When I was in college, being on swim team with two practices each day and my roommate also a swimmer, there were always swimsuits hanging from door knobs or chairs drying out. It just came with the territory. One of my non swim friends was always curious about our suits, he'd always pick them up and look at them, usually with some remark about how small they were. It was never bad or judgmental. One day he was over and we were studying and he picked up one of the suits, a cool orange print one. He said he liked the colors. I knew he did, because he kept going back and looking at it. At one point he went down the hall to use the bathroom and I noticed the suit was gone. I remember smiling to myself about it. When he came back he had the suit in his hand. I asked him how it fit. "Pretty amazing," was his reply. He asked about the usual stuff like what if you get hard. I knew he was really interested. When we got done studying, I opened up my plastic tote of suits and grabbed a print one that looked like the one he tried. "Here, take this," I said. He at first refused, but finally did. A few months later, after swim season was done a bunch of the dorm guys went to the beach. I was sure Zach and I would be the only guys in briefs. At first we were, but then my friend pulled off his Birdwell shorts to reveal the suit I gave him. He looked great in it.
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