Swim Team Uniform Tryouts

My name is Tom Reynolds but most people call me "Tommy." I had just turned eighteen and was finishing my senior year of high school. I was a member of the high school swim team and every year the team needed to get fitted for our swim team uniform including new swim suits and sweat suits.

The fittings usually happened at school after swim practice and tryouts but I had been out of school sick for a week so I missed the meeting to get fitted for my uniform. My best friend Michael was also on the swim team and his mom, Laura Joyce (Mrs. Joyce) was the team manager, and she was in charge of ordering all of the suits and apparel for the team.

Because I hadn't been at practice the previous week, Michael's Mom had to confirm my size information before she could place the team's order. I had completely forgotten about it until my mom let me know that Mrs. Joyce had called her to let me know that I had to come see her to try out the bathing and sweat suits and to confirm my sizing.

My mom said, "you have to go to see Ms. Joyce because he doesn't have your size information and she needs to have you stop by her house to try out everything and get fitted before she can finalize the team's uniform order." I started to question why I couldn't give Mrs. Joyce my size information over the phone but my mom shushed me and told me to stop arguing and to do what I was told as Mrs. Joyce needed accurate sizes for everyone and needed me to come over for a fitting.

Mike's house was just a few blocks away so I hopped on my bike and pedaled over on a Saturday morning to get fitted for my swimsuit and track suit.

I knocked on the door and was surprised to see Mrs. Joyce was dressed in a tight tank top and short tennis skirt. Her top showed off her large breasts and it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra because her nipples protruded prominently through the sheer fabric of her top. She was wearing a tennis skirt and the low hem provided me with an ample opportunity to look at her long, tanned legs and firm, toned ass. I had expected Michael, his brother and father to be home but the house was incredibly quiet and she quickly commented that Michael and his brother had left for the day with their father.

Realizing that I was alone with my best friend's mom suddenly made me extremely nervous and made me blush. She surprised me by giving me a big hug and a sensual kiss directly on my lips as she thanked me for coming over on such short notice. My pulse quickened and my breathing became a little bit heavier as I felt my friend's mom press her large breasts into my chest while her groin and tight tennis skirt pressed against me and grazed across my thin athletic shorts.

I was temporarily overcome with sexual urges as I savored her sultry lips and the touch of her firm tits pressed against me. Unable to maintain my composure control my physical urges, my eyes dropped to her cleavage as I visually inspected her taut, athletic body and cleavage area. As we separated from our embrace, she gave me a knowing, sultry look as she caught me staring at her voluptuous chest. My cheeks were flushed red in embarrassment as I started to stammer an apology for visually inspecting her breasts and short skirt.

Mrs. Joyce quickly hushed me and told me not to apologize as it was natural for a boy of my age to be interested in a woman's breasts. As I stood there embarrassed and ashamed, she asked me if I was ready to go try on my new racing suit and sweat suit. I responded with a meek "yes" and she instructed me to follow her upstairs to their spare bedroom. As I trailed her up the stairs, I couldn't help but admire her long, toned legs and her shapely ass cheeks which were peeking out from beneath her tennis skirt. From below, I could see under her skirt hem to the cotton panel stretched across her crotch and ass cheeks.

I felt the blood rush to my penis as I imagined how Mrs. Joyce would look with her short skirt and panties removed. I was still a virgin at that point and had never seen a grown woman naked except for the few times that I had peeked in on my mother in the bathroom. I had always had fantasies about Mrs. Joyce every time I went over to her house and had always fantasized about seeing her in her bikini or naked in the bathtub.

As we reached the top of the stairs, Mrs. Joyce directed me to the open bedroom where I could see a number of small speedo-type racing suits and sweat suits laid out across the bed.

Mrs. Joyce looked at me and said, "it's very important that your racing suit and track suit fit you properly." "I have four or five sizes of each." "You should try them all on and we will try to find one that keeps you covered but also gives you some room to grow." "I know that boys your age are developing very rapidly as you begin puberty and start to develop into a grown man and we need to make sure you don't grow out of your swimsuit." I turned red in embarrassment as Mrs. Joyce smiled and nodded knowingly.

Mrs. Joyce could see the nervousness in my eyes as I looked at the skimpy bathing suits displayed on the bed. She gently grasped my hand to reassure me and softly said "don't worry, Tommy, there is nothing to be scared or embarrassed about." "We're alone and it's only the two of us here right now and you don't have to worry about anything." "Just let me know when you have the first pair on and I will come in and check on you." "You can take your time getting undressed, I'll be right down the hall waiting for you to change for me." "I know how young boys can be shy and embarrassed about their bodies but I promise there is nothing to worry about and it is okay if you want to close the door while you change." "There is no need to rush, we have lots of time." "And don't be shy or embarrassed, I have a husband and two sons your age so I am used to seeing naked boys in my house." She smiled sweetly at me and rubbed my cheek as I flushed bright red with embarrassment at the thought of getting naked in the room before I nodded quietly as she walked out of the room and closed the door.

I stood motionless for a few moments going through what Mrs. Joyce had said. I quickly examined the suits and decided that all of them appeared much smaller and much more revealing than I had expected. As a late bloomer, I was very self-conscious about my lack of body hair and my genital development, especially with the thought of wearing a small, revealing racer suit that would show off the bulge of my penis, especially when I was flaccid and limp.

