My alarm jolted me out of a sweet dream: I was lying on my stomach spread eagle, hands clenching my sheets. I'd almost come....I recalled the last image of the dream: I was balls deep in my ex, fucking her with all my strength. Dustin was hanging on my back riding me in my grudge fuck of my ex. I'd ride down into her; Dustin rode down into me....I swung out of bed.
The rain was driving against the roof. I didn't want to run in this. I'd swim instead. I was vibrating down the stairs, in the kitchen. I was bright eyed when house mates staggered into the kitchen. Out in the cold I ran full tilt to the gym. When I opened my locker I couldn't find my swim trunks, I must've left them at home. I was inspired: I texted Brett, asking if I could get his combo and borrow his.
He replied, "Hell yeah! Hot!" and his digits. His Speedo's were so snug and clingy. Even though I concentrated on swimming the image of me in the middle of my ex and D kept me chubby in the cool water. Pumped I finished 30 minutes and leapt out of the lap pool. Someone whistled off to the side. I pulled my goggles off; it was Caleb. I grinned at him and strode over.
We chatted and as I got cold we parted. He was going to the same party tonight. I warmed up in the hot tub for a few. I had to pee, so I got out. I saw Coach's door slightly open. My cock lead the way. Gulping my smoothie I knuckled his door. His eyes never left my face...and he flushed. "I'll get in touch with you, maybe this weekend...." Was the last he said as he turned back to the stack of paper work. The locker room was filled with guys coming or going to early morning workouts. The clock showed it was barely 745.
I lounged in steam room, keeping a lid on my boner as a lot of guys were bullshitting in the steam. I showered, got some, "looking good and working hard Wollinowski!" That set my motor to purring. By the time I managed to get into my jeans I had a dribble of precome on my hand. I licked it off. I stood for a minute jeans undone, cock getting fuller, pushing up out of my open fly. I had my back to the locker room. I put moisturizer on my chest and abs. I lubed my cock with the combo of lotion and precome. There was no one on either side of me but felt eyes on my back.
I looked over my shoulder as I did up my button fly. One of the swim team, I didn't recall his name. He pushed off his boxers and tugged his balls a couple of times with one hand while getting his Speedo with another. I put on J's sideways smile and nodded. I got my sweater on just as the space next to me was filled with a giant football player, one of the linemen probably. He grunted, "Mornin." And scowled and stomped off to the scale. He came back glaring at my smoothie as I tied my shoes.
The rest of the morning was one smile after another....I felt infectiously happy and sexy. I went over to see Brett's new place at two; it was just to the other side of campus. It was a nice one bedroom. I sat and listened to him vent about the breakup. He looked more relaxed than I'd seen him but still tired and sad. After about an hour we walked back to campus together. I slid into class just as it started. I went to sit in the library to check on messages while waiting for Vic.
My brother texted complaining about Mom. We made plans for him to drive over the two hour drive on Sunday and crash with me. He sounded pissed. I told him, "it sounds cheesy dude, but I'm not buying her shame anymore. I've opened up a lot this year...we'll talk..." I was always comfortable with him. He seemed relieved at the end of the call. Victoria surprised me in the library by putting her hands over my eyes from behind.
I felt the instant attraction I'd felt with Will yesterday when I turned and took her hands off my eyes. We stood leaning on the book shelves, quietly catching up. I felt the heat bouncing between us. I couldn't keep my hands still, my pecs, then in my back pockets, then my hair. She reached over and put a strand of my hair behind my ear. I smelled her: warm milk and coffee, soap and....her.
I remembered how much fun our late night hook-up was last year. My mouth watered suddenly at the smell, the thought of tasting her....I brushed her wrist with my finger tips. She said, "let's go have hot chocolate at my place...I make it Mexican style with water...no fat..." I swallowed and nodded. I had my backpack shouldered and one hand in my pocket gripping the head of my cock that was announcing it wanted free.
Her ass swung as we went down the stairs. Her breast brushed my arm as we went thru the revolving door together. We wet our lips in the same moment of awareness. I snuck her hand I mine with a cheesy grin. She giggled.
In her tiny flat, I sat while she made water for chocolate. Her roommate's parents were coming over for dinner and her roommate was due home in a little more than an hour. The chocolate was amazing. I leaned over and kissed her: chocolate and her salty taste, the small bitter tang of her old fashioned red lipstick. I brushed her hair behind her ear and she turned her lips to my palm.
"Vic....I'm just gonna say it...let's go lay down...I want...huh this is hard to say...let's make love...I want to give you pleasure....." I blushed and she stood up.
On her bed surrounded by her scent we meshed side by side kissing little kisses. She pulled me on top of her and it got heavy fast. I leaned up on my elbows, my cock and our heartbeats the only movement.
