Swim Crush

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

L ogan never came back to our room. I wasn’t quite sure where he was, but after dinner, homework, and a shower, I didn’t necessarily mind having the room to myself. Logan’s lack of shame vis-à-vis nudity also extended to self pleasure. And while I was comfortable being naked in a locker room and slightly less so in my dorm room, I wasn’t quite at the point where I wanted to jack off with Logan ten feet away.

But at the moment, I didn’t have to worry, so I took the opportunity to get naked under the comforter and open Grindr. Even though it was a small university, there were plenty of nearby distractions. And while I wouldn’t drive as far as Nashville for a hookup, their bodies still looked as nice.

After all, I could only embarrass myself so much with this secret admirer business before I needed to change universities. Right now, my hand and some explicit banter with the headless torso of a stranger would be enough.

Before I could even pick a guy to chat up, the blip came through, so I clicked on my messages.

SmoothTwink19: Hey. Looking to deepthroat and swallow. You available?

SmoothTwink19 was headless, but indeed smooth. He had the kind of body I would get behind and rail. In theory. I said a silent thank you to whomever was responsible for providing me with tonight’s entertainment and started typing.

CircusTent: I’m not sure you can handle it.

SmoothTwink19: I’ve got a big mouth.

I laughed at his spunk. It seemed I liked an agreeable bottom and my dick did too. It was moving slowly, in an arc, sweeping over the top of my thigh as it hardened. I shivered as the head brushed against the stubble that had started to grow in. It was almost time to shave again; we had a meet this weekend.

CircusTent: That’s not the only hole I’m interested in.

SmoothTwink19: Let’s see what you got.

Not gonna lie. I had an album of ready to go pics and my go-to was a post-shave shot where my dick looked enormous. I was seven and a half, larger than average.

The three Europeans on the swim team thought it was strange that the rest of us knew our dick sizes. It turned out they had never bothered to measure. Before coming to America, no one had ever brought it up, which we all found hilarious because we had all played some form of show-me-yours in grade school.

It seemed only natural to me after all since we’d spent enough time with each other naked. Eventually someone threw a boner and the conversation became a bragging contest, but it didn’t really matter. There was only one guy bigger than me on the team – Jamie, aka Thermos. He wasn’t the fastest on the team and we all knew why. It was a joke, of course, but one that he didn’t mind.

SmoothTwink19: Fuck. I want that inside me now.

SmoothTwink19: You on or off campus? Can you host?

Straight to the point. A little desperate, but I wasn’t looking to hook up. I just wanted to jack off.

Poor guy.

CircusTent: You getting that hole ready for me?

I got another blip, so I clicked over. It was habit. SmoothTwink19 wasn’t going anywhere, and my dick wasn’t getting soft any time soon either.

PillowByter: Hi Mike, good to know you’re a “big top”. ;)

Okay. How the fuck does this person know it’s me?

PillowByter: I know how you like puns, and I recognize your chest.

PillowByter: You have freckles in the shape of Orion on your left pec.

PillowByter: And I like Greek myths.

PillowByter: I’m your secret admirer btw.

Ohhh.

Interesting…and ballsy.

CircusTent: I’d almost be terrified if I wasn’t already turned on.

There was a pause, and I wondered for a second if I said something wrong.

PillowByter: You can’t say things like that, Mike.

CircusTent: What did you expect? This is Grindr, babe.

PillowByter: *melts*

CircusTent: How do I know this isn’t Logan or Danny giving me shit?

PillowByter: I guess you’ll just have to figure that out on your own.

A part of me – the still horny and hard part – took over.

CircusTent: I’m assuming a big top does it for you, especially if you’re biting the pillow.

CircusTent: Is arched and on all fours your natural position?

PillowByter: For someone like you, I’d do whatever you wanted.

Fuck.

PillowByter: Was that what you wanted to hear?

Now, I wasn’t sure if he was just saying that or if that’s what he actually wanted.

CircusTent: Are you trying to confuse me?

PillowByter: You’re a smart guy. Figure it out.

