Swim Crush

Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

“ S o you woke up and his face was snuggled up against your junk?”

“Yup.”

“What happened next? You poke him awake with your dick?” Logan asked.

We were catching each other up on our holiday break adventures. Logan was being evasive about his vacation, but I was sharing every detail.

“Nothing really happened. He played it off on the alcohol and made me breakfast, then I came back here, showered and took a nap.”

“I think you missed a golden opportunity, man. You pretty much had a romantic evening and then cuddled all night and he made you breakfast. Now you’re telling me all about it as if it wasn’t a big deal.”

“Because it wasn’t.” I shoved him, but he barely moved. “He has a boyfriend!”

“Oh yeah, this mysterious boyfriend .” Logan made sure to add air quotes to emphasize his point. “He’s either imaginary or he’s a terrible boyfriend. Who leaves their boyfriend alone on New Year’s Eve?”

“Moving on to the other man in my life.” I waved my phone. Luckily, Logan took the bait.

“How is the supreme bottom boy, biter-of-the-pillow these days?”

“He’s been quiet ever since I mentioned wanting to meet up again. I think I scared him off.”

Logan shook his head. “Spice things up with a dick pic?”

Hmm. “That’s not a bad idea. You mind leaving the room?”

“Like you don’t have a curated album of perfectly-lit shafts that look three inches bigger than reality all prepared to send.” Logan scoffed. “I’ll be happy to take a new one for you. Let me just get the studio ready.”

Logan was right. A rando dick pic wasn’t a good idea; it really was all about the lighting. There were a few I hadn’t sent to Pillow yet.

It was hard to admit, but I was nervous waiting for his response.

PillowByter: I can’t believe you walk around with that every day.

I smiled, then typed.

CircusTent: Do I hide it well?

PillowByter: Not that I’m staring…

PillowByter: But yes.

PillowByter: Definitely a grower.

PillowByter: What do you feed that monster?

CircusTent: Promises of a nice, tight hole like yours.

PillowByter: Only if you treat it like a prince.

I was glad our hypersexual banter was back.

CircusTent: I’d definitely introduce it to my tongue.

CircusTent: Would you like that?

PillowByter: Hmm…a hot jock tongue-fucking me?

PillowByter: If I’m gonna take that beast, I’m gonna need to be loosened up.

CircusTent: You cum first.

PillowByter: Can I cum now?

CircusTent: Can you cum now, what?

PillowByter: Can I cum now, sir?

“I can see you’re horny, so I’ll leave you to it.”

I glanced up to see Logan’s smirk before he left our room, then glanced down where I had been absent-mindedly touching myself. There was a massive tent in my shorts and I laughed.

I switched to Messages and fired off a quick text.

Mike: The dick wants what the dick wants.

Logan: You’re lucky I love you like a brother.

Logan: Have fun.

Then swiped back to Grindr.

CircusTent: Get on your hands and knees.

I was furiously stroking my cock and about to cum when-

Danny: Practice is about to start.

Danny: Where are you?

Fuck.

PillowByter: Your balls are so tight.

PillowByter: So full.

CircusTent: I’m so sorry.

CircusTent: I’m late for practice. I completely forgot.

CircusTent: Cum raincheck.

I grabbed my gym bag and ran out the door. I could feel my hard dick bouncing in my shorts, but I didn’t care. Maybe someone would enjoy the view?

Jesus Christ! Why didn’t I change?! It was freezing out.

Coach was going to be pissed. It was the first practice after the holidays. My bike lock took longer to unlock than normal because I was rushing and fucked up the combo. I almost got hit by a car that I didn’t see, or rather I wasn’t even looking because I was trying to avoid students and curbs and trees.

The brush with death killed my erection, so as I burst into the locker room, I didn’t have that to worry about. Not that anyone noticed. It was empty.

Tearing off my hoodie and tossing it into my locker, I unzipped my bag to find...a towel, a jockstrap and my gym clothes.

Shit.

I pulled the hoodie back out of the locker and looked for a Speedo. Nothing.

God damn it.

“Hayden?” I called out for help. He’d have the team’s competition suits, but no one answered. I jogged over to the closet, searching past the towels and found bins with Speedos in them.

Racing back to my locker, I stripped, pulled up the swim briefs and ran out to the pool.

“Ramsey! Get your ass over here!”

Just as the chlorine scent hit my sinuses was when I realized my error, but it was too late. I just needed to take Coach’s verbal lashing and get in the water. Maybe no one would notice?

“What are you wearing?”

So much for no one noticing.

“I mean- Shit, sorry. Is this why you’re late? You forgot your suit and couldn’t find something in your size?”

Glancing down, I could see my pubes sprawled over the top of the suit. “Sorry, Coach. Hayden wasn’t there and I just grabbed one and rushed out.”

“Yeah, he’s late, too.”

“Nice ass, Mike. I didn’t know the sun was out?”

“What?” I turned to see Danny smiling from the side of the pool.

“You know…because your buns are out.”

