Swim Crush

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

“ O h God.” I murmured as I approached Danny. We were in between heats, keeping warm in oversized team hoodies.

“What?”

I grabbed him by the elbow and steered him into a corner where we wouldn’t be overheard. There was enough noise in the natatorium anyway. The meet against the local high schoolers was well underway.

“What is it? You’re scaring me.”

“What if PillowByter is one of these guys?”

“One of what guys?”

“The high schoolers!” I hissed, still clutching his arm.

Danny laughed at me. “None of these guys would have the balls to do that. They’re kids.”

“Hilarious, Danny, and untrue. Some of them are eighteen, maybe nineteen, and one of them just said he liked my Speedo. I said thanks, walked a few steps, then turned around. I caught him staring at my ass.”

Danny shrugged. “It’s a great ass.”

“Be serious!”

“So what if it’s one of these guys? Take the compliment that someone would go out of their way to make you feel good about yourself. Both PillowByter and the random toddler that just checked out your ass.”

I tried not to pout, but Danny was not seeing how awkward this would be.

“Hey, I don’t want to be sitting on your porch fifty years from now sipping unsweet iced tea and hear you whining about how you wish you got more ass in college. Eighteen year-old ass is still ass.”

“Now that’s a bumper sticker.” I took a breath, trying to calm down.

“I’m serious, man. Have a fit when you find out it’s an eighteen year-old. No use having one now. He’s probably someone that’s right in front of your nose and you don’t even know it.”

I tried to ignore the feeling that it was one of the random nearby teenagers.

“Where’d you get that Speedo?”

I turned to find a rather tall boy smiling at me. A glance told me he was from Smithfield Academy and before I could answer, he pulled off his swim cap and shook out his wavy brown hair. It was almost down to his shoulders.

“Green’s my favorite color. Wish we didn’t have to wear the school’s colors. Navy blue is so drab.”

I answered, “I actually got this online. International Jock, I think.”

“It suits you.”

I elbowed Danny beside me. He had started giggling.

“I’m Tom, by the way.” He held out his hand.

“Mike. This is Danny.” Danny, who had finally quieted down, shook his hand as well. “Enjoying the meet?”

“It’s getting better.”

I was looking at the pool, but with my peripheral vision, I could tell he was smiling. And staring. At me.

“I don’t do this often, Mike, but would-”

“Hey Mike,” Hayden said, popping up out of nowhere, “Coach wants to see you.”

Thank God.

“Ten-four,” I replied before shooting Tom a smile. “Nice to meet you, Tom. Good luck with the rest of the meet.”

I left Tom with Danny and Hayden. He was cute, but despite Danny’s coaxing, I was not about to go on a date with someone in high school. Even if they were taller than me.

I quick-stepped over to Coach. He was busy chatting with a few older gentlemen, presumably, the other coaches. Standing slightly off to the side, it seemed I wasn’t as noticeable as I thought.

“What is it, Mr. Ramsey?”

I was caught by surprise, but managed to explain that Hayden sent me over.

“Did he now? I can’t imagine why.”

“So, you didn’t need to see me?”

“If I did, I forgot the reason.”

“Is this your best swimmer, Sawyer?” one of the other coaches asked before I could leave.

Coach’s arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me closer to the group. “That’s right.”

“Mind if I grab him for a few minutes to help out our best guy. He’s the anchor for our relay.”

“Mike’s a good sport, aren’t you, Mike?” Coach Sawyer slapped my back, causing me to jump, but I smiled and nodded.

“Sure thing, Coach.”

“Tom! Come here for a sec!”

I closed my eyes, took a breath, and willed it to not be the tall underage glass of water named Tom from earlier.

“How was Tom?” Danny asked.

We’d left the meet without showering, and it was mostly because I didn’t want Tom and his friends getting an eyeful of me in the shower. Under normal circumstances, I wasn’t ashamed of my nude body, but during my time “helping” Tom out, it was almost embarrassingly clear that he was smitten. It became abundantly clear when he handed me a note – a note! – with his number on it.

“Aroused and confident. I could see it filling his Speedo and then he gave me his phone number.”

“I still think it’s nice.”

