After he changed into his swimsuit, Nelson closed his eyes. Breathing deep, he opened them and stared at his reflection.
Yes, this feels right... I look my best in this type of swimsuit, he thought, trying to stop his smile. But it was too hard. No matter how much he pressed the lips, the smile kept coming back. How long has it been since I wore this?
"Hey, Nelson, are you done? Or do you still need time to admire yourself half-naked?" Cris shouted from outside the locker room. "I totally get it. I'd be admiring myself if I had a hot body like yours too. Actually, I do pretty well the way I am, but if I had a body like yours, I'd be using to hook up with other hot guys."
Nelson didn't even try to stop his urge to laugh. "Why are you rambling more than usual today?"
"'Cause you've been in there forever. C'mon, I wanna check you, I mean, we don't have all day. Let's go already."
With one last look at his reflection, the swimmer left the locker room, ready for his first training in months.
The manager was waiting on the other side of the door. He was wearing the jacket that was too big and prevented people from seeing if he wore something underneath it or not.
"Finally. I was starting to think you had become shy or something," Cris said the moment Nelson appeared. He circled the swimmer, nodding and humming in approval. "Nice body. Is that your way of treating me for suggesting the scrum system?"
Nelson chuckled. "Maybe. But I remember that you're not just satisfied with a hot shirtless guy."
Cris smiled and blushed. "You're right about that. It' not enough just to look at you," he mumbled the last part. They stayed in silence for a moment and then the manager noticed the swimmer glancing at his jacket. At once the embarrassed expression changed into the sly smile. "Are you interested in what's underneath my jacket?"
Nelson widened his eyes and averted his eyes, his cheeks red. "I'm not falling for that...not again," he muttered. "I bet you're just wearing the same Japanese school swimsuit, aren't you?"
Those words only made Cris' sly grin widen. "You say you're not falling for the same trick twice, but all I hear is that you're interested in what I'm wearing. Good, good. It might lead to you become interested in taking my clothes off."
"No comments," Nelson replied still not looking at his manager directly, his cheeks even redder.
Cris chuckled and walked to stand before the swimmer.
"Too bad you're not interested," he said, pulling the zipper down and opening his jacket.
Underneath it, Cris wore a green polka dots bikini full of frills. On the lower part, there was a little skirt that managed to hide the manhood. But on the back, it was too short, and it hid nothing of Cris' shaped and firm butt.
At once the swimmer reacted. His face became an alarming shade of red and he looked at anywhere but his manager.
"You're gonna hurt your neck if you keep moving like that," Cris said, not bothering to hide his enjoyment.
"You're not wearing that Japanese school swimsuit?" Nelson said in a fast and high-pitched voice, looking at his manager through the corner of the eyes.
Cris sighed and shook his head. "Even though this cute bikini shows more skin, you prefer the school swimsuit," Cris said in a know it all voice. "I just can't believe you're more pervert than I thought, though I don't mind at all. Can't say you're the first who prefer me wearing the swimsuit. But just so you know, lots of straight guys prefer me wearing this?"
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The Swimmer and the ManagerRomance
The Prado Maranhão Aquatic Sport Club, a place where those who aim at the top of the water sports gather. Nelson, once called the future of Brazil's swim, is near the end of his recovery after a serious accident that almost costed his life. But with...