High School Swimmers Get Busted

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Eric Muller was the local suburban high school's swim team champion. He had held this distinction throughout his for years at the school, and now, the eighteen year old senior was looking foreword to acceptance on an athletic scholarship to one of the region's finer universities on an athletic scholarship. This was likely, for Eric's times were among the team's best, and already better than most seasoned college swimmers. The team, known as the Dragons, were the envy of the school. When not practicing, attending classes, studying, or winning trophies, they were usually drinking, partying, and screwing any willing chick. This last category included most of the female students at the school, or even some other schools. Truly these guys had a charmed life.

Eric, for his part, looked the part. Extremely handsome, he was also very muscular, a little like a high school wrestler, only a little taller. His blond hair was short, and he had the perfectly oval face, blue eyes, and ruddy complexion, to match his hair, and thus achieve the appearance of the so called "perfect blond". In his Speedos, with "Dragons" written across the seat, he was simply irresistible. There were a lot of really sexy guys on the high school swim team, as I'm sure my reader could guess, but Eric Muller was the best.

It was a Friday afternoon and the team was just finishing up a tough meet. "Hey, Eric, what should we do tonight, score some chicks, or what?" "I dunno." The team filed out of the pool, grabbed their towels, and proceeded to the locker room and showers. In the shower room Eric, and his buddy, Brian, continued their conversation. "I was thinking..." "Don't strain yourself!" (Much laughter rang out in the shower room after that remark.) "No, really, I was thinking, how about we hire ourselves a hooker for the night. That would be so cool." "I dunno, I mean, what about our parents, you know, and the school, so on, ya'know?" "They don't have to know!" Thus Brian, another handsome lad of eighteen, enlisted Eric in his plan to drive into the city, and get down with some hookers. Of course no one knew, except the entire rest of the team, who proceeded to insist they be included as well. They all ranged in age from sixteen to eighteen, as the school didn't have anyone younger than that who could qualify. Brian was a little taller than Eric, had red hair, blue eyes, and a lighter complexion than Eric's, with some light freckles. Both boys shared blue eyes, as did a couple other of the swimmers, but beyond that the only trait they all shared physically, besides being young white males, was an almost total absence of body hair. Whether this was due to shaving for swimming, as they all insisted, or due to their relative youth and Anglo Saxon genes, as was more likely, I don't know. But they all did look great anyway. 

"Okay, but we have to plan this." Eric insisted as they all left the shower, and proceeded to the lockers, drying their hair as they walked. "Brian, me and you will drive downtown, and find ourselves a babe, and bring her back here tonight, to see the other guys. How much money do you have?" Brian, and the rest of the team checked their lockers, and managed, between all of them, to raise several hundred dollars. Then all the boys finished their drying, and, in that usual clever maneuver that all adolescent boys seem to master as an art form, wrapped their towels around themselves and got dressed without even getting naked. One wondered what exactly they intended to do with a hooker in their locker room if they even refused to shower naked and undress in front of each other?

Dressed in his waist length sports jacket, with the high school's name on the back, Eric headed for his car with Brian. They both called their parents and said they were just going out to hang out with their friends. Driving downtown, Brian, in the passenger seat, spied an attractive, but mature looking black woman walking back and forth wearing and extremely tight, and provocative outfit. At least enough to give young Brian the beginning of a hard on. "Eric, pull over." When Eric did, Brian rolled down the car window, and summoned over the hooker. She bent over, and looking in the car, saw the two boys' young white faces, and let out a laugh. As she bent over, her blouse opened a bit, giving both a clear view, and also giving them both a "woody". “So, what you want, little boys?" "Hey, we aren't little, and we want to fuck you. We have lots of money! We'll pay you lots!" "You'll pay me for sex? Is that what you're saying?" "You got it!" "Good. Then I have to inform you, I'm a police officer, and you are both under arrest for soliciting a prostitute!" Then the "hooker", who was really an undercover cop, showed her badge. The two highschoolers turned pale, and, as Eric was contemplating stepping on the gas, a police car cut in front of him, and two big male police officers got out, drew their pistols, and ordered our two swim team heroes out of the car, "hands high above your heads!" They were quickly cuffed, and, despite their youth and clean appearance, were thoroughly frisked. "Well, you guys came down here for a feel, so you shouldn't mind". The three cops laughed. "Hey, mines got a boner in his pants!" One officer laughed as he felt Eric's crotch. "Well, let's see, yes, so does mine!" Thus the two were searched, even there groins, by the two middle aged cops, as was standard procedure. Then they were marched to the patrol car. "Can we call our parents?" "Not yet, lets see, you’re both eighteen, adults. Were going to first have to process you at the station, and hold you overnight." Both the arrestees looked terrified.

