Private Tutor: (private: Zanabane x WolfDog12) [18+]

[WolfDog12]

Plot:

A college swimmer, MC, is training for a huge competition and needs some help with his endurance. He also doesn't have any pool he can practice in on his own so he goes looking for a trainer with their own private pool to teach him in. After a long and hopeless search, MC wants to give up and is really depressed in the park. Just then a super rich, stunning male appears in front of MC. YC asks what the problem is so MC explains his situation. Understanding, YC offers to help and takes MC to his house were they have a huge private pool. When it comes to training for the endurance, what better way then to make it into a sex game with a large, vibrating dildo as the swimsuit?

 

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Name: Hatsukoi Suima (Last name then first)

Age: nearly 20

Gender: Male

Orientation: Bi sexual

Hair color: Dark blue

Eye color: Bright blue

 

Personality: Spacey from time to time but means well and can be very competitive to the point where he would do anything to make himself a better swimmer.

 

Bio: Normal student that grew up loving water and swimming.

 

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Just waking to his alarm, a college student, nearly 20, already had an apartment near his school. His friends insisted on them living off, yet near, campus and thus, rented the apartment. They each contributed to the rent needed though, because of all the swimming and after school thinks that kept him from obtaining a job, Suima was allowed a discount by the others. For the discount, his friends had him clean the apartment which wasn't so bad.

 

Suima got up and shut off his alarm. It was Saturday and he was to meet his new swimming tutor today. The meeting was at 10 in the morning so the teen got up at 7 to make himself some breakfast then shower. He spent most of the morning stretching and getting himself prepared to meet the new tutor.

 

At 9:30, the student headed out. Not one of his friends were awake yet but they usually didn't get up until 2 anyway. Suima took the bus to his tutor's neighborhood and walked to his house. Unsure as to why they'd be meeting at the tutor's house, Hatsukoi arrived right at 10. He couldn't believe this was the house at first, it was huge!! Taking a heavy gulp, Suima rang the doorbell and waited for the response.

[Zanabane]

 

Name: Aubrey Renwick

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Orientation: Pansexual

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Brown

Personality: Flirty and obnoxious, a bit of a royal pain in the ass. Aubrey seems to be attracted to anything that moves (not literally speaking, of course) and is happy to make it known to the world. He tends not to commit to relationships, and instead prefers to flit around the local bars (gay and otherwise) and, essentially, put his cock into every hole he can find. Despite his seemingly aloof and social demeanor, Aubrey is quite shy and is has no close friends. He is very introverted and afraid of letting people get close to him. He generally hides behind his riches and sex to mask the pain of his loneliness.

 

Bio: Aubrey and his brother are heirs to their family's oil-drilling fortune. Born and raised in the United States, Aubrey moved to Japan on a whim in order to "find himself", while his brother stayed in the US to manage the family fortune. Aubrey's family had always ignored him, the younger brother. The Puritan work ethic his family drilled into him since childhood is the motivation for his leaving the country to party in Japan, always being the rebel.

 

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Aubrey jolted awake from the combination of sunlight scorching his eyes and his shrill alarm clock stabbing his brain with sound waves. Momentarily panicked by the sudden assault of stimuli, he chucked the alarm clock instinctively at the wall. As his mind came into focus, he slowly stood up and plodded drowsily to the floor where his poor alarm clock lay, pathetically whimpering its piercing tone, glitching from wall-induced blunt force trauma. Aubrey tapped the screeching thing with his toe.

"I should stop doing that..." he mumbled, picking it up and tapping the "OFF" button.

 

He trudged downstairs into his modern and beautifully furnished dining room, then to the kitchen. He stopped near the fridge. After poking around the refrigerator's touch screen, a series of ice cubes clattered to the floor. Aubrey stared down at them, seemingly appalled by their defiance. "You're supposed to go in a cup," he grumbled. Blinking profusely, he realized that he hadn't thought to actually bring a cup.

Just how drunk am I?

He thought to himself as he swung open a glass cupboard door and plucked out a wine glass. Plodding back to the fridge, he tried again. Touch screen. Ice cubes. Cup. It seemed to work this time. He filled the glass halfway with water.

Satisfied, Aubrey made his way to a marked-all-over calendar, tacked precariously to the wall. Sucking on an ice cube, he trailed his finger along to the boxes to the one that marked today's date.

His eyes grew wide as he read the messy red scrawl.

