The first week on campus there's a tendency to see the same people in different places because everyone is doing the same things: registration, financial aid, housing, etc. And for Peter there were a few but the one who stood out to him was a tall jock who always wore sunglasses. The guy was over six foot, broad shouldered, and had a strong jaw line. Peter saw him everywhere that first week so by the time of the first day of class as he sat down to lunch he was surprised to see him at the next table with a group of similar looking guys who acted as if they had been friends for years. It was on that day, at that time, he got the impression the big jock had noticed him too, but didn't like what he saw. The guy returned an icy stare when Peter looked his way.
"See something you like," he quipped, then as an afterthought, "nerd."
Peter looked back to his food. Some things don't change, he thought. So he tried to forget it. He ate quietly, never looked back, then headed out. The first class was a bit of a trip, a new way of doing things with a syllabus and a bit more enthusiasm but an hour into the lecture he got comfortable. And by the time he got back to his room that night he had forgotten the whole thing. He pushed open his door to find his roommate, Kevin, in a pair of trunks with a towel over his shoulder, not the most athletic of guys, a little bit of biceps and soft belly. Peter tried to not look, especially not his eyes.
"What's going on?" Peter asked.
"They're having a pool part tonight. I'm headed over. There's free pizza and bound to be some cute women around. And there's guys too, some might be gay."
Peter sighed at the stupidity of those last words but he was grateful he could be out and that Kevin was okay with it, at least that's what he said. There'll be guys, no really, but gay, here in a small liberal arts college, that are confident in their bodies to go swimming.
"I don't know."
"Have you eaten today?"
"Lunch, but I didn't make it in time for dinner, not like I was looking forward to it. They try too hard with the food, can't even make a good quesadilla."
"Tell me about it, I had a tuna sandwich today with celery in it. I hate celery."
Peter's stomach rumbled. He was hungry and a noodle cup and snacks from the vending machine sounded less appetizing by the second.
"Um, I'll go, but the only thing I have to wear is my old Speedo from swim team."
"Oh that'll be too good. I bet you're the only one but hey don't worry about it. I mean look at me."
Kevin held out his hands and Peter did look. There's something about an offer, can't be refused. He sighed and thought over what he'd need. He put his books away, grabbed a towel, found his suit in the back of a drawer. Kevin stepped out into the hallway and saw a few others from the floor who were going. He said they should all go over together. Peter looked to Kevin in the door.
"Sorry did you want privacy to change?"
"Do you think I'm going to walk all of the way over in just my swimsuit?"
"Yeah, I mean no. Are you ready?"
"Yeah sure."
He stepped out into the hallway with his towel and suit in hand and was surprised to see the other guys were already in trunks, most of them shirtless. They greeted each other before taking the elevator down. Peter fell to the back of the group as they walked over. Everyone else went straight to the pool but he went to the locker room. It was surprisingly empty. He picked an empty locker in the back and stripped off his clothes.
Naked, he scratched at himself lazily as he felt comfortable in a locker room. He picked up his swimsuit and stepped into it, pulled it up around his firm buttocks. He adjusted his dick along his left thigh and tried to determine if he was showing too much. He shrugged off his doubt and walked out to the pool where the guys from his floor stood by the tables eating pizza. They all laughed and grinned at the sight of him. He blushed a little as he made his way over to them.
They joked with each other, the guy wearing a shirt said he felt like he was wearing too much. Peter picked up a piece of pizza and a napkin as he turned to look out at the rest of the swimmers. There were about twenty-five women, thirty men, most of them stood in the shallow end or clung to the sides talking with each other. He spotted three guys doing laps, competing really. He finished his piece, wiped his mouth, and threw away his napkin before making his way over to where they swam. He sat down on the edge, slid into the water nearby and waited.
The guys were good, strong, and quick with turnabouts. If there weren't any gay guys then at least there might be someone to swim against. He waited for them to finish. Three heads popped up and his stomach sunk at the sight of one of them, the guy he kept seeing around, the jock from lunch. He sighed and looked away to pretend he wasn't interested in even saying hello.
"Hey man, are you looking to do laps?" one of the other guys asked.
