had to be explain ed to me the first time I heard it. I can’t believe I’m essentially siding in my head with the swim bros, rather than with Professor Beaumont, who has always been my best friend on campus.
“How much time does he have before the relay ?” I say.
“About twenty minutes,” says Dave. “Why?”
“I just want to go say ‘ hi ’ to him,” I say.
Dave gives me a wicked grin, as if he knows exactly what I’m up to. I wonder how much Anchor told him about our night together. It makes me ma d that Anchor would have been telling his swimming buddies about our night together , but the anger is soon overcome by sheer lust for Anchor. I just can’t help myself. I need to have him and his body. And I need it right now, or at least within the next twenty minutes.
Beaumont gives me a confused look, and I realize my excuse isn’t nearly good enough.
“Oh, I need to get some notes from him , quotes you know? If he’s going to the Olympics , this is goin g to be a big part of the story ,” I say. I grab my pen and journalist pad and hold them up, as if they are proof I’m telling the truth.
“Good luck, then,” says Dave. “Remember, he’s only got twenty minutes .” Dave gives me a gross wink.
“Yeah,” says Beaumont , not seeing Dave’s face. “Good luck then, get some good quotes.”
I rush off, practically running down the stairs to the main deck.
15
Anchor
I’m flush from the success of the race. I wasn’t sure I’d won until I looked up at the scoreboard .
In the stands, I could see Da ve sitting with Allison .
She looked so beautiful sitting up there, sitting so prim and proper.
I didn’t see the Olympics scout in the stands, but with that suit he was wearing when I shook his hand, he’s bound to blend into the wall or something. That’s about how exciting he appeared to me.
Some winners say they can’t believe they won a race, but I can believe it all right. After all, I’m going to be on the Olympics next year, no matter what, so how would it look if I was beaten in my prime event?
The relay is coming up, a nd I know we’re going to get a record time. One of the reason s the Olympics is interested in me is precisely because of my ability to pull the team to victory no matter what. But, shit, Dave is injured. I forgot for a moment, and now I realize that Spellman is racing instead . Shit, that a sshole Spellman. He always ruin s everything, no matter what.
I’m in the locker room, taking a bit of a breather. It helps me to get away from the crowds and the other swimmers and take solace in the empty locker room between events.
This is what I’v e always done.
I turn on the shower, letting the steam from the hot water pile up around me as I stand here in my swim briefs , with my goggles on my forehead .
Suddenly, the door bursts open.
I catch a glimpse of long hair. What’s going on? Is someone lost?
Shit! It’s Allison. It’s Allison!
She’s running towards me, with a look I’ve never seen before in her eyes. It’s like seeing pure animal lust.
She basically attacks me, pushing her body against mine, not seeming to care that I’m completely soaked. I haven’t even dried off.
My cock springs up, an d I’ve got a huge erection in about one second flat, threateni ng to burst my swim briefs at the sea ms.
“You were so hot racing,” she says, breathing the words heavily in my ear. She’s breathing heavy too, and her body is rising and falling with her breaths.
“Look,” I say. “I’ve decided I’m not mad at you for not texting me back.”
“I’m the one who was mad at you . How could you just leave me like that? I mean , I’m risking everything, too. If I’m caught sleeping with you, there’s no way I’l l be able to work for The Journal next year. I’m supposed to be a professional, already, and professionals don’t sleep with their sources.”
We’re having this conversation in the middle of making out heavily, taking
“How much time does he have before the relay ?” I say.
“About twenty minutes,” says Dave. “Why?”
“I just want to go say ‘ hi ’ to him,” I say.
Dave gives me a wicked grin, as if he knows exactly what I’m up to. I wonder how much Anchor told him about our night together. It makes me ma d that Anchor would have been telling his swimming buddies about our night together , but the anger is soon overcome by sheer lust for Anchor. I just can’t help myself. I need to have him and his body. And I need it right now, or at least within the next twenty minutes.
Beaumont gives me a confused look, and I realize my excuse isn’t nearly good enough.
“Oh, I need to get some notes from him , quotes you know? If he’s going to the Olympics , this is goin g to be a big part of the story ,” I say. I grab my pen and journalist pad and hold them up, as if they are proof I’m telling the truth.
“Good luck, then,” says Dave. “Remember, he’s only got twenty minutes .” Dave gives me a gross wink.
“Yeah,” says Beaumont , not seeing Dave’s face. “Good luck then, get some good quotes.”
I rush off, practically running down the stairs to the main deck.
15
Anchor
I’m flush from the success of the race. I wasn’t sure I’d won until I looked up at the scoreboard .
In the stands, I could see Da ve sitting with Allison .
She looked so beautiful sitting up there, sitting so prim and proper.
I didn’t see the Olympics scout in the stands, but with that suit he was wearing when I shook his hand, he’s bound to blend into the wall or something. That’s about how exciting he appeared to me.
Some winners say they can’t believe they won a race, but I can believe it all right. After all, I’m going to be on the Olympics next year, no matter what, so how would it look if I was beaten in my prime event?
The relay is coming up, a nd I know we’re going to get a record time. One of the reason s the Olympics is interested in me is precisely because of my ability to pull the team to victory no matter what. But, shit, Dave is injured. I forgot for a moment, and now I realize that Spellman is racing instead . Shit, that a sshole Spellman. He always ruin s everything, no matter what.
I’m in the locker room, taking a bit of a breather. It helps me to get away from the crowds and the other swimmers and take solace in the empty locker room between events.
This is what I’v e always done.
I turn on the shower, letting the steam from the hot water pile up around me as I stand here in my swim briefs , with my goggles on my forehead .
Suddenly, the door bursts open.
I catch a glimpse of long hair. What’s going on? Is someone lost?
Shit! It’s Allison. It’s Allison!
She’s running towards me, with a look I’ve never seen before in her eyes. It’s like seeing pure animal lust.
She basically attacks me, pushing her body against mine, not seeming to care that I’m completely soaked. I haven’t even dried off.
My cock springs up, an d I’ve got a huge erection in about one second flat, threateni ng to burst my swim briefs at the sea ms.
“You were so hot racing,” she says, breathing the words heavily in my ear. She’s breathing heavy too, and her body is rising and falling with her breaths.
“Look,” I say. “I’ve decided I’m not mad at you for not texting me back.”
“I’m the one who was mad at you . How could you just leave me like that? I mean , I’m risking everything, too. If I’m caught sleeping with you, there’s no way I’l l be able to work for The Journal next year. I’m supposed to be a professional, already, and professionals don’t sleep with their sources.”
We’re having this conversation in the middle of making out heavily, taking
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