"Ok boys, in the water and on your mark." Five naked boys of various heights and hair colors, ranging in age from 16 to 18 dove off the pier and into the brown lake for the swimming match. Their bodies varied in shade from red to brown from two weeks of camping without clothes, two weeks totally bare out of doors. They had been laughing and punching and wrestling while waiting for the whistle to blow for the start. Now, in the water, they were quiet and intent, each thinking only of winning this last important race. Their heads bobbed in the water. "On your mark...". Each stood back flat against the pier. "Set.." They put out their arms. "Go!" They all lurched out of the water and dove forward, their arms and legs flapping with all the strength and energy their hard bodies could muster. Their heads turned side to side and their compact little asses bobbed up and down out of the water as they energetically swam the distance, kicked off the wall twenty five yards away, and headed back the way they came. It was a close race, but a darkly tanned Cuban boy named Luiz touched the rope in his lane barely a second before the one favored to win, Steve, a tall, blonde, muscular boy (and at 18, the oldest of the five). Read more

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