free, but the other otter was bigger, and much stronger. He tried to use his tail as before, but the other otter simply slapped it away, reaching for the ball. Jon let out a bubbly growl and twisted his body around, trying to get loose of the vise-like hold on his leg as the otter tried again to take the ball.

Something was stirring inside him. All the wrestling and rubbing against each other was having an effect. Filled with sudden lust, Jon sank down, allowing the otter to get a better hold on him, and then reached down between the bigger otter's legs, giving his sac a stroke through the lycra.

Almost at once, the otter's expression changed to puzzlement and he looked at Jon incredulously as his swollen member started to push out from the lycra, huge and pounding with blood. Jon had never seen an otter-cock so big. He whimpered and grabbed around the otter's thick and full manhood with both paws, tugging and pulling on it. The large otter's eyes widened, and then closed tightly as he cried out, and a pumping burst of seed suddenly jerked free of his length. Jon watched him orgasm, and pulled harder, suddenly eager to drain the otter dry. It took nearly half a minute of cumming before his member finally seemed to twitch and go limp, and he floated down to the bottom, completely spent, bubbles trailing from his parted lips.

Quickly Jon got an arm around the dazed boy and pushed off, stroking for the surface with him as the whistle blew. "Time!" yelled the referee and pointed at Jon, still holding on to the coughing otter. "Two minutes! Out!"

Jon looked confused and Damon laughed and swam up to him to take the ball. "2 minute Penalty. You held him down too long...but you did good...go on, we'll be okay." He pet his hip and smiled before swimming back into position. The burly otter seemed to come out of his daze and glanced questioningly at Jon, then joined his other team-mates, still shaking his head.

Jon sat out the rest of the game as Coach Carlson put in a few other substitutes, but the Water Devils prevailed over the Tuscan Willow Flyers, 11-9. As he watched in silence, now and then, some of the Flyers would come up to the surface after an extended submerge with his team-mates, their faces filled with ecstasy, their eyes seeming blank and soul-less.

**

In the locker room shower, Coach Carlson was all smiles as he gave the team a tremendous and heart-felt thanks, patting each of them on the butts. "You all did fantastic out there tonight," he told the breathless, panting group around him. "You stuck it out. You looked out for each other. You fought hard. And you won."

He waited for the cheers and shouts to fade out before holding up his paw. "Tonight, we also welcome a new member to our team. Jon Miller."

Jon looked up, blinking a few times. "I...I really didn't do much...I just..." What had he done exactly? Images swam and danced in his mind as he tried to remember.

Damon traded a glance with the coach and nodded, bringing an arm around Jon. "Let's hear it for Jon, Devils!"

"Yeah, Jon!" The other otters smiled and gathered around him, slapping his back and nuzzling him in turn.

Jon sheepishly grinned and met Damon's blue eyes, which were now smoldering with need. And oh, how he wanted him. "Thanks, you guys...I'm...proud to be a Water Devil."

Carlson laughed. "I'm glad. Pride is one of my favorites..." He waved to the team and headed out. "Thirty minutes, gentle-beasts. Get good and squeaky clean!"

The otters cheered and in a rush started removing their constricting briefs, letting out full and throbbing otter-cocks, before darting one by one into the hot shower in the back of the locker room, pulling Jon with them.

Damon quickly hugged around Jon, kissing him deeply, pulling him down to the shower floor as all of the other otters broke off into pairs and small groups, lustfully kissing and stroking one another. "Your turn...tonight...otter..." Damon was panting hard, gripping Jon's maleness and jerking him off slowly, working up a bit of pre-cum between them. Jon returned the kisses feverishly, moaning, allowing Damon to go down on him, pinning him to the floor and straddling his legs, bobbing his mouth quickly up and down on his member, getting it good and wet with a mixture of saliva and the hot water.

Jon let out a shuddery whimper as Damon grabbed his sac, massaging it, eagerly and awaiting a frothy treat of spunk. A moment later, Jon came hard into Damon's mouth, and the otter quickly gulped down his cum in several hard swallows, sucking and then pulling at him, working his tongue along the sides to force a bit more.

Then he was pushing away from Jon, smiling, turning him over onto his stomach. "I told you..." he moaned, "Your turn..." His body draped atop Jon's back, holding him down, working his throbbing member up against the otter's soft tail-hole. Jon gasped as he felt the first poke against his tail-hole and trembled, cinching it tightly a few times, working up juices. "that's it, yes..." Damon growled and grabbed Jon's hips, working his stiff and swollen glans around the hole, before pushing gently.

