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Chapter: 1
Go Beyond Plus Ultra
In swim meets, when it comes to competition in open water, the weather is a key factor for the event to take place. Lucky for us, the day is sunny with just a few clouds on sight. At least, that’s what I had the time to observe all morning right before I plunged into the cold water of Gull Lake among my competitors at the go-ahead.
Wearing nothing but a swim cap on my head, goggles for my eyes and a Speedo, my shoulders were rolling fast with my hands digging on the surface of the water, while my feet were kicking, following the pace of my arms. There were ten of us in total as we started racing across the lake, freestyle.
If I was honest with myself, I had felt nervous about the championship during the whole trip from Toronto to Gravenhurst. It didn’t get any easier while me and the guys were at the campus, practicing our swimming techniques, or tediously waiting for the game to begin. It was like the anxiety was eating me alive in my stomach. However, as soon as I dove into the water from the dock, all the tension on my nerves and all the bad thoughts miraculously disappeared. The cool water simply washed it all away, rushing all over me, as I pushed my way ahead of the swimmers that I managed to outpace.
At this very moment, all of the training and all of the hard work I dedicated myself to earn my place in the competition, suddenly kicked in. It was such a boost for my confidence that all my fears and doubts became nothing but water under the bridge. Just like I practiced so many, many times, I maintained control over my breathing and stayed as flat on the surface as possible, catching and pulling the water as if my hands had transformed into paddle blades. In my mind, the race and the huge lake turned into my whole world.
Through my goggles, I quickly noticed after a few glimpses out of the water that four of my nine competitors were already ahead of me, not good. If I were to let them go too far, I might never catch up in time. So I accelerated the pace by swiftly moving my four limbs collectively, using flexibility and precision to propel myself forward and maximize the momentum I kept on building up.
On water, or on solid ground, racing isn’t just about speed or endurance; it’s also about strategy. Like coach Bishop taught us, well-planned pacing and tactical decisions can make a substantial difference. And proper pacing ensures that I use my energy efficiently throughout a race.
“Don’t burn yourself out too early,” he said to me earlier this morning, one on one, in the changing room. “Settle into an even pace at seventy percent of your max speed. Save the rest for the end. You don’t win in swim meets with just your body. It’s a mental battle in which you got to keep your head in the game. So I want you to think like a winner. Why? Because I know you’re gonna do great today. Once you hit the water, find the guy in front of you and speed up for a few seconds to pass him. Then find your pace again. You’re gonna take them out one at a time. When your body tells you that you can’t do it and you should quit, don’t you dare listen to it. Just keep moving like I know you can, and focus on what you do best, you hear me?”
Remembering the words of my coach by heart, my movements quickened as I persevered in boosting myself onward, paddling and kicking like a well-oiled machine. And with laser-fixed concentration, I managed to swim past the nearest guy before I decelerated to a degree to remain in fourth place in the race. A minute later, or so, conserving my energy, I pushed through again to get ahead of not one, but two other competitors in one fell swoop. It took me a moment to realize thus far that I had come in second place behind the guy in the lead, just a few strokes ahead of me.
By his bulk alone, I immediately knew who he was. Andrew Pearson, the ‘mister big shot’ of one of Seaside High’s biggest rivals. He was the one who won last year’s championship and the year before that. The guy was like a sea train in “One Piece,” paddling and pushing his way through, as if the density of the water couldn’t slow him down.
No matter, he may be bigger and stronger than me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t beat him. And so as we were already halfway across the lake, I sped up just enough to keep up with Andrew, but not too much so as not to tire myself out to death. For now, I must be patient and wait for the right moment. Just keep it up. Just catch the water, pull yourself forward, finish each move efficiently to propel yourself and recover to do it all over again. Catch, pull, finish and recover. Catch, pull, finish and recover.
I couldn’t know for sure how long I’d been at it, but as soon as I saw the blue, inflatable arch of the finish line a fair distance ahead of us, I knew then yıldırım escort that my time was near. So I started to increase my speed at eighty percent in order to catch up with my formidable competitor, one inch at a time. At that very moment, something snapped. All of a sudden, every last thought irrelevant to what was happening now simply vanished. In my mind, there was no past or future, only the present, the here and now. Progressively, my body began to move as if it perfectly knew what it had to do.
