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College Swim Team Captain Chapter 5
Monday, Memorial Day weekend, May 29, 2023
Hank narrates
I'll admit, I missed sleeping with Garrett Sunday night but I didn't mind sharing him and I knew I wouldn't win an argument with Lowry. I woke up Monday just after dawn as Lowry stumbled out of the barn, wearing boxers, to head to the outhouse. When he walked back by my sleeping bag I called out sleepily, "Good morning, boss!"
"Is coffee ready yet?" Lowry asked.
Dave was fiddling with the fire. "You can help," he said, pointing at the pot.
"Is Garrett still asleep?" I asked.
"Yes." Lowry started coffee and went back in the barn. A few minutes later he and Garrett walked out to the picnic table. The kid was bare, untied but still had the ankle chain on, and Lowry had secured the testicle leash. Lowry settled him at the picnic table and poured them each a cup of coffee. I played possum and eavesdropped as they drank their coffee and chatted.
"Pennington, are you still OK with the role play?" Lowry asked.
"Yes sir. Like you said, you've made it realistic. I've worried less and enjoyed it more as the weekend has gone on."
"I hope we haven't made you too uncomfortable or pushed you much further than you'd like."
"Friday afternoon I wasn't sure if this was a role play or a real kidnap."
"Dave told us about your fantasy a couple of weeks ago and we thought we'd all have fun with it. Win- win- win- win. I figured you knew us well enough after three years to know we wouldn't hurt you. "
"Yes sir, I kept coming back to that, no matter what you guys said or did," replied Garrett. "Saturday noon you were angry about the stadium deal and I knew it was the kidnapping wasn't real. When you picked me up in the barn l realized I was enjoying it and I wanted to make you guys feel good."
"Yeah, I caught that vibe from you then, but I felt it Friday afternoon too. I'm still impressed -- you never told us to stop, even when we were pushing you."
"You told me I wouldn't have a choice, so I didn't see any point in arguing. I mostly enjoyed it. The sex has been pretty intense, and all three of you are good cocksmen."
"Flattery won't get you anything today, Pennington." Lowry picked up the leash and jerked it sharply; Garrett yelped, I sat up and saw him scowl.
"OK, sir, I understand, you're still in charge," Garrett replied grumpily.
"You know if the ransom doesn't come through today, we're going to take it out on you." Lowry had noticed me sit up. He barked, "Robinson, I slacked off- we should keep the boy tied up until breakfast. Be creative, OK?"
I got up, pulled on shorts, and gathered some rope. I ruffled Garrett's hair as I came over to the table, pinned his arms behind him, and pushed him down on the bench. "On your stomach, G."
I tied his hands behind him and looped a rope around his back and the bench several times, then tied his ankles together, pulled his feet up and extended the rope back to his wrists. He was stuck on his stomach as he couldn't turn over. As a final touch I looped a rope several times through his mouth and around his head. It wasn't a very effective gag as he could- and did- yell through it but he couldn't articulate very well, and it made him drool. I put a pillow under his head, then stepped back and took a few pictures.
Dave walked over, got coffee and watched as I bound our captive. "What's the point of the gag? It won't keep him quiet."
"It`s uncomfortable and he looks cute. Lowry -- should I blindfold him?"
"No need. He looks properly secured."
Lowry started puttering around the camp, picking stuff up, and packing up the bedrolls. "Let me get some coffee and I'll help," I offered.
Dave talked to Garrett as he started breakfast. "Should I untie you or take the gag off?
Garrett shook his head no. "I can manage," he mumbled. "It makes Hank happy." I laughed and snorted coffee up my nose.
"Suit yourself," shrugged Dave, "you're more tolerant of this than I'd be."
"I sort of enjoy it," Garrett replied.
"I'll keep that in mind," Dave grinned. "I was afraid it might scare you off from ever hooking up with me again.
"No. But don't broadcast this."
"Your secret is safe with me, but I can't guarantee Hank's discretion." Dave went back to cooking, I winked at the kid and started helping Lowry.
Around 745, while Dave was cooking breakfast, Lowry's phone exploded with a dozen texts and calls. In a couple of minutes, Dave's phone did the same. Both men exchanged a few words quietly. Dave shut off the cooking fires and asked me to cover the pans and the food, then Dave and Lowry walked toward the barn, each on their phones as they disappeared behind the structure. Five minutes later they started to walk back to the fire pit, stopped, exchanged a few words and then disappeared behind the barn for another ten minutes.
"This is weird," I said, removing Garrett's gag. "The athletic office rarely has anything come up on a holiday. The athletic director is out of the country until next week so Lowry is on call today but I'm sure he didn't expect anything to break.'"
"Do you have any idea what it is?" Garrett asked.
"Either an incident involving one of our athletes, or it's the stadium deal. I guess- I hope- it's the stadium deal."
I untied Garrett enough that he could eat, though he was still tethered to the ankle chain. We had more coffee and juice, and some pastries. Dave came back to the fire pit and restarted breakfast.
"We can't talk about it. Not bad news, none of our students are hurt or under arrest."
"Stadium," I whispered. Garrett grinned.
Dave frowned. "Don't say that within Lowry's earshot."
Lowry joined us around 845. "Dave and I have a call at 930." He started to say more, stopped, tried again, then was silent for a minute. He and Dave looked at each other.
