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The sharp tang of chlorine stung Suzie’s nose. With all her allergies and sensitivities, she usually avoided the pool room at all costs. But today, she was on a mission—and that made it bearable.
The meet was over, the bleachers long emptied of cheering families and the occasional townie. Most of the high school team still lingered. Pinebrook was the only school in the district with a natatorium, so both local elementary and high school teams used it for their big events.
Holding her nose with one hand, Suzie clutched her worn spiral notebook with the other, scribbling a few last-minute questions that might turn into a decent story.
Her silver recorder waited in her pocket. Her camera was charged and ready. A fluttery feeling buzzed in her stomach—part excitement, part nerves. The administration had officially approved her to cover all academic events at the Middle School, and that included swim meets. Which meant, to her quiet thrill, she could "interview" the high school boys too.
Her gaze drifted to the far end of the pool, where a handful of them were still horsing around—splashing, diving, goofing off while they waited for Coach Reynolds to give the signal to hit the locker rooms before the post-meet barbecue.
One swimmer—tall, all pale limbs and lean muscle—pushed off the wall. Water streamed off his shoulders as he surfaced, hair plastered to his forehead. That was Tyler Hansen, a high school freshman.
Suzie knew him; he lived three houses down. Even though he was in high school and she was in middle school, she always thought he was kind of handsome. Tall and slightly awkward, with hands and feet his body hadn’t quite grown into yet.
A few minutes earlier, she’d overheard one of the guys teasing him with a fond, “Flipper feet.” She giggled, jotting it down in her notebook. Probably not article material—but cute. And it made sense. Tyler was one of the fastest swimmers on the team. Maybe there was something to it.
Just then, his best friend Alex burst out of the water beside him, laughing like a sea lion. His dyed-red hair whipped Tyler’s arm as he shook it out like a dog, earning a shove and a laugh in return. Suzie knew Alex better—he was Maggie Bowe’s older brother. Maggie was her best friend.
Alex was shorter than Tyler, more toned. Still pale, but not in the almost translucent way Tyler was. According to Maggie, Tyler had convinced him to join the team this year. Maggie also informed her that he had been trying to start a martial arts club at the high school, but he was one of the only boys in his class who did karate, so he'd settled for swimming. Suzie noticed the flash of black nail polish on Alex’s fingers and sighed. Definitely against team rules—but so typical of him. She made a mental note to maybe mention it to Coach Reynolds later. Rules were rules.
Tyler hadn’t noticed her watching. He swam another lap, leaving Alex in the dust as he cut cleanly through the water, blue eyes fixed on the lane line, lost in thought. Suzie knew a bunch of girls who found him cute—not in a “bad boy” way, but in the kind of wholesome way. The girls on her left had said something about him 'giving boy next door energy,' whatever that meant. He, of course, seemed completely oblivious the the attention of girls.
"Now Suzie," Mrs. Carson began, whiping what she hoped wasn't a chlorine-stain-to-be from her skirt with a tissue from her purse. "You need to be careful and remember that some of these boys are significantly older than you. Coach and I will of course be there to keep an eye out, but maybe you should steer clear of the upperclassmen right now."
Suzie smiles sweetly, gathering her things as she stands. "Don't worry Ma'am, I think I already know a freshman I'd like to interview."
Before Mrs. Carson could inquire further, Suzie was halfway down the bleacher steps. She clicked open her clipboard and made her way to the lanes in the middle. The whistle blew and, all at once, everyone was quickly scrambling out of the pool, shouting about hot dogs and hamburgers.
Mrs. Carson made her way to Coach Reynolds, who was busy handing out towels and directing the boys towards the locker room. "Are the boys aware of the interviews yet?" She asked, leaning over the chain-link barrier that separated the bleachers from the pool.
"If I had they wouldn't be smiling like this right now." Coach Reynolds replies with a chuckle and the roll of his eyes. "But they'll live. You and Suzie can wait here for a few moments while I break the news."
He turned to address the crowd of dripping young men, all of them clad in either their team swimsuits, or just their underwear.
"Okay boys, good job today. It's been a long day, and I'm sure you're all hungry for some food, so let's get to our lockers, and we can figure out dinner sooner than later!"