“You boys are still thinking to move instead of just moving,” coach Bishop lectured us a while ago, during my early days with the White Makos. “Especially you, Throndsen. Your brain can only send messages through your nervous systems so fast. So the more you overthink, the more you limit yourself when it’s time to act. The moment you take the plunge, let go of every piece of useless crap that’s in your head. You hit the water; the water becomes your whole world, your whole life. If you want to win, think of the reason why you want to win so badly and one thing only.”
That’s right, I want to win. Why? Not because I wanna be the best, not because it would help me a lot for my scholarship in college, and not even because of my dream of joining the Olympics. The main reason why is because my mom is waiting for me on the other side. It was thanks to her and her unyielding support and unconditional love that I had made it this far. I won’t be content in finishing in second place. I won’t be told that I merely did my best. I will be first, I will make her proud. Because I’m the man she deserves!
Therefore, in my newfound determination, I didn’t need any convincing to feel that I had just entered the flow, a state of mind that instantly made my movements more energetic and my focus sharper than ever. It was as if I got injected with adrenaline, as my four limbs were independently moving faster with little to no thoughts at all. I barely needed to assess anything to know then and there that I was right now a meter away from Andrew, still at the top of his game. Plus, the bloated arch of the finish line was less than half a yard away, judging how it was growing in size with each stroke that we made.
It was settled. If I was going to out maneuver him, it had to be now no matter what the cost. And so as I began to breathe in more air to supply my lungs at work, I picked up the pace closer and closer to one hundred percent, even though my muscles were burning hot as I was aiming to overcome my limits. If my feet were kicking almost as fast as the impeller of a jet ski in full speed, my arms might as well be like the rotating drive rods of a locomotive. In this moment, I felt as if I just ran into a Super Star in “Mario Kart” without the theme playing in my ears.
I was doing it! No, I already did it! I actually managed to outpace Andrew who never saw me coming. I can do it. I can win this. Gotta move faster, though, I can’t give him any chance to catch up. Yet, he didn’t waste any time to do just that, swimming rigorously on my right side. The finish line wasn’t so far now. The competition felt more real than anything else, as we kept on swimming like hell as if we had hungry sharks on our tails.
Andrew, however, surprised me yet again by going ahead even faster than I could have anticipated. Looks like the big guy still had some juice left in him, which appeared to be enough to cast me in second place… again. No, I won’t let this end here, not in a long shot. I gotta keep my eyes fixed on my chance of victory, no matter how slim. I won’t stop fighting until I win first place in this FUCKING RACE!
“FWEEEET!” sounded a whistle held by the referee from a boat nearby, at the moment the finish line was crossed, finally.
As soon as I realized it, I stopped the second I could hear the noise of people cheering gradually louder as I let the water spill out of my ears. By then, I turned around and saw Andrew standing near me now that our feet could touch the bottom of the lake. Given that he is over six feet tall, the water was up to his shoulders while it was up to my neck. I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Did I win, did I lose?
Judging by the equally astonished look on his well-chiseled face topped with short, dark brown hair, he appeared to be as clueless as I was. That was until the ref called it with his megaphone in hand.
“FIRST PLACE, NOAH, TEAM WHITE MAKOS. SECOND PLACE, ANDREW, TEAM TYPHOON.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. I won… I fucking won! Somehow in the heat of the moment, I couldn’t believe it. Even after all the work I had put into it, after all of the preparations I’d made for this moment to happen, I was blown away as the declaration of my victory took a second to sink into my brain. As if I needed further proof, the crowd gathered at the beach were cheering and making noise using bambams, cowbells and stadium horns. Their crying cheers were music to yıldızeli escort my ears, while me and Andrew were swimming and walking our way on land.
“Good shit, man,” the guy said to me, as soon as we were up to our waists out of the water.