Peter looked to him. He seemed sincere. But the jock just looked away and the other guy looked off to a woman in a bikini as she walked by.
"Actually yeah," Peter said.
"I'm getting some pizza," the jock boy said. He turned away and pulled himself out of the water. Peter looked to him for a moment, long enough to inspect his firm back muscles and round butt. He looked back to the stranger who had been talking to him. The guy stretched out his arm and Peter shook his hand.
"I'm Ted."
"Peter."
"Do you want to swim a couple of laps to warm up?"
"I'm good. We could go right now if you like the competition."
"Let's do it," Ted replied.
They started off with their strongest burst, each looking to show up the other. They swam as hard as they could. Peter had the lead at one point, managed to touch the wall first a few times but on the last lap the other guy had a reserve of energy Peter didn't. He still popped out of the water with a smile on his face.
"That was a lot of fun," he said.
"We should swim together some time."
"Definitely," Peter replied.
"But actually I'm turning into a prune. I was going to head out. Would you like to come along?"
Peter looked to his roommate and guys from the floor. They were still dry, perpetual wall flowers. He looked back to the guy who smirked at him.
"I came with some guys," Peter said.
"Tell them you made a new friend," Ted replied.
"Really? I mean, yeah, okay."
Ted moved to the wall and Peter followed after him. Ted got out first and Peter smiled at the sight as someone else was wearing swim briefs, then he got out and they looked each other over. They smiled at each other before heading to the locker room. They stepped under the shower and washed off before heading to the lockers. Peter was surprised to see the jock boy there, shirtless but otherwise dried off and dressed.
The jock boy looked to him, stared really, then looked away and back again as if he couldn't keep his eyes off of him. Ted was a few feet away as he stripped off his suit. Peter noticed his buttocks then looked to the jock boy who blushed at the sight.
"See something you like?" Peter asked.
The jock boy gulped, then slammed the locker door and turned away. He walked out of the locker room and they looked to each other. Ted grinned.
"Did you know him?"Peter asked.
"Not really, he said his name was Brad. He was kind of hitting on me but not my type."
"Not your type?"
"Bottom boys have too much in common," he said.
Peter laughed at the joke before stepping out of his suit. He dried himself carefully before getting dressed. Ted did as well. They checked each other out, had gotten comfortable, then two strangers walked in from the pool so they got dressed and walked out together. Ted took the lead and went to the community center where he picked up a free sex packet that was left out for anyone. It contained two condoms and a packet of lubricant. He handed it over to Peter then started to walk again.
"Where are we headed?" Peter asked.
"My place to see if my roommate is out."
"Why don't we go back to my place? I know my roommate is out."
"Will he be okay with that?"
"He saw me leave with you. We'll hang a tie on the door."
"Sounds good to me."
They walked back to Peter's dorm with him in the lead. He swiped his access card for the elevator and with a brief jolt they ascended easily. The building felt quiet and empty even as they walked to his room. He unlocked the door and pushed his way inside hoping nothing embarrassing was out. Thankfully there wasn't. Ted closed the door behind him and Peter turned on him. They looked each other in the eye before looking over each other's bodies. Ted was several inches taller and muscled. Peter was slim and cute.
Peter moved closer, grabbed at Ted's shirt and pulled him into a kiss. They kicked off their shoes. Peter pushed his tongue between Ted's lips who tried to kiss back in equal measure. They went at it for several minutes as they groped at each other's bodies. Peter undid Ted's belt. Ted pulled off Peter's shirt. First Ted's pants hit the floor, then Peter's. They stepped out of their pants and made their way over to Peter's bed. He pushed Ted onto his back, then remembered the tie. He got an old one from his drawer and tied it to the handle to get into the room.
When he looked back over to the bed Ted stripped off his shirt and his underwear. Peter got the sex packet from his jeans pocket, then got onto the bed on his knees. He grabbed at Ted's knees as they stuck up in the air. He maneuvered himself between them before going down on his dick. It was already hard and leaking as Peter took it into his mouth. He sucked until spit ran down over Ted's balls, then he licked them too as he stroked his own dick through his underwear. He got himself hard before pulling his underwear down below his balls. He tore open the condom packet, stuck it against the tip, and rolled it to the base, then opened the lube as Ted rocked away and grabbed the backs of his knees. Peter stuck some lubricant on his fingers, on his dick, and finally Ted's asshole. He rubbed at it for a minute before getting closer and sticking his dick against it. He reached out to Ted's body as he pushed inside.