The boys erupted into cheers, some practically shoving each other to get into the locker room. As the final boy filed into the lockers, Coach Reynolds gives Mrs. Carson a look, and holds up five fingers, before shutting the door behind him.
No longer hiding their enjoyment of the situation, both Suzie and her older mentor giggle. to each other. This would certainly be interesting.
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Coach Reynolds waited patiently inside the door of the locker room. Five minutes wasn't nearly enough time to calm everyone down and make sure no one bolted. But it would have to do.
He sighed. He loved this job, and he loved these kids. They were like sons to him, even if a few of them were hell-raisers. It was always his favorite part of the month when the boys on the swim team came to Pinebrook and he got to see how the kids he'd known a few years prior had grown.
He scowled as he heard yet another boy loudly toy with the idea of quitting the team. When he was first called into the office to speak with Suzie, he was vehemently against the idea of her conducting her little interviews. A boy should expect a bit of privacy in the BOY'S locker room right? But the more he saw these young men loose their minds over showing a girl a few inches of skin... The more he knew that he HAD to support the idea.
They need to learn modest before they're released into the world, he thinks to himself with a nod, before he opens the door. "Alright. They're as ready as they're ever going to be."
"That's all I needed to hear!" Suzie exclaims, practically skipping towards the door, notebook clutched tightly in her hands.
"Remember to knock." Mrs. Carson warns with a smirk, holding the door open for her.
Suzie rolls her eyes, but she does knock twice before stepping inside.
The first thing she sees are the upperclassmen. They're in various states of undress—some had put on aquatic shirts, others had towels draped over their shoulders like a shawl, but all of them sported nothing more than the team swim suit and sandals. None of them say a word, each of them frozen in place as they stare at her.
The smell of chlorine hits her once more. It's nowhere near as strong as when she was in the bleachers, but now it's mixed with the smell of sweaty teenage boys. Her nose wrinkles slightly as she makes her way down the hallway towards the main locker area, where the majority of the boys waited patiently.
The only thing louder than the sound of the running shower is the sound of the boys' hearts pounding in their chests.
Suzie scans the room, looking for her victim. One by one, she makes eye contact with the boys, who immediately try to look away.
"Hmmmmmm..." She thinks to herself, her fingers drumming on the clipboard.
Eventually she sees him. Sitting on one of the benches, clad in just his speedo and a pair of goggles. Tyler, and sitting next to him, Alex.
She smiles. "Hi! I'm Suzie, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
The room falls silent as everyone watches the exchange. Tyler stares at her, mouth agape.
"I-uh.... What?"
"I have some questions for you! For the school paper! Do you mind if we chat?"
The boys look around the room, eyes darting from the door to the other boys, before they fall on Coach Reynolds, who was watching them expectantly.
"Do.... do we HAVE to?" Alex asks, eyes darting around for a towel, or some shorts. Anything that would give him a little more coverage.
"Yes. You do." Coach Reynolds barks. The pair gulps, and nods.
"Good. Then it's settled!" Suzie says. She plops herself down on the bench between the boys, notebook on her lap. "So. You guys are best friends, right?"
"Yeah... We've been friends since elementary school." Tyler says, his eyes scanning the room once more. Alex was looking for an escape route.
"Hmmm... That's so cute! How'd you meet?"
"Uhhh.... Boyscouts? I think we were in cub scouts together, and we still hung out after that." Tyler replies, trying his best to hide the nervousness in his voice.
"And you joined the team this year because he wanted you to?" She asks, looking towards Alex.
"Y-yeah..." He mumbles, quickly pulling his towel down from over his shoulders to tie it around his waist, escaping from the prying gaze of the younger girl.
"Between boyscouts, gym class, and swimming, the two of you must see each other naked a lot, huh? That's not uncomfortable for you as boys? I've heard that some boys are weird about that..."
"I-uh, well, I mean-"
"Oh God..." Alex mumbles, his hand coming up to palm his forehead as his brain puts two and two together. "You're not Maggie's friend are you?"
"Maggie's my bestie!" She replies with a smile, pulling her camera and recorder from her bag and setting it on the bench next to her. "You're her big brother right?"
Alex groans. "Cooooach, you said that she would only be interviewing ONE of us!" He whines, desperately seeking an out.
