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Sporting events were never my scene, I was always the bookworm with a body built for a light walking pace rather than the ability to play competitive sports. I never craved sports, even as a boy, but my heart pumped hard feeling the adrenaline run through me with a buzz of excitement. I wasn't here for the swimming, I didn't care about who won or who would be here except for Luca.
It was the championship, this would be a big deal for him, and selfishly, I wanted to watch him strut around in Speedos and push his muscular body to the limit. The crowd roared as a group of boys left the changing rooms and spilt into the arena. I cheered too, clapping and adding to the crowd's noise as I tried to find him in the sea of well-built students.
It took a moment before I found him, dressed in just baggy shorts while the others were in different states of undress. They could wear whatever they wanted and my attention seeker was showing off everything I could wish for. It had been a week since our last stint, my mouth was watering at the sight.
His body was completely hairless, and I could only remember the feeling of his skin against my tongue. With a swimming cap and goggles in his hand, the other hand brushed away damp curls from his face as he laughed and chatted with the boys around him. One of the boys reached out as they laughed, his face twisted in a sarcastic look as he snapped the band of Luca's shorts. I don't know what was said or why he did it, all I know is seeing it made my blood boil with jealousy and lust. I knew Luca wasn't a virgin, that was very obvious, but now seeing another student touch him so intimately filled my brain with images of Luca towering over them as they lay where I once did.
A whistle blew and they all scattered to their places behind the springboards. As he stood Luca looked around at the crowd, he looked in his element, made to be cheered for, born to be the centre of attention. His sparkling eyes looked over the loud crowd until he found my eyes. I cheered as he looked with surprise before smiling brightly, raising his biceps, and kissing them arrogantly as a display just for me. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel my cock wake at the sight. I looked around to ensure that no one suspected me as a dirty old man who would be enjoying the show, and as I saw no one cared, I took a deep breath to comfort myself.
With another whistle, shorts were dropped and he pulled the mop of curls into a rubber swimming cap and then fixed the goggles over his eyes before standing on the springboard and getting into the beginning stance. A bell rings and they all leap into the water, and the crowd roars again, the tiles of the building making the echo almost painfully loud. I found myself screaming his name loudly as did most of the balcony I sat on, and for the first time in my life, I found myself hoping my 'team' won.
After five laps, Luca slaps his hand on the tiled edge bringing myself to a stop. The others were not far behind, and murmurs fell to the crowd as a discussion of who won spilled into the crowd. They all pulled themselves out of the water, pulling their swimming caps and goggles off to speak with the ledges sitting behind the table. They all stand for a moment, and my eyes are unable to look away from his muscled back, tensing as he shifts himself to a comfortable stance. Before long, Luca throws his hands in the air to show he had won. The noise in the room is ecstatic, and I join in with the crowd once more.
Another swimmer pulled Luca over his shoulder and he jumped into the water, pulling Luca with him. As they resurface, they laugh and playfully fight in the water with a comfort as if they had been mermen in a previous life. They are called to climb out, which they do, and I can finally see a good view of his wet, shining body with a sheen of chlorinated water. Every edge of beautiful muscles sparkled, catching my eye and my cock's attention. The small speedos now even tighter, the water forcing the cloth against his soft, but still commanding cock. I bit the inside of my cheek hoping the pain would stop my cock from getting harder as i was surrounded by the crowd.
Our eyes caught each once again, his eyes filled with arrogance and want. He pointed to the exit door and then left as instructions, I nodded and he smiled before walking into the changing rooms. The crowd started to leave, collecting their things while I jumped out of my seat and walked to follow the instructions.
I tipped out of the exit with the crowd, keeping my head down to not bring attention to myself as I walked left, the opposite to everyone else. My heart pounded with fear that someone might see me and know what I was doing. 'I work here, I am allowed to walk around as I pleased' I reminded myself, although my excitement from earlier faded as worry filled my brain with images of HR and Phil waiting for me with a letter of termination for my actions.
A small back door stood open with Luca standing in the way of it closing as he sipped from a bottle of water. My legs stopped, my body ridged with the fear of being caught. My mouth was dry, and my head swam with voices telling me to run away and go home where I am safe. We locked eyes and I shook my head, he doesn't take it as an answer as he tips his head into the wall. He walks out a bit further showing me just the small towel wrapped lowly around his hips, tempting and teasing me closer.
I grit my teeth as I walk closer, I would tell him that I am going home but that I am happy for him winning, I reasoned. "Well done, Luca!"
He smiled as I walked closer, and I looked behind him to ensure it was without people and their gossiping eyes. As I stood in front of him, his damp hair dripped water droplets onto his body, and my eyes followed the water as the drops raced to go under the towel. I couldn't blame them.
