David has survived another night. But his first thought on Thursday morning was how was he going to get out of bed without Tom seeing that he wasn't wearing anything. Tom was up already and sitting at this desk working on something. David was thinking that, if he stayed in bed long enough, Tom might go to the bathroom down the hall to shower or whatever and then he would have a chance to grab some underwear out of his drawer or laundry basket. His clothes were across the room and his laundry basket was in the closet. There was no way that he could quietly get out of bed and get something on before Tom knew that he was up. It was odd in a way. David and Tom saw each other nude all the time in the showers, locker room and even dressing and undressing here in the dorm. But David wasn't sure how to explain why he had come home last night not wearing any underwear or whether Tom would even make the connection this morning.
David looked at the clock and realized that he didn't have any time left to wait Tom out. So, he sat up and got out of bed. Tom gave him a quick glance and then looked at him full-on. Tom looked puzzled. Both of them slept in their underpants always. At least if they didn't have a girl in bed with them. Tom half-turned and asked, "Did I miss something last night? Did Sharon come over and I didn't hear her?"
David replied, "No, but I'm staying at her house this weekend so you can have the room, if you need it." He knew exactly what Tom was really asking, as in "Why the heck are you sleeping nude if you didn't have a girl over?". But David wasn't going to explain what really happened and certainly wasn't going to say more than he had to. His mention of spending the weekend at Sharon's house had distracted Tom, though, from why he was nude getting out of bed. Tom was already thinking that he could have Susan in their room two nights in a row. If he had thought any more abut David's nudity, he probably would have thought that David had taken his underwear off to jerk off last night and that his briefs were somewhere under the covers.
Tom got up and said, "That's great news. Thanks! I need a shower and then to class." David replied, "Yeah, I need a shower too. Might wake me up. I slept lousy last night." David went to his laundry basket and pulled out the pair of briefs that he had worn yesterday. Which Tom noticed but didn't comment. They walked down to the showers.
Sharon and David met for lunch again. Upon being pressed by Sharon, David admitted that he wasn't sleeping well. "Oh, I can't imagine what would be keeping you so rev'ved up," Sharon teased. Then she admitted that she hadn't been sleeping great either. David kept hoping that Sharon would want to quit their deal early, but she didn't suggest that. Instead, Sharon said, "Maybe you should exercise more. Isn't that what your high school coaches thought would take all of your minds off sex?" David replied, "Oh, they worked us hard alright but I don't think it took anyone's mind off sex."
"Well, then, go to the gym this afternoon, why don't you?, suggested Sharon, "Aren't you nearly done with your paper?"
David replied, "Yeah, nearly. How's your project?". "I'm nearly done too," Sharon said, "I might stop by the gym to watch you boys play basketball again."
"No basketball today. I'm planning to swim laps with Tom and another guy from the dorm. Tom has been on me to swim laps instead of running in the gym," David said.
"Oh? What time will be you be doing that?", Sharon asked.
"Around 4:30. Why? Watching me swim laps is a lot more boring than watching me play basketball," said David.
"There are other things to watch, though," Sharon shot back, "I'll see you over there around 4:30 and then we can plan our evening, if you are up to it after swimming."
David thought that sounded cryptic and exciting. The last two nights at the library had been enough to give him a heart attack. He wondered if there would be another night in the library tonight. Sharon waved as she walked off to her next class. David had a class in 30 minutes so he read his paper over again.
After his last class that afternoon, David walked over to the gym early. He had remembered that he needed to buy a swimsuit. Tom was right. The gym store had speedos. Basic colors. He bought a navy blue one, thinking that it looked briefer than the old suits that he wore on the high school team. He hadn't bought a racing suit in several years so he wasn't current on what was available now. He took it into the locker room and rinsed it out in the sink. An old habit. It was not like anyone had tried this suit on in the gym store and not bought it. Still, it seemed more hygienic to give it a rinse before putting it on. He hadn't been in the gym pool before and realized that there was a separate entrance to the pool directly from the locker room. He hadn't changed yet. He wanted to take a look at the pool before Tom and Sam arrived. It was nicer than his old high school pool. There was a sign by the exit from the locker room into the pool area that said, "All swimmers must shower before entering the pool." That was not unlike the rule when he swam competitively. He turned around and saw that there were several shower nozzles on the wall behind him that must be for swimmers only.
