Page 27 of Swim Crush

PillowByter: Can I cum now?

CircusTent: Can you cum now, what?

PillowByter: Can I cum now, sir?

“I can see you’re horny, so I’ll leave you to it.”

I glanced up to see Logan’s smirk before he left our room, then glanced down where I had been absent-mindedly touching myself. There was a massive tent in my shorts and I laughed.

I switched to Messages and fired off a quick text.

Mike: The dick wants what the dick wants.

Logan: You’re lucky I love you like a brother.

Logan: Have fun.

Then swiped back to Grindr.

CircusTent: Get on your hands and knees.

I was furiously stroking my cock and about to cum when-

Danny: Practice is about to start.

Danny: Where are you?

Fuck.

PillowByter: Your balls are so tight.

PillowByter: So full.

CircusTent: I’m so sorry.

CircusTent: I’m late for practice. I completely forgot.

CircusTent: Cum raincheck.

I grabbed my gym bag and ran out the door. I could feel my hard dick bouncing in my shorts, but I didn’t care. Maybe someone would enjoy the view?

Jesus Christ! Why didn’t I change?! It was freezing out.

Coach was going to be pissed. It was the first practice after the holidays. My bike lock took longer to unlock than normal because I was rushing and fucked up the combo. I almost got hit by a car that I didn’t see, or rather I wasn’t even looking because I was trying to avoid students and curbs and trees.

The brush with death killed my erection, so as I burst into the locker room, I didn’t have that to worry about. Not that anyone noticed. It was empty.

Tearing off my hoodie and tossing it into my locker, I unzipped my bag to find...a towel, a jockstrap and my gym clothes.

Shit.

I pulled the hoodie back out of the locker and looked for a Speedo. Nothing.

God damn it.

“Hayden?” I called out for help. He’d have the team’s competition suits, but no one answered. I jogged over to the closet, searching past the towels and found bins with Speedos in them.

Racing back to my locker, I stripped, pulled up the swim briefs and ran out to the pool.