Swim Crush

Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

I t turned out using that term was fortuitous.

Because it led to PillowByter suggesting bi-weekly chats which continued over the holidays.

For Thanksgiving, we had both stayed on campus, but for Christmas, he stayed and I flew home. I tried to deny it, but my siblings could tell something was up. My older brother kept telling everyone I had finally found a “special boy”. After he asked in private if I had given my flower away yet, I introduced my fist to his stomach and since my bicep was twice the size of his, he didn’t ask again.

PillowByter wouldn’t reveal why he stayed on campus for Christmas, and I didn’t push him about it. There were plenty of reasons, and they weren’t any of my business. Especially if he didn’t want to share.

The fact that we were miles apart didn’t matter. In every conversation, with each passing message, I felt closer to him. That should’ve been weird, but it wasn’t.

PillowByter: Did Santa bring you anything amazing?

CircusTent: No jockstraps. Sad face.

PillowByter: That is sad.

PillowByter: You’ll just have to send a nude instead.

CircusTent: Did Santa bring you anything for your junk?

PillowByter: Nope, just got the new PC monitor I wanted for gaming.

PillowByter: That was pretty much it.

PillowByter: And my books for next semester.

CircusTent: Every nerd’s dream.

PillowByter: Totally.

PillowByter: You must be lost. A jock with no jockstrap.

PillowByter: I’ll have to get you one.

CircusTent: What if I did get you something?

PillowByter: Lol. You going to set a trap for me?

PillowByter: Or do you think I’ll send you my mailing address?

CircusTent: Worth a shot.

CircusTent: And if I did, it would definitely be a jockstrap.

PillowByter: I’d wear it for you.

CircusTent: Do you have one?

PillowByter: No.

PillowByter: I have three.

CircusTent: Tease.

Once the photo came through – his perfect ass snug in a black micro jock – I replied with one of my hard dick and the conversation took a rather explicit turn.

PillowByter: That monster would be in my mouth every night.

CircusTent: Leave the jock on and get my cock nice and slick.

PillowByter: Can’t wait for your full balls to drain themselves all over my face.

CircusTent: My fingers are prepping your hole.

PillowByter: I’m ready.

PillowByter: Fuck me.

I closed my eyes and pumped my fist up and down, tugging my balls with the other hand. In my head, they were slapping Pillow’s perfect ass, over and over, but I was close, and the fastest way to orgasm was to pull down on them hard. That increased the sensations along the shaft and made for quicker strokes. My foreskin couldn’t slide up and down as easily.

Fuck .

I bit my lip to prevent me inadvertently crying out. All I needed was one of my brothers to come in here channeling their inner Logan and catch me. I was teased enough as a teenager, I didn’t need to hear the same stuff as an almost adult.

What I did need was a towel.

My cum rag wasn’t something I decided to bring home for the holidays, so a t-shirt would have to suffice. Despite having it, I still made a mess.

CircusTent: Damn, that was good.

PillowByter: Did you make a mess?

CircusTent: Always. You?

PillowByter: Cleaning up now.

CircusTent: Shirt or washcloth?

PillowByter: Fingers and mouth.

I could’ve sworn my spent dick twitched on my stomach. After dipping a finger into the few drops of cum that had pooled there, I brought it to my mouth and imagined I was feeding it to him instead.

I wanted to say so much, but I was afraid of killing the fantasy. Was he as cute as his ass was perfect? Would he be as adventurous in person as he was over the phone? Would I?

But these questions were pointless.

It wasn’t a formal relationship or anything.

Although we had started the regular chat dates.

PillowByter: Too much?

Shit. I was in my head for too long.

CircusTent: No! Fuck no. You short-circuited my brain.

CircusTent: You are a sex god.

PillowByter: I try.

I wanted to ask him if he wanted to meet in real life, but I knew what Logan and Danny would say. He’s the one that contacted me. Everything had been on his terms so far, and it wouldn’t do me any good to push him faster than he wanted.

Unsurprisingly, that t-shirt became very crusty by the end of Christmas break.

I couldn't get the idea of meeting him out of my head, so I decided to see if he would take advantage of a relatively empty campus on the off chance that was the reason he was hesitant to reveal himself. Despite my parents’ disappointment, I changed my flight and flew back before New Year’s Eve.

CircusTent: I’m back.

I waited twenty minutes before heading to the pool. Not only was I addicted to the attention, but I looked forward to any message from him. It certainly felt like what I imagined having a boyfriend to be like.

