Cody sprinted up to the chairs. ‘How could I be late for this event?’ Hissing at himself, his eyes scanned the audience. He had no time to check his seat number. Looking for Tina, or Joseph, or anyone familiar, but the crowd was bigger than he expected. ‘How can so many eyes DARE to stare at my sexy husbands.’ A spontaneous smile travelled onto his lips and finally he found his seat. Twenty-four was written in big bold red numbers. It was in the first row, nearest to the pool, so he could ravish more than the competition. Fixing his ass on the chair, he cheered as the crowd shouted at the participants.

Cody turned and enjoyed how the crowd was motivating the swimmers. Joining the competition was on his agenda, but when he found both his professors were participating, he altered his plan. ‘What would be better than to see them swimming in their skimpy trunks?’ He asked around the organizers to confirm what would be the best attire for the participants. It was Cody who rejected the idea of Jammers Speedos and Racing Suit kind of Speedos, and offered them either aqua suits, or briefs and nothing else. All the ladies in the hall agreed with him. ‘I know bitches, you don’t need to explain how beautiful men look in briefs, and then after swimming. Attractive? Drool worthy? We all will get a perfect model walk, and no one needs to feel shy about cheering them?’ Later, he had double-checked many times with the hosting team and the participants, whether they were going to wear only briefs. And short briefs. ‘How am I going to miss this opportunity?’

It was the annual swimming competition between the different colleges. A friendly competition, but students and staff took it seriously and fiercely supported their colleges. Banter and name calling were shouted at opposing teams, but for the most part, they were friendly exchanges.

Cody shouted for the last time as the first race was announced and he could see the contestants coming in wearing their sexy trunks. ‘Now I need to focus more. There is so much on display and to imbibe the beauty.’ Blushing he smiled and sat back in his chair.

The first race was about to commence. It was the 100 meters men’s breaststroke. Josh, a quiet guy from their class, was representing the science college. He was the epitome of a nerd. Tall, lanky, with bad acne and glasses. He had beautiful chestnut hair with wispy curls framing his face.

When the official called them up to the starting blocks, Josh stretched his arms to limber up, when lo and behold his swimming trunks began to fall down, displaying all his bountiful goods. The drawstring cord hadn’t been pulled tight enough. He stood there like a deer in the headlights. His pasty-white body turning beetroot, from his toes to the top of his head. He just stood there, too stunned to reach down and pull them back up.

Everybody started laughing and pointing at the poor guy. Cody desperately tried not to laugh at his predicament, but a titter passed his closed lips. Taking in his body, Cody noticed he had a huge dick hanging limply between his legs. It looked like a few others had noticed too. Both male and female students were rushing to his aid. Plowing through the growing crowd, using her elbows, was Tina. She may have been short and petite, but she managed to worm her way to the front and claim the prize known as Josh. Crouching down, she pulled up his brief, black trunks and knotted the cord.

Meanwhile, Anton, the class clown from Cody’s Cosmology group, started stripping off his own clothes to take the heat away from Josh. Ripping his boxers off and swinging them around his head, while shouting out, “A wanton Anton on the loose!” Running starkers around the pool, flashing all his bits and bobs to all, Anton bowed to the crowd before skipping madly. Everyone started clapping and cheering him on. “Go Anton!” resounded around the arena. Wolf-whistles followed him as he ran around the entire pool.

Before long campus, security came bursting into the auditorium. They started to chase Anton, who was in his element inciting the crowd and being the centre of attention. The crowd started singing, “No running! No running!” citing the pool rules. Anton kept one step ahead of the two security guys, waving his butt at them. Splitting up they decided to each go in opposite directions to block him in. Just as they went to grab him, he cannonballed into the pool, creating a huge splash, soaking the two men. The crowd went ballistic, a riotous cacophony of laughter.

“Will Anton Roberts report to the Dean’s office. Anton Roberts to report to the Dean’s office, now. Please make sure you are fully clothed.” This announcement was met with more cheering. Cody sat holding his stomach from laughing so much. It was beginning to hurt and tears were streaming down his face. He had never laughed so hard in his life.

Eventually Anton emerged from the pool, only to be grabbed roughly by security and wrapped in a borrowed towel, smiling and waving at his fans as he was escorted to the Dean’s office.

Cody managed to temper his laughing and drank a big gulp of bottled water.

He could see Tina, manhandling Josh to the locker room. She had gathered his glasses and towel from the starting blocks so he could now see his rescuer. By the look on his face and the sappy smile he wore, Cody knew he was putty in Tina’s hands.

It took a while for the crowd to settle down, but once it did, the races began in earnest.

Josh pulled out of his race, too embarrassed to face the prospect of his trunks malfunctioning again. Tina had dragged him to join Cody, after showering and dressing in his baggy jeans, and a late arrival being Cole, who had missed the whole debacle. Nearly everyone had taken pictures or videos of Anton, so he soon also had a laughing fit.