 

MEET HOT SWIMMING STUDENT.

 

"Shit, that's today?!" Aubrey exclaimed, nearly choking on his ice cube. He set down his water with a clang and raced upstairs. Almost tripping over himself to yank his pants on, he ran his hand through his medium-length brown hair. He scrambled for a comb, grabbed his toothbrush and paste, and began to attempt and ultimately fail at brushing his teeth and combing his hair at the same time.

"Why is this so difficult?!" He growled at his reflection through a mouthful of foam. Angrily throwing down his comb, he ran to his closet and selected a black dress shirt. Throwing on the remaining necessary components of a complete outfit, he jumped down the stairs to his lobby.

Okay, good, I still have some time.

Settling down, Aubrey pulled open a cabinet and tossed out a bottle of headache pills and a bag of low-quality coffee. He could afford the super high quality stuff but all coffee tasted the same to him so he thought, why bother? It's probably roasted in bat shit anyway or some bull like that and bought the Starbucks.

He looked around his house and started to slowly pace about, straightening up each rug, blanket, pillow, painting and desk, busying himself with these menial tasks as he attempted to block out the thoughts of what this day would bring.

After finding that there was literally nothing else to clean, he dropped down on his plush deep-red sofa and allowed his thoughts to wander.

Why'd I have to go and run my mouth?

He sighed. Aubrey never thought of himself as the type to invite someone into his house. But there he went, of course, telling some random guy to come by. He pondered this as he poured himself coffee.

"Sure, come by my place, use my pool! Way to go, dumb ass. Now you're gonna have to deal with him all day." He leaned back into the couch, cursing himself quietly for denying his introversion.

Well, nothing I can do about it now. Better just wait till he shows up.

Aubrey sipped his coffee and settled into the couch.

This might not be so bad.

 

 

Aubrey is jolted from his thoughts as the doorbell rings. I really hope it's the mail man...

Realizing that this was likely not the case, Aubrey stands up, shakes his head, and walks cautiously towards the door. Etching a pleasant grin onto his face with his mind, Aubrey opens the door.

"Ahoy there! You must be swimming guy. Hatsukoi-kun? It's -kun, right? My Japanese isn't the best." He smirks and steps aside from the door.

"Come on in! Feel free to take a seat or something. I just made coffee. Want some?"

Aubrey studies the younger man. Cute,he thinks.

[WolfDog12]

Suima jumped a little when the guy opened the door with such a lively attitude. 'swimming guys?' The teen questioned before his name was confirmed. "Er... ya, I'm Hatsukoi Suima and I'll be in your care" he bowed respectfully before he walked in. "Please excuse the intrusion." Suima had very old fashion, traditional, Japanese manners and yet he spoke english perfectly. "English is fine by the way," he quickly added as he stepped a little farther into the house.

 

The teen had a small drawstring bag over his left shoulder with his bathing suit in and his wallet. He turned around several times a little lost in thought as he looked around. This place seemed almost bigger on the inside. It was a beautiful and modern day home. He then came into focus again and he turned back to the tutor. "You are Renwick-Sensei, correct?" He questions just making sure they stayed on the same page.

[Zanabane]

In my...care..?

Aubrey watched, fascinated, as Suima bowed. He seemed so shy and conservative. His bilingual proficiency impressed Aubrey. Hatsukoi seemed dedicated and hardworking, and Aubrey mentally cursed himself for appearing before this youth hung over. Hopefully he won't notice.

"You speak English! That's great, actually. Is it really that obvious that I'm a foreigner?" He grinned warm-heartedly and retreated into the house, beckoning for Suima to follow.

Intrusion? Yeah, that's right, intrusion.

"Oh it's no intrusion at all! After all, I was the one who invited you. I mean you looked like you had so much potential. I couldn't just let that go to waste! I'm a bit of a swimmer myself, wouldn't you know."

 

You are Renwick-Sensei, correct?"

 

"Eh.." Aubrey blinks, confused by the formality. "Yep, I'm Renwick, but you should probably call me Aubrey. Or 'Master'."

Aubrey smirks at the young man, teasing.

"I'm kidding, of course. Shall we head to my pool, or do ya wanna chat over coffee first?"

