Surface Tension
Copyright© 2026 by Golden Ghost Pen
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Three boys attending an elite college swim program discover a whole lot more about each other after intense and competitive tryouts as foes.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Teenagers Consensual Gay Sports Group Sex Masturbation Oral Sex
The Easton Elite Water Club or EEWC for short (or not-so-short) was a pretentious but influential swimming and diving club based in Southern Florida for college athletes looking to train over the Summer and take their championship aspirations to the next level. The founder of the group was a former olympic swimmer whose ego aligned with the silver medals he’d won decades ago. He set it up as a means to find the very best across the country to help hone their skills and exposure for future olympic qualification. It also happened to focused on the very best swimmers and divers who were gay.
Every May, there were private tryouts for an exclusive spot on the team. To even get to the pool for a tryout, you had to be amongst the best athletes in the country and scouted for an invite. The team typically only took five athletes at a time and this year there were two open spots to fill.
Three college men were invited today to compete for one of the illustrious spots - not directly against each other, but essentially so.
Preston swam in Massachusetts as a rising senior, the son of a finance executive who put immense pressure on him. He’d been competing since he was only 4 years old, always trained by the best coaches that money could buy. He was 6’3” with black wavy hair, blue eyes, and broad shoulders. He modeled on the side, something he knew helped get his name out there for clubs like Easton. He was bi and had a longtime girlfriend at school.
Liam was an incoming college freshman from Indiana. He had a no-nonsense attitude and tireless work ethic that drove him to train every waking hour he could possibly get in the water. He kept a buzzed haircut in an effort to do everything he could for an advantage and maintained a toned physique. He was only 5’8”, much shorter than most of his peers, but he was one of the highest performing swimmers in the entire mid-west in high school, a star at only 18 and a rare recent high school grad being considered for Easton. He was a bit of a loaner because of his workman attitude. He was gay but had only come out to avoid pressure from his parents on finding a girlfriend. He found the concept of chasing guys to be a waste of time, focusing on swimming and having never even kissed another guy.
Ben was a rising junior from Southern California. The son of hispanic immigrants, he’d picked up swimming by accident just six years ago after being found by a local coach at his community pool doing laps for a workout. Ben was charismatic and loose, a team player who cared more for his club’s success than his own. He was deeply tanned, with dark eyes and hair and a stoic strong face. He stood at 5’11” with a slim figure. He’d never needed muscles to fuel his performance. Ben was closeted to his family but had taken a shot at his California coach’s suggestion, to apply privately to Easton, explaining to the coach that he’d need to keep from his parents the queer aspects of the team if he were to be selected.
The three of them eyed each other up as they walked up to the pool in their long, skin-tight trunks. They knew vaguely of each other from the nationwide circuit but had never competed against one another given their geographic disparity.
“Hey guys,” Ben shook out his hand to greet each of them.
“Hey. I’m Preston. Nice to meet you guys.”
“Hey. Liam.” Liam was short with them, respectful but focused on the competition.
“Ok boys! Welcome!” Coach Daniels, one of the assistants who’d spoken to them on the phone appeared. “We’ll keep today pretty simple. Each of you will swim a 50, 200, and 500 for me. Yards like for NCAA.”
“That’s it?” Preston looked around.
“That’s it!” Daniels said.
“Just once at each distance? No other strokes?” Preston was incredulous, having spent months strategizing for any possible requirement today.
“Nope. We have plenty of tape on each of you. Today is just to see how you perform in person and around each other.”
“Let’s do it,” Liam was focused and ready, “I’ll start.”
Ben and Preston stood on the side and watched Liam take his mark for the 50 at the edge of the pool. He was much shorter than they were but was incredibly toned. Not large, but hunky, but chiseled and right. He had blue eyes and a jawline that looked hardened by a challenging upbringing. Ben made a mental note of the wide curve that his ass made in his jammers, skin tight trunks that stretched from his waist to just above his knee.
The siren sounded and he was off. Preston studied the competition, fixated on Liam’s movements. He was done in a flash, coming up at 18.51, a solid mark. Liam emerged from the pool, looking angry with himself, seeing his time. He was better at longer distances.
