Page 18 of Swim Crush

“Grindr calls,” Danny said.

“I still love that you can recognize that sound. Wonder if it’s PillowByter.”

“Well, let’s not leave us in suspense too long. Whip it out.”

The phone recognized my thumb, and then it was just a swipe and a tap. “It’s him!”

“Jesus! They probably heard you in the library.”

I shoved Danny and clicked on the message.

PillowByter: You did great today.

PillowByter: Seemingly popular with the younger men of the region.

Before I could ask-

PillowByter: I was jealous.

“Damn, Mikey, he was at the meet!”

I felt my heart rate increase. The thought of being watched was strangely erotic.

Danny continued, “I doubt he was one of the high schoolers. He would’ve said peers instead of younger men.”

I considered that for a second and had to agree. Partially because I wanted it to be true.

CircusTent: Does that mean you’re my age?

PillowByter: I can tell you I’m not in high school.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

PillowByter: I’ll be in high school next year.

“Oh shit, I like this guy.” Danny, who was reading next to me, chuckled.

CircusTent: I’m a little young for someone to call me Daddy, but I can try it.

“Ooh, you’re better at this than I thought you would be.”

“And why is that?” I asked.

“Because you’re a virgin,” Danny whispered.

“I can still have a sense of humor. Plus, I’ve seen so much porn. You pick these things up.”

“Ah yes, the Schlong School of the Arts. How could I forget Professor Power Bottom and his teaching assistant, CumPig?”

It was my turn to chuckle. “Do you mind?”

Danny backed off. “Keep me abreast of any developments. I’ll be over here on Tinder.”

PillowByter: You’re too hot to be a dad.

PillowByter: I’m kidding. I’m your age.

CircusTent: I figured/hoped.