David went back into the locker room and found his usual locker was available. He hadn't brought his gym bag because he didn't need anything but this new speedo. He stripped down and pulled on the new suit. He had been right. It was smaller than his old racing suits had been. Not terrible but his first thought was, "Sharon is going to like this" followed by "Oh, this is why Sharon wanted to come watch in the first place." He had barely gotten the new suit on when Sam and Tom walked in. "Hey, David, great! You made it! Your paper must be done," said Tom.
"Not quite, but I'm really close. So figured that I have time to swim a few laps with you guys," David replied.
Sam said, "Terrific. You are going to like this better than running laps" as he stripped down and put on his speedo. David noticed immediately that Sam's suit was even less modest than his new one. "Must have shrunk from being washed too much," he thought. Tom had also stripped down and put on his suit, which was also slightly less modest than the one David was now wearing. David glanced down at his crotch to see if he needed to adjust himself but remembered that it hardly mattered which way it pointed. His dick was always going to be obvious in a speedo. Pointed up was no worse than down. When he had started swimming competitively in junior high, the old joke had been that the club team speedos let everyone know what your religion was. David hadn't gotten that joke at all until health class in 8th grade when the teacher discussed circumcision and said that it had originated as a religious practice with Jewish people. David wasn't Jewish and every boy that he had ever seen nude was circumcised so he still didn't get the joke. He had thought, "If everyone was circumcised, how could anyone tell someone's religion that way?"
The three went to the pool showers and rinsed off under the shower heads on deck. Then Tom led the way to the lap lanes on the far side. There were six lap lanes and already guys swimming in two of them. They eased their way into the water instead of diving in. Sam said, "David, you don't need my help but if you want to swim a lap down and back, I'll check your form first." That was actually helpful as David was nervous that he was going to have terrible form if he just started swimming laps next to Tom's and Sam's lanes. So, he swam a lap down and back, using a standard breaststroke. When he surfaced back at the end, Sam said, "That looked really good. See, you haven't forgotten your breaststroke at all. Nice job." David replied, "Thanks, I wasn't sure that I would be any good after three years." "You looked fine, I thought," said Tom.
They started swimming laps. It was clear that Sam was a superior swimmer. His strokes were even and he propelled himself through the water with hardly any effort. Tom was also much better than David but David knew that Tom had been swimming laps since the beginning of college too. David swam about 20 laps and then took a breather at the end of his lane. Sam and Tom finished their current laps and joined David still standing in the water. Then Tom noticed that Sharon was sitting on the bleachers just behind them. David hadn't seen her come in. Tom waved at her, which made David turn. He wasn't surprised as she had said that she would stop by. She came over to the edge of the pool and was introduced to Sam. All three of the boys pulled themselves out of the pool and sat on the edge so that Sharon didn't have to lean over. She told them that she didn't mean to interrupt and they should continue to swim laps. Tom proposed a race. 10 down and back laps. David knew for certain that he would lose any race with these two accomplished swimmers but he didn't want to wimp out on the challenge. They asked Sharon to announce their start. Tom, David, and Sam lined up facing their respective lanes, bent over, and waited for Sharon to shout "Go!" She was standing behind them and there was silence for a few seconds. Enough that David turned around to see why she was waiting. The second that he turned around, she yelled, "Go!" and Tom and Sam immediately launched themselves out into their lanes. David recovered quickly though and launched himself too. He was right about Tom's and Sam's superior skills. They made the first turn at the other end of their lanes before David was 3/4 of the way there. David did a little better with his second turn and was only 15 feet behind Tom by the third turn. Five minutes later and the outcome was no surprise. Sam came in first, Tom second, and David a close third. Sam was gracious enough to say, "Pretty good for somebody who hasn't swum competitively since high school. Spend a some time doing this instead of running laps and you will definitely beat Tom." "Hey!," Tom said, "I'm not that bad."