Preston followed and came in at 18.38, a little better than Liam. Ben hopped in next knowing his slim build was best at these ‘sprints’. He came up on the other side, gliding like an angel through the water, and looked up at a time of 18.07. Much faster than the other two guys.
“God damnit.” Liam muttered to himself, loud enough for Preston, who was in a mild state of panic, to hear.
“Two more events man,” Preston responded.
After the first event they took a brief break to catch up.
“That was crazy man,” Preston fist bumped Ben who smiled.
“Thanks. My best event so you’ll get me on the next two, I’m sure of it,” he was excited to be here competing and would be happy with however things turned out.
“I heard you just started swimming in high school? Is that true?” Liam didn’t say it kindly.
“Yeah. Stumbled into it a bit,” Ben rubbed the back of his neck. Liam’s eyed pierced Ben’s soul, pissed that he’d been able to walk right into something that Liam had worked 12 hours a day for his entire life.
“So...” Ben was excited to talk other guys in the community. Far from his home closeted life. “What brings you guys here?”
“Swimming, dumbass?” Liam was still frustrated.
Ben felt embarrassed by his question, “right, obviously! I meant like being ... gay or whatever?”
“Oh. Yeah I’m gay.” Liam was matter-of-fact in his response. His sexuality wasn’t important to him, he only cared about swimming.
“Cool cool. Me too. My parents don’t know though. They wouldn’t take it well.” Ben said, trying to connect with them, “Preston?”
“Huh?” Preston was focused on strategizing his 200 race, “Oh. Uh. I have a girlfriend but I’m bi...”
“Sure you are,” Liam didn’t bother to turn to him.
“Woooaah let’s not do that,” Ben jumped in.
“Fuck you. I’m not queer baiting asshole.” Preston had dealt with this his entire young life. He knew he liked guys too, he’d just been with his girlfriend for years and hadn’t actually hooked up with a guy since early high school.
They returned to the pool for the 200 yard freestyle next. The same order.
Liam - 1:37.99
Preston - 1:39.12
Ben - 1:40.56
“I told you guys!” Ben emerged from the pool, proud of himself for staying even somewhat close to the other two boys’ times.
“Fuck, neck and neck,” Preston cursed himself for the extra second on his time.
Liam kept his focus and said nothing. Another break.
“So what’s your training like?” Ben still tried to explore a connection with them.
Liam spoke up quietly, “Work my ass off. I train with my dad 7 days a week.”
Preston rolled his eyes at Liam but only Ben could see it. “I have a personal coach, my club coach, and my college coach. All hands on deck!”
Liam gazed at Preston, “So basically you bought your way here with daddy’s money,”
Preston’s eyes lit up, “Dude what the fuck is your issue?”
Ben stepped in between them, hoping Daniels wouldn’t see the fight about to break out, “Cool it guys. No one can swim like that without talent and hard work.”
“I bet it helps that his suit is about 100x the cost of ours,” Liam wouldn’t quit it.
“Fuck off,” Preston turned, done with the midwestern boy’s shit.
They lined up for the 500 yard freestyle to finish out the competition.
Liam - 4:07.55
Preston - 4:04.93
Ben - 4:13.00
They finished, realizing that Liam had gone 3, 1, 2; Preston had gone 2, 2, 1; and Ben had gone 1, 3, 3.
“Wow guys, that was impressive, I can’t say I’ve ever seen a split like that. Ben’s clearly got the 50 down and you two are better at distance, this is going to be really tough for us.” Coach Daniels said.
“How many spots do you have again?” Ben asked, hoping the answer was three.
“Right now, just two unfortunately,” Daniels scratched his chin, “and we have 3 other guys coming in tomorrow too. We’re good for today, I’ll leave you guys here if you want to swim or chat any more, no one should bother you, we run the club and closed it to the public today. I’ll let you know next steps in a few days.” With that, he shook their hands and was off.
“That was great guys. Hopefully they find a way to get all three of us in this Summer!” Ben kept up his cheery attitude.
“Fuck that, I hope they realize I’m clearly the best for longer distance. Ben you’re awesome at the 50, I’d love to be on the team with you.” Preston was not having it anymore and wanted no part of sharing a team with Liam.