[WolfDog12]

Suima chuckled a little when the other asked if him being a foreigner was obvious. He didn't bother pointing out that the other already said he couldn't really speak japanese well. "I grew up learning both english and Japanese since my dad is from England," he clarified. He nodded and gave a slight bow when Aubrey noted about Suima not being an intrusion and that the tutor was into swimming. The teen tilted his head a little confused about why he'd bother mentioning that. Why would Hatsukoi be here if Renwick wasn't a swimmer?

 

The kid chuckled again when the joke about what to call his Tutor was made and he looked around the room just one more time. "Actually, I still have to change into my bathing suit, so, could you please just tell me where the nearest bathroom is? Oh, and I'm sorry but I don't actually like coffee so you go ahead." He made a small motion with his hand for his teacher to drink his coffee and not worry about Suima.

[Zanabane]

Dammit, I should have made tea. Everyone in this country drinks tea.

"England, eh?" Aubrey pondered. It seemed to explain the manners. Aubrey raised his eyebrows, startled, as Suima chuckled.

"Hey, now, come on. I could have been German or something."

Except that 'Renwick' is an English name and you probably have a really obvious American accent. Nice going, Aubrey thought to himself.

"The bathroom's over there," Aubrey pointed to a door down the hall. "The one on the far right."

Aubrey watched Suima's sapphire eyes for any betrayal of his thoughts.

Who is this guy?

Aubrey's eyes scanned down Suima's body in the slightest flicker of a motion. He took a mental inventory. Suima was fit, attractive, and lively. Maybe there's something beyond that. Aubrey glanced again at Suima's eyes and pondered their depth. What lies beneath the surface? The depth of a swimmer's eyes. Aubrey chuckled slightly. What a pun.

English and Japanese. Aubrey found the combination fascinating. Was Suima's upbringing the cause of his shyness? Aubrey felt as though the room had swallowed Suima as he entered; he was so small. What kind of shell is he encased in? What lies underneath?

Stop it, Aubrey, you're drunk. He's just a kid who's going to swim in your pool. He wondered at the strangeness of the thought.

[WolfDog12]

"German?" he chuckled. "If you were German you'd probably be able to hold your liquor better and wouldn't be drunk right now." He laughed just joking around with his tutor. Suima was still super nervous to be in his house and making jokes was his way of dealing despite them being jokes that simply pointed things out. Whenever the teen got nervous, he became surprisingly aware of things and noticed everything that was a little off or wrong.

 

When Aubrey told him where the bathroom was, Suima stared back at the other temporarily before he turned away and hurried down the hall. He managed to get changed rather quickly and walked out in his fitted swimsuit with his bag back over his shoulder now holding the rest of his clothes. The teen had a really good body for his age. Though he may look slender and weak through his clothes, When the shirt was out of the way, it was much easier to see his slender but muscular build.

 

"I'd like to thank you again for letting me come here to train. There is a pool place 20 minutes from my college where we typically have competitions but it is always filled with kids and or old people on the days we don't book it so There is no where for me to train properly." He smiled nervously at the other.

[Zanabane]

"Huh?"

Aubrey stared at Suima, dumbfounded. "H-hey! I hold my liquor just fine!" He chibi-raged. Collecting himself, and glancing curiously at Suima, Aubrey pondered.

"How did you know I was drunk?" He almost asked. Catching himself, Aubrey sighed. Not a good question to ask, Aubrey, you're going to embarrass yourself.

 

Aubrey followed Suima with his eyes as he made his way to the bathroom. His gaze automatically landed on Suima's toned ass. He leaned back against a wall as Suima changed, wondering what the swimmer's body looked like. Seconds after the thought had entered his mind, Suima was standing before him, his fit upper body now the subject of Aubrey's ever-wandering gaze. Suima was beautiful. Aubrey scanned him up and down, feeling his feral instinct pull him toward this object of desire. Shaking his head slightly, Aubrey realized that the young man was speaking.

 

As Suima spoke, Aubrey felt the tension in his voice. The guy was nervous, and Aubrey couldn't figure out why for the life of him. "Oh yeah, of course! Don't worry about it at all. I'm glad you have a place to train. You'd better do well in that competition," Aubrey winked.

"The pool's this way," Aubrey pointed unnecessarily as he led Suima to the giant indoor pool.

[WolfDog12]

The teen nodded happily, pretty determined to win the entire tournament. When he'd been lead to the pool, Suima's eyes widened as he started at the crystal blue water. To think someone had something like this in their house... He thought to himself as he continued to stare.

