Swim Crush

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

I met Professor Fraser, who told me to call him John, at the gym and started by giving him a tour of the facilities. I noticed his sneakers and told him they were mostly for running and that if he wanted to get serious about weightlifting, cross trainers would be better since they were more multi-purpose.

“So I need new shoes?” He looked confused.

“I didn’t mean to overwhelm you. I’ll send you some links for what I’m talking about.”

I started him off on an arms and abs workout, and explained I hit the gym five times a week and targeted different areas of my body each session. I tried to make it sound simple but I was afraid it was still too complicated.

“I promise it’ll get easier.”

“I hope so. You really don’t mind doing this?”

I shook my head. Not if it helps my grade.

While he worked out, I recalled the image PillowByter sent me. Surprisingly, I wasn’t caught staring at his ass, but after a few good looks, I was fairly certain it wasn’t a match. The professor was handsome, but his butt was not as plump as the one in the photo.

“Don’t you have swim practice?”

“Not for another hour.”

An hour later Danny was as excited as Logan had been.

“I can’t believe your luck, you son of a bitch. Secret letters and then a nice, juicy peach. Maybe if I rub your head, some of it will rub off on me.”

I ignored the innuendo and humored him, letting him rub my head while I grabbed my body wash and headed to the showers.

“Nice job, gentlemen,” Coach Sawyer said, walking in from the pool. “I know the championships are still months away, but we’ve got plenty to do before then. It’s full steam ahead.”

I snuck past Coach and headed to the shower head closest to the door.

The door opened again and Hayden came through carrying a stack of towels.

“And the holidays are coming up, so…everything in moderation.”

“Don’t forget about the friendly, Dad.”

“Oh shit, I mean, yeah. Thanks, Hayden. Right. We had a few private high schools approach us and propose a friendly meet between their teams and us this weekend.” He ignored the groans. “It’s good PR for us, guys, and I’m well aware – as they are – that we are extremely likely to win every event, but it’s good practice for them. It’s this Sunday. Hayden will send out the meet program with assignments before the weekend.”

I glanced at Hayden. He was wearing a tanktop – it was warm in the gym after all. I had never noticed his arms before, but damn . I’d never seen him in the pool, but he must do something to keep those muscles. He met my gaze.

I’d been caught checking him out but didn’t want it to seem that way, so I slowly turned to face the water. Another pump of body wash and I reached to lather my ass…which I…just practically shoved in Hayden’s face by turning around. Shit! Did he think I did that on purpose? I couldn’t turn around now , so I dipped my face into the stream and got my hair wet. Turning around again, I leaned back, letting the water pull the hair off my forehead, and wiped my eyes clear.

Hayden was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief. That would’ve been something! My bare naked ass checking him out…totally appropriate.

“Earth to Mr. Ramsey!”

“What?”

“I know you have a lot going on, but as your best friend, I’m insulted.” Danny glared at me from the shower head next to mine.

“Well, spit it out. What’d I miss?”

“How are you not glued to your phone?” Danny asked.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve got a guy with an amazing ass that worships you at your fingertips and you’re spending precious minutes soaping up your body with us water jocks.”

I shrugged and smiled. “It’s not so bad here, you know.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “You’ve seen all our dicks like a hundred times. Plus, we’re like brothers. Unless you’re into that sort of thing?”

“Uh, no. I have a brother and that’s- Wait, would you do your brother if you were gay?”

“Who’s doing their brother?” Ethan asked.

“Is Mike going on and on about being gay again?” Andy teased.

“Danny started it!” I said like an adult.

“You two should just fuck and get it over with,” Will added.

“No one is fucking anyone in here!” Coach popped his head out of his office. “Hayden! Shut the hot water off, they should all be clean by now.”

The team rushed to rinse off whatever soap was left. Half of them teased Hayden to disobey his father’s command and the other half shut off the water and ran to the lockers. Danny and I were in the latter group.

In the rush to get out, the team knocked over the pile of towels Hayden had left for us. As the other guys swarmed around us, Danny and I gathered what we could off the floor just as Hayden reappeared.

“You didn’t really shut the hot water off, did you?” Danny asked.

“No,” Hayden whispered, “but don’t tell my dad.”

I stood up and Hayden’s eyes widened.

“Here ya go, cowboy.” Danny slammed a towel into my stomach. “You’ll poke his eye out with that thing.”

“I-I…” I didn’t know what to say. While picking up the towels, I sprouted a boner and Hayden had seen it. Fuck.