"How much do we trust these guys?" Lowry muttered to Dave.
"I think they can keep secrets. If they can't we're already in trouble. We owe the captain a favor."
Lowry glared at Garrett and me. "I'm going to allow you two to listen in on the phone call. You don't say a word, you don't make any noise. You never - never- acknowledge, to anyone, what you heard or who was on the call." He gripped Garrett's jaw and squeezed. `You think you've seen bad Lowry? You have no idea. Do you both understand?" He glared at Garrett, then at me.
"Yes sir," Garrett replied. I nodded.
"Hank, during the call, I want the boy tied securely and uncomfortably, and gagged tightly. Keep him on your lap. If he makes noise take him in the barn."
Lowry and Dave finished eating, then went back in the barn. While I cleaned up breakfast, Garrett and I talked. "This will be interesting," I said. "They've been negotiating a stadium deal for the last two months. From what little I heard from Lowry yesterday the deal fell apart. It must be back on."
"And you get to show off more of your rope skills," said Garrett.
"It's one of the things I do best." I glanced down at Garrett. "It appears Little G is looking forward to it."
Around 920 Lowry and Dave came back to the fire pit. I had frog tied Garrett and we were sitting on the picnic bench, my arms around him. I had on shorts but was going commando, my cock at Garrett's ass, stretching my shorts. "Gag him," Lowry ordered. Both Lowry and Dave had several pages of notes.
"Remember, we're here to listen," Dave advised.
"Understood, Woodruff. Thanks." Lowry' s phone rang at 930 sharp.
Garrett jumped, clearly startled, at the first voice on the phone. "Mr. McCarthy, this is Boyd Pennington." It surprised me, too. His dad was probably the last person Garrett expected to hear. Lowry glared at Garrett, I tightened my grip and the kid relaxed a little. Dave glanced at us and winked.
"Give me a minute to hook in Wade Trowbridge at the Procurement and Contracting office. OK. Mr. Trowbridge, Mr. McCarthy, I appreciate your time this morning. I'll be brief. Last Friday I had calls from a half dozen business associates and investors whom I've worked with in the past, several of whom are Wildcat alumni. For brevity, I'll call this the alumni group. They had heard that the Wyandotte Stadium Consortium had withdrawn their stadium proposal, and they wanted to meet with appropriate University staff to discuss a similar deal.
"The alumni group includes investors, designers and contractors who have successfully completed several similar university stadium projects as design- build- finance -operate procurements. The alumni members bring a knowledge of what the Wyandotte community values in the athletic program. They would like to develop a proposal for a first class stadium that respects Wyandotte's values and traditions, at a reasonable cost to the University and a fair return to the investment team. They understand the University has the authority to accept and evaluate an unsolicited proposal for a public private venture.
"The alumni group asked me to arrange a meeting at the earliest possible time with appropriate University staff. I spoke to President Carothers and three of the Regents over the weekend and they suggested this call. I am not, and will not be, a member of the alumni group. I do not have nor plan to have any financial interest with the organization."
"What exactly is your role with this group?" asked Trowbridge.
"I see myself as a matchmaker and someone who could help facilitate negotiations. If I'm on anyone's side it's the University's, but I understand that a deal has to benefit everyone and I hope I can provide perspective on both sides when it is needed."
There was a short pause and Trowbridge said,
"Mr. Pennington -"
"Please, call me Boyd -"
"Our Athletic Director, Mr. Tunney, is out of the country until next week. Mr. McCarthy and I both took part in the discussions with WSC and we understand the University's concerns and expectations. When can we schedule an initial discussion between your group and a few of our staff and legal counsel? I'm available any time this week."
"I could be on campus tomorrow with several of the alumni group, and we can hook in others by phone," Boyd responded.
"Wade, I can make time any day this week," said Lowry.
Trowbridge replied. "Mr. Pen- Boyd - let's aim for tomorrow. Let us make some calls to see who else is available and we will confirm early this afternoon."
"This is excellent," noted the elder Pennington. "Once they understand what the university wants and what you would consider, the alumni group is committed to developing a detailed proposal in two to three weeks. I expect the alumni team, and the University, will maintain confidentiality until a final agreement is reached. As an aside, from what I've read, the leaks on the WSC negotiations weren't from the University side."
"Boyd," Trowbridge responded, "we agree on the need for confidentiality. We were surprised by the consortium's press release Saturday. As far as I know we've not received any formal notification from them. Negotiations like this require a lot of trust."
"I believe the alumni group will provide the University with both their respect and trust. I've taken more of your time than intended. We appreciate your quick response and look forward to meeting with you." They wrapped up the call and hung up.
Dave and Lowry looked at each other silently for a full minute. Then Lowry glared at Garrett. "Not a word. Not a word."
Garrett nodded.
"Dave and I have a bunch of phone calls to make and and emails to send, and we need to get back to my office this afternoon. I think we can agree that Garrett's dad has paid the equivalent of the ransom we requested so we will release you. Young man, you know that if you tell anyone about this weekend we can and will make life very unpleasant for you?" He squeezed Garrett's chin again. Garrett laughed under the gag and Lowry broke into a grin, then looked at me. "You two appear to be having a good time. Dave, did you have lunch plans?"
