Swim meets could be difficult under the best of circumstances. The pressure to win, the eyes of the dozens of onlookers, the physical strain -- all of it congealed into a force that would make the average swimmer feel like their stomach was tied into knots. The swim coach claimed it was normal before casually telling a story of being hunched over a toilet before every meet trying to turn himself inside out from the stress. Unsurprisingly, it did not seem to help alleviate anxiety, if anything accentuating it instead.

But the kind of anxiousness that gripped Paul was different. For once his head was not focused on the fear of losing or the pain of a pulled muscle. Instead, he hid in the back corner of the locker room, staring down at the front of his skin tight swim trunks in dismay. The problem had returned, and this time with a furious vengeance. As of late a force of unknown power and intent seemed focused on affecting his member at the most inopportune times. During history class with Ms. Snow, at lunch time as he sat with his friends, and now as he had changed with his team mates -- these moments were growing in frequency and intensity.

The scuffed sound of bare feet crossing the tiled floor was completely lost on Paul as he lamented his current predicament, silently willing his engorged member to calm itself. The footsteps meandered through the empty room before stopping at the end of a series of lockers near Paul's chosen corner, a pair of bright blue eyes locking onto the adolescent's body and taking in the situation. A brief glance at the body language and tented swimwear of the lad spoke volumes, and the observer could not help but give a wry grin and chuckle of sympathetic understanding.

Paul's head raised, gaze locking onto the newcomer in an initial reactionary combination of panic and shame, but as he recognized the face and expression of the other, the panic subsided leaving only shame. "First time dealing with that, huh?" Dave asked, mirth still evident in his voice. Paul avoided eye contact, hands subconsciously shifting to cover his bulge as he nodded an affirmation.

Dave stepped forward and closed the gap, sitting down on the bench next to Paul within the younger boy's personal bubble. Much to the embarrassed boy's surprise, he did not instinctively shift away from Dave's presence, not even when the teen placed a hand on his quivering knee. "You can't compete like this," Dave stated casually, as though identifying a flat tire on a car. "You need to be nice and smooth to cut through the water."

Dave's hands slid up the younger boy's thighs, fingertips hooking into the waistband of his swimwear and pulling them down before any protest could be made. The engorged cock that sprung from its clothed cage throbbed and bounced in the cold air, as though waving to the older boy who smiled at the view. Paul looked down in amazement as Dave leaned forward, taking his rod into his mouth and running his tongue across the underside. A moan, unbidden and uncontrolled, escaped the novice's chest, hands instinctively grasping the older boy's disheveled hair and pulling him closer.

The sensation was more than he could have dreamed, nothing like the fantasies and imaginary trysts he had entertained after hearing about some of the other swimmers' locker room exploits. The softness of the mouth, the pressure of the tongue, and the gentle suction all combined into one glorious whole that set off a euphoric response in his brain. Paul never wanted the pleasure to end, hoping the moment would last forever.

Dave recognized the signs, and emboldened by the younger boy's delight, he doubled his efforts, hooking his hand behind the boy's thighs to encourage him to properly fuck his mouth. The small member was not nearly long enough to trigger his gag reflex, and he wanted to enjoy the feeling of being used for pleasure. A free hand slid down to his own cock, slipping it out of one of the leg holes so that he could properly grasp it. The locker room was soon filled with the telltale sounds of sex, the muffled grunts of someone sucking cock mixed with the repetitive slapping of self gratification.

It was this sound that greeted the coach as he walked into the room, intending to get both boys out to the edge of the pool before their respective heats. He shook his head, immediately understanding the scene taking place in the corner of the locker room without needing to see it himself. Memories of his own escapades in locker rooms both in his past and very recently filled his mind, his own member stiffening with the recollection. Normally he would find some excuse to lurk and observe, maybe join in if the right boys were playing, but knowledge of the presence of his boss out by the poolside belayed that notion. Reluctantly, he walked back out to the door before speaking up. "Five minutes boys. Finish up!"

Dave yanked his head back, a loud slurp filling the room before he responded. "Okay, Coach! Be right there!" The moment was enough for Paul's legs to give way, and he slumped down onto the bench next to Dave with his cock stiffly bobbing straight up in the air. Dave dropped to his knees before the other boy, tapping his thigh to get his attention. "You heard Coach. Finish now or never!"

With that, he dipped his head back down to engulf the hard cock, emphatically using every trick he knew to force an orgasmic conclusion to their game. Paul nodded, mostly to himself since Dave could not see, and closed his eyes once more, focusing on the pleasurable sensations filling his body. He twitched with surprise as he felt a finger rub gently at his back door, the digit lubricated with the saliva that dripped down past his balls and along his crack. The combination of new experiences proved to be the necessary catalyst for Paul as he felt his sack tighten and his cock jump in Dave's mouth.

To the older boy's credit, he sensed the impending load and maintained his intense suction and licking on the head of the adolescent's cock. A thick wad of cum rocketed out and coated the back of Dave's throat followed by a second and a third, each being swallowed with no small amount of satisfaction. The joy of the moment passed into Dave as he felt his member stiffen in his hand, a load of his own splattering on the floor underneath the bench. As the last dribbles leaked from the two wilting cocks, Dave rose to his feet, allowing Paul a look at his more mature member before tucking it away behind a layer of cloth.

"Next time, just ask," Dave said, words somewhat muffled by the remaining vestiges of the impromptu creampie. "You can't perform your best with a rudder like that. I learned that the hard way from Coach."

Paul nodded again, his voice still stuck in the depths of his chest that still heaved from the exertion. His eyes traveled up from the bulge of the older boy to his face, grinning as he saw a little dribble of cum on the corner of his mouth. Dave instinctively understood the look, casually pushing the droplet into his mouth and swallowing. He extended his hand to the lad, pulling Paul to his feet and helping him adjust his trunks.

With wide grins that spoke volumes, the two headed out to the pool, leaving behind only a pool of cum under a bench as evidence of their dedication to winning their swim meet.

[ hope you enjoyed the story. this was a prompt submitted and clarified by @redjackspade. hopefully it is what you were hoping for!

original prompt by @redjackspade: "Two shotas burning off nervous energy before a swim meet in the locker bathroom." ]