I reached behind me and could feel a few inches of my butt crack was exposed. Fuuuck.

“Do you want to go find another one?”

“No, I’d like to just get in the water, sir.”

“Suit yourself. Just to let you know I was prepared to punish you with extra laps”–Coach smiled–“but I think your teammates will punish you enough.”

As if on cue, the wolf whistles started, followed by verbal teasing, led by Danny, that left me red in the face. I hurried to move past Coach, but the door to the locker room opened and Hayden ran straight into my chest.

“So-sorry,” he stammered, before dashing around me. “I fell asleep, Dad. Sorry.”

I heard Coach ask Hayden to make sure the locker room bins were labeled properly. When I paused to figure out what Coach meant, I saw him pointing at me and Hayden’s eyes went wide. He had seen what the rest of the team had: my ass bulging out of the top of my skimpy Speedo.

I dove into the pool and immediately swam to Danny to attempt to drown him.

There were two advantages to a swimsuit that was too small for me. There was no room for my dick to harden from all the attention, and it was so tight it wasn’t going to fall off. Ever.

Despite not getting extra laps from Coach, I decided to stay a little later and do a little more on my own. Danny stayed too, teasing me on the way to the locker room that he just needed to see the tiny briefs up close.

“Shut the fuck up. You’ve seen me naked, multiple times.”

“Yeah, but that is like a kid’s Speedo. How did you not notice when you put it on? It looks so tight.”

Danny held the door open for me.

“Fine! There! Happy?!” I yelled before yanking it down and throwing it to the side.

Slap.

“Whoa.”

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” I ran over to Hayden who had just been mauled in the face with my wet Speedo.

“It’s okay,” he said as we both pulled it off at the same time. However, the Speedo remained in his hands.

We both seemed to notice I was completely naked and inches from his body at the same time.

Danny cleared his throat, causing me to look at him. “Shower, Mikey?”

“Uh, yeah.” I apologized again and broke eye contact with Hayden, who turned and disappeared into the laundry room.

“Did you need a moment?” Danny whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“You and Hayden just now.”

“I just threw a wet Speedo in his face. What was I supposed to do? Ignore him?”

Danny shrugged. “Just seemed like something. That’s all.”

“It’s probably because we spent New Year’s together.”

Danny paused his soaping to stare at me. “Say what?”

I walked over to the lockers, careful not to slip, to see if Hayden had left and I didn’t see him. Back under the stream of hot water, I spent the entire shower replaying the entire night for Danny. We were both prunes by the time all his questions were answered. He was as bad as Logan.

“Man, you are just a snack, aren’t you?” Danny teased, squeezing my bicep.

“I told you-”

“Oh, I know. ‘Hayden has a boyfriend.’ By the way, I agree with Logan. Smells like a lie. But even if he does, which I doubt , I think it’s obvious he likes you. Maybe things don’t work out?” Danny suggested.

“What about my secret admirer?”

“A bird in the hand, or should I say cock?” He grabbed his junk through his towel and winked.

“You and Logan should just fuck,” I replied, knowing that would shut him up. Walking between the rows of lockers, I headed to mine. “What? No smart retort?” I asked, looking back at Danny.

“Fine.” Danny stopped to put his hands on his hips. “How about you message your Grindr boy right now then? Especially since you left him mid-coitus.”

He had a point. I grabbed my phone from my duffle bag.

CircusTent: Sorry about that.

Blip.

“What’d he say?” Danny asked.

“That wasn’t my phone.”

“What do you mean? No one else is in here.”

CircusTent: Hope you held off for me.

Blip.

“It’s coming from this bag,” Danny said, pushing it into view with his bare foot. It was one of those reusable bags from Whole Foods.

“Maybe it’s a coincidence?”

“Try sending three in a row and we’ll see.” Danny sat down next to me.

CircusTent: I hope

Blip.

CircusTent: you’re still

Blip.

CircusTent: horny.

Blip.

“Oh my God! It’s Pillow’s phone!” Danny half-screamed.

“That means he is a teammate,” I said. “Should we look in the bag?”

“I mean, we need to return it to its owner. Phones are expensive,” Danny reasoned. “And he’s missing all his Grindr messages.”

I couldn’t help it. My hands were shaking as I peeked in the bag.

“Well, what’s in it?” Danny asked.

“I can’t see the phone. There’s some other stuff. Am I supposed to just dig through all of it?”

“How else are we going to find clues?”

I took a deep breath and kept looking.

“Some shorts, a shirt.”

“What’s on it?”

“Mack Swimming,” I answered, tossing it to him. “A jockstrap.”

“Really?”

I pulled it out to show him. It was one of those designer ones. Not for swimming or working out. It said Pump on it.

“Nice quality. Never heard of the brand though,” Danny said.

“Here’s the phone.” The screen came alive as I touched it. “Oh!”

“What?” Danny sat next to me, the colorful jockstrap still in his hands.

I handed him the phone. “I know who Pillow is.”

“Cute dog, but whose is it?”