 

Almost unconsciously, Suima placed his bag against the wall away from the water and he hurried over to the edge of the shorter side of the pool. The teen was overly eager to get in and just swim but he paused and glanced over at his tutor. He figured he needed to wait for instructions or for him to yell go or something. "This place is amazing," he quickly commented.

 

Now I'm all pumped!!! I finally have a pool just the right size I can swim and and there's not a single kid, birthday party, old people water yoga class… FINALLY! he thought in his head as he admired the water. He really did run into hundreds of problems with the public pool but right now was different; this was a private pool he'd been invited to so he could swim to his heart's content.

[Zanabane]

Aubrey watched curiously as Suima stared at the pool. Aubrey found it odd. He was so...interested in this pool.

What a weird guy. Aubrey admired Suima's passion. The intense focus in the kid's eyes as he watched the water awed Aubrey. Suima's sudden burst of energy and excitement fascinated him. What's with this guy's obsession with swimming?

"Thanks!" He responded to Suima's exclamation. Thinking a moment, Aubrey realized that he probably looked like some snob, with this giant pool in his house.

Aubrey took a few steps towards a storage closet in the back of the room, and, after several seconds of rummaging, emerged carrying a whistle and a stopwatch.

"Okay, so...I want you to get warmed up. Stretch, do some laps, whatever gets you in the zone. When you're ready, I'll start timing you," Aubrey stated, fiddling with the whistle around his neck. He looks like a fish. Aubrey blinked as his wayward mind settled on this conclusion. Suima's deep ocean-blue hair, his bright aquamarine eyes, and his slender build gave him the appearance of a river druid. Come to think of it, even his name sounded like the word 'swimmer'. What a coincidence, Aubrey mused. This guy felt like the very essence of the water.

[WolfDog12]

That ok to warm up was just what the kid needed. His eyes practically sparkled and he set himself up in a racers stance and waited 10 seconds before he jumped forwards and did a perfect dive into the cool liquid and swam to the other side. Stupidly, Suima had forgotten his goggles in his bag but as if he measured the length of the pool in his mind, just before the opposite ledge, the teen dove down and kicked off the wall to head back the other way.

 

He came to a stop a foot away from where he had started and pulled himself out of the water. Suima walked over and grabbed his goggles before walking back to the pool. His hair was clinging to his face and neck from the water that streamed down his body. "Alright I'm ready," he announced while smiling over at Aubrey. The teen hadn't paid any attention to what the other could have been thinking at all.

[Zanabane]

Aubrey stared, captivated, as Suima dove. His body cut through the water like a sword, the minimal splash reverberating throughout the water. Aubrey watched as the fish streamlined through the water. It looked as though Suima was born in the water, cursed by some sea-witch and forced to give up his tail and live on land. His fluid motion through the crystalline pool was artful and intriguing. Had he any artistic ability at all, Aubrey would have wanted to paint it. The late-day sun of the early spring flooded in through the room's high, west-facing windows, canvassing the scene in golden light.

 

Aubrey realized that Suima had forgotten his goggles. He briefly worried about the fact. Fish don't need goggles, he thought. Smirking to himself, he understood what that thought meant. Even without his goggles, Suima's grace was inhuman. The goggles seemed to be just a perfunctory accessory which was not at all needed.

 

As Suima emerged, dripping, from the water, Aubrey gasped softly. His body wet, the water glistening like quartz crystals. So smooth, so flawless.

"You're like a dolphin!" He blurted without thinking.

[WolfDog12]

"Really?" He questioned as he pulled the goggles onto his head. "I honestly wish I was a dolphin. They are far more graceful and get to spend their entire lives swimming throughout the ocean." He glanced over at the pool which was still calming from Suima's swim and climb out of the water. "Wouldn't it be cool if I had a tail instead of legs?" He spoke quietly more so to himself then towards Aubrey.

 

"Yosh!" He sounded trying to pump himself up. That was the typical japanese for "Yes". "Alright, I'm ready to be timed." He didn't take a lot of time warming up but that was because Suima knew his limits and those typically included his lack of endurance. He was fast but only in bursts so that was why he did these competitions and not long distant swim races across rivers or anything.

 

Suima set himself up at the ledge of the water again and put his goggles over his eyes getting ready to jump. "Just yell 'START' when you're ready." He crouched down again and was ready to take another graceful dive. When it came to swimming, the teen always opened up more and became a hell of a lot more cheerful.