Jon's eyes widened and he gasped, feeling the start of his lover's shaft moving into him, and held still, trying not to wiggle in his pleasure. He felt Damon's glans spreading his cavity, and then the tingling sense of the otter-sex pressing hard against his prostate, rubbing the sensitive button of flesh. Jon shakily reached between his legs, stroking and fisting his own sex as Damon pushed upwards and then deeper, and his hard cock nestled into Jon's passage.

"Ohh..." Jon tilted his head back, closing his eyes, nearly crying as Damon started to pound into him, his cock sliding in and out of his tail-hole quickly. "Oh...yeah...yeah... A bit more...ohh..."

Damon grunted behind him, digging his claws into the otter's cheeks as he moved, driving himself towards an intense orgasm. "I'm...going...to fill you...so much...so much cum... ohhh..." He grit his teeth and moved faster as Jon stroked himself off almost double-time, his paw nearly a blur on his shaft. Within moments, Damon's glans burst and swelled almost to double its thickness and unleashed a glut of hot cum into Jon's passage, and he collapsing atop of him, still cumming, whimpering loudly. As Jon felt the first few shots of otter-cum filling his hole, he climaxed as well, spurting strings of fresh cum across the shower room floor.

Jon let out a cry of delight, joining the other cries, loud moans and growls around them as the Water Devils satisfied their unbridled lusts.

**

Jon was closing the locker door and putting on his coat when Damon caught up to him, having dressed as well. They traded soft smiles and started out of the room.

"Jon...wait..." Damon stopped him, holding his arm. "I know it'll take some getting used to but...you're gonna do great. Carlson's so pleased with you. You have no idea."

Jon nodded. "Yeah, I know. It's just...the way you guys play...it's just...a little hard to get used to."

Damon tilted his head. "What, using our lust? Drawing it onto our opponents?"

Jon bit his lip. "Is that what we're doing?"

"It's what we've been doing, Jon...for quite a long time now. Why do you think we're so good? Of course, we have to lose a few matches here and there, even a few championships, but it's only so the media doesn't get too nosy or something, you know? No one pays attention to the near-perfect teams." He chuckled and slapped his shoulder. "Besides, Carlson wants us to kinda keep this quiet. There could be really bad consequences otherwise."

Jon swallowed hard. "Such as?"

Damon waved a paw. "Not worth thinking about. We just keep that lust strong. Carlson loves lust the most. Well, that and pride. All the big ones..."

"The big ones?"

Damon sighed deeply, "Sins." He looked at Jon evenly. "Your lust for the water. Did you ever wonder how you got it?"

Jon shook his head. "I...I just always loved the water."

They started walking down the hall together, holding paws, and passed the large Olympic pool, where just hours ago, they'd-

Jon stopped and looked at the pool as Damon pressed against his side, looking in. "Damon," he whispered, "Why are we like this?"

Damon said gently, massaging his shoulder, "Coach Carlson probably knows. All I know is that he needs our lust to survive. We pledge ourselves to him, and in return, we are given our power." He nuzzled his cheek, "Stay with us, and you'll see all that you're capable of. As long as you're on the team, you're safe. You'll never get sick. You'll get straight A's in everything. You'll have an abundance of lovers with which to play. And...when Senior year comes around, and you have to leave the team, Coach Carlson will still look after you, always, and make sure nothing bad ever happens to you..."

Jon turned from the glass to look at Damon. "Aren't you a senior this year?"

The other otter nodded. "I am." And for just a second, the gleam in his eyes was gone and his smile faded. But just as quickly he brightened again. "But I'm looking forward to what happens next..."

"Damon, what happened to the otter who had my locker before me?"

Damon looked down and folded his paws in front of him. "I...honestly don't know, Jon..."

They looked at the pool silently for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. Jon finally spoke up quietly, "The water looks amazing..."

Damon nodded, pressing his paws to the glass. "It's beautiful..." then he turned to Jon and grinned. "Let's go for a swim..."

Jon laughed and looked around. "Now!? I think they're closing up..."

Damon shrugged, already opening the door to go inside. "So we'll swim 'til they kick us out."

A few moments later, naked and aroused, they dove into the water, swimming down towards the deep bottom, entwining around one another and dancing like joyful free spirits, joined together for an eternity.

END