Moon Hound Hati

"Dude... Are you still pouting?" The question was directed at Makoto Matsumoto, who was sitting on one of the benches inside one of the changing rooms the boys of the group could use. If the sight of an eighteen-year-old young man pouting like a small child was not a strange enough sight for you, then just imagine if he was also buck naked, with a physique that was anything but childish, consisting out of tightly packed muscle -- fruits of a practiced passion for swimming. The pouty swim club member in question gave no verbal response to his friend and fellow club member, but instead pouted even more intensely, arms folded across his chest. “Yuuto, just leave him be,” said their club leader and team captain with a sigh as he packed away the last of his clothes. “He’s just having a bit of a fit over his fetish.” “It’s not a fetish!” Makoto blurted out, sounding a little annoyed. Having jumped to his feet, he pointed right at the captain and proclaimed with vigor and a twinkle in his eyes, “Seeing girls in swimsuits is like looking at art! Especially racing swimsuits! The way the tightly woven fabric clings to their bodies and accentuates every-” “-Whoa, time out there, Makoto!” the other member, Yuuto, quickly interjected. It wouldn’t have been the first time their ace had gone off on a tangent about the topic. Aside from competitive swimming, it was about the one thing that could rile up an otherwise relaxed and easy-going guy. Either one of the two would have made the argument that seeing their female class- and schoolmates completely naked was a way more interesting prospect, but after three years they knew better than to open that can of worms. A few minutes later almost the entire boy’s swim club filed out of the changing room as a group. Some were awkward or embarrassed about being naked, attempting to hide their trunk torpedos behind a beach towel or something else, while others seemed a bit more confident. Makoto, however, walked around like nothing was wrong with the world, seemingly relaxed and his pouty mood having stayed behind in the changing room as a beach towel was casually hanging over one shoulder. ...You’d almost think he’d been to such a place before. Though truth be told, he was just used to being ogled at. Every public match he’d feel their gazes on him and his competitors; the lustful eyes of women, ranging from those his age to adults of various ages. Thirst knew no gender bias in this day and age! I have to admit that it does feel liberating for my manly bits. The boys of the swim club began to splinter off as some joined close(r) friends or just wandered off on their own. Makoto belonged to the latter as he walked off onto the beach to have a good look at the sea. The sparkling water and soft waves were certainly a sight to behold, contrasting nicely with the sandy white beachfront, but it was a bit too early in the day to go in and swim, even on a hot summer day. As his eyes wandered around, he noticed a familiar face nearby, her gaze seemingly drawn towards one of the setup volleyball nets. “Looking to play a match, Akari?” he asked the track and field club member, who also happened to be in the same year and class as him, as he walked up to her. A brief glance was spared at her body beforehand, checking out her assets, from curves to toned muscle. It was an unconscious move, fueled by the raging hormones of puberty. And, to be perfectly honest, curiosity also got the better of him, as even in a tight-fitting track and field competition top and bottom, you could tell she had a nice body. But it was for just a brief moment though, as he reminded himself of the rules in the pamphlet, as well as the hypocrisy of openly ogling someone else when he’d been subjected to it plenty of times. “If we get at least two more people, we could do some classic two’s,” he went on to suggest.

Who cares about sanity when there's stockings involved?

Mama Raikou always gets the blood pumping. Especially in certain areas of the body.

I feel this is the start of a degenerate beautiful friendship.

Hey, Gard. Good to see you join us, mai friendo!

Internet is up and running, and now so is my character sheet.

Name: Makoto Matsumoto Gender: Male Age: 18 Sexuality: Heterosexual Club Membership: Swim Team Typical Grades: Lower 60’s on his worst subjects and usually around 80 to 85 on his best Athleticism: A gifted swimmer who has been practicing the sport since early childhood. As such, he has a well-trained physique and a lot of stamina. Personality: Go with the flow is his usual M.O. That’s not to say he’s overly laid back or lazy, but Makoto takes things as they come and makes lemonade when life gives him lemons. Why spend time worrying about things when you can actually go and do something more productive? Swimming has always given him a sense of freedom that’s hard to find elsewhere, which is partly why he enjoys the sport so much. He’s also got a bit of a competitive streak to him when it comes to the sport, so he’s always up for a good challenge. Background: Aside from what has been mentioned above already, he’s a fairly average sort of guy. His parents run a local family diner and he has a younger sister. When he’s not in school or busy with club activities, he’ll be doing things most boys his age do, like hanging around with friends or playing video games. One thing of note is that he’s recently obtained his driver’s license and is working part-time in his parents’ restaurant as a waiter to save up money for a car of his own. Defining Characteristic: Nice muscles Ons (Character): Being a hot-blooded male teenager, there’s plenty of things he’s interested in, but very few of which he’s had the opportunity to try out. Lately, he’s been interested in things such as anal and toys, but also more niche things such as sex in the shower, bathtub, or pool. He’s also got a bit of a thing for girls in racing swimsuits and, to a lesser degree, bikinis and regular bathing suits.

Still trying to find my way around the site, which should be easier once I have Internet up and running at home, but I'll get around to making a character then.