“Shit! What a great way to divert the crowd from Josh.” Cole laughed.

Max was caught up in the moment, hypnotized by the rippling water. His face relaxed and Cody sat transfixed as the hard planes softened. His eyes closed as he continued to stir the water. His lips parted on a sigh. Cody wanted to rush over and swallow Max’s sigh and taste his lips that were beckoning to him. Wrapping his arms around himself, Cody sat further back in his chair so he wouldn’t dash to Max and make a fool of himself.

Satisfied, Max stood. His six-foot frame effortlessly rising without looking awkward. His muscles flexed and unflexed as he stretched his long arms above his head, interlocking his fingers, and then he bent forward until his palms touched the ground. Cody nearly came while watching the sleek lines of his body. Standing again, he clasped his hands behind his back, bent forward and stretched his arms upwards over his back. Time stood still as Cody helplessly sat attempting to conceal his erection. He couldn’t take his eyes off Max, following his every move. His red Aqua-shorts hugged his taut butt and his huge cock was nestled within its snug confinement. His aqua-shorts may have been too short, coming down to his upper thighs only, but they went well with Max’s arrogance, flaunt-able physique, and attitude. Standing proud on the starting block, Max looked like a God surveying his kingdom. It was the first time he saw Max undressed in the flesh, away from his fantasy world. Now Cody ached to see him in nothing except himself spread over Max’s skin.

Cody’s daydream broke with a splashing sound. Executing a perfect dive, Max resurfaced 8 meters down the pool. He moved through the water with his usual arrogance. They were swimming the final 25 meters, and Max was head to head with an English student. Kicking his powerful legs, bending his arms at the elbows underwater, then lifting them out in straight arcs to propel him forward in a fast last sprint. It was a close finish but Max won by a mere arm’s length. Pulling himself out of the water, Max stood, waved, gathered his towel, and without a fuss, he left. The time spent between Max coming out of the pool and grabbing a towel, was longer than an epoch for Cody. His aqua shorts full of water, making Max’s balls hang tight and huge, his dick glued flaccid, yet clearly visible, and then water dripping off his body. Cody gasped. Breathless. And left wanton. ‘Now I want a private performance by him,’ stomping his feet, he noticed no one saw his battiness. Max didn’t bother to cover his body with a towel. He left it all out on display. Of course, he deserved praise, but Cody’s over-possessive heart didn’t enjoy it. But nothing was in Cody’s hands either. He let Max walk off to the changing room, water dripping off his body slowly, and the crowd screaming lewd comments after him. ‘He is mine, only mine.’ Cody urged to fight with the crowd, but his voice was buried in his throat.

It took Cody a few pinches to his thigh before he could function again. The next few races were the women’s butterfly and backstroke. It was a good opportunity for his dick to lose its hardness.

Tina was handing candy out to her friends and offered one to Cody. Taking a caramel, Cody sucked happily on the sweet delight. Tina was hand feeding Josh candies, placing them on his tongue, letting him shut his mouth on her fingers sucking them as she pulled each digit slowly out.

Next to Cody, to his right was Cole, who was perched on the edge of his seat watching a certain young lady swimming. His eyes were glazed over and a pink blush flushed his cheeks. Cody was sure it was Miranda who had caught his friend’s eye.

“Tina, I think Cole has fallen in love.” Cody whispered in her ear.

“Oh my god! Look at him. Hey Cole, who has stolen your heart?”

“Fuck off Tina.” an embarrassed Cole shouted.

“I think it’s Miranda.” Cody piped in, enjoying the teasing. Hearing her name, Cole’s pink tinge turned a deep red. Laughing and high-fiving, Cody and Tina celebrated on their correct assumption.

“You can both fuck off. Nothing has happened yet. She asked me out and I said yes. OMG! Just look at her. She is so beautiful.” he crooned.

“Yep, he has it bad.” Josh quietly added.

Clapping stopped them talking. The race was over, Miranda came third. Cole jumped up and down whistling at his hoped for, soon to be girlfriend.

Cody felt the hair on his neck stand on end. A buzz in the air made him look towards the pool, inhaling a deep breath at the sight of a nearly naked Drake. His heart rate skyrocketed, and his mouth dried up. Sweat broke out over his body. Cody’s dick began to harden again. Drake wore a pair of brief, black Speedos which showed off his golden tan. When Drake turned around to lay his towel on the floor by his block, Cody nearly bit his tongue. ‘How could I miss this?’ then he slapped himself lightly, ‘Duffer! Because I have never seen him naked yet.’

Drake had a full tattoo covering his back, arms, and legs. It was the Milky Way galaxy. On his back was the heart of the galaxy, the galactic bulge. His limbs had the four spiral arms surrounding the bulge. It was a beautiful array of colors, purples, blues, greens and reds. Stars shone brightly in silver ink. Random pictures were dotted through the galaxy design. Cody could make out an alarm clock, a cute cartoon bunny and a chocolate bar with a dagger stabbed through it. They intrigued Cody, his curiosity was piqued. The artwork covering his body was exquisite. Cody wanted to trace his fingers over it, to discover what else he would reveal hidden in the galaxy. Cody flicked his tongue out eager to run it over the hunk’s gorgeous, golden skin.

