The Master Swim Team Vol. 02 Ch. 03

Chapter Three: Parents Weekend

There is something particularly alluring about observing the male behind through the slacks of a suit. The wool, stretched thin and flat across the skin, adhering to the curves beneath its surface; the faint yet somehow vivid outline of briefs cupping each cheek within their grasp; the crevice that begins to form along the seam, offering but a glimpse into the wonders held within. And, on those rare occasions, when one finds themselves with a stroke of luck to gaze upon such a man, stooped over enough to reveal his package--a lost treasure dangling within arm's reach--it takes everything within one's power not to reach out and grab it.

"What an ass!" a voice said.

"Yeah..." Dennis sighed, his mouth starting to gape as he looked on at the derriere.

"Dennis?" the voice asked.

Dennis shook his head and turned toward his roommate. Miguel was a short, scrawny kid whose major difference in body from Dennis was that he lacked the muscles that came along with swimming. Never having been one for any sport, Miguel was nothing more than skin and bone, lacking much definition at all. His skin and eyes were brown and his hair jet-black, and the round glasses he wore always seemed to be at risk of sliding right off his slender nose.

"What?" Dennis asked. He picked up his sandwich and took a bite, returning his gaze to the ass in the distance. Professor Wassermann stood back up, fixing his jacket on the way. After brushing it off, he tossed a napkin into the trashcan. Dennis turned back to his friend, who was still staring at him with his big, brown eyes.

"You were doing that thing again."

"What thing?"

"The one where you zone out of a conversation entirely," Miguel replied, as if it always happened.

"I... I..." Dennis started to protest, but he didn't have much of a defense.

"Mi abuela says you're stretching yourself too thin," Miguel interjected, pushing his glasses back into place.

"You told your abuela about my focus?" Dennis asked. Miguel's abuela was a perfectly nice woman, but that didn't mean Dennis wanted her knowing every little detail about his day.

"Of course, I tell abuela everything."

Dennis brushed him off. "You're twenty-one-years-old and you still tell your abuela everything?"

"You don't?" he asked, as if the notion were crazy.

"No," Dennis replied. "My abuela is dead."

Miguel froze. "Oh."

"It's fine. It's been almost ten years. I'm sorry I did 'the thing.' What were you saying earlier?"

"I said, 'What an ass!'" Miguel repeated. "I can't believe Wassermann would assign you ten pages right before Fall Break. In accounting! How do you even write ten pages on accounting?"

He shrugged. "Hell if I know. I'll figure something out. I always do..."

The amazing ass aside, it was kind of a dick move for Wassermann to assign the paper. Fall Break was really only two days plus the weekend, and the university always scheduled a Parent's Weekend and Alumni Reunion at the same time. Between his parents visiting and his regular assignments and his responsibilities on the swim team, Dennis wasn't sure when he'd have time to write the paper.

"What time do your parents get here?"

Dennis looked up at the large clock hanging in the student center. It was almost a quarter past two. "It should be any minute now. I'm supposed to meet them in the quad."

"You had better go then," Miguel told him. Then, looking down at Dennis's half-eaten sandwich, he asked, "Are you going to finish that?"

Dennis took one last big bite of his sandwich and shoved the tray in his friend's direction. "I don't know where you put it all," he replied, referencing Miguel's tendency to eat large quantities of food that couldn't possibly fit in his smaller frame. "I'll see you later."

He stood up and turned, bumping right into Emily.

"Are you leaving?" she asked. The tray in her hands told him she was just on her way to join them for lunch.

"I have to meet my parents," he said.

"Oh... all right." She seemed a little disappointed. "We keep missing each other. Are we still on for dinner on The Strand tonight?"

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it," he told her. The clock chimed, echoing throughout the wooden hall. "I've got to go," he said, turning to rush out. "I'll see you there!"

* * * * *

"Can you believe it's already been thirty-five years?" Mary gasped to her husband, as they took their nametags and reunion packets from the volunteer. "Where has the time gone?"

Bill often wondered that himself.

"Where did you go to school, John?" she asked, stepping off to one side to allow other families to pass through the archway to campus.