"Burgers and grilled ham and cheese sandwiches."
"You can get an extra pair of hands to help now. Let's plan on lunch around 1230 and then pack up and head home. We just need you two to stay reasonably quiet. Hank, you could take swimmer boy to the pond. "
I removed Garrett's gag and untied him; Dave and Lowry went back to their phones, making calls and sending texts.
Garrett stretched and rubbed his arms and legs. "Do you want to go for a run?" he asked.
"Sure, you can see the property. We can take a dip in the pond, too. "
I untied the leash, unhooked the ankle chain and took off the leather cuff. "We should let you keep these." Garrett got his duffel from the barn and pulled out his shorts, running shoes, goggles and jockstrap. "Whew," Garrett muttered, getting a whiff of his jock, "I better wash this when I get home."
"Mine too," I told him. We dressed and took off running at a leisurely pace, following a dirt and gravel road, through a mix of woods and open pastures. We soon saw a half dozen cattle, three deer, two rabbits and one fox. "Does Lowry hunt out here?" asked Garrett.
"Yes. He brings staff out here a lot."
"Have you guys done this sort of thing before?"
"You mean kidnap one of our star athletes? No, Lowry generally doesn't fool around with students. He's pretty careful about crossing the lines with anyone under his authority. I know of only four students he's fooled around with, and three of us are here this weekend. Lowry hosts Dave and me here regularly with some his friends but that's almost always just for hunting and camping, without any extra curricular play. Lowry has fucked me a few times and I think he's fucked Dave, too, but since we aren't that compatible, we don't usually play together. Dave mentioned your fantasy to Lowry. That appealed to all of us, both because you're a hot young stud"- Garrett snorted- "no, really - and because we thought we'd all enjoy giving you what you wanted. They included me because of my rope skills and because I share their fondness for you. I've referred to us as the Pennington Secret Admirer's Club."
"That sounds so gay," scoffed Garrett.
"Hey, I resent that. Although yes, it does. No kidding, we all think very highly of you."
"So, how does this weekend change our relationships?" Garrett asked, his brow furrowed.
"A lot of that depends on how you feel. Up to now you and I really haven't had a relationship. I think you and Dave can manage whatever else goes on between you two and still maintain a professional relationship and a closer friendship. Lowry will probably be a bit distant when we get back."
"How is that different from his usual demeanor?"
"Good point. You're the wild card. How do you feel about all this, going forward?"
"I'll need a few days to figure out." He paused. "Dave told me he's bi. Is Lowry gay?"
"Interesting question. Based on my observation- and this is just speculation- Lowry is more straight than bi but he's frustrated at his inability to establish long term relationships with women. He is generally not a verbally demonstrative person. He can be very critical professionally, and he rarely gives positive feedback, but if you do something outstanding you get the Lowry smile that lights up the rest of your week. Men seem to deal with that better than women. I think sex with men is a lot simpler emotionally for him, particularly when he is stressed and needs to let off steam. All three of us find sex more satisfying with someone we know and respect, rather than a random pickup. Even if he's tied down so he can't escape. But I've been surprised this weekend. I've rarely seen Lowry kiss a man or be as complimentary as he has been to you. Did he suck you off?"
"Yep." Garrett displayed a goofy grin. I was surprised but didn't show it.
"So what about you?" I asked. "Gay, bi, straight?"
"I don't know what I am anymore. I've been sexually active with women since I was 15. I don't have a lot of notches on my belt but I've been pretty satisfied. I've had two long term- six to eight month- relationships in college. I broke up with my last girlfriend four months ago and I haven't felt the need for another steady girl right now. I've fooled around -- what, oh, four times with three guys in the frat since freshman year but that was the limits of my experience with men until Dave picked me up three weeks ago. And now, this weekend..."
"Your dance card has been punched several times."
"I don't know how to count the last few days."
"You don't have to define yourself. The advice from last night holds for this part of your life, too. The only advice I'd offer is what a couple of my male bisexual friends have told me. If you have any interest in a woman, don't tell her you're bi, or you'll never be more than a casual friend."
Garrett thought for a minute. "I can understand that."
"For all the talk about being open and honest, you have to recognize the consequences. You don't have to be open with everybody."
After a half hour we ran by the pond. "Let's take a dip," Garrett said, sticking a toe in. The water was cold and clear. We pulled off our shoes and shorts and waded in. Garrett carried his shorts and jock in, rinsed them, then put them on a rock to dry. While I was splashing around, Garrett took off across the widest part of the pond, doing a butterfly stroke for fifty yards until he reached the shallows, then reversed and came back, splashing me. We both laughed.
"It's been so long since I've swum in non chlorinated water, I don't know what to do."
"You know," I said, "I've watched a few of your meets. You're a thing of beauty in the water."
"I've got a stalker? I've made the big time."
We floated and paddled around, just enjoying the water, then crawled up on a rock to dry off in the sun. I sat behind Garrett and wrapped my arm around him. "Do you mind?"
"No. It's very comfortable."
"Would you consider dating a guy?"
"Define dating."
"Something more than a hookup. Go out to dinner, watch a movie, or go to the gym, then go home, fuck like bunnies, sleep over. Get to know each other, see each other regularly."
"That sounds like what Dave and I did."