“Can’t take you anywhere,” Danny mumbled as he pulled me away from a still speechless Hayden.

Back at the lockers, Danny asked, “What the fuck was that? Towels get you excited now?”

“I don’t know. It must’ve been the friction when I knelt down to pick them up.”

“Dude, you need to open Grindr and work your magic on that guy if towels are starting to float your boat.”

Danny was half-dressed and I was sitting on the bench, still in shock at exposing myself like that in front of Hayden. He must’ve noticed I was frozen.

“Hey, don’t feel that bad. Hayden’s seen us all naked before and I’ve popped a stiffy or two in odd places.”

“Oh yeah? Where?”

“Um…”

“You’re such a liar.” Finally, muscle memory returned and I went through the routine of drying off and dressing.

“The school bus!”

“The school bus?”

“Yeah, it used to bounce around on the dirt roads. Instant tumescence.”

“I see that your Word of the Day calendar is paying off, but you were like thirteen. Ravioli probably made your dick hard.”

“Whatever! The point is friction is friction. So you waved your fully engorged wank wand in front of another guy. It’s not like you jizzed all over him or anything.”

“He looked stunned.”

“It is almost eight inches. Stunned is an appropriate response, is it not?”

Flattery wasn’t going to make me feel better. “Should I apologize?” I pulled my briefs up and tossed the towel aside.

“Mike, you should just drop it. It’s over. Bringing it up again would only make him uncomfortable.”

“You think he was uncomfortable?”

“Probably? I mean, it isn’t every day a guy gets a hard dick in the face, is it?” Danny laughed. “You’d like that, but I don’t know about Hayden.”

“You know I can hear you guys, right? This locker room is like an echo chamber.”

Shit! Shit! Shit!

It was Hayden. He came around the corner, grabbed our towels, and said, “For what it’s worth, I am gay, but I’ve seen better.” And with a wink, he walked away.

If embarrassment could kill someone, I’d be dead. I looked through my fingers, horrified, to see Danny’s mouth and eyes wide open. He was as stunned as I was.

It’s all we could talk about on the walk back to the main campus.

After saying goodbye to Danny, I made my way up the stairs. The warmth of the building made me realize how cold I was. It was time to break out my hoodie. Clearly, winter was coming.

I opened the door to-

“I’m cumming!”

-find Logan blasting a rope of dick sauce all over his stomach.

“Jesus Christ!” I turned away, but it would be forever ingrained in my memory. “There wasn’t a sock on the door. We agreed to put a sock on the door!”

“Is someone there? Turn the camera off!”

From my seat on the bed, I could hear Logan fumbling with something before he said, “Later, babe,” then, “Dude, that was shit timing.”

“Tell me about it. I did not need to see that,” I replied, which only reminded me of what happened earlier. After all, Hayden didn’t need to see what I had shown him. “Do I need to bother asking their name or was it a one time thing? And since when do you have cam sex?”

“Less mess.”

With what I had seen, I doubted that. “Do you need a minute to clean up? Should I leave?”

“No.”

I flopped onto the bed, facing the wall and opened Grindr.

“I’m sorry I didn’t put a sock on the door, Mike.”

“Apology accepted.” I sighed. It didn’t look like PillowByter was online.

“I’m decent. You can look now.”

I flipped onto my back and chanced a look Logan’s way. “Really?”

“What?” He shrugged.

“A crop top and denim cutoffs? It’s almost November and it’s not nineteen eighty-three.”

“One, we’re inside. Two, the eighties were amazing. And three, it’s a cropped football jersey.”

“Where’d you get a cropped football jersey and why?”

“Ebay,” he answered, “and don’t judge me! Chicks like it. Makes me look like a jock. Do you like it?”

I rolled my eyes, but begrudgingly had to admit the attraction. “You know I’m madly in love with you, Logan. Clothes that showcase your fantastic abdominals are a blessing.”

“Shut the fuck up. I know you love all this.” He rubbed his stomach for emphasis, which made me smile.

“Your humility really adds to it.” I changed the subject. “Is this thing”–I gestured to his computer–“serious?”

“As serious as you and PillowByter,” Logan answered.

“That’s vague. Was this your first time?”

Logan laughed. “No, we’ve done this a few times.”

Another coy answer. I was fine with him keeping secrets. It’s not like I told him everything. I certainly wasn’t going to tell him about awkwardly waving my boner in Hayden’s face today.