My head was clear for most of my time in the water, but when I pulled back the throttle and started to relax, thoughts of him returned. I’d only just realized I’d never asked if he had a roommate.

The pool was still empty, but I had been there for just under an hour. I was only getting a head start on training anyway. Coach was fine with us enjoying the holidays because he worked our asses off before them. It was only going to take a week or so to get back to my best condition and move forward.

As soon as I pulled myself out of the pool, I ran through a few of my normal stretches and grabbed a sip from the water fountain. I hadn’t bothered with a towel, so I made a quick retreat into the locker room…where a shower was running. I tried to remember which of my teammates was from the Brentwood area, but I couldn’t think of any.

“Morning,” I said, coming around the corner.

The figure froze, giving me time to admire the almost-full back tattoo of a naked archer. The tattoo was gorgeous and I had to admit the ass was as well. I’d never seen the tattoo before though. Did we get a new swimmer?

“Oh fuck!” the young man practically yelped when he turned and saw me.

The exact second I recognized him – “Hayden?!” – his hands immediately covered his junk, but I had time to tell he was at least partially hard. “So-sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be here.”

Hayden’s head bowed, his eyes on the floor, before he turned to face the wall. He was clearly nervous. “I didn’t think anyone would be here either,” he said.

“I can go?”

“No, I’m almost done. It’s fine.”

The silence was awkward, but it didn’t last long. I had too many questions. Observations, really.

“I didn’t know you had a tattoo. It’s so big.” I realized that sounded pervy, so I added, “Do you like archery?”

“I know you’re naked in front of other guys all the time, Mike, but I’m not and I’m trying really hard not to pass out from embarrassment right now. It’s sweet of you to want to chat, but I’m rinsing off and then I’ll be going.”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Your body is amazing.” I wasn’t sure my opinion would change his mind, but I had to try. I tried not to be obvious, but he was pretty muscular though I’d never seen him work out. “Not that I’m coming on to you,” I added.

His tense back seemed to relax, though it may have been my imagination.

Shit. “Not that I wouldn’t come on to you. I mean to say that your body is perfect. More than adequate?”

Finally he rewarded me with a laugh. “I believe you, Mike. You don’t forget how to speak around the other guys. I’ll take it as a compliment. See you around.”

The water shut off and he scurried out of the shower room and around the corner before I could stop him. I was left with more questions than I had before. Like, how did someone so attractive – and to be honest, friendly – feel like they’re inadequate?

Maybe he had an ex that treated him like garbage?

I could imagine that would ruin my self-confidence.

Where did all those muscles come from?

That was the more pertinent question.

And that tattoo!

Hayden had an enormous naked man tattooed on his body.

And the semi.

Which reminded me to hurry up and get back to my phone. Maybe I had a message waiting for me. With Logan gone, I could jack it as much as I wanted and not get caught. I dried my wet fingers, draped the towel over my shoulder, and swiped.

PillowByter: You’re back?

PillowByter: Back where?

CircusTent: On campus. I came back early.

PillowByter: Any particular reason?

I felt ballsy.

CircusTent: To take you out on a date.

CircusTent: For New Year’s.

PillowByter: Oh really?

PillowByter: And what makes you think I’d agree to that after months of remaining anonymous?

CircusTent: The holiday spirit?

PillowByter: LOL. Call me the Grinch.

PillowByter: Maybe I’ll get the courage before the end of the semester, but not right now.

PillowByter: Sorry.

CircusTent: It was worth a shot.

It was New Year's Eve, I was out of semen, and campus was deserted. I could've gone into Nashville and found something to occupy my time, but I didn't want to get drunk alone. Finding my way back to campus could be problematic. Plus, there was the chance I wouldn't be served as I was twenty and hadn't bothered with another fake ID since my last one was confiscated.

Since I knew he was around, I took a chance.

Mike: How's it going?

Mike: Any plans for tonight?

Plus, part of me wanted to somehow make up for earlier, to show that he could be comfortable around me. I was a little surprised he answered so quickly.

Hayden: I'm good, and sadly not really.

Mike: I don't really want to see your dad any sooner than I have to, but maybe I can come over and we can watch the ball drop?

Mike: I fully realize it's rude to invite oneself over, but my tiny room isn’t company-friendly. Plus, there's only so many things I can do by myself and my hand's exhausted.

I stared in horror at the message, realizing I just sent Coach's son a masturbation joke. The seconds felt like minutes. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the typing dots bubble on my screen.

Hayden: Should've asked for a Fleshlight for Christmas.

Mike: LMAO!

