“Be quiet,” I said back to Zach. I was not only horny, but getting a pretty big boner. “F..k,” I thought to myself, as I sat there feeling the hardness in my suit. I could not believe I had a boner. This had not happened to me at a swim meet since high school. Zach, ever the jokester was no help. As the coach went over the days events, Zach slid his leg up against mine, and with all the eyes on coach, he put his hand on my inner thigh, and rubbed my leg. He knew it would make me nuts.
“Stop it,” I whispered. Zach chuckled and said “just helping you out.” Zach was really cute, and while we were just friends, great friends, he could get me turned on. So, his antics only made matters worse, which is what he wanted. “Dude, you better hope we don’t have to get up soon,” Zach whispered, “you look kinda hard.” He was right, there I was, no towel, no shorts, and a raging boner in my tightest racing suit. I think it took a good ten minutes for everything to calm down enough to not be obvious. Of course, I didn’t help it by looking around to see where Phillip went. I wanted to see him. I finally caught glimpse of him across the pool, with his team. His spiked blonde hair stood out, as did his height.
Turns out we would overlap in one event, the IM, which is four strokes, fly, back, breast and free. The roster revealed we were the same age, but he was originally from the Mid west, I was from way up in Maine. He was blonde and hot, I was darker hair and probably not as hot (at least I did not think so). Coach said his overall times were in line with me, but his breast stroke was killer good. My win was the fly, breast was my weak link. No matter, I was so excited that I might get to talk to him again. It was OK if he kicked my butt. While we swim we are fierce competitors, but most swimmers are pretty cool about the competition thing outside of the pool.
I had really great swims leading up to the big event. I was now focused on the meet, but still looking forward to seeing Phillip again.
“Hey, we meet again,” Phillip said as we approached the warm up pool. A smaller, 25 yard pool adjacent to the bigger competition pool.
“Yeah, we actually swim the same IM event” I said. He looked really hot.
“I’ll go easy on ya,” he said, smirking. With that we both jumped in and swam a few laps at an easy pace. “Hey, what hotel are you guys at?” he asked.
“Embassy Suites, out by the airport,” I replied. They were in town, which was disappointing.
“Would be real cool if we were at the same one,” Phillip replied as he set off on a second set of warm up laps. I dipped under water and watched as he swam off, His lean body sliding through the water. Damn, he looks really good, I thought, and not just his awesome looks. He was clearly a really good swimmer. Although, his silhouette was sweet, enough to make a straight guy horny.
Phillip climbed out of the pool. The water drained from his suit, as it clung tightly to him. Even more revealing than ever. Even in the cool water, I could feel my excitement rise. He turned back and stood for a second. Our eyes met and he smiled at me. “Hey, good luck Ryan, let’s stay friends no matter what,.” I just melted. Not only was he handsomely hot, he was a sweet and kind as I could imagine. “Absolutely, “ I replied. Absolutely indeed…. (to be continued... if you like the story, please let me know
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