"From what I heard, that was more of a pickup, though it's got the potential for dating. Let me be more direct -- would you go on a date with me?"
"Awww. I didn't expect that." Garrett leaned back into me. The kid felt so good. "I'm still sore enough that I don't want to commit to anything right now. But a summer romance with a hot ginger linebacker is kind of intriguing."
"I would happily flip with you. Just remember how much I like rope." I licked Garrett's ear, then pulled away. "We should head back, Captain."
We got back to the barn about 1130. Dave and Lowry were still on their phones. Lowry finished a text as Garrett and I each grabbed a water bottle. "Change of plans. Can you guys pull out the leftovers from the charcuterie plate? We can nibble on that while we load up the truck. Dave and I are both working at my house this afternoon, you're both welcome to join us. Hank, can you take the lead on the grill and fix hamburgers and hot dogs?"
"Sure," I agreed.
"I can help," said Garrett.
Dave joined us. "There are some ribs left too. "
"How long are you guys working today?" I asked.
"I think we can wrap up by 400," Lowry said. "I'm going to call for reservations at the Wyandotte tonight. Our new swim captain deserves a more appropriate celebration than what we've subjected him to this weekend."
Garrett was surprised. The Wyandotte was the best restaurant in town and the priciest. "Sir, there's no need to --"
"Pennington, stop."
"We also ought to celebrate our Assistant AD getting his MBA Thursday," said Dave.
"What!" I yelled. "I didn't know. That's great."
"Congratulations, sir," said Garrett.
"He even attended the ceremony," Dave went on. "I was there."
"One more thing," Lowry added, looking more serious. "Pennington, it's been an intense weekend for you. You may need some time to decompress. I want to be sure you're OK when we get back."
"Sir, I enjoyed it. Really."
"If you find yourself at loose ends, with regrets, anger, confusion--whatever- you ought to have someone to talk it out with. I'd suggest Hank and you hang out at my place this afternoon until we go to dinner. You can watch TV or sit in the hot tub. Nobody- " Lowry glared at me -- "will push you to do anything."
"Can I pick up some clean clothes and do my laundry at your place?"
"Sure."
"Excuse me," I interrupted. "You two will be busy today. Garrett and I can take care of cleaning up the camping gear, towels and bedding. The kid hasn't done any work at all this weekend," I laughed.
"Sure, I'll help," Garrett agreed.
"All right then," said Lowry. "Great teamwork. Dave, can you take a break until we get back to town?"
"Yeah."
"Slackers, let's pack this place up."
Dave and I loaded the truck while Garrett helped Lowry with a checklist off items that needed to be restocked, then helped carry the last bins and duffels to the truck. We left shortly after noon.
"Garrett, what was your favorite part of the weekend?" Dave asked as we pulled away.
"Hmm. The casual nudity. The tickle of you guys' beards on my neck in the morning. The food. Of course the wild sex, too. "
"Least favorite?" I asked from the driver's seat.
"My sore ass." We all laughed.
"Would you come back?" asked Lowry. "In a different role of course. I take small groups here on hunting trips or to shoot skeet."
"Yes sir, I'd enjoy that."
"Why a different role?" I grumbled. "I'd enjoy bringing him back here and keeping him tied up for a long weekend again."
"You've lost the element of surprise, Coach," laughed Garrett.
"Different subject, Garrett," said Dave. "Has anyone from Admissions talked to you about helping with student recruitment trips?"
"No. What's involved?"
"On campus meetings, and occasional weekends out of town to talk to prospective student athletes. There's a panel discussion with our admissions and athletic staff and a couple of our athletes, then an hour or two of one on one with 40 or 50 high school students. You get talking points but we want you to share your perspective on life here.
"When are these?"
"Year round. We go around the state regularly, and schedule three day weekends with multiple events in places like Chicago, Columbus, Cincinnati and Dallas. The teams usually go out Friday morning and come back late Sunday. They'd want you to attend at least three trips but none of the students are expected to go on all of them. I've been on a few, they're fun and you'd be a great representative. Melinda Heimrich at Admissions is supposed to call you. If you haven't heard from her in a week let me know."
"I'll check it out."
"Pennington," growled Lowry, "if you turn them down I will personally make your life miserable."
"I thought this was a volunteer opportunity?"
"Yes," said Lowry gruffly, "we're giving you the opportunity to volunteer."
Garrett checked his phone and gave me a running commentary. He had messages from several friends. His roommate Jim was out of town until Tuesday night. There were several texts from his parents, the most recent from his dad around noon Sunday:
"Let me know when you get home. I may be in Fort Reynolds next week on alumni business. I expect to have meetings most of the day but hope to see you if we can."
Garrett texted back, reminded his Dad he was starting work Wednesday but would enjoy seeing him. He scrolled back and found a message from him to his Dad on Friday evening around 500- after Lowry had taken his phone. "Lowry- ah, sorry, Mr. McCarthy- did you text my dad Friday night?"
"Son, who else would it have been? I didn't want him to worry if he couldn't find you. I thought I imitated your text style pretty well."
"It's terser than my usual texts to the family but it sounds roughly like me," Garrett chuckled.
