No male had ever touched my dick before. All that changed, however, when I signed up for the college swim team. Oh, of course I'd heard of high jinks among the team players. But I assumed those high jinks consisted of practical jokes.
I never knew that team bonding took a more physical aspect - for the guys who were interested in such.
I was definitely interested in such. My first fetish was Speedo swimwear. I couldn't believe how hot the tight, slinky, sexy nylon bathers were, especially on a guy with a smooth chest and a great body. All the chaps on the swim team had great bodies.
I guess I was a little too eager to check out those bodies, as I loved to hang out in the locker rooms, way too long, watching my team mates shower and change. Eventually, the captain of the team noticed my hours of pleasurable perving, and decided to treat me to the full experience.
Two burly teammates came up behind me one day when I was drying myself, and pulled down my speedos (white, a size too small) down round my ankles. This left my genitals exposed and all the other lads could see my dick and balls and ass crack. It was amazing, feeling their eyes watching me as I watched them, as usually I only watched them. I realized that pretty much all guys have a homoerotic streak and love to check out other males discreetly. The sight of naked male bodies, especially young hot ones, is truly exceptionally exciting.
Next, the captain of the team walked over to me, grabbed my towel with one hand, and with his other hand, grabbed my cock. The warm, masculine pressure of his hand on my naked vulnerable exposed goodies felt incredible. All the other players, including the captain, were wearing speedos. I was the only lad, buck naked. It was like a sexual fantasy come to life and I couldn't believe my luck.
The captain released my cock and ordered me to wank, then and there, in front of my team mates. The other lads agreed aggressively and although I was nervous, I was only too happy to comply with the request. My dick was huge and swollen and leaking pre-cum onto the wooden bench at this stage. Two guys stationed themselves at the door of the locker, to ensure nobody came in without permission.
Slowly, leisurely, I tugged my shafted, pulling my foreskin over my seven-inch cock as the other boys watched. Some complimented me on the beauty of my cock and the transparency of my foreskin. Others said they loved my pubes and the shape of my cock-head, which was gorgeous and hot.
The pressure was too much for me and quickly I came, shooting my man-juice every which way. The other boys cheered and roared their approval, and I realized that I was an official member of the team now. The captain came over and gave me an intense bear-hug and some of the other boys followed. It was a great bonding experience and for the first time in life I felt as if I was one of the guys and that these beautiful, sexy, sensual guys were my "soul brothers".