The older man gives Alex an exacerbated look and lets out a long sigh. "Suzie, I DID tell the boys that you would only be interviewing one of them so they'd still have time to eat. Do you NEED to speak with both of them?"
Maggie pauses for a moment. Maybe harassing Alex himself like this wasn't worth the hassle. After all, she wouldn't want to make things weird with Maggie if the boy went home and blabbed about how her best friend had seen him nude. With a slight smirk, Maggie nods and waves her hand at the older boy.
"You can go shower Alex, it was nice seeing you! Cute swimsuit by the way!" She says with a giggle.
"Ugh..." Alex groans, standing up and throwing the towel over his shoulder before quickly shuffling towards the showers, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing his face turn red. The speedos were the one reason that it took Tyler years to finally convince him to join the team... "Sure. Thanks I guess...?"
Suzie smiles sweetly. "Of course!" She turns her attention back to Tyler. "So, Tyler. You're all in highschool, but all of the boys are so.... smooth! Is it true that boys have to shave to swim on the team?"
Tyler lets out an awkward laugh, his eyes darting around the room. "I mean, no. It's not... REQUIRED. Just recommended."
"Really? Not even your legs?" She asks, leaning over slightly to poke Tyler's inner thigh. "Hmm... They're so smooth though! So you just shave them anyways?"
Tyler jumps at the sudden contact. He gulps, trying to keep his cool. "Y-yeah... I mean, I just want to do whatever I can to shave seconds off my times, you know?"
"Uh huh..." Suzie replies, jotting a few things down in her notebook. "And what about here?" She asks, poking his chest.
"I-uh..." He stammers, his mind struggling to focus. His cock had begun to stir beneath his speedo. Her hand was so soft...
"What about here?" She asks, poking the lower part of his stomach.
"Eeep!" The boy jumps up from the bench, practically falling backwards as his back slams into the locker behind him. His face goes beet red, pulling his thighs as if he'd just seen the world's biggest rat run across the floor.
"Tyler Hansen!" Mrs. Carson demands, her tone scolding. "Is there a problem?"
"N-no ma'am, I'm fine." He lies, looking for any excuse to leave.
"Tyler, when is it EVER acceptable to smack a young lady's hand like that? Apologize immediately." Coach Reynolds growls, arms crossed as he approaches the two.
"I'm sorry, I just.... I need to go take a shower!" He replies, his eyes darting desperately towards the other end of the locker room.
"Tyler, sit down. Now." Coach Reynolds commands, pointing towards the bench.
Tyler gulps, his mind racing. What was going to happen if he didn't listen? What would his parents think? He couldn't just disobey a teacher...! With a sigh, he sits back down next to Suzie, who has now moved her clipboard and pen onto her lap.
"Sorry..." He mumbles, still refusing to look the girl in the eyes.
"It's okay! Boys are weird, I get it." She says with a giggle, resting her hand on his knee.
He gulps. This was getting dangerous.
"You just don't seem to have much hair down there either," she innocently gestures to the spot just above the waistline of his speedo as if referencing an anatomy model. "and I feel like, if the school administration is MAKING boys trim their man-hair, that's kind of a big deal! And I'd definitely want to do a story on that!"
Tyler freezes. This wasn't how he wanted anyone to find out about what happened at swim practice before meets.
"I-uh..." He begins, eyes darting around the room for someone who could save him. "I-I mean... They don't, but I kind of do... But I've never really... you know, had much there..."
"Are you sure? I know some boys like to go through puberty a little late, but you're in high school! You should have SOME adult hair at least, right?"
"Y-yeah, I'm sure... I've never really had any..." He mumbles, his face turning bright red. "None of the men in my family are all that hairy, you know?"
Suzie furrows her brow. She hadn't known that pubes could simply not grow on a boy. Wasn't that the first step of puberty?
"Well, I guess you wouldn't mind if I had a look then?" She asks, her hand slowly moving further up his thigh. "It would help me write my article..."
The boy lets out a gasp, his hands immediately shooting to cover his crotch.
"What! No!" He shouts, his voice cracking as he spoke.