Lowry and Dave dropped Garrett and me at the boy's apartment. He grabbed a large duffel bag of laundry, a change of clothes, good shoes, a razor and a toothbrush. Then we took Garrett's car to my condo and did the same. We headed to Lowry's house, a large contemporary two story on a quarter acre lot a couple of miles south of campus. We pulled in the driveway behind the pickup, which was parked just outside the open garage door. Dave's car was parked on the street. We unloaded everything to the garage, then carried the cookware, food, bedding and towels into the house. I put the first load of bedding into the oversize washing machine while Garrett moved the food into the refrigerator and began loading dishes in the dishwasher.
Dave came out to check on them. "Woodruff," Garrett asked, "can all the cookware go in the dishwasher?"
"Whatever fits, hand wash anything else. Wipe down the camp stoves and hose off the dirt."
I came in from the laundry. "Why is there so much crusty white stuff on all the bedding? Why can't you guys clean up after yourselves?"
"We should do DNA tests to find the culprits," laughed Garrett.
"I'm starting the grill, what do you guys want to eat?"
"Two burgers and a dog for me," replied Dave.
"Same for me, and some of the ribs," replied Garrett.
"Hank, check with Lowry," Dave asked, "he's in the room just past the stairs. Tell him I'll be right back." I found Lowry in a small office near the front of the house, with a big screen TV mounted on the wall, hooked up as a computer monitor. Two Excel files and a PowerPoint filled the screen, and Lowry was busily typing.
"Excuse me sir, I'm grilling ribs, burgers and hot dogs, what would you like?"
Lowry kept typing a minute and then turned to me with a tight smile. "Two burgers please and some ribs. Condiments are in the fridge. Make yourself at home, you guys are responsible for getting us all lunch."
He turned back to the computer as Dave walked in and noted, "There's lettuce, onions and tomatoes in the ice chest, along with potato salad and cole slaw."
"We unloaded the ice chests into the fridge, we've started the bedding in the washer and put all the cookware in the dishwasher. Is that OK?"
"That's fine. You and Garrett can do your clothes first, I can get to the rest of the bedding later on. Let us know when lunch is ready. There are more paper plates in the cabinet next to the dryer." I left as Dave and Lowry began discussing their meeting Tuesday.
I tended the grill while hosing out the ice chests on the back patio. I'd been here several times before for staff functions and more private gatherings. Lowry's backyard was well screened by trees and a privacy fence. The patio held one large table and two smaller ones, with seating for ten, and a big propane grill. His hot tub/ spa seated four comfortably, six cozily. A big screen TV was mounted over it.
Garrett finished loading the dishwasher and turned it on, put out the other food and condiments, then took the camp stoves to the patio to hose them off. He and I chatted as the food cooked. Garrett called to Lowry and Dave when the food was done, and Dave joined us in a few minutes. "Is Lowry coming?" I asked.
"Put his burger back on the grill to keep it warm", answered Dave, chuckling. "He and Trowbridge are on the phone. They`re finally reading from the same book but they aren't on the same page yet. He made reservations for us at the Wyandotte at 700. We should be able to finish up in time for that."
Garrett finished eating. "I'll change out laundry. Can I put in any of your clothes?"
"Sure. I'll be there in a minute. I think we can tell our clothes apart," he grinned. I joined him in the laundry room a few minutes later and tossed in a few of my things, then checked the garage. "G, we've cleaned up everything we can. Nice work." We high fived, then pulled a couple of sodas from the fridge. "I turned on the spa, do you want to hop in?"
"Sure," said Garrett. "No swimsuits?"
"Only if you've suddenly gotten modest."
We stripped off outside, I turned on the outdoor TV to a baseball game, and we got in the spa. "G, you're pretty nice eye candy."
"Hank, you're not bad yourself."
"Are you still OK with how the weekend went?"
"No regrets. It's going to take me a few days to recover. I'm chafed in some sensitive spots." We both laughed. "So, did you hear that the Norse god Thor came down to visit a local bar one Saturday night?" continued Garrett.
"No, really?"
"He picked up a lovely young woman --"
"Why couldn't it be a young man"?" I interrupted.
"Because Thor was a Viking, not a Greek. Anyway, the woman's only flaw was that she was missing her two front teeth. They went back to her apartment. Being a Norse god, Thor literally had superhuman stamina, and they went after it again and again and again until they finally fell asleep around sunrise. When they woke up a few hours later, Thor was in the mood for some light conversation and they chatted awhile. The woman noticed Thor's accent and commented, `You're not from around here, are you?' "
"No. I should tell you, I'm a Viking god. I'm Thor."
"You're Thor? That'th hilariouth. I'm eth- thauth-ted!"
"OK," I smiled, "I'll leave you alone for the time being." We watched the ball game, made small talk about the summer and Garrett's career plans. After about twenty minutes I said, "We should check the laundry."
"I'll go," offered Garret, climbing out. "Do I need to dress?"
"No, just dry off, Lowry won't be happy if we drip water all over the house."
By the time Garrett got back to the patio Lowry was outside having lunch. He cocked an eyebrow at Garrett. "Son, if you were here all the time, I'd never get any work done."
Garrett got back in the spa. "You guys behave yourselves in there, OK?" said Lowry, in his usual gruff manner.
"I'm not bothering him," I said defensively.
"Garrett, you ought to shave before dinner. Did you both being dress clothes? You're welcome to stay here until we head out to eat."
"That works for me," replied Garrett.