Drake was aloof, not interacting with the other swimmers, preferring to sit on his block with his sparkling blue eyes scanning the crowd. It didn’t escape Cody’s ogling eyes, that Drake was arranging his assets in his small briefs, they were way too short to hold those valuable chattels. When he spied Cody, he gave him the scarcest suggestion of a wink. Cody returned the gesture with a shy smile. Standing provocatively, Drake sensually stretched his body. His sexiness on display was causing a stir. Students were staring and drooling. Cody was throbbing, first Max’s sexy body and now Drake strutting his stuff.

‘BANG!’ The starting gun scared Cody shitless, and he fell off his seat which provoked laughter all around him. Quickly sitting up again, he managed to catch Drake diving into the pool. Another perfect dive, a graceful entry into the water. With bated breath, Cody waited for him to break the surface. At nearly 15 meters his head lifted out. Cody being a swimmer, knew the 15 meter mark was the cutoff point where all swimmers must surface or be disqualified. Obviously, Drake did a lot of swimming. His undulating body, dolphin kicks, and sweet ass, teasing the water as his hips raised and his head lowered.

Surreptitiously, Cody lifted his rucksack onto his lap to hide his raging hard on. Using the bag as a cover, he rubbed his hand over his shorts. Squeezing his swollen dick through the material, trying to ease the uncomfortable torture his dick was undergoing. He wanted his erection to go down, but the two professors had pushed him to his limit. Drake’s wet, inked back and powerful arms, with muscles flexing on each stroke, pushed Cody over the edge. Biting his lips to stem the moans wanting to break free, he came in his shorts. His hot spunk spread leaving a sticky, and incredibly embarrassing, damp patch. Luckily his rucksack hid the stain.

Thinking everybody knew his guilty secret, Cody slunk down in his seat wanting the ground to swallow him whole. It was a relief when the race was over. Not surprisingly, Drake won by quite a large margin. Drake eased himself out of the pool, shook himself, picked up his towel, adjusted his fully-grown manhood, and to the cheers of the crowd, bowed and walked around the pool with a casual gait. His big bulge had nowhere to hide in his tiny trunks. Hanging his towel around his neck to highlight his hunky physique, Drake took full advantage of the adulation from all the spectators. Knowing he was ogled enough by the entire crowd, he walked directly towards Cody. Drake slowed down as he neared his position, adjusting his briefs under the guise of pulling them down. ‘If he was not bothering to cover his body why the hell did he take the towel?’ If Cody hadn’t already cum, he would have blown then and there. Smiling slyly as if he knew Cody was hiding a wet patch, Drake slowly turned showing Cody his beautiful, inked body.

After a few more rounds, the competition was ended. Winners were announced and the trophies would be presented on the final day of the competition. Cody walked out of the hall wondering whether he would get a chance to meet any of his future husbands.

 

 

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On his way to the changing rooms, Cody felt someone walking behind him. Half scared, half assessing whether it was a creepy stalker, he strode ahead in the corridor. The changing room’s door was in front of him when he felt a strong grip on his elbows. With a strong heaving breath, he swung his leg through the air, and taking one complete swipe, he fell over the chest of the stalker. The familiar manly smell filled his nostrils. He knew he had found him. Blushing, he attempted to run away. But the strong arms encaging Cody round his waist, tugged him tight, and lifting him in the air, dragged Cody behind the lockers.

“Let me go… anyone can see us… Sir,” Cody screeched in his grip. But deep inside, he didn’t really want him to get off.

The old, notorious voice groaned into Cody’s ear, “I know you don’t want it. Tonight. I will let you see what you do want. Won’t you come?” Cody gasped a deep breath, and a giggle escaped his lips. Lowering his head, he nodded and feeling sharp teeth nibbling at his neck, Cody moaned hiding his face in the bare, hairy chest. “I saw your eyes were stuck here.” The husky owner of the voice guided Cody’s left hand up to his groin and helped Cody mashing his private assets, the fully-grown manhood, and tight balls, bigger than Cody’s palm. Cody moaned again and softly bit him on the chest. “Oops! You bite too,” and then the grip loosened.

Finding the best opportunity to run away, Cody escaped from his grip. He ran for a few meters and then, turning back, he saw him, Prof Maximus Wolfe, staring at him from the side of the locker. He was resting his head on his hands over the corner of the lockers. Loose fitted jeans hung low on his waist, a t-shirt tucked into his jeans, and dark-blue sports shoes with untied laces. A perfect bastard, but also a perfect heartthrob. Max gestured for the night call. Cody blew kisses affirming him.

Hearing the noise from the locker room. Cody knew the crowd would soon be around. He turned, blushing, and ran away.