Surprised by the compliment, I glanced up at him straight in the eye, as we both took off our goggles, for me to sooner realize how sincere he truly was, smiling like the good sport he is. I had mixed feelings for a short while. To be honest, I only ever knew Andrew by reputation or during the swim meets in which we competed. To me, he was always the winner, the mister big shot, the ace swimmer of Team Typhoon who must’ve been so full of himself after all of his wins until today. Right then, I knew how wrong I was about him, as I raised my hand and closed my fingers for my fist to bump against his, as a sign of respect.
The next thing I knew, my teammates were all over me, hugging me and tapping my shoulders while jumping around me and cheering loudly at my ears, as if I just won them the championship. I was just as thrilled and excited by the accomplishment of swimming across an entire lake, even though I was still catching my breath and that my body was urging me to take a seat or lie down somewhere.
We were walking up on the beach of Gull Lake Rotary Park when Coach Bishop showed up next to lay a firm hand on my shoulder and display the biggest smile he ever had on his face.
“You see, what did I tell ya?” he said, congratulating me with the look of a proud daddy in his eyes. “I knew you had it in you.”
“Thanks, coach!” I responded with emotion, right after I launched at him to give him a quick strong hug. “Thank you for everything.”
Those are the kind of moments that will stay with me forever. Knowing this from the depth of my heart, I thought I was about to cry when I saw my mom standing at the front of the crowd with an air horn in hand. The loud, bellowing sound of the instrument echoed in the air, while she was shouting among the other people who were either praising or encouraging the other swimmers to make it to the finish line as well.
Wearing a light green V-neck shirt and a pale pair of jeans, she looks as classy as any respectable woman should be, and as fine as the hottest of MILFs with her alluring curves which complement her silhouette in all the right places of her shapely, full-figured body. From what I could tell by the way her lips were moving, while speaking to everyone around her, I could certainly tell what she was telling them multiple times.
She was yelling, “That’s my boy! That’s my son!”
Chapter: 2
A Champion’s Reward
Today was a great day for the White Makos, for everyone in the team did our school just as proud as I have. Either in open water or in the pool at Gravenhurst YMCA, we’ve earned just enough points to win this year’s championship. Martin did a phenomenal job in backstroke style, beating the timing of every contender with his quick flipping technique. Tristan did just as well in breaststroke as his match almost ended in tie if it wasn’t for his determination to go the distance. Matt did his best as well swimming in the butterfly style effectively without faltering for a second. He was pretty upset of winning second place instead of first like most of us in our team of twenty guys. Luckily, it was nothing a few slices of delicious pizza couldn’t fix at “Pizza One Muskoka” with the whole gang and their families at 5 PM while the sun is still shining over our heads.
“Alright boys, listen up,” coach Bishop spoke, standing on the red porch of the restaurant, holding the big trophy that we won for our school. “Before you stuff your mouths until you puke, I have a few things to say. First of all, I am extremely proud of every single one of you. You did exactly what I expected of you and more. If it was up to me, I would’ve kept you in this great team for another season or two. Sadly, all good things have to end for the next one to come. Some of you will go to college and the rest you will find something else to do, something worth living for. Today, you are no longer boys. Today, you are men who have earned the right to call themselves champions. And as champions with everything that I’ve taught you and after everything that you’ve been through, the experience and knowledge that you’ve gained will give you the strength to get you through this thing called “life”. I believe in that. So here’s to you, to the Makos and to your youth while you still got it!”
And to that, we raised our drinks and cheered for our coach who was like a father to some like me. It feels kind of weird when I think about it. After six years of doing school stuff at Seaside High with the teachers I liked and the friends I made, leaving all of it behind, including the team isn’t as easy for me as I once thought. It’s like moving away from the place you set up your roots only to go someplace else to the unknown. yozgat escort Yet at the same time, I’m relieved. Finally, I can go out there free to go outside in the world to make the next steps that will bring me closer to my dream. Being done with that chapter of my life is bittersweet, but mostly sweet of all things.