"Lowry, we'll keep the laundry going. If we can help out more let us know," I offered.
"That's all I need now. Make yourselves at home." Lowry went back in the house. Garrett and I stayed in the spa for awhile, then got out and sat on the patio chairs. We nibbled on snacks left over from the weekend; I had another beer, Garrett switched to iced tea. It was warm and neither of us felt the need to dress. We continued to watch the game, made small talk, and took turns managing the laundry.
Dave came out around 430 and chatted briefly; he was heading to the office and then home, and would meet us for dinner. "Garrett, can I do an attitude check?"
"Huh? Sure, I still have an attitude, last time I looked. "
Dave ruffled his hair. "Smart ass. Did the weekend fulfill your fantasy or was it too much?"
"Well, I missed the hunky cop rescuing me but I can't complain. How did you arrange the conclusion? I sure didn't see that coming."
Dave shook his head. "Lowry and I have to sit in a room with your dad tomorrow and not think about what we did this weekend. Not that I have any regrets, it was a helluva lot of fun."
"It sure was. You guys would have my sympathy but I will probably have dinner with Dad tomorrow night and I have to figure out a story on what I did this weekend.
"Just a camping trip with the guys," I grinned.
Dave leaned over and squeezed Garrett's cock. "Keep little G out of trouble OK? And don't let Beast intimidate you."
"Why do you and Lowry have to spoil my fun?" I groaned.
"OK, see you guys later. No more booze, G, right?"
"No sir. I`m getting a drink with dinner but I have 700 AM practice tomorrow. "
After Dave left, I propped one foot up on Garrett's chair next to his thigh and smirked. Garrett began massaging it, starting at the heel and methodically working his way to the toes.
"You're very good at that," I said, and swung my other foot up next to his dick.
"I used to do this for my last girlfriend. She loved it. It was usually a good prelude to foreplay."
"You have more patience than most 21 year olds."
"It pays off. "
"If this is meant as prelude, it's working for me. We can go upstairs, Lowry will let us use his guest room."
He thought for a half minute. "I'm trying to decide what I want to do," he said. "My ass won't--"
"Yeah, yeah, I heard you, you've told me several times. I recall there was something you wanted but didn't get this weekend." Garrett looked puzzled for a minute and then cracked a big smile.
"As a matter of fact there is."
"We can fix that." I reached for my pants and checked the pocket. "I have what we need," I told him, "let's go." He eagerly got out of the spa and we headed inside.
As we started upstairs, I called to Lowry, "we're going to take a nap, mind if we use the guest room?"
"A nap? Is that what you call it? Don't make a mess. Put some towels over the sheets and remake the bed when you're done. Pennington, don't let him do anything you don't want."
"Thank you, Mr. McCarthy. I'm fine," Garrett answered. More softly to me, "more than fine."
I pointed Garrett to a bedroom at the top of the stairs as I popped into the adjacent bathroom to grab several towels, then followed him in. The room was as I remembered from past visits, clean and comfortable, sparsely decorated with a few photos of football and snow skiing scenes. I shut the door, spread the towels on the bed, then met Garrett in a tight hug and a deep kiss. I pushed him down on the bed and joined him; we grappled playfully and continued to make out. It was not a battle for dominance but a quest for mutual enjoyment. I soon rolled over so I was on my back and Garrett on top as we continued to wrestle. After a few minutes I reached for a foil packet I'd placed on the bedside table. I handed it to Garrett while pulling the swimmer's other hand to my mouth, slobbering on his fingers. "The rubber is already lubricated, just get me wet before you dive in," I smirked.
Garrett needed no further encouragement. He crouched between my legs and probed my hole, first with one finger, then two. As he pushed in further, he leaned in and took my shaft in his mouth. I pulled my knees up toward my chest, sighed in pleasure but cautioned, "Ease up there cowboy. Sitting in the spa with you has me riled up something fierce and I don't want to shoot too soon."
Garrett moved off my shaft and continued to probe my hole, now with three fingers. "Hank, I've never done this before," he said, sounding a bit worried.
"Just do what we did for you. You're a smart, observant stud, and I doubt you can hurt me, but if you do anything wrong I'll let you know." We kept our eyes glued on each other. He kept probing my ass and I moaned. "That's nice, G. Go ahead, drill me."
Garrett moved up, the head of his cock at my ass, and slid in slowly and deliberately, then stopped. "I'm in as deep as I think I can go. Is that good, Hank?"
"Nice. Fuck me, buddy." He thrust in and out a couple of times and then stopped for a minute. He had a thoughtful, concerned look on his face.
"Are you still there, cowboy?" I asked, with what I hoped was a reassuring grin.
"Sorry- yes. I got lost in the moment." After another thirty seconds, he resumed his slow thrusts in and out.
"You've got it, partner," I reassured him. "You're making me feel good."
I rolled my calves up and over Garrett and crossed my feet around his lower back, pressing down lightly. It pushed him even deeper into me, and required a little more effort from him to piston out. He made a face. "I thought I was fucking you. You're making me work."
"Damn right, I want you deep, swim stud. We're fucking each other. How's it feel?"
"Good. I could get used to this."
