It was early April in Iwatobi and it was at the Samezuka natatorium and Mikoshiba Seijuro, the sexy captain with the luscious fire-resistant hair, was timing the fellow students on the swim team. Seiiuro was 18 years old but could pass as someone who was old enough to drink in the United States due to his spectacularly handsome features that created the stunning figure of masculinity that he was. His cute cheek bones and jawline which created an adorable smile. His amber eyes that could melt your heart. His husky voice that made you want to throw your arm around his head and plant a kiss on this nice lips of a rosy pink.
The further down you explored his body, the more likely you were to get hard or wet. His slightly long but muscular neck lead to his bony clavicles which here perfect for leaving sweet kisses on and for slightly sucking on in order to give him so pleasure. His shoulders were enough to rival those on sculptures of famous Renaissance artists and were a sign of all of the redhead's virility, and man, was there a lot of it. Those muscles were worthy enough to participate in a bodybuilding contest and he would probably win, too. The amount of admirers he had because of them!
His chest...those amazingly sculpted piece of flesh and muscles after perfecting his sport with the utmost vigor was enough to make most people jealous. He had the temerity and strength to persevere through practically enough with the heart that he had in that chest of his.
Further down was the area that had the most interest: his groin and ass. The plump buttchrrks that he had that richly felt the tight spandex fabric of the tiny speedo that clung to his ass as if it were a glove to fill that rich gluteus maximus that was beyond impressive. The speedo wrapped around the Crack which hid his tiny little asshole that was tight enough to practically break a diamond. The ass that he had was enough to make all the male swimmers on the team to glance at it at least once. You could toss a stone at it and it was so firm that it wouldn't wobble ad if it had cellulitis because it was firm and it was so tantalizing, practically begging to be spanked by the nearest person who was lucky enough to press their luck.
His groin...his family hewels. The parts of a man that were necessary to create human life and provide intense pleasure that would be enough to make you cry in pure ecstasy as he hit all those spots that made you feel like you could take on anything in the world due to the feeling of confidence that you were left with...delicious. The way that the stretched the fabric of his black speedo forward with three bulges: one for the penis and two for each testicle, the very source of all his virility and regulation if his hormones...amazing. His crotch was so beautiful and it was enough to sweat more than being out in the hot sun in Phoenix...he was living proof that men could be beautiful.
"How did I do, buchou?" Asked a boy as he approached his sexy captain, meeting the captain with his plain green eyes.
"Hmm. You improved by a few hundredths of a second, but your technique was a bit flawed," admitted Seijuro as he sadly shook his head slowly. "Allow me to show you how it is done. "
The captain approached the now empty lane, getting on the starting block. His ass was in the air, tainting some of the boys of the sideline and he soon jumped in after demonstrating the proper technique and effortlessly swam with the utmost precision as he made his way back to the beginnjg, getting out and with glistening pecs said,
"There. Nothing to it." He then said, "I'm going to change and get dressed. Keep practicing and I will be out shortly."