[Zanabane]

"I dunno, I think you may have been a dolphin in your past life," Aubrey started out loud, it's like your soul belongs in the water. Aubrey chose to finish the strange sentence in his head. He looked longingly at Suima's athletic body, vowing to get him into bed sometime soon. Maybe after the competition, when he was high off of post-victory endorphins. Realizing what a whore he was, Aubrey immediately snapped out of his trance.

 

"...tail instead of legs..." was the extent of Aubrey's comprehension. He blinked at Suima barely able to believe his ears. It was like he had read his mind. They were on the same wavelength, and it made Aubrey's lips curl into a grin. Suima, now forever nicknamed 'dolphin-boy', was beginning to open up. Aubrey felt like he was watching a lily blossom. Maybe there was something there, after all. A shy mermaid-boy from a conservative family coming to terms with his life on land, a strange fairy tale that Aubrey thought of as he watched the swimmer pump himself up.

 

"Alright, you ready?" Aubrey yelled. He put the whistle in his mouth, made a sucking-in motion with his mouth, was about to blow and...

"Just kidding~" He chuckled to himself, hoping Suima would fall into the water. After he felt that Suima was sufficiently annoyed, he unexpectedly blew the whistle. It was like a twisted game of 'Simon Says'.

[WolfDog12]

Suima laughed a little at the comment abut being a dolphin in his past life and he nodded ready to go. Just as Aubrey took in a breath, Suima git even more pumped up. He waited for what seemed like forever until he heard the "just kidding," and one foot moved forwards to catch him but the teen quickly recovered. "Really? It the some kind of-" he was cut off because the moment that whistle sounded, he dove into the water holding his breath. It was almost second nature to dive to the sound of a whistle.

 

Suima felt the water rush over his body and every inch of him seemed to fall in love all over again. His arms ripped into the water to pull him forward and his legs kicked to propel him towards his goal. He didn't slow down as he approached the edge and just used his momentum to dive down and flip himself so his legs could force him off the wall. Suima swam with everything he had and stopped when he successfully had a hold on the wall he started from.

 

The male pulled his goggles off and turned to his tutor. "How was that?" He asked still in the water. Suima really didn't want to get out just yet so he stayed and teed water until he were to be told to get out. The teen didn't want Aubrey to know about how sore Suima was. His muscles couldn't endure the strength swimming needed. He wasn't out of breath so it was hard to tell.

[Zanabane]

Aubrey had to clamp his hands over his mouth to keep himself from bursting into laughter. The guy had literally physically responded to the sound of his whistle. From his angle, it looked like a visceral reaction, something he couldn't control. Suima had attacked the water without finishing his sentence. Without finishing his sentence. Aubrey could barely believe what he was seeing. It was like mind control. I bet if I whistled at him on land, he'd instinctively jump out the window, Aubrey mused. Maybe I'm just an asshole.

 

"Looking good!" Aubrey shouted at the dolphin-boy, cupping his hands over his mouth. Suima's passion intrigued Aubrey. He looked so powerful and knowing, completely the opposite of his appearance out of the water. Would you look at that, Aubrey thought, shaking his head and grinning. A sort of pride swept over him as he watched Suima propel through the water. Every shred of Aubrey's hatred for humanity had flown out the window, to be replaced with this strange joy from watching Suima enjoy himself so much. It was as though Suima's essence had filled the entire room. In his power, Suima looked so vulnerable. His show of emotion through his graceful movements kept Aubrey's gaze from ever leaving him.

 

"Two minutes and twenty-four seconds. Not bad," Aubrey smirked, clicking off his stopwatch. "You have good lungs." As he spoke Aubrey began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a lithe and muscular torso. Tossing his shirt to the side and flexing his fit abdominal muscles, he started to unbutton his pants. After a few pathetic moments of hopping on one foot to remove his pants and nearly falling into the pool doing so, Aubrey stood in front of Suima, nude save for dark blue swimming trunks. Cupping his hands behind his head and flexing his chest in a deliberate and obvious attempt to show off, Aubrey grinned at Suima.

 

"Race me," he commanded, looming over Suima.

[WolfDog12]

Suima looked at Aubrey as he began undressing. None of his previous coaches ever wanted to actually swim with him or race him. The teen was surprised but also knew he would lose the race if it were right at this moment. He muscles were giving in already. The teen was thankful for the compliments but he quickly made it to a latter and got out of the pool. "I just have to go to the bathroom first, may I? Is there one nearby so I'm not tracking water?" Even though he asked about a closer bathroom, Suima was already sitting and drying his arms, torso, and legs off with a towel he had brought with him.