We changed positions several times -- with my feet pressed against his shoulders, with Garrett leaning in for a prolonged kiss, with each of us caressing each other's nipples, chests and faces, with Garrett stroking my pecker until I pushed his hand off. "Not yet, kid."
After ten minutes Garrett said softly, "I want to make this last but I'm close." I locked my feet around his lower back again and in a few moments I cried out, "Fuuuckkk. Fuck fuck fuck", and came, shooting all over both of us. Garrett followed soon after with a long, extremely loud moan. "Arrrrrrggggh."
A few seconds later we heard a fast paced stomp of boots on the stairs. "Are you two OK? Robinson, if you've hurt the boy I'll kill you," bellowed Lowry as he burst into the room, followed by "Oh ..", much more quietly, as he took in the scene. I saw Lowry as soon as he opened the door, Garrett saw him a moment later as the boy turned his head. "Uhh, Lowry, could we get some privacy please?" I asked politely.
"I was afraid someone was hurt." He paused as if to say more but was at a loss for words, so turned around and shut the door firmly. "Damn fucking kids," we heard him grumble as he descended the stairs, "scaring the holy shit out of me." Garrett and I looked at each other for ten seconds before we both began laughing. I put a finger to his lips. "Shhh. Don't make him angry."
"Isn't he already angry?"
"Upset but more embarrassed. And you? I never got the impression this weekend that you were a screamer. Arrrgh? That makes you a pirate. Arrgh, matey, shiver me timbers!" We both laughed again.
"It feels amazing when you laugh while I'm inside you," mused Garrett.
"Same here. So, Captain, what was going on when you stopped right after you got started?'
"I was trying to figure out how to make this enjoyable for both of us. I wasn't sure how to do that. I thought about what I've done for my girlfriends, and what you guys did this weekend. Then I remembered what's always made sex enjoyable -- clearing my mind, focusing on my partner, being in the here and now."
"You're a smart young man, Captain. Don't overthink it," I advised. I glanced at my watch. "We should clean up and get dressed. Lowry hates to be late." Garrett pulled out and we disentangled.
"I need to get my razor and clothes from downstairs," Garrett said, stroking his chin.
"Are your shorts downstairs? Wrap yourself in a towel."
"Why?"
"Else it might look like you're teasing Lowry. He's already a little sensitive and the meeting tomorrow makes him more so. If you're covered up it's easier for him to ignore you."
"Makes sense."
"I don't actually know this. He may grab the towel off you and who knows what happens then. Just give him some space." We both ran down to get clean clothes, then came back; Garrett shaved while I showered. "Captain, you'd be welcome to shower with me but I don't think there's room for both of us."
"Pity, but I can wait."
"Lowry has a walk in shower downstairs but now isn't the time to ask to use that." We cleaned up, dried off and dressed, picked up the bedroom, then headed downstairs. Lowry was still in the office. "Sir, can we do anything else for you?" Garrett asked as we walked by.
"Nothing I can think of. I'm heading up to shower now. Are you guys ready to go?"
"Yes sir."
We loaded our clothes and my camping gear in Garrett's car. Garrett turned on the TV in the den and began deciphering the controls on the remote; I returned from the laundry and took it from him. "It's easy if you've done it a dozen times." I found another baseball game and we settled on the couch a few feet apart. I patted the cushion next to him. "No problem if you want space but I'd be glad to have you over here." Garrett moved next to me, I wrapped an arm around his neck and he leaned into my shoulder.
"Captain, how are you?"
"I feel happy and satisfied. How are you, Coach?"
"The same. Could you give me a ride home after dinner?"
"Sure."
"Would you want to sleep over?"
"I have swim practice at 700 tomorrow morning and I need a good night's rest."
"I'm not expecting anything, I'd just enjoy having you over."
"I could do that. You're easily entertained," he said. I squeezed his neck.
Lowry came down in fifteen minutes or so. Garrett and I didn't hear him until he put a hand on Garrett's shoulder. "You two look comfortable."
"Just enjoying the game," I said.
"Sorry I disturbed you earlier."
"We were kind of noisy," Garrett admitted.
"No shit. It scared the bejesus out of me. Pennington, I was afraid you might have been traumatized by the weekend, mentally or emotionally or, given the size of Hank's club, physically. I guess I worried needlessly. I just thought of a couple of new adjectives if I ever write a recommendation for you."
"Perpetually horny?" I smirked.
"That's appropriate too, but I had resilient and adaptable in mind."
"Sir, you're going to give me a swelled head," Garrett responded.
"I won't touch that line," I laughed.
"Are you guys ready to go?"
"Sure," said Garrett. "I'd like to drive."
"Why?"
"So I can be in charge of something this weekend."
Lowry was amused. "It looked like you were in charge of Hank earlier, Captain."
"No, Hank still tried to be in control."
I grinned and nodded. "I can imagine," said Lowry. "I thought he was going to leave you alone."
"Lowry, you told Dave and me the weekend's goal was to give Garrett what he wanted. I was just continuing the mission," I answered.
"It sure made me happy," replied Garrett.
We each put on blazers. "Damn, we look like fucking professionals don't we?" l Iaughed as we headed out to Garrett's car. Lowry took shotgun and I squeezed in back.
"Garrett, your car has more room in the back than either of Lowry's."
"I bought it for the legroom, front and back. Every guy on the swim team is over six-two."
