By mid week, I was excited about the class - and seeing Sean again. Would we automatically partner? Hopefully so. In addition to his attractiveness, his lanky build made manipulating (and 'towing' him) in the water relatively easy.
In anticipation (step up my game?) I decided to go buy a new speedo at the sporting goods store. Size 30 options were many. I grabbed 5 or six and tried them all on. In my mind, the reasons were more because they all felt great and I enjoyed the thrill of pulling them on and adjusting myself more than even deciding on what color & pattern. It had never occurred to me that solid suits 'show more' than pattern, and being a bit on the modest side, opted for a vertical black and yellow striped one. By the time I settled on that, I was fully aroused, and frankly couldn't wait to go home, more carefully examine myself in the mirror and jerk off. As in the past, I learned that nylon speedos needed a break in period to form to your body, so I wore it all day and night leading up to Thursday night's class.
It was snowing, traffic was messy, but got to the Uni on time, changed, got to the bleachers, and there was the cute girl. We exchanged smiles, and class began.
Where was Sean? Bummer. Sure enough we were going to pair off again, and 'cute girl' (Nancy) asked if I'd partner. There was no way not to say yes, and in that she was beautiful, it wasn't going to be any hardship. We hopped into the pool and who walks onto the deck but Sean. (I'll spare you the American recollection of Aussie expressions and speaking mannerisms), but he was apologetic while being very 'laid back' Australian. 'Still not used to snow, couldn't ride my bike from the apartment, had to jog...sorry coach'. He did a quick scan, and saw I was already in the pool with Nancy. Was there a slight look of disappointment? Couldn't tell. We mostly went through the same exercises as the prior lesson. For all men go through to get to touch a woman's body, it was amazing to be in a situation where I was grabbing her hips under the water, putting my arm across her chest between her boobs and able to press my body against hers all in the name of 'learning'. It was hard to tell if she was interested, but commenting on my 'nice new suit' was a clue. 'you must be a swimmer because you've got the shoulders and arms, and the cute butt that comes along with it'. Wow, that was almost awkward. As with Sean, it was hard for me to do the 'chin tow' where my body was behind and below hers and rubbing constantly without popping a boner. And I did. Tucked down wasn't going to work either, so I furtively straightened it out and worried about how to get out of the pool gracefully later. "you're a great partner in the water, thanks for doing this with me." "uhh...no problem." It was time to get out. I stalled to let the blood flow subside, and adjusted my dick so at least it was sideways. Sean was already in the bleachers, and he was watching my exit out of the water. Nylon clinging to my body. I looked - not specifically at him - but any and all - being self conscious about being mostly aroused. He had a big smirk on his face.
Class ended, & we headed off to the showers. "hey mate, sorry I was late today" I tried to be nonchalant and show no disappointment, though clearly I was. "I had hoped to partner with you again, but from the look of your dick, seems you were having a fine time with that girl." I was dying. "Well, she's nice...and pretty." I was still amazed by his body. Not that muscled, but tall. His dick swung as he walked, with that big knob bouncing off his legs. He was aware he had a good tool....or had learned to be comfortable with it. We changed. He into ripped jeans, t-shirt and double sweatshirt, and headed toward the exit.
'You want a ride to your apartment rather than walking in the snow?' 'Mate, that would be spectacular. Thanks. I also would love to have you for up for a beer or a smoke if you'd like'. We hopped into my car and headed to his apartment. College was next year, so it seemed 'grown up' and pretty exciting to go to a college apartment. And instead of sneaking a beer (or a joint) actually be casually offered one.
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