Knowing Dennis would appreciate having someone other than his parents visiting, Bill had convinced Mary to let John come along. It hadn't been hard to do; in fact, Mary was quite taken by the idea. For his part, he still was a little uncertain about the relationship between the old man and his son, but he was done standing in the way. Whatever happened to the two was up to them. If nothing else, John's presence would give Dennis something to do while he and Mary attended the alumni reception that evening.

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't?" John replied.

"You never went to college?" Mary asked, surprised.

Bill gave him a look. He hadn't known that.

"Nope," John said. "There was no need. My old man co-owned The Bay City Times. You know, the offices over on Fifth and Market?"

"That old tower next to the Warehouse District?" Bill asked.

"That's the one. Practically grew up there. After graduating high school, I went right into the family business. The plan was always for me to take over the paper one day, but when Dad finally passed, the industry wasn't in the same shape as it had been back in the day. I sold my interest in the company to his partner and--"

"--made enough money to retire," Bill finished.

"I've lived a comfortable life," John conceded. "I always did prefer the life outside of the city anyway."

Mary smiled at him. "That's wonderful. It's a shame you don't have anyone to share it with."

"Mary!" Bill cried.

"What?" she shrugged. "He's a good-looking guy. I'm sure he'd make a woman very happy."

"Mary!" Bill said again, this time a little more sternly.

John couldn't help but grin. "It's okay, Bill. She's right. I could make a woman very happy," he said, giving Mary a wink; the look on Bill's face alone was worth the gesture. "Yes, Mary, it is a shame that Jane can't be here as we planned, but there are a lot of special people in my life." Dennis walked through one of the arches at the end of the quad. A smile grew on John's face as he saw the young man again for the first time in what felt like forever. "It's always good to be reminded of that," he added.

It had been almost six weeks since they had seen each other. Six long weeks. Dennis knew he had missed the old man, but it wasn't until he saw him in the quad, standing there next to his parents, waiting unexpectedly for his arrival--that sheepish grin on his face--that he realized how much the man's absence had been gnawing at him.

He wanted to run over to him, to jump into his arms and plant a kiss on him right there in the quad. But with all of the parents and students around, especially his own parents, he knew it was best if he just walked and tried his best to contain his excitement.

"It's good to see you, Mom," he said, giving Mary a hug.

He did the same for his dad. Before everything that had happened the past summer, a handshake and a grunt would've been all he got from Bill; but, somewhere along the way, they had reached an understanding. Now, Bill hugged him back, and he meant it when he said, "I've missed you, son."

"What about me, kid?" John asked. "Do I get some love?"

"Of course," he replied, stepping away from his father and falling into John's warm embrace. Those burly arms wrapped around him as he was pulled tight against John's protruding belly. Suddenly, the long weeks without each other vanished, and it was like no time had passed since John had held him that day on the train platform. Dennis took a deep breath and breathed in John's scent, which wafted through his body and made him weak in the knees.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, stepping an appropriate distance away from the old man so as not to raise any suspicions from his mother. He had only expected his parents to be visiting.

"Your father thought it would be nice for you to have some company while we take care of our activities," Mary offered.

Dennis looked at his father; Bill gave him a subtle nod. "Thanks, Dad."

"Which," Mary added, "we're running late for. We're supposed to be at the business school in five minutes. We'll never make it there in time. What are you two going to do?"

John and Dennis turned toward one another and did their best to hide their grins. "We'll think of something," John replied. "You two go have fun. I'll take care of the kid for you."

"Thank you, John," Mary said; then, in a tone only a mother could muster, she added, "What would we do without you?"

"I am in college, Mom. I can occupy my own time."

Ignoring her son's comment, Mary tugged at Bill's sleeve. "Let's go or we'll be late. We'll see you two later." She turned and headed up the path that Dennis had come down.

Bill took a step and hesitated, watching as his son and John looked at each other, beyond ecstatic to be in the other's presence once more. They were so lost in each other, it was as if he wasn't standing there anymore. He sighed and turned to follow his wife.

"You look good, kid," John said. "I hope you don't mind that I tagged along."

"Not at all," Dennis replied, smiling at the old man.

"I know my being here is a bit of a surprise, so it's okay if you've got other plans--"

Dennis cut him off. "I don't," he insisted, the accounting paper and Wassermann's ass drifting from his mind like leaves on a blustery fall day.