And then the most perfect photo I’d ever seen came through.

His ass was like a porcelain sculpture, better than anything I’d seen in porn. If it ended up being real and I was ever in its presence, I’d make it feel so good. I could feel the precum starting to ooze onto my stomach.

CircusTent: Is that an invitation?

PillowByter: I wish! Why do you think all the notes and now this?

PillowByter: I might be a flirt, but I’m shy as fuck.

CircusTent: So you show me your perfect ass and now you’re shy? I don’t buy it.

PillowByter: So it was perfect?

CircusTent: Fuck, yes.

PillowByter: Good to know your weakness.

PillowByter: I showed you mine…

Cheeky bastard.

CircusTent: You already know I’m stacked. :-P

PillowByter: I’ve seen a lot, but now you have something to use as your phone’s wallpaper and all I have are memories.

His sense of humor was definitely a match for mine. Before I could respond, more messages came through.

PillowByter: But maybe I should’ve left a little more mystery?

PillowByter: I don’t want you to think I’m easy.

PillowByter: Good night, Mike.

What? Wait!

Before I even hit send, I knew that he was already offline. I scrolled back up to his butt and resumed stroking. The idea that he knew who I was based on my body was fucking hot. Sure, it was a little stalkery, but he was funny, he was flirty, and his ass was magnificent. It wasn’t like he had a lock of my hair in a necklace or anything.

Probably not?

I was close, so I draped a t-shirt on my stomach and pulled up some twink getting double-teamed on Pornhub on my phone to finish.

After Pillow’s forwardness, it didn’t take long. As I groaned and bucked, the cum shot out of my dick onto the shirt. With each spurt, I felt more satisfied and warm and smiley.

The gods of masturbation must've been watching out for me because as soon as I wiped up and tossed the shirt on the floor, the door opened. The beam of light from the hall illuminated the entire room. Logan was back.

“Hmm, howdy sailor, smells like someone just had a wank in here.”

I was loath to answer but did. “It smells like that all the time.”

“I knew you were still awake.”

I heard him moving through the dark. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. Just me trying to sleep here.”

“Riiight.”

“Where the fuck have you been anyway?” I asked.

His bedside light turned on and I looked over to see him pull his shirt off.

“I was studying.”

“Without any books?”

“They’re all digital now.” Off came the shorts.

“It was that embarrassing?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“I thought you were studying.”

He looked over at me with a grin. “It was a hookup, alright? Let’s leave it at that.”

I did not want to hear about whatever girl or girls he messed around with, so I kept my words to myself and continued to watch the show I knew he was putting on for me.

Though I wasn’t gonna keep my mouth shut about that. “You know you can get undressed with the lights off, right?”

He turned, pulled his tighty whities off, giving me the full view, and said, “Where’s the fun in that?”

Bastard knew I’d watch. He liked the attention, and who was I to keep it from him?

I had never met a more average straight guy than Logan the day we moved into the dorms, but it only took a week for the real Logan to emerge. Naked, of course.

“So tell me about your evening? Did you wait up all night for me to come home, dear?”

“My secret admirer messaged me on Grindr.”

“What?!”

So I told him what happened, and then he wanted to see PillowByter’s ass. I didn’t want to send it to him, so he got out of bed and walked over to stare at it on my phone.

“Nice!”

“You know, some days I question your sexuality.”

“Nudity doesn’t have anything to do with sexuality, Mikey. Plus, I believe that everyone should be proud of their bodies, and I’m not ashamed of mine.”

“Clearly.”

Logan went back to his bed, but left the light on. “So are you going to message him?”

“He’s offline and he’s my secret admirer. He’ll contact me when he’s good and ready.”

“I’ll bet you’re good and ready after that photo.”

“I finished before you arrived.”

Logan laughed and then kept laughing. “I’m not surprised.”

And then we talked about swimming and his weird anthropology professor and how he sometimes thought about which Disney movie he’d want to live in.

At some point, he shut the light off and we both fell asleep.