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Truth be told, I needed help with the course. I couldn’t academically afford to leave, so I explained. “I’m glad to hear it. I-I don’t have much experience. It’s just…I’ve had these anonymous notes…from a secret admirer.”

“You’re kidding me.”

I pulled the latest one out and showed him. It made him smile.

“Makes a little more sense now. I’m assuming you thought I might be a candidate?”

I nodded. “It’s someone that knows me well and takes note of what I wear. I dunno. You dress well, and then the Chris Evans thing. I was probably imagining half of it.”

“More like all of it?”

I practically died when he said that, but once I saw his expression, it was clear he was joking.

But I must’ve still been giving off mortified vibes.

“I’ll be honest, Mike. If I was into guys, you’d be at the top of my list. Does that make you feel better?”

At this point, other people had shown up and I just wanted to crawl under a rock and forget this happened. I didn’t need the entire study group to know that I had launched myself lips-first at Sam.

Logan and Danny were going to laugh their asses off when they found out about this.

That is, if they found out about this. I certainly wasn’t going to tell them.

Okay, maybe I’d tell them. After all, I was all out of ideas as to who the mystery Greek aficionado could be.

CHAPTER 4

Logan never came back to our room. I wasn’t quite sure where he was, but after dinner, homework, and a shower, I didn’t necessarily mind having the room to myself. Logan’s lack of shame vis-à-vis nudity also extended to self pleasure. And while I was comfortable being naked in a locker room and slightly less so in my dorm room, I wasn’t quite at the point where I wanted to jack off with Logan ten feet away.

But at the moment, I didn’t have to worry, so I took the opportunity to get naked under the comforter and open Grindr. Even though it was a small university, there were plenty of nearby distractions. And while I wouldn’t drive as far as Nashville for a hookup, their bodies still looked as nice.

After all, I could only embarrass myself so much with this secret admirer business before I needed to change universities. Right now, my hand and some explicit banter with the headless torso of a stranger would be enough.

Before I could even pick a guy to chat up, the blip came through, so I clicked on my messages.

SmoothTwink19: Hey. Looking to deepthroat and swallow. You available?

SmoothTwink19 was headless, but indeed smooth. He had the kind of body I would get behind and rail. In theory. I said a silent thank you to whomever was responsible for providing me with tonight’s entertainment and started typing.

CircusTent: I’m not sure you can handle it.

SmoothTwink19: I’ve got a big mouth.

I laughed at his spunk. It seemed I liked an agreeable bottom and my dick did too. It was moving slowly, in an arc, sweeping over the top of my thigh as it hardened. I shivered as the head brushed against the stubble that had started to grow in. It was almost time to shave again; we had a meet this weekend.

CircusTent: That’s not the only hole I’m interested in.

SmoothTwink19: Let’s see what you got.

Not gonna lie. I had an album of ready to go pics and my go-to was a post-shave shot where my dick looked enormous. I was seven and a half, larger than average.

The three Europeans on the swim team thought it was strange that the rest of us knew our dick sizes. It turned out they had never bothered to measure. Before coming to America, no one had ever brought it up, which we all found hilarious because we had all played some form of show-me-yours in grade school.

It seemed only natural to me after all since we’d spent enough time with each other naked. Eventually someone threw a boner and the conversation became a bragging contest, but it didn’t really matter. There was only one guy bigger than me on the team – Jamie, aka Thermos. He wasn’t the fastest on the team and we all knew why. It was a joke, of course, but one that he didn’t mind.

SmoothTwink19: Fuck. I want that inside me now.

SmoothTwink19: You on or off campus? Can you host?