"OK, guys, a serious request. I don't want to quash anyone's en-thus-iasm," Lowry growled, "but given my meeting tomorrow I am trying not to think about the young Mr. Pennington in anything except my professional, advisory role to one of the University's student -- athletes. So let's keep the conversation appropriate for a fine dining establishment like the Wyandotte. And no subtle innuendoes either.
"No, sir," responded Garrett. "No inn -you -END-oes. None."
"We certainly don't want any inn -you -END -oes. Wouldn't be proper," I chimed in.
"I swear, I get no respect," growled Lowry, shaking his head. "Garrett, do you know where to go?"
"Yes sir, Dad's taken us a few times." We pulled into a parking space and walked a block to the restaurant. We were fifteen minutes early and joined Dave, already in the bar.
"Mr. McCarthy, is it OK for me to have a drink?" Garrett asked.
"That's fine with me, as long as you're within Coach Bailey's guidelines."
Dave sat at a hightop opposite Garrett and I pulled up a stool between them. "Captain, you seem to have a certain swagger tonight." He lowered his voice. "Did you fuck Hank?"
Garrett just grinned. "OK. That's all I need to know. He looks happy too." Lowry pulled Dave aside to give him the same direction he'd given Garrett and me in the car. Before we could chat any further our table was ready.
As soon as we sat down I asked Lowry, "Are we having oysters?"
"Sure."
Garrett spoke up. "Definitely."
"The raw bar here is great and the Oysters Rockefeller are outstanding," Lowry said.
"I've only had the raw bar but I'll try both," Garrett said. "How many should we get?"
"A dozen?" suggested Lowry.
"I'll eat six," Garrett and I said simultaneously. "Dave, are you in?" Garrett asked.
"No, I'll leave the slimy little critters to you guys."
We ordered 18, and placed our dinner orders too. The oysters came out quickly and were consumed just as fast. I had eight, Garrett seven, Lowry three.
"Should we get more?" I asked hopefully.
Lowry frowned. "Robinson, save your appetite for the main course. Besides, I'm afraid what you two guys may do to each other if you have more."
Lowry turned to Garrett with a serious look. "Your Dad has invited us to breakfast tomorrow before our meeting. Trowbridge and I want to understand him better, who he is and what he's about. We need some comfort in working with him on a business deal and we think he has the same goal. How does someone like me make small talk with your dad?"
"What do you mean?"
"Most people talk sports with me. I want something a little less superficial, but I don't know where to begin."
"I still don't understand, Mr. McCarthy."
"I feel - unprepared to talk to him." He paused. He was rarely at a loss for words. "He's kind of overwhelming." I was gobsmacked, as I'd never seen Lowry admit that kind of vulnerability. Garrett looked puzzled. Dave snickered. Garrett noticed but Lowry didn't.
"How so?"
Lowry snorted. "He's the richest guy in the state!"
"After what the markets did to the company stock last week, more like tenth, but whatever. That's no reason to be intimidated," Garrett answered.
"Easy for you to say. What do you guys talk about?" Lowry persisted,
"He asks me about swimming and my grades. Lately, all I seem to do is ask his advice on women and jobs. That doesn't do you much good." Garrett paused, thinking. "You know I have two younger sisters?"
"No."
"Ask him about his other kids." Another pause. "Ask what his favorite new tech is. He'll go into full sales mode- not just on what his company makes, on any products he likes.'' Lowry started making notes on a napkin. Dave looked down and covered his face to hide the grin.
"Ask about his hobbies. He'll talk even more about fly fishing than he will about his kids."
Dave broke in. "Lowry, my friend. I interviewed Boyd Pennington last year. After thirty minutes he'd asked me nearly as many questions as I had asked him. He genuinely likes people. He can draw even you out of your shell."
Lowry ignored Dave. "Anything else, Garrett?"
"Hmm. He's disgusted with current politics. All of it. He has strongly held religious beliefs but he won't discuss them outside the family, and he hardly ever takes offense at what others say. The most important thing, for your purposes: Dad deeply, deeply loves Wyandotte U. He credits it with everything he is today. Not just the sports. He loves the teams, but when I told him about your speech the coaches hate, he almost danced, he was so happy. I recall the said, `these guys are good. Shit, these guys are really good.' "
Lowry leaned back in his chair. Dave said, "Ok, Lowry, can you relax now?"
He sighed, then smiled. "Yes."
Dinner was great. Dave and I split the bill, over Lowry's protests. After dinner, Dave drove Lowry back home; I got in Garrett's car. When we arrived at my condo, Garrett asked, "Is your offer for a sleepover still good?"
"Sure. As long as you help me carry my crap in." We toted my gear and Garrett's duffel and backpack up to the condo and stowed it. "Make yourself at home, G. There are drinks in the fridge. You can check if there is anything on the tube." I sorted my mail; Garrett made himself comfortable on my oversized leather couch and found a ball game on TV. I joined him in a few minutes and we settled in next to each other in one corner. Garrett leaned on my shoulder and I wrapped an arm loosely around the swimmer. He fell asleep shortly; in about an hour I woke him up to move into the bedroom. "Did we wear you out that badly this weekend?" I asked him.
"I'm just catching up on sleep after the end of the semester." We both stripped down, slid into bed and spooned, and were asleep within five minutes.