Page 25 of Swim Crush

Pink one isn't quite a euphemism for dick, but it was close enough for two drunk college guys.

"Oh, I'll give you the pink one," I joked, grabbing the crotch of my jeans. All the porn I’d watched earlier made me horny as fuck and now the Seagrams had lowered my self control.

Hayden jumped up on the couch, laughing, and pulled the waistband of his sweats down to reveal baby blue bikini briefs.

"Damn, Hayden, put that away unless you want me to unwrap that package.”

Blip.

Hayden froze, causing his pants to slip down his legs. He made a move for his phone on the coffee table, but his legs were trapped together, causing him to fall.

Into my lap. His evidently hard dick pressed against my thigh, his pert butt right in front of my face. Instinctively, I cupped a cheek.

He scrambled off me, pulling his pants up and reaching his phone.

"Is he cute?"

"Wh-what? Who?"

"The guy on Grindr."

"Uh…that's actually my boyfriend," Hayden replied.

"Your boyfriend's on Grindr?"

Hayden laughed. "Uh, no. He changed the sound on my phone to the Grindr noise as a joke."

My alcohol-infused brain accepted that as funny, but I started to wonder what his boyfriend looked like. I was a little jealous.

First the tattoo. Then the magnificent ass. Not to mention he was so easy to talk to.

"I'm empty!" Hayden said, before heading into the kitchen. "Need another?"

I downed what I had left in three swallows. "Yeah!"

Hayden returned with two more bottles. "Last ones, then it's the nips."

Of course I had to lift my shirt up and tweak my nipples for that, which almost made him drop the bottles.

"So where's this boyfriend of yours?" I made myself comfortable on one end of the couch. Ari was curled up on the floor in front of us.

"Another school?" Hayden answered, sitting farther away from me than before.

"It sounds like you're making him up," I challenged.

"Why would I do that?"

"To keep me away from your ass."

Hayden rolled his eyes. "You are so drunk right now."

I heard a door slam and someone said they were home, but I was so out of it, I barely opened my eyes.

"I don't want to know." Coach Sawyer was standing there, his hands on his hips. "Good night, boys."

CHAPTER 8

“So you woke up and his face was snuggled up against your junk?”