Hayden: My parents are heading out to a party, so it's just me if you really wanted to hang out.

I deleted the text I was about to send – he was more than enough but I didn’t want to patronize him – and retyped.

Mike: What do you like to drink?

Hayden: Honestly?

Mike: Yeah…

Hayden: I like those colorful wine coolers.

Oh. That's kind of cute.

I had them maybe once but it had been a while.

Mike: I can swing that. See you in a bit.

Mike: The white colonial on Carpenter, right?

Hayden: That's the one.

I grabbed my wallet and made for the door, but realized that I hadn't showered all day. Quickly, I stripped, grabbed a towel and my body wash, and headed down the hall.

Soaping up, I thought back to Hayden's Fleshlight joke and as one does, started to harden. I laughed out loud. It never turned off. I should be appreciative of its stamina, but sometimes you just wanted to shower quickly so you could go buy a bunch of fluorescent colored beverages for a friend.

For the booze, I had two options: the big chain store where I might get lost in the crowd, or the small liquor store where the cashier might be the one that flirts with me. I went for option one since it was on the way.

A variety pack of Seagram's Escapes would do for Hayden, and a handful of nips was all I needed, though I'd try Hayden's choice if he let me. I looked for the busiest line as I approached the front, but my eye caught on some familiar wavy brown hair. It was my starry-eyed high schooler from the fall. Tom.

He noticed me before it was my turn and immediately smiled. Every five seconds, he'd glance my way as if to make sure I hadn't run off. And soon enough, it was my turn.

"Hey, Tom."

"You remembered my name?" he said, ringing my items up without looking twice.

I nodded. "Have a good Christmas?"

"It was alright. You?"

"Same."

"Big plans tonight?" he asked before saying the total.

I breathed a sigh of relief. "More like little plans. Hope you don't have to stay too late." I grabbed my purchases before he could answer and rushed out the door.

It only took a few minutes to cross town and find the Sawyer house. Hayden was all smiles when he greeted me at the door. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a faded blue hoodie. I had never seen him so casual.

“Ari!”

“Whoa!” I jumped back, struggling to hold onto the bags.

“Ari, down!” Hayden commanded.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I guess he’s feeling better, huh?” Then inwardly cursed myself for not asking sooner.

“Completely recovered,” Hayden answered with a smile. “Come inside.”

Drunk Hayden was fun.

"I want a blue one."

"We drank all the blue ones," I said. "Pink or green."

"You should have the green. Gimme the pink one."

Pink one isn't quite a euphemism for dick, but it was close enough for two drunk college guys.

"Oh, I'll give you the pink one," I joked, grabbing the crotch of my jeans. All the porn I’d watched earlier made me horny as fuck and now the Seagrams had lowered my self control.

Hayden jumped up on the couch, laughing, and pulled the waistband of his sweats down to reveal baby blue bikini briefs.

"Damn, Hayden, put that away unless you want me to unwrap that package.”

Blip.

Hayden froze, causing his pants to slip down his legs. He made a move for his phone on the coffee table, but his legs were trapped together, causing him to fall.

Into my lap. His evidently hard dick pressed against my thigh, his pert butt right in front of my face. Instinctively, I cupped a cheek.

He scrambled off me, pulling his pants up and reaching his phone.

"Is he cute?"

"Wh-what? Who?"

"The guy on Grindr."

"Uh…that's actually my boyfriend," Hayden replied.

"Your boyfriend's on Grindr?"

Hayden laughed. "Uh, no. He changed the sound on my phone to the Grindr noise as a joke."

My alcohol-infused brain accepted that as funny, but I started to wonder what his boyfriend looked like. I was a little jealous.

First the tattoo. Then the magnificent ass. Not to mention he was so easy to talk to.

"I'm empty!" Hayden said, before heading into the kitchen. "Need another?"

I downed what I had left in three swallows. "Yeah!"

Hayden returned with two more bottles. "Last ones, then it's the nips."

Of course I had to lift my shirt up and tweak my nipples for that, which almost made him drop the bottles.

"So where's this boyfriend of yours?" I made myself comfortable on one end of the couch. Ari was curled up on the floor in front of us.

"Another school?" Hayden answered, sitting farther away from me than before.

"It sounds like you're making him up," I challenged.

"Why would I do that?"

"To keep me away from your ass."

Hayden rolled his eyes. "You are so drunk right now."

I heard a door slam and someone said they were home, but I was so out of it, I barely opened my eyes.

"I don't want to know." Coach Sawyer was standing there, his hands on his hips. "Good night, boys."