"Tyler Hansen, do NOT touch a young lady like that." Mrs. Carson demands, her voice firm. "Suzie is simply trying to do her job and write an article about bodily standards in sports. You should be ashamed of yourself, thinking that she's trying to do anything untowards. I mean, the nerve!"
The boy's mouth goes dry. His gaze moves from Mrs. Carson to Coach Reynolds. The older man's gaze pierces him, and his jaw clenches slightly.
"I... I didn't think-" Tyler begins, but he is cut off by Coach Reynolds' booming voice.
"Stand up boy." He commands, his eyes still locked on the young man.
Tyler's heart skips a beat, but he obeys, rising from the bench.
"I expect an apology for your behavior towards Suzie. You need to learn that women don't think about boys' bodies, the way that boys think about ladies' bodies!"
Tyler looks down at the younger girl. Her hands are in her lap, clutching her clipboard and pen. He feels his cheeks burn as he makes eye contact with her. She looks... almost bored. As if she's been through this before.
"I'm sorry." He mumbles, his face redder than ever. He turns his attention back to Coach. "May I please take a shower now?"
The older man lets out a long sigh, and shakes his head.
"Well, I was kind of hoping to get a picture for my article! Mr. Alder always says that one one reads an article without an image! No pics no clicks!" Suzie announces.
"I-uh..." Tyler stammers, his eyes darting around the room. The other boys were still watching him, some of them trying their best to stifle their giggles. His head was absolutely swimming in the overwhelming embarrassment of the situation, and he swore the room began to spin ever so slightly. "W-what kind of picture exactly?"
"Just one of you! Maybe... Just pull your swimsuit down a little bit so I can see if you've got any hair there."
The room goes silent. A few of the boys let out a nervous chuckle.
"What!? You want me to take my speedo off?" He gasps, looking down at the girl with shock.
"Tyler! Stop misconstruing Suzie as some kind of pervert! Not OFF, just pulled down enough in the front to show us if you trim or not for her article! Honestly!" Mrs. Carson snaps, placing her hands on her hips as she glares at the young man.
"I... Uh... I-I mean- Coach please! This can't be serious???"
"Tyler, it's either that, or you're going to have to sit out for the season. One strike on your record for denying a post-game picture because of the gender of the interviewer, and I'd have no choice but to suspend you."
Tyler's eyes widen. "You- you're not serious! Come on man! I wouldn't do this for a DUDE reporter either!"
"But you change and get naked in front of all of the other boys and Coach Reynolds every single game!" Suzie objects, a slight pout on her lips.
"But it's different when there are girls around!" He whines, his voice cracking.
"How?"
"It just is!"
"It really isn't." Mrs. Carson sighs. "And THAT sexist attitude right there, is exactly what's going to leave us with no choice but to suspend you from the team. The district doesn't have lawsuit money right now Tyler. But yes, it's your choice in that sense. We cannot force you."
Tyler lets out a loud groan, and slumps back down on the bench. He rests his face in his palms, and lets out a long sigh.
"Fine!" He mumbles, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Just... Just make it quick!"
"Oh thank you Tyler! I promise I'll be fast!"
Suzie pulls her camera from her bag. She holds it up to her eye and adjusts the lens, then turns her attention to Tyler.
"Okay. So... Just pull it down a little bit? Just enough to see above your thingie!"
"My.... My THINGIE!?!?" Tyler asks, looking at her in disbelief. "I can't just-"
"Tyler Hansen! Either you let Suzie do her job, or you're suspended. Last chance to make your choice before I make it for you." Coach Reynolds commands.
Tyler lets out a groan and stands back up, his eyes locked on the ground. Slowly, he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his speedo.
Suzie's heart begins beating faster and faster in her chest as the boy's waistline begins its painfully slow descent. Even Mrs. Carson can't help but notice that she's holding her breath.
With one final tug, the band is resting just above Tyler's package. He shuts his eyes tight, not wanting to watch Suzie as she stared at his nearly exposed body. He could feel the gaze of every other person in the room, but he refused to look up. His cock stirred beneath his suit, growing hard against the thin material of his speedo.
"P-please just take it now...."
Suzie raises her camera once more and clicks. With the sound of the camera, Tyler's eyes fly open and he pulls the suit back over himself.
