A str8 guy meets his first swim brief

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Part 1: Moving in....

It was our junior year of college. Zach and I had moved into a new dorm with nicer rooms , reserved mostly for upper classes (third and fourth year). Most of the juniors and seniors from swimming and diving were in the same building, but we got placed on a different floor from the rest of them. The dorm was coed, and the floors were mixed. It was really cool not being housed around the whole swim team, it gave us a chance to meet some non swimmers. Its funny if you are a student athlete, your whole circle of friends tends to be the team. Plus, I liked having at least a bit of privacy from the rest of the guys. Zach and I remained great friends, despite having lived with each other for two years in the same room, and hung out all Summer. The swimmers, like most athletes get to school ahead of the rest of the students, because practice starts before school does. We were coming back from practice on ‘move in weekend”, a time when all the students show up. Zach stopped off to get some breakfast, so I went on to the room.

I was hanging my wet suit over my closet door handle, standing there stark naked, when Zach came through the door. “Hey dude, this is your lucky day” Zach said with a grin. Pausing, he continued “you gotta see the cowboy who moved in two doors down,” another pause. “Boots, tight jeans, and blonde hair, looks like your type.” Zach was as straight as an arrow, but he knew I was exactly the opposite. It was cool with him, which made our friendship special. Funny part was, I’d point out the hot girls to him, and he’d find me all the hot guys. If anyone watched it, you’d think our roles were reversed. “Better get some clothes on, dude, cause if you see this guy your gonna get a boner” Zach added, laughing.

I slipped on a pair of board shorts (yeah, I wear them as shorts) and my “swimming and diving” shirt and went out in the hall to see this guy, Zach behind me. You know, he did not sweep me away as Zach thought. Oh sure, his jeans were really tight Wranglers that showed his form (heck they were about as tight as my swimsuits), and he had really handsome boots on. He was wearing a baseball cap (no cowboy hat), and he did have a nice smile. “Hey, I’m Ryan, guess we are neighbors,” I said, extending my hand.

“Cody here, glad to meet you”

“Hey you got much more stuff? Need help?” I offered. Between Zach, Cody and me, we got the rest of his stuff in one more trip. We met his parents, then they were off to get some food. They offered to take us, but we figured that they wanted to say bye to their son, so we declined.

“He’s as straight as you are” I said to Zach as we got back to our room.

“Yeah, but you can still look” he said back. “plus you never know about those cowboys… could be broke back mountain again” Zach added with a smile.

I flipped him the finger and said “I’m outta here, gotta go meet with coach and then get some crap at the bookstore,” I thought about Cody all the way over to the pool. It was funny. He was quietly handsome, and as the time passed he started to really make an impression on me. And those jeans of his were so damn tight.

More to come…..