The best thing to do right now is to make the most of it with friends and with the plat of four different slices of pizza for me to savor. The only thing that would taste better however is the pussy of the woman who I can’t wait to spend some quality time with. Thinking of her, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Making sure that my buddies were too busy eating and talking to each other around our picnic table, I swallowed my mouthful of pizza and wiped off the grease from my hands with a napkin before I pulled out my phone and checked the text that I just received. My smile widened as soon as I saw the image of my mother on the notification.
(Vivian: Hey, honey! Are you having a great time?)
Earlier after our big win, she decided to go back at the hotel where she slept last night while I stayed at the campus. After it was all over, I wanted to come with her, but she insisted that I should spend some time with my friends since I might not see most of them for a while. Besides that after all the excitement at the swim meet, she needed some time alone to chill before my arrival. More than disposed to answer her message, I began to text back while making sure that none of my guys would sneak up on me and snatch my phone away like a dick as I am used to.
(Noah: I’m good. coach Bishop gave us a great speech just a minute ago. What are you doing?)
(Vivian: Just relaxing, taking a bath. I could get used that if we had a tub at home.)
(Noah: That would be nice…and fun 😉.)
(Vivian: I know, maybe I’ll do something about that while you’ll be in college.)
(Noah: That’ll be nice.)
(Vivian: What would be nice is to have you giving me a nice foot massage in the tub with me.)
Enjoying how the conversation was turning, I was just about to write something witty or naughty right until I received an uploading image that Mom just send. My eyes quickly popped open as the image was of her bare legs all wet and partially covered in foamy bubbles. I could feel my erection rising inside my pants as I nourished my eyes with the pleasant curves of her shapely calves and the sweet thickness of her thighs as my sexy mother had her juicy legs rested over the edge of the bathing tub to put on a show for me.
(Vivian: I’m feeling pretty wet and hot right now. If only some hunky stud could join me right now.)
At that instant, my heart rate started to accelerate. Mom really did get the hang of dirty talking and sexting pretty fast over the last few months. Sometimes she would send me photos of her deep cleavage from her office at home with her plentiful boobs showing with a half unbuttoned shirt. And several times in a row, she would show me pictures of her trying out a new underwear and lingerie at the store while I was out either to train or to hang out with my friends. I never got tired admiring my hot mother’s big, round, matronly ass into those numerous J-strings that she bought for me to enjoy the view. Her little games always did the trick to ignite my desire for her, and it’s sure as hell working now as my eyes were still glued to the appetizing flesh of her legs. I instantly became hungry for something more than just food, licking my lips as my mouth was watering.
(Vivian: I won’t mind the company. Could use some help with that itch I know you can scratch, big boy.)
(Noah: Is that an invitation?)
(Vivian: Take a guess :p)
Suddenly, a new image popped up. And to my arousal, it was a picture of her large, yummy mommy breasts, looking luscious and supple with her wild berry sized puffy nipples. God damn! No matter how many times I see them, they always seem more beautiful than the last time I saw them. The memory of their weigh and softness is enough to make my genitals hot with anticipation, knowing what is waiting for me.
(Noah: I want you so bad right now!)
(Vivian: Oh yeah, what are you gonna do to me?)
Sensing that the exchange is about to get hot and naughty, I got up from the table as casually as I could and tugged the hem of my hoody down my hips to hide the bulge in my pants. Leaving my plat half finished, I went for the bathroom, locked myself inside a toilet stall and wiped the toilet bowl with toilet paper before I sat down with my elbows on my lap. With my privacy secured, I began to type the first thing that came into my mind to answer my mother’s question.
(Noah: First, I’m gonna let off steam, pumping my seed inside you.)
(Vivian: Oooh, promising! I bet there’s gonna be a lot where that comes from. I kept you pent-up during the whole trip here, didn’t I?)
(Noah: Don’t remind me. It was torture having you beside me in the car for two hours without touching you. And then spending the night without you was frustrating as hell.)
(Vivian: You shouldn’t complain. A little frustration never killed anyone. Mommy only made sure that her precious man saved all his dopamine for the competition. In the end, it all worked out, champ.)
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