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Lacrosse Lover Chapter 2
By Mark (BostonBiGuy) some1yuno@hotmail.com
I could smell the chlorine coming from the pool as I walked into the building. I was a few minutes late - recently I'm always a little bit late. I went into the locker room to change into my speedos then headed out to the pool where I found Rob already swimming laps. I admired his strong body as he swam gracefully through the water. There was only one other person there in the pool at this time of day, and he seemed content to stay on the opposite side of the pool from Rob.
I stood there watching Rob for several minutes until he noticed me. He waved then swam over to the edge of the pool where I was standing. He pulled himself up onto the edge and sat down, I sat next to him.
"I was beginning to think you'd forgotten."
"Just overslept; it's a bad habit I have."
"Yeah, well next time get your ass out of bed on time," he slid down into the water, "now hurry up, you've got a lot of catching up to do."
"I don't know that I should, as crowded as this pool is I might get in someone's way."
"Yes, it's nice in the mornings, there's usually no one here but Jay and myself. I'll introduce you to him later."
I stood up and dove in from the edge; swimming as far as I could under the water before surfacing to complete the journey across the pool. I then swam back to where Rob was treading water.
"Not bad, but you need some practice, that wasn't a very good distance underwater."
"Oh shut up Mr. Perfect."
"Glad to see you can recognize your betters when you see them."
At this I jumped onto him and dunked him under the water. I held him up under while he struggled against me. His ass kept accidentally rubbing up against my crotch and soon I had to let him go - both to breathe and to keep my hardon hidden from him. As much as I'd like to have held him like that forever I knew I couldn't stay like that for long without him noticing.
"How's that for staying underwater." I said laughing.
"Asshole," but he was laughing with me as he said it.
I thought he was through horsing around but then he jumped at me pulling me down with him. I fought towards the surface and just when I thought I had him he began to tickle me. I couldn't help laughing - I spluttered coughing in the water, trying not to drown. He seemed determined to drown us both. I squirmed trying to break away from his grip but he had too strong a hold on me.
Suddenly in mid-laugh I was pulled underwater again. I barely had time to get a breath before I was underwater. He had his arms wrapped around me tightly holding me against his body and holding me under water. Had I not been dying for air I would have been happy to stay like that - but my lungs were preventing me from doing so.
I squirmed and fought against him for another minute before he finally let me go to the surface. As I pulled away from him it felt like he had a hardon, but my oxygen deprived mind could have been playing tricks on me. I pulled myself over to the edge gasping for air. Rob swam up next to me - he had this cute smile on his face.
"Are you ready to be serious now, or do I have to dunk you under again?"
"No wonder no one else is around here; you're always trying to drown them."
"Nope, only the cute guys." I raised my eyebrows at that and wondered what he meant, however, he erased my suspicions completing his comment, "can't have any competition."
"Come on, let's actually swim some now, that's what I came down here for."
Jay who'd been watching us from the other side of the pool waved and yelled "If you two have finished trying to kill each other I can get back to my laps."
Rob smiled and waved, then he began his workout again - I also began to swim some laps as well. We swam for another 40 minutes. He introduced me to Jay and we chatted for a few minutes, then we went in to shower and change.
We showered together and I enjoyed the constant view I had of Rob's nude form. He stood at a shower near me so I could watch him without being obvious. After we showered we both dressed then split apart until we'd meet up again at practice that afternoon.
I went back to my dorm room, I don't know where Rob went to. I let myself into my room and then sat down to think back over this morning's events. I'd gotten very close to Rob, but it hadn't gone like my dreams - I now had a lot of questions and no way to get answers.
We had been physically touching while wrestling in the water. I had gotten hard with his ass pressing against me. Did he feel that? I wasn't certain, I didn't think he could not have noticed.
Then there was when he was holding me under. As I pushed away from him I thought I could feel a hardon. Was I just imagining that? It's very possible, I was gasping for breath and swimming away and it was something that I desperately wanted. I wanted him so badly that I had a hardon from that; maybe it was just wishful thinking.
He had also called me cute; but then he made a joke about competition. Was I cute in the competitive heterosexual way - I was considered good looking because girls thought so? Or was I cute because he liked me and thought I was cute? I was getting so many mixed signals, more than my brain could handle.
He seemed to be very interested in me. After all he had invited me down to swim with him, and considering how empty the pool was I doubted that he had invited many. Then there was the fact that he continued the water fight and really enjoyed it. Sure it was a childish game, and was a game, but not usually initiated among people my age that are relative strangers. Although Jay didn't seem to find it out of the ordinary; he was even laughing and joking with us about it - maybe it wasn't unusual for Rob to invite guys down to swim with him.
Then there was yesterday in the locker room. I don't know how many people fight each other with towels in the nude in a locker room full of men; but I doubted the number was large. Was he just playing around, or was there something else there? He never bothered to cover himself around me - but then it didn't look like he bothered to cover himself at all in the locker room. Maybe he was just comfortable with being nude; it certainly seemed that way. Our horseplay in the locker room yesterday might have meant nothing more than today in the pool.