I heard Mrs. Joyce in her bedroom as I started to slowly remove my socks and shoes. I unbuttoned my shorts and let them drop to the floor. I pulled my briefs down to the ground so that I was left completely naked except for my t-shirt. I felt another blast of nervousness and embarrassment as I stood in Mrs. Joyce's bedroom with my soft penis and smooth scrotum hanging limp between my legs. I quickly grabbed one of the suits just in case Mrs. Joyce decided to come back into the room without knocking catching me naked.

I quickly pulled the suit up my legs and looked into the mirror. It was obvious that the suit was a size or two too large as I could barely get the suit over my hips and thighs without it falling down. I tied it tightly but it was obviously too big for my slender frame. Mrs. Joyce knocked on the door and asked if I was ready to have her check the sizing of the suit. I let her in and she immediately realized that the suit was too large for my slender frame and handed me a smaller sized suit to try on.

She told me to try on the second suit and told me that she would wait right there while I got changed. She sensed me trepidation and said, "don't worry, I won't look at you while you take it off." Besides, you don't need to be shy, I have a husband and two sons and I am used to seeing boys naked." I know your mom has seen you naked often in the bathtub and you don't have to be worried about anything." "I won't tell anybody and it will be our secret......"

The second suit she gave me was much, much smaller and seemed to be way too small to fit my body. I turned my back to her as I pulled down the bathing suit and stepped into the much smaller suit. Even with my back turned, I was sure that she was looking at my back and naked body as I disrobed and pulled on the second suit.

Even though I was barely two inches long when flaccid, the suit was stretched tight across my genitals and buttocks and it created a noticeable outline where you could see the outline of my limp penis and scrotum. Looking in the mirror I was immediately embarrassed and reluctant to turn around to show Mrs. Joyce how I looked in the tight confines of the swim suit. Before turning around, I gently adjusted my genitals so that they were as inconspicuous as possible in the tight confines of the suit.

I finally turned around and Mrs. Joyce gave me a maternal smile as she slowly walked towards me while giving me a full visual inspection. Sensing my nervousness and embarrassment at having my penis being fully on display for her, she began to softly reassure. "See, Tommy, it's not so bad ... there is no reason to be nervous or ashamed." "All of the boys on the swim team have had to do this at one time or another and it's very important that you have a suit that fits you well." "I know how it must feel to be standing mostly naked in front of your best friend's mom, but don't worry about anything." "Don't be embarrassed, Just relax, I'm here to help you." "I need to see how this suit fits." "Now be still and relax for me and let me see how this suit fits you...."

As she visually examined me, she began to run her hands along the outside of my suit checking the room around the waistband and the holes around my legs and butt telling me "I need to see how it fits." She started to slowly shake her head. "This won't do it all" she said, "the suit is much too tight around your legs and hips and it doesn't give you any room to grow."

As she ran her hand around my legs and my stomach, I started getting erect at her soft caresses and anticipating that she was inches from touching my soft penis. Mrs. Joyce immediately noticed that I was getting an erection and smiled at me as she looked me directly in the eyes. "Don't be embarrassed Tommy, it's perfectly normal for a boy to get aroused while being touched down there." She then started to gently squeeze and fondle my penis through my bathing suit. As she stroked me, she looked me directly in my eyes and said "don't worry, I won't tell anyone...."

Without any warning she suddenly jerked my swimsuit down to my ankles so that my cock sprang up and smacked my belly. Being fully erect my cock hung straight out and was obscenely pointed right at Mrs. Joyce. She smiled at me and calmly said, "don't worry, Tommy, there is nothing to be embarrassed about... you have a beautiful penis." "I know you are shy and nervous, but please stand here and be naked for me so that I can look at you and your beautiful penis...."

She slowly stroked my cock as she looked into my eyes with a sultry smile. She moved her face between my legs and slipped my erection into her warm, wet, mouth. I had never had a blowjob before and was overwhelmed with the sensation that was running through my genitals and my brain. Mrs. Joyce slowly sucked me while gently squeezing my testicles to provide me with the utmost stimulation. She proceed to lick and suck the tip of my penis until she sensed that I was on the verge of my orgasm.

She immediately pulled my penis out of her mouth and pinched the base of my cock to stem my orgasm. She looked me directly in the eyes and asked me if I "liked my swim suit." I groaned and nodded and she plunged her mouth back onto my penis and she began sucking me rapidly while firmly squeezing my bloated testicles. The stimulation of her mouth on my penis and my balls overwhelmed me and I finally burst into orgasm and ejaculated a full load of cum into her mouth. I almost fell over with the sensation of my first woman-induced orgasm and collapsed to the ground as my penis slowly deflated.

As I watched Mrs. Joyce swallow my semen, she slowly crept over and gave me a French kiss letting me taste my semen on her lips. She told me "I think you need to get dressed now before your Mom starts worrying about you."

I got redressed and made it downstairs where I got on my bike and rode home.

When I got home, my mom asked me how everything went and I mumbled "fine." She then said, Mrs. Joyce just called and said you two forgot to try on the sweatsuit so you will have to go see her again to get fitted for that."

To be Continued.