Page 7 of Swim Crush

“A heart this time, and another Greek name. Messenger of the gods because…”

“It’s another message,” I finished for him, stating the obvious.

“Cheeky.”

“And it seems he’s watched me swim…a lot.”

“I’d be flattered, Mikey, and if I were gay, I’d be all over you. Everyone on the team has a great body, but you’ve also got a handsome face and great hair.”

“So you’re Hermes?” I deadpanned, stripping off my clothes.

“Look at you. You have no shame either. You just flop it around everywhere.”

“It’s right here.” I pointed to my dick. “It can hear you.”

“Well, your jock’s right here.” He tossed it at me. “Put it on! Logan and I are a bad influence on you.”

“I hope my admirer, or any future boyfriends, like porn as much as I do because I see enough real life peen that it almost doesn’t affect me anymore.”

“I’m so sad this doesn’t do it for you.”

I glanced his way, and of course Danny was the naked one now. It wasn’t that he wasn’t hot. I just learned a few years back it was pointless to lust after straight guys. The ones that were super chill around me naked felt different anyway. It wasn’t erotic; it was just a body.

Now if Logan or Danny were more touchy-feely, then that would be different, and I’d have to tell them to stop if they didn’t want me to maul them. I was a closet cuddler, but I theorized cuddling was just a gateway to sex. I’d only ever find out once I tried it, but that felt like what would happen.

“Ready?” Danny asked.

“Let’s go.”

“What about Ethan?” Danny asked, trailing behind me.

“No.”

“Andy?”

“No.”

“Will?”

“For the last time, Danny, I don’t think anyone else on the team is gay.” We entered the locker room together after an hour-long ass-kicking weightlifting session. We both worked so hard, it was impossible to play love detective, but now that we could breathe again, Danny was back on the case.

“Well, if y’all are ten percent of the population, and there are twenty guys on the team, statistically, there has to be another gay dude.”

“Think about the notes again. He saw me in my pride week shirts. He knows I’m muscular.”

“Anyone with eyes knows that.”

I continued, “He’s been to our swim meets and knows I like the color green.”

“Are you faster when you wear your green Speedo?”

“I have no idea, Danny. I’ve never noticed a connection before.”

“Well, what color do you have today?”

I grabbed my bag and opened it. I couldn’t remember. “Pink.”

“Oh well.”