I had no idea exactly how Rob felt - maybe I should just ask him. No, that wouldn't be a good idea. What if he was straight - I might blow our friendship all to hell by asking him about it. I couldn't stand that - better to have him as a friend. I spun through these events over and over again, searching for some kind of hidden meaning buried within - something I might have overlooked, an answer to all my questions. I found nothing.
Finally I decided perhaps I just continue as we were, maybe I'd eventually find the answers I was looking for. What if I didn't like the answer I found? Maybe I should just end it before I got hurt. I could see myself easily falling in love with Rob. As it is I thought about him all the time, his cute dimples when he smiled, the warmth of his eyes, his trim lithe body. But the more I got to know him the more I liked all of him. He was a nice guy; friendly, caring, funny, sensitive and so damn sexy it should be against the law.
Just thinking about him got me immediately aroused. I went to my dresser to grab his boxers from where I stashed them. As I reached my hand out to grab them I suddenly noticed the clock.
"Fuck! I'm gonna be late again, damn it!" I ran out the door pulling it shut behind me and headed off at a breakneck pace for class. My physics class was very large so I could slip in at the back nearly unnoticed.
As the professor began his lecture I sat there not even listening. My mind had focused on Rob entirely. My cock began to harden inside my jeans and I wish I'd had the chance to beat off before coming to class. I began to circumspectly rub my cock through my jeans under the desk. I began to wonder just when this old guy would shut up so I could get out of here and go back to my room to beat off.
I looked down at my watch and found out that there was only 10 minutes left until he finished the lecture. I also realized I would have to walk out of class with a raging and very obvious hardon if I didn't do something about it. I began to listen in to what the professor was saying. As he droned on that 10 minutes stretched nearly to eternity - but my hardon had been bored to death. Of course Rob's boxers would be enough to revive it.
I was one of the first to head out the door of that room when the professor was done. I rushed across campus back to my dorm. I unlocked the door, entering, then shut it behind me. I quickly pulled my clothes off then grabbed Rob's boxers and flopped down on the bed. I set his boxers over my face and thought back to this morning.
I imagined him with a hardon and rubbing it against my ass while we wrestled. We went over to the edge of the pull where he pushed up against the side. He began to thrust his hips into my ass harder than before, his hands reaching around to play with my nipples. He slipped my speedos down off my legs and pulled his off as well. His cock was now in direct contact with my flesh. His cock slid easily between the cheeks of my ass. He reached one hand down to stroke my cock while the other played with my nipple as he humped his dick against my ass.
I began to moan, "Ohhh. Rob fuck me, fuck me now." When I said this, his dick began to press at my tight hole. I pushed back against him and I was rewarded by the feeling of his cockhead slipping into my ass. Slowly he pushed forward, pressing himself further into me. His hand sped up on my cock as he started fucking my ass.
That was it, my cock began jerking in my hand as it shot my cum all over. My stomach was covered with puddles of jism from the pent up excitement from this morning. I cleaned myself up and prepared to head to my next class. For a change I was actually going to be on time.
I took my time walking across campus enjoying a leisurely stroll on my way to class. I was startled by someone suddenly grabbing me by the shoulder. I turned around and there was Rob.
He smiled at me. "Hey you're finally back. I waved, even called your name but didn't get a response."
"I just had some things on my mind." Actually I was just thinking of him, and suddenly he appears. Maybe I wasn't imagining things earlier, he made an effort to speak to me and get my attention.
"You were thinking, I didn't even notice the trail of smoke." He grinned at me - damn he was so cute.
"Yeah, yeah, very funny. I've gotta run to class now though."
"Ok see you at practice." He smiled and waved, then turned and walked the other way whistling as he went.
I looked down at my watch - damn, only 3 minutes before class starts. I was going to be late again. I swear he had to have been trying to make me late for everything. I began to jog across the rest of the distance to try to make it on time.
I made it to class almost on time, not noticeably late at least. This was the advanced literature class, I had hoped it would take my mind off Rob - it made me question everything even more. We were discussing elements of plot, speaking of foreshadowing and subtle hints in class made me wonder just where this story was going.
I started wondering about the boxers he had left in there that first day. Maybe he left them intentionally to see if I'd pick them up. Of course if he wanted me to pick them up why not ask about them the next day. Anyone could have picked them up, the coach the janitor, one of the team members, almost anyone. So maybe it was just an accident.
I also began to question the things he said: "What did he mean by that? Could there be a double meaning to that? Maybe that was an invitation?" I was even more confused than before. Maybe I was just over-thinking everything - maybe I was trying to find the answer when I didn't even know what the question was.
I remembered when I was a child sitting there playing with a jigsaw puzzle. Sitting there for hours trying to line up the pieces and put them in the right places. Life was a much greater puzzle than those simple pieces of cardboard. This part of the puzzle of life was an even greater challenge, I was trying to put it together and I didn't have all the pieces.
I finally decided that there was no way for me to know - not yet at least. I would just have to wait until I had a few more pieces to try to fit in. I left class that day and headed to kill some time before heading to practice.
******************************************* Well no resolution to the predicament yet. I know many of the readers were looking forward to them getting together for real instead of only in Charles's fantasies, but that's not to be - at least not yet. There's no telling where the story will go from here.
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