"Good," John said through a smile. He looked around. "It looks like a nice campus. How about a tour?"

"Sure. I know just the place to start."

* * * * *

Dennis pushed his way into the restroom on the third floor of Duncker Hall, John following close behind him. Before the door had even shut, he turned and threw himself at John. The old man caught him and the two locked lips. John squeezed Dennis tightly, holding him firmly against his body as his tongue wormed its way into Dennis's mouth. Stepping forward, he pressed the young man against the door of the stall, and they fell right through until they hit the back wall. John reached back and locked the stall behind him.

"A bathroom?" he muttered as their tongues got reacquainted. "Don't you have a dorm we could use?"

Dennis pulled away. "Miguel is there. He always takes a nap right after lunch. Didn't you meet my dad in a bathroom?"

"He told you that, did he?" John said, as he forced himself back on Dennis. He hoisted the swimmer effortlessly up in the air and held him pinned against the wall as they continued kissing.

"He said you sucked him dry," Dennis gasped between kisses. "Are you going to suck me dry?"

John put Dennis down. "This competition you have with your dad is weird, you know that, right?"

Dennis grinned, a sly look in his eye. "You enjoy it."

"You're not wrong about that," John replied, as he slid down on his knees. He pulled Dennis's cock out from his khaki shorts and took the already-stiff rod in his mouth. Feeling the young man's shaft inside him again somehow made the wait worth it. The smooth head, the six-and-a-half inches of pulsing meat, the sweet taste of pre-cum oozing from the tip--it was every bit the way he remembered it. He devoured it, sliding up and down the cock, tracing its length with his tongue and lubricating it with his saliva.

Dennis rolled his head back against the wall and placed his hands on the back of John's head. A soft moan escaped him, and his stomach tightened.

John reached around and grabbed Dennis's ass cheeks, gripping the hairless bubble butt and prodding its opening with his middle finger. He pulled the boy closer, sucking his cock deeper down his throat before spitting it out and doing it all again.

Just as he was finding his rhythm, the door creaked, and someone entered the restroom. Dennis's hands tightened on the back of John's head, urging him to stop. John slowed his sucking but continued. The other man took the stall next to them, and they could hear the turning of the lock and the lowering of the toilet seat.

Dennis shook John's head. When the old man looked up, Dennis motioned for him to stop, as he quietly stifled a moan. If John kept it up, they would certainly be discovered. John smiled to the best of his ability with a cock sticking out of his mouth and ignored the boy.

He looked over at the divider between the stalls and saw the man's left foot. It slowly raised and lowered twice.

"Well, that's interesting," John whispered, the cock falling out his mouth as he looked from the foot to Dennis.

"Let's go," Dennis whispered back.

"You don't want to see who it is?" John replied, not exactly in the same whispered tone as Dennis.

"Not in the slightest. Let's get out of here." He crammed his hard dick back in his pants, zipped up, and made for the door.

* * * * *

"You took me to the cruising bathroom?" John asked as they entered Dennis's dorm room.

Dennis rushed over to Miguel's bed and pulled back the covers, making sure his roommate wasn't still there. He then poked his head into the bathroom that they shared with the suite next door. It was also empty.

"It was the only place I knew we could get some privacy."

"How often do you go there?" John asked inquisitively, raising one eyebrow over the other.

"That was the first time," Dennis replied. With the coast clear, he moved into kiss John again.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I really haven't done anything since I've been back here, except for the trainer the one time."

"Ralf?"

"Yeah," he said, going for that kiss again. His efforts pushed John into a seated position on the bed, which soon led to the old man lying on his back as Dennis climbed atop him, their tongues getting reacquainted for the second time that day. John reached down and grabbed Dennis's hard cock through his pants and slowly began stroking it. In-between kisses, Dennis added, "You and my dad have probably gotten way more than I have since I left, so you don't need to worry."

John pulled back and rolled Dennis off of him. He sat up. Looking at Dennis, he said, "Dennis, I'm not worried about that. I told you before you left, you have to live your life. Exploring your sexuality is one of the many joys of being your age. I wouldn't take that from you."

"I know," Dennis said.

"Besides," John added, "your dad and I... we decided to end things--"

"You did what?" Dennis interjected. "Why?"