 

The teen needed a couple minutes to regain his strength and placed the towel on his head so he could dry off his dripping hair. I probably should let him know I don't have the endurance but I don't even race long distances so endurance has never been needed. He thought to himself as he kept his head and face covered with the towel.

[Zanabane]

Huh, Aubrey thought, amused by Suima's courtesy. He was already dry and he worried about tracking water. So he needs a rest, eh? Aubrey smirked. "Sure, it's right over there," he gestured to a door with a paper with the word "bathroom" in giant letters, written in barely legible handwriting, taped to it. He watched expertly how Suima carried himself. Much as Suima tried to hide it, Aubrey's trained eye pointed him to one conclusion: the guy was sore.

 

Aubrey chuckled to himself. Asking Suima to race was no accident, nor did he plan it before the fish-boy came over. Aubrey wanted to test him, and a race seemed like the perfect opportunity. A glint of mischief in Aubrey's eyes hinted at his plan to see if his suspicions were correct. He wasn't going to race the kid in the typical measured lane. No, that would be too easy. He wanted Suima to lap the pool, and this race was his excuse.

[WolfDog12]

Suima bowed and headed off for the bathroom He walked slowly and smoothly as he wasn't too bad at hiding it. If someone that wasn't looking for it, or didn't have a trained eye watched him, they'd never even realize he was sore. He stepped into the bathroom and sighed a little. He took a seat on the toilet and rubbed his calfs as he went. Once he'd finished he continued to stretch while he washed his hands. The teen needed to get his strength back up as quickly as possible. Once he felt he was some what ok, at least for the race, he headed back out and grabbed his goggles again.

 

"Alright, I'm ready now. Sorry that took so long," he said with a smile as he began to set himself up for the race. Suima stood on the edge of the pool stretching out his arms and legs while also waiting for Aubrey to get ready. Once he was all set, the teen got back into his diving position.

[Zanabane]

He bowed. The guy actually bowed, Aubrey almost laughed. He watched Suima hobble over towards the hideously-labeled restroom, smiling as he noticed how hard the poor guy was trying to make himself look less sore. Aubrey enjoyed this practical joke, this strange prank he was going to play on Suima. Aubrey felt like quicksand. The more Suima tried to squirm, the harder he was going to make it on him. If he wanted so badly to prove to Aubrey that he was a superhuman that needed no help with anything, that was fine by Aubrey. It just made messing with him that much more fun.

 

Maybe I'll make him do two laps, Aubrey thought, chuckling, as he placed an orange cone at each corner of the pool. Finishing the task, he stepped back and surveyed his work, bending over to stretch out his sides. He felt his hangover had finally worn off, and he was more ready than ever to test his student.

 

When Suima finally returned, Aubrey stood beside the cone closest to the pools ladder, hands on his hips, smirking mischievously. "Hey, you finally made it," he called. "Aright, lemme tell you how the race is gonna work. See these cones? we're gonna dive and lap the pool counter-clockwise," he made a counter-clockwise motion with his hand. "To make sure we're not cheating, we're gonna have to touch the cone at each of the four corners of the pool. The first person to race back to the ladder wins. Got it?"

[WolfDog12]

"Wait but that's not a swimming race," Suima pointed out, flustered. "A normal race is one lap up and back." The teen really had no idea how to deal with this. He shifted back and forth on his feet but he also didn't want to show his weakness so the teen bucked up and accepted the challenge. It was strange and you'd have to be one hell of a swimmer to win this. This was a strange race where if you started off in the front it was relatively easy to stay in front, but, if you ended up in the back you were screwed because it would take twice the amount of speed to get in front of the person and still be able to hit the cone.

 

Prepping himself to go, Suima stretched out and got ready. When Aubrey said go, he quickly took off in the water. The teen just managed to slip in front and hit the first cone but it wasn't long before his leg began cramping up and the muscles tightening. The male's body couldn't handle the strain and was already about to give in on him. His attempt to go to the bathroom and relax a bit before this ended up being too short of a break. Suima was swimming only half the speed he had earlier and was quickly slowing down. It wasn't too hard for Aubrey to pass him and win the race. The teen almost didn't even finish. He made it to the latter and gripped onto it with both arms to keep himself from drowning.