Meanwhile, back at the high school, the other members of the swim team waited around, all fully dressed, in the locker room, for the two heroes to get back with the hookers. Of course, none were coming, and, after a couple hours, the boys all decided to leave and go home. “Gee, Eric and Brian are probably having a good time with those sluts and are keeping them all to themselves!”

This was not the situation at all, of course. The two adventurous boys, still handcuffed and hard, were led into the station. Their youth, and Eric’s high school swim team jacket, were enough to give the other low lifes being held there, a wonderful target for their frustrations. Loud cheers, jeers, and catcalls came from the holding cells, where a motley assortment of gangbangers, drug dealers, muggers, winos, and street people, were being held. The place stunk, and so did its occupants. The cops just chuckled, watching the two youths, who were the objects of this unwelcome attention, get more terrified. “Don’t shit yourselves! Ha ha!” Then, after their handcuffs were removed, they were taken downstairs to be fingerprinted, and photographed. Eric and Brian silently accepted everything they had to do. Finally, after the fingerprinting and picture taking, they were abruptly ordered to strip. “Okay, now, strip, leave all your clothes on the floor, and walk over to the next room.” Slowly the two, after glancing at each other, proceeded with the operation. They wondered if they would be told to stop just before their underwear came off. Eric, who was wearing tight boxer briefs, like many athletes, reached that point first. 

The fabric was tight, grey colored, and stretchy, and didn’t really cover adequately Eric’s erection, which was still at full salute, given that young healthy Eric was a little on the horney side. He hesitated. The bulge was obvious. “Them, too. Everything!” Eric complied. He stood straight up, and looking down, realized his penis remained in this state. It was less than five inches fully erect, but still, a nude high school swim team member, blond and walking across a room with a fully erect penis is still too good a sight. Eric tried to cover it, but that only seemed to make it more obvious. Finally he continued walking into the next room, his beautiful butt flexing, and his cock springing around, and getting harder with every step on the cold, tile floor. Eric tried to keep the cop from seeing him full frontal too long, but walking sideways past him to the other room, his “spike” was all too obvious. In the next room, another cop sat, eye level with Eric’s privates, and got a good frontal view of the erection as Eric walked in. Worse, Eric was ordered into the room to stand, facing the seated man, who was behind a desk, and put his hands up, “over your head!” Brian went through the same procedure. His dick was no larger than Eric’s, although he didn’t have an erection when he stripped. 

Unfortunately, this didn’t last long. When Brian proceeded, naked, into the next room, he too was ordered to stand, beside Eric, and facing the desk of the seated officer, raise his hands over his head too. Standing there, in that position, stark naked, in a chilly bare room, soon had the same effect upon young Brian, whose pale, long smooth body, only had noticeable hair in the form of a little orange bush just above his now hardening little teenage dick. The seated officer smiled as he examined the two nude teens. After a few minutes of this, the seated officer, by now accompanied by his fellow officer, ordered the two boys to turn around, rotating, still with hands high. He thus could see them both from behind. The other officer, standing in the room, positioned himself to the side of the two, nearer the door to the first room, and with red headed Brian closer. From that position he could survey their dicks, fully hard, from the side. Then the boys were ordered to turn around again, and facing the seated officer, raise their balls. This was really unnecessary, as you can imagine that fully hard these were already all too visible, but “procedures” had to be followed. The two youths struggled to raise packed scrotums, and soon both started showing little droplets of pre cum from the openings of their penises. It was still more humiliating. Then they were ordered, finally, to “turn around, bend over, and spread your cute little buns for me; I want to get a good look at your cherries!” Both cops laughed at this, put the boys, turning even redder than before, complied. Stripped of their clothes, they lost all their youthful arrogance as well. 

When the two stood up again, it was obvious that the tears would be coming soon. Then the cop got up from his chair, and, in the presence of the other officer, walked over to Eric, and said, “so, whose girlfriend are you going to be tonight. Maybe mine!” Then he planted a kiss right on the mouth of the muscular eighteen year old swimmer, who just stood there, nude and terrified. Brian started to cry more uncontrollably. Then the second officer said, “hey, kid, I don’t go for this kissing bull shit. I want to bend you over, and fuck that gorgeous, sexy, butt of yours!” At that Brian broke down completely, and bent over the desk foreword. The cop laughed, and smacked Brian’s butt instead. “All right, that’s all!” Then he kicked Brian in his ass, while Brian was still bent over, and said, “get out of here!!” The other cop, who also fondled Eric after kissing him, did the same, giving Eric a good toe of his boot up Eric’s butt. Both boys, nude, humiliated, with tingling rears, went into the other room, and got dressed. “If we see you two in town up to no good again, we’ll put you with some of our real bad ass big daddies!!”

Then Brian and Eric went back to their car, and drove home. “What do we tell the others?” “Nothing, only that we both had an exciting time in town!”