bear with the beginning. it gets better. Virginia. It looked different. Very different. I stepped out of the car with a pissed off look. I didn't want to be here and my parents knew it. But there was no going back. Florida had been my home for twelve years, then my mother got a promotion at the insurance company she worked at. But of course with everything good comes it's counter part. We had to move for her to keep the promotion. So here we were. Virginia. The company had packed and unpacked all of our stuff, transporting it to our new house. Going upstairs made me even more pissed off. My room was just thrown together and my mirror had been broken in the move. Whatever, just add it to the list, i thought. I threw myself on my bed falling asleep instantly. Tomorrow was school, and there was shit to do. I'm a swimmer. My name's randy. I'm eighteen and a senior. Brown wavy hair, green eyes, beautiful(i thought) muscular body and damn near hairless. Over the years i had collected a rather impressive pack of tattoos, all ingeniously placed out of the public eye. To accompany all that was my prince albert, which always made me proud. The thought of the story of how i got it never failed to turn me on. I'm not particularly endowed, around six inches but i have the size elsewhere. I have the biggest most beautiful balls. Bigger than an above average sized egg each. There was only one drawback, well not drawback, but oddity. I'm 4' 11". I'm short and there's just no other way to say it. All of my girlfriends were at least five inches taller than me which caused some heads to turn. I tried to look at it as a quality though. The next morning was a blur, but i got through it. And a month later i'm still doing fine. I've acrued enough friends to look as if i belonged and i'm considering joining the swim team again. Today's tuesday. The day of the swim team sign ups. Me and my buddy Bryan stayed a while after the bell rang so i could sign up in the gym. Bryan was the first person i met in virginia. He's funny, full of energy, and i'm not ashamed to admit it. He's fucking hot. I'm not gay. I wouldn't even say i'm bi. But there wasn't a straight guy in school who doesn't want Bryan. He's the captain of the boy's swim team. He's 6' 4", a huge contrast to me, and he's built. Black shaggy hair, blue eyes you could fall into. I've caught myself many times just staring at the muscles under his shirt, muscles that ripple with his every move. He had an odd effect on me, and i don't know why. The day of the first pracice came and went without a hitch. Despite my height, i was fast, and i freaking rocked. I wasn't the fastest though. Bryan took that title. As i was in the locker room drying off Bryan came up. "I better watch out or you might overtake me as ranking top dog!", he blurted out before he was even five feet away from me. He had that smile on. The one that always made me stare. He had already showered but was still in his speedo. It was a test of pure will keep my line of sight on his face. I barely made it. "You'd better because i won't lighten up." i joked back. As i grabbed my bag and shut my locker i suddenly remembered the gap in my schedule tomorrow. "Hey what are you doing tomorrow?" "That's exactly what i came to talk to you about." He sat down on the bench and spread his legs wide. The intention wasn't to display, but to adjust what meager clothes he had on, but there was a display anyway. Our speedos were unusually tight and while most of the seven guys on the varsity team were around average, Bryan had us beat in more categories than speed. From what i could tell he must have been around eight inches, and it was a good guess since there wasn't much to leave to the imagination. My will was broken, he looked up rather suddenly and as much as i wanted to look away in modesty, he caught me staring at his bulge. He smiled knowingly and started talking again. "There's something that it's my job to tell you, being captain. The team has a tradition. Hell, it's an initiation. We all had to go through it and those that refused don't stay on the team long." That last part had me confused. Was that a threat? I didn't think so but it sure as hell sounded like it. My brain didn't have much room to ponder it though. I couldn't stop staring at his crotch and Bryan knew it. My pants were feeling oddly tight. "Whoa there. An initiation? What does that mean?" Then Bryan stood up and did something that shocked the shit out of me. He put his hand on my face and pushed his entire body against mine. He had his face was within inches of mine, his knee in between my legs, and i could feel the muscles all over his body. His smell was intoxicating, yet i didn't know quite what it was. My knees got weak and i slammed into the locker as they almost gave out. I looked up into his eyes, and felt....scared. "You'll just have to find out." he said, accompanying it with the most devious smile i'd ever seen. His voice, extremely deep, turned me way freaking on. He let go and stepped back. "Be at my house at midnight, back by the pool." He turned and left. I slumped down the lockers, eventually meeting the ground, the whole time with my hand on my pounding heart. Maybe i was gay, i thought. That night, there was no sleep. I had no intention of skipping the forced invitation and i greeted the idea with a strange anticipation. What would happen?