Because I love you, John thought. "Well, you see, Dennis... it's just... well..." He stopped. Somehow, knowing that he loved Dennis for the last six weeks hadn't prepared him for actually telling the young man about it. He could've told him every time they were on the phone together, but he always told himself that wasn't the right way to do it the first time. No, the first time had to be in person. But now, in the moment, he was too nervous to say it. Cool, quick-witted, macho John was being defeated by a few words.

"Are you all right?" Dennis asked. "You look like you're going to be sick."

"I'm fine," John assured him. Do it, a voice inside him said. "Look, Dennis, I lo--"

The lock clicked and the door opened. In walked Miguel.

Dennis stood up, glad they hadn't been doing what moments ago he'd hoped they would've been doing. "Miguel," he said quickly. "I thought you'd be in class."

Miguel walked in, oblivious to anything that had just been happening. "Burns cancelled class because of Parents Weekend. Told us all to enjoy our time with our families." He dropped his bookbag at his desk and then turned to John.

Dennis panicked. He hadn't ever expected his friends to meet John. "Miguel... this is John. He was on the swim team with me this summer."

"Ah, the old man league," Miguel said, extending his hand. "I'm Miguel."

John took the hand. "I'm the old man."

"A pleasure," Miguel replied. Turning to Dennis, he asked, "Do you guys want to get some food?"

"We just ate not even two hours ago," Dennis said.

John stood up. "We were actually about to go into the city, would you care to join us?"

Dennis shot John a look. The city? he said with his eyes. And why was he inviting Miguel to come along? His eyes darted from John to Miguel, hoping his roommate would say no.

"Thanks for the invite, John, but I've got a long night of farming ahead of me."

John turned to Dennis totally oblivious to what that meant.

"He means Stardew Valley. It's a videogame."

John opened his mouth and let out an enthused, "Ah." He never understood the appeal of such things. "I guess it's just us then, kid. Ready?"

Dennis had no clue where they were going or what they were doing, but he wanted nothing more than to take John and get him out of that room. As soon as the door shut behind them, Miguel safely out of earshot on the other side, Dennis asked, "What was that? Why are we going to the city, and why did you ask him along?"

"You didn't tell me your roommate was such a cutie. You've been holding out on me."

Dennis glared at him. "Nope. I was fine with you sleeping with my dad," he said, completely aware of how bizarre it was that he not only said those words but was somehow not bothered by the fact that he said those words. "But my mom and my best friend are off limits to you."

"What about your sister?"

"Not a chance," Dennis said, not seeing the humor in John's joke. "I don't know what happened between you and my dad, but--"

"Nothing happened between us," John said. "Your dad simply decided it wasn't fair to you if we screwed around while you were away. He broke things off with me for you."

"Why would he do that?"

"Because he's a father that loves his son, and he wants you to be happy."

This stopped Dennis in his tracks. His dad had given up his own happiness so that he could be happy. The very same dad who, upon seeing him with John for the first time, had forbidden him from seeing the old man again. The one who Dennis could see longed for nothing more than to be together with John again.

John placed his hand on Dennis's shoulder. "He's not all bad, you know."

"I... I know," Dennis replied.

John nodded his head toward the door. "Come on, let's get going."

"Where are we going?" Dennis asked again.

"You'll see..."

* * * * *

It was late afternoon by the time they stepped off of the Bay City Metro Transit Bus in the heart of the city. Dennis hadn't been to this part of the city before; the university was only a couple blocks up from the beach, and there was enough entertainment within a mile radius of campus that there had never been a need.

"Where are we going?" Dennis asked again, as he looked around and saw nothing that stood out to him that could possibly be their destination.

"You'll see in three... two... one..." John stopped in front of a nondescript brick building sandwiched between a half-dozen other similar buildings.

Dennis looked up and down, then fixated on the brown door. "What am I looking at?"

"Privacy," John replied, and he opened the door and entered.

The room inside the door was small, the walls painted a dull gray that was void of any furnishings. There was a door on the left, one directly ahead, and on the right was a window with a little counter. John stepped up to the counter and was greeted by an older gentleman with short, thinning hair.

"What can I do for you?" the man asked in a British accent.