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  1. Soren Kraft
    Same over here! It's even hard 😅 for me at the beach or waterparks,...
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    The Georgetown ballroom pulsed with pastel lights and thumping bass. Golden egg balloons bobbed above every table while Easter lilies and chocolate bunnies decorated the long buffet. The Golden Egg trophy sat front and center on a raised platform draped in George Washington University colors. The losing hosts had done their part. They had set up the party exactly as tradition demanded but the mood on the Georgetown side stayed a little subdued. Across the room the George Washington University te
  3. Soren Kraft
    Thanks 😃 Glad you like it... Yep, let's see what happens at the party 😈
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    Thank you Gary
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    The final session of the Easter Meeting crackled with raw energy under the bright evening lights. The scoreboard glowed like a ticking bomb. George Washington University led by only four points. Georgetown sat right on their heels. One strong relay or one perfect individual race could flip everything. The Golden Egg trophy sat on its pedestal shining like a prize that had waited three long years for a new owner. Austin stood behind the blocks for the four hundred freestyle final feeling every mu
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    The evening lights of the aquatic center glowed warm and golden like Easter lanterns strung across the deck. The scoreboard sat perfectly even. Both schools locked at two hundred and forty points each. The Golden Egg trophy gleamed under its spotlight as if daring the swimmers to fight harder. Austin stepped onto the blocks for the first final event feeling the electricity in the air. His royal blue speedo clung tight after the quick rinse. The thick outline of his cut cock pressed forward for e
  7. Soren Kraft
    There can never be enough tight speedos. And yes, those bodies are carved from stone. In my other Story "Flying Otters - Tackled by Team Heat" there is a more diverse body set, which I personally also enjoy very much! ❤️
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    The afternoon session opened under bright spring sunlight pouring through the high windows of the aquatic center. Easter banners swayed gently overhead while the scoreboard glowed with fresh numbers. Georgetown still clung to a slim lead of twelve points but the gap had started to close. Austin stood on the pool deck stretching his arms high overhead. His royal blue speedo hugged every contour after the morning races. The thin fabric clung wet and tight outlining the thick length of his cut cock
  9. Soren Kraft
    At a high-stakes Easter swim meet, sunshiney GWU swimmer Austin gradually breaks through the icy rivalry of Georgetown star Petr, turning competition into a steamy romance.
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    The campus of George Washington University sparkled under the bright spring sun. Cherry blossoms floated on the breeze and Easter decorations brightened every corner. Painted eggs dangled from lampposts. Pastel banners stretched across walkways proclaiming the annual Easter Meeting. Austin Messer stepped out of his dorm with his usual wide grin. At twenty one he lived for mornings like this. His swimmer body moved with easy confidence. Broad shoulders. Defined chest. Narrow hips that led to powe
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    New Horizons

    Soren Kraft commented on Soren Kraft's story chapter in New Horizons

    Thanks @Howzat! Also for the review. On my Patreon, people are also rooting for a match between Pauls old and new team... 😈🤣
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    New Horizons

    Soren Kraft commented on Soren Kraft's story chapter in New Horizons

    Thanks for the honest Feedback! I feel you. I am actually planning on writing a sequel to this story. So this could be considered as the end to book 1 of the flying otters!
  13. Soren Kraft
    A couple of weeks had passed since the league victory, and Paul Koslowski felt like a new man. Hamburg had become home in ways he never anticipated. Fully integrated into the Flying Otters, he was no longer the hesitant newcomer but a core player, both on the court and off. Practices were electric, the team's chemistry unbreakable. Off the court, he was openly out: strolling hand-in-hand with Finn through the city, no more hiding. The lone wolf had found his pack, and it suited him. Things
  14. Soren Kraft
    Lets see, what happens next 🙃
  15. Soren Kraft
    the team is pretty open and I am sure there will be a place for you! either on court or the locker room
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    The arena thrummed with tension, the crowd's roar a constant backdrop to the league finale. Flying Otters versus their fiercest rivals, the score tied at 28-28 with seconds ticking down. Paul positioned himself at pivot, sweat pouring down his hairy chest, muscles coiled like springs. Finn flanked him, blue eyes fierce, the team a well-oiled machine under Luke's sideline commands. The rivals launched a desperate attack. Their shooter feinted left, then hurled the ball toward the goal. Peter
  17. Soren Kraft
    I would sooo join this team. ❤️
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    The sports hall echoed with the sharp thuds of handballs slamming against the floor, the squeak of sneakers, and Luke's commanding whistles. Paul moved through the drills with a fierce intensity, his body still humming from the night before. Fucking Finn had been revelatory: taking control, feeling Finn clench around him, the way their bodies synced in raw, unfiltered pleasure. It left him horned up, a low buzz of arousal simmering beneath his skin. Every collision on the court felt charged: a b
  19. Soren Kraft
    We need more Christophers! 🫶🏼 Thanks guys for reading and being so involved 🥹
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    Back in his apartment, Paul unpacked the evening mentally while unpacking groceries. The scene replayed: hands, mouths, the brink of something deeper. He had wanted it, but doubt crept in. Was he rushing? The lone wolf in him rebelled against the vulnerability. Work the next day provided distraction: a long sales call, negotiating contracts for new medicinal lines. But his phone buzzed incessantly from the old Leipzig group chat. He ignored it at first, focusing on spreadsheets. By lunch, c
  21. Soren Kraft
    Paul's integration into the Flying Otters deepened with each passing day. Work in Hamburg settled into a groove: successful pitches, client lunches, the satisfaction of closing deals. But his real life pulsed at the sports hall, where the team became more than teammates: they were confidants, challengers, awakeners. Finn's presence loomed largest, their private moments at his loft evolving from tentative explorations to passionate nights. Paul learned Finn's body intimately: the curve of his bac
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    Paul spent the next few days in a haze of routine and reflection. Work demanded his focus: endless calls with pharmaceutical reps, tweaking pitches for new clients, the familiar rhythm of sales that had always grounded him. But now, holes appeared in that routine. During a conference call, his mind wandered to Finn's lips, the firm grip of his hand, the way his body had responded so eagerly. He shifted in his chair, grateful the camera was off. By night, he hit the gym harder than usual, lifting
  23. Soren Kraft
    @Howzat Thanks for your kind words and glad the scenes work for you ❤️
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    Paul barely slept. He lay in his bed staring at the ceiling, the taste of Finn still lingering faintly on his tongue. Every time he closed his eyes, the images returned in vivid detail: steam curling around them, Finn's blond hair slicked back, the thick weight of Finn's cock sliding between his lips, the low groan Finn made when he came. Paul's stomach twisted with a confusing mix of shame, thrill, and raw hunger. He had sucked a man's dick. Willingly. Eagerly, even. At 34 years
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    Paul found himself looking forward to practices more than he cared to admit. The Flying Otters had a rhythm that pulled him in, despite the initial discomfort. His new job kept him busy during the days: client calls, presentations, the grind of sales. But evenings at the sports hall became his anchor in this unfamiliar city. The team was skilled, competitive, and Luke's coaching pushed them toward league dominance. Paul fit seamlessly on the court, his pivots syncing with Finn's, their plays tur
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