Water Polo Balls
Posted on: May 21, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
His name was Brady. We had been on the same water polo and swimming teams for four years and had become very close friends. This story begins our senior year of high school, toward the end of our final season of varsity water polo. The school bell rang at 2:45pm and I couldn't wait to walk down the hill to the swimming pool for afternoon practice. The coach was already yelling at the team to get changed and begin our warm up set. I headed into the locker room, entered my locker combination and pulled it open to find my baby blue aussiebum practice suit and goggles. As I began to get undressed I couldn't help but feel proud of my body and attractive features. As a 6'1, 170 pound, tan blonde with blue eyes, smooth skin, ripped body, bubble ass and 8" cut cock, I was not exactly modest. I was the stereotypical southern California surfer god, and I was late for practice. Running out on the pool deck and diving into the pool to begin my warm up, Brady was not in my lane. I couldn't stand a practice without his body and smile to distract me. I asked a friend Greg if he knew where he was and he said he was making up a test and would be coming soon. I immediately pictured him in his red Speedos with water running down his back to his perfect ass that I had fantasized about so many times before. ...
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