"Done!" She chirps, turning her attention back to her notebook and jotting something down.
"I-uh..." Tyler begins, his face redder than ever. "Can I go shower now?"
"Of course! Thank you so much for your time!" She says with a smile, waving goodbye to the older boy as he shuffles towards the showers.
Mrs. Carson nods towards Coach Reynolds, who lets out a long sigh.
"Alright boys, everyone who's showered can go ahead and change for dinner. We'll meet back here in about ten minutes!"
The crowd of young men cheer, and rush to their lockers, eager to finally eat, but even more so to get away from the two women.
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Bonus Scene:
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By Suzie G.
I had a very interesting time this week at my local high school's swim team's home game. It was a close one, and I got to see firsthand the amount of effort that these young men put into their sport!
But as I watched these young men come from all across the county, I began to wonder. Just how do they prepare themselves to swim? One of the most interesting rumors I remember hearing for as long as I can remember, is that boys on the swim team have to be shaved from chin to toes.
But I wanted to know for myself. So, I went to Pinebrook high to find out.
The school's swim coach, Mr. Reynolds, was nice enough to let me sit in on one of their games. And just as I thought, each boy seemingly had a very distinct lack of body hair!
So, after the game, I interviewed several boys, including senior Tyler Hansen (pictured below) and junior Alex Anderson about the practice of grooming.
Tyler, who has been swimming competitively since he was 10 years old, told me that he shaves, although it is only recommended, not required.
"I just want to do whatever I can to shave seconds off my times, you know?" He said.
Senior Joshua Stenton also told me that he does trim, but only because he's seen boys who don't all seem to have worse times. It's anecdotal, but these would be the people to ask!
What concerned this reporter, was the idea that the school administration might, in any way, suggest or coerce male athletes into specific methods of grooming their 'personal areas.'
"We do NOT encourage any SPECIFIC kind of shaving in our athletic department." Coach Reynolds assured me. "It's all up to the young man's discretion. If he wants to shave, he can shave. We recommend it because, frankly, it works better in the water, but it's not required."
Tyler was even so kind as to give us all a quick little peek under the hood, so we can see what a full trim looks like. While there are always other factors, it is worth noting that currently, Tyler consistently scores some of the best times in the district!
Perhaps our administration could conduct its own independent research, to determine if it would be good policy to enforce shaving, in the interest of shaving seconds.
**Included just below the article was a full color photo of Tyler Hansen. The picture was a masterclass in portraying reluctant misery; shoulders hunched inward, as if trying to shrink into his already lanky frame. Water trailing off of him slightly, his hair still damp and stuck to his forehead in messy clumps. The light green speedo clashed with the paleness of his form, and the redness of his face, ironically calling even more attention to it. His jaw was set, eyes cast aside and the slightest bit of a lip quiver visible on his otherwise kind looking face. Of course, the real focal point was his hairless crotch. With two thumbs, he was tugging down the front of his suit for the camera, just enough to reveal that there was no hair below the waistline. But also, to his eventual horror, reveling ever so slightly, in but a fraction of an inch, what was clearly the base of his cock. And beneath it, to his shame, the just barely visible outline of his privates, making it clear under the right lighting that he wasn't ENTIRELY soft.**
"Dude! My life is over!" Tyler whines, tossing himself against Alex's side, his face burying against his friend's backpack. "I can't believe they let her take that picture..."
Alex stopped his cackling at his friend's expense, and in an uncharacteristically wholesome moment between the pair, lightly patted his head. "Yeah, I'm sorry dude. It sucks..."
The taller boy shrugs, and continues his trek to school, the pair walking in silence for several minutes before Alex breaks the silence.
"So... How does it feel to be a nudist? I mean I'd never be caught dead letting a girl that young see my junk, but I'm happy for your new lifestyle."
Tyler smirks for the first time since yesterday, punching Alex in the shoulder. Hard. "Oh shut up man... "
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Author's Note:
Whelp, hope you guys enjoyed! Thanks for being patient with me, figuring out a lot irl now but I'll always be popping in here and there when I can.
Also! Let me know what you think about me turning my two main stories into a Marvel Cinematic Universe type deal!
Finally - feel free to suggest some of the next sports for Suzie to do a report on!