"Have you ever done this before?" Ted asked.
"Yeah," Peter said.
"This is my first," Ted replied.
Peter stopped. His dick halfway into Ted he felt his asshole almost close shut so he pulled out. He looked the other young man in the eye as he still gripped at his flesh.
"Do you still want to do this?"
"Yeah, before classes start and I'm too busy. I think you're really cute."
Peter placed his dick back at Ted's hole and slowly began to push inside. He took it easy at first so that he could get comfortable but then after Ted's body relaxed he started getting faster and rougher. He pushed at Ted's thighs with his shoulders, sweat ran down his back down over his ass and to his thighs. He heard the slap of his balls and the squeak of the springs. He felt Ted's heartbeat, the way he gave to the penetration, and he grabbed for the other man's dick. It was still hard and leaking. Peter worked himself into a rhythm until his heart was racing. He grabbed at Ted, sunk his fingers into his flesh as the orgasm happened. He faltered for a moment before pulling out. He grabbed at Ted's dick and stuck it in his mouth. He sucked until he felt him buck up from the bed and the man's warm ejaculate hit the back of his throat. Ted fell back to the bed. Peter pulled off the condom, tied it, then threw it in the trash.
"That was really good but your roommate might be back soon. I don't know how long that took."
Ted sat up on the bed. Peter looked to him, then the clothes on the floor. It was over. They were over. They barely knew anything about each other. But then again that was the plan, a one night thing, release stress before classes start. He slid across the bed to the cold wall. His limp dick between his thighs.
"How big is it?" Ted asked.
"Big enough," Peter replied.
"Is everything okay? Did I do something to offend you?"
"No, you were great."
Ted felt uncomfortable, got off the bed and reached into his clothes and took out his phone.
"What are doing with that?" Peter asked.
"I just wanted to get your number," Ted replied.
Peter told him and it looked like he punched it in, a moment later Peter's phone rang.
"Now you have my number," he said.
"Cool," Peter said. "Maybe we can hang out sometime."
"I know I'll have a lot of stress. Call me sometime."
"Hey, that guy at the pool. How did you know he was a bottom?"
"Just the way he flirted with me. It's like how I was with you. I only had my eyes on one thing. We cool?"
"Yeah, we're cool," Peter said.
Ted pulled on his clothes in a few seconds then headed for the door. He opened it to find Kevin on the other side in the hallway still in his trunks with a dry towel over his shoulder. They walked past each other. Still naked, Peter looked up to see Kevin who spotted his dick before looking away and letting out an excited yell.
"Damn man, put that monster away," Kevin said.
Peter got up from his bed and retrieved his underwear from the floor. He pulled them on and looked to Kevin who was still shielding his eyes.
"I mean away, away, like put on some pants."
Peter stepped into his pants and pulled them up. He fastened his belt, then picked up his shirt.
"You gay guys operate fast. I mean not the sex, but hooking up. I heard you guys going at it. I wasn't sure who was doing what but after seeing your dick I hope you gave it to him good because if not that's just a waste."
There it was, everything awkward had been acknowledged and said. For a moment Peter felt offended yet there was no hostility to it, at least not consciously. Polite people wouldn't have said anything, he thought, but fuck polite people. It was said. It was done. Get over it.
"How was your night?" Peter asked to change the subject.
"I finally worked up the courage to talk to a few girls, even got their numbers, but none of them wanted to hook up."
"You didn't swim?" Peter asked.
"I don't know how."
"Well maybe I'll show you sometime, while wearing my little swimsuit you and the guys laughed about."
"Hey it wasn't you. It was us. We were all talking about how we looked like dorks and here you come like a fucking professional. That's why we were laughing I promise."
"I barely thought about it."
Peter moved across the room to his chair and looked to Kevin who sat on his own bed, the towel beside him. He asked Kevin about the girls but really his mind was on something else, someone else, that jock boy from the pool, Brad.
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