“It is nice, but it doesn’t mean anything.” I continued listing the ways it was never going to work, but after a few minutes with no response from Danny, I checked to see what he was doing. He was on his fucking phone. “Something more important than my sex life?”

“Oh, stop whining. I’m looking him up.” He waved his phone in my face. “Tom Cockburn. He was born September twentieth, making him just over eighteen.”

“Where’d you find all that?”

“Smithfield Academy’s website,” Danny answered.

“Detective Danny,” I said before looking both ways.

We crossed the street and headed northwest towards the best dining hall on campus. I was always starving after a meet, even a friendly.

Blip.

“Grindr calls,” Danny said.

“I still love that you can recognize that sound. Wonder if it’s PillowByter.”

“Well, let’s not leave us in suspense too long. Whip it out.”

The phone recognized my thumb, and then it was just a swipe and a tap. “It’s him!”

“Jesus! They probably heard you in the library.”

I shoved Danny and clicked on the message.

PillowByter: You did great today.

PillowByter: Seemingly popular with the younger men of the region.

Before I could ask-

PillowByter: I was jealous.

“Damn, Mikey, he was at the meet!”

I felt my heart rate increase. The thought of being watched was strangely erotic.

Danny continued, “I doubt he was one of the high schoolers. He would’ve said peers instead of younger men.”

I considered that for a second and had to agree. Partially because I wanted it to be true.

CircusTent: Does that mean you’re my age?

PillowByter: I can tell you I’m not in high school.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

PillowByter: I’ll be in high school next year.

“Oh shit, I like this guy.” Danny, who was reading next to me, chuckled.

CircusTent: I’m a little young for someone to call me Daddy, but I can try it.

“Ooh, you’re better at this than I thought you would be.”

“And why is that?” I asked.

“Because you’re a virgin,” Danny whispered.

“I can still have a sense of humor. Plus, I’ve seen so much porn. You pick these things up.”

“Ah yes, the Schlong School of the Arts. How could I forget Professor Power Bottom and his teaching assistant, CumPig?”

It was my turn to chuckle. “Do you mind?”

Danny backed off. “Keep me abreast of any developments. I’ll be over here on Tinder.”

PillowByter: You’re too hot to be a dad.

PillowByter: I’m kidding. I’m your age.

CircusTent: I figured/hoped.

PillowByter: I’ll be honest.

PillowByter: I haven’t stopped thinking about what it’d be like to get fucked by you.

Holy fuck.

I reached into my sweats and adjusted my hardening dick. PillowByter was horny and making me even more so. I weighed going to eat versus heading back to the dorm for an intimate session with my growing cock.

“Do you need a few minutes?”

“Huh? What?”

“Are you going to eat with me or are you going to hit the bathroom and jack off first?”

I sputtered, trying to think of a reply, but Danny continued.

“I can wait if you need a few minutes.”

“No, that’s alright.”

CircusTent: Will you be around in an hour or so?

CircusTent: This conversation is causing a disturbance in my pants that isn’t appropriate for public consumption.

PillowByter: Oh really?

PillowByter: I’ll admit it’s easier to flirt with you this way than in person.

CircusTent: Have you ever flirted with me in person?

“Watch out for the pole!”

Whoa! Danny yanked me sideways, just as I glanced up and saw the street lamp flash in front of me.

“I guess I should probably put the phone away while I’m walking,” I said.

“You think?” Danny shook his head and smiled.

As soon as we sat down with our food, I pulled my phone back out.

PillowByter: I’m not sure our interactions count as flirting.

I showed Danny the message.

“Well, that proves he is in front of your nose.”

I groaned. “I wish he’d reveal himself.”

Danny laughed, and then I realized what I said and joined him.

“Oh please, you like the attention, Mike.”

I considered that while I took a bite of grilled chicken. “Fine. I can admit it’s been fun.”

PillowByter: I can be on later if that’s easier for you.

CircusTent: It’s a date.

Shit.

Danny must’ve seen my face, so I showed him. “So what? It kind of is a date.”

“You don’t think I just fucked it up?”

“The dude sent you a photo of his ass and wrote three love notes, I don’t think he’s going to care if you use that term.”

PillowByter: Sounds good.

Whew.