David felt decent about how he had done. They individually swam another 10 laps before David decided that he had had enough for one day. Tom and Sam wanted to swim for a few more minutes. David was more than curious about what Sharon had in mind. So he dried off with one of the gym's towels and went over and sat with her on the bleachers to catch his breath. Sharon took his hand and pulled his closer. She whispered in his ear, "Say, I like the look of you in a speedo. You may not be the fastest swimmer here but you have the cutest butt. And I like what I'm seeing in the front of your suit too." David blushed and hoped that Tom and Sam kept swimming. He was worried about getting hard in his suit. If he did, there would be nothing keeping the guys from seeing his boner.
Sharon broke the silence. "Go get your shower and dressed. You are probably hungry. Get something to eat?"
"Definitely," David replied, "I'm starving after that".
By this time, Tom and Sam had gotten out of the pool. They were done. Sharon told David, "I'll meet you out front" and gave him an unexpected hard smack on his wet butt as he got up to go. Tom and Sam saw the smack but didn't say anything. They looked at each other like, "did you see that?" and then followed David into the lockerroom. David had a problem. Sharon's hard smack on his butt had gotten him hard. He was walking in front of Tom and Sam to the showers, praying that his boner would go down before they saw it.
The three of them went straight into the showers in their suits. David kept turned away from them as he rinsed out his hair but knew that he needed to rinse the chlorine out of his new suit under the shower head soon. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tom and Sam stripped off their speedos and begin rinsing them out. He had no option but to strip off his suit too and begin rinsing the chlorine out. His boner was at half-mast but it was still pointed out enough that he was embarrassed. He had no choice but to face the shower head directly. Otherwise, it would look like he was trying to hide something. Which he was. He turned the water to cold and hoped that a few seconds of that would solve his problem. Tom was at the shower head next to him and saw what David was trying to hide as Tom turned to rinse off his back. Tom was thinking, "Well, I would have a boner too if Susan was here and gave me a smack on the butt". But Tom also remembered that David had slept in their room for the last four nights. Unless David was getting some action with Sharon other than at night, he was probably horny as hell. Tom had the same issue but his girlfriend hadn't shown up to watch them swim either. Sam hadn't seen a thing.
They finished showering and went back to the lockers to get dressed. David wasn't sure what to do with his wet suit, though. Sam said that there was a ringer out by the pool that squeezed most of the water out but it was hard on the fabric in the suits too. Sam suggested getting one of the plastic bags for wet swimsuits and taking his suit back to the dorm to air-dry in the room. David recalled that Tom dried his speedo that way too. Since David was meeting Sharon to get something to eat, Tom offered to take David's suit back to the room and hang it up with his own.
David met Sharon outside. She was sitting on a brick ledge just outside the main entrance to the gym. She gave him a broad, sexy smile as he walked up. He smiled back, although he was wondering if her smile meant something other than the usual "glad to see you". They walked over to his dorm cafeteria and got their food. They found small table in a quieter corner of the cafeteria and sat down. Sharon said, "I liked watching you guys swim. Although maybe it was just what you were wearing that turned me on. You may be shy otherwise but it takes a bold guy to wear something that small in public." David replied, "It took some getting use to in high school. If I wanted to swim on the team that was the uniform. I actually started in junior high and even there it was embarrassing the first few times to have girls around during our practices and swim meets. Probably the only sport where the boys wear a lot less than the girls."
Sharon asked, "Did you ever get a boner in your speedo during a practice or swim meet?"
"That was the big fear for us boys. But, yes. It happened. Not just me, of course," he answered.
"Sure, silly, it was puberty. I read that boys get hard during puberty even when nothing sexy is happening. True?", she said.
"True. It doesn't take much, I guess," David replied. He was embarrassed to be talking about puberty boners with Sharon. She was just so much more forward about sex and stuff like that than he was.
"Did you get a boner tonight being in a speedo for the first time in years?" Sharon asked.
"Uh, after you slapped me on the butt, definitely," he said. At the same time, he was surprised that he admitted it but he thought that Sharon could probably tell if he was lying.
Then Sharon said, "Did Sam and Tom see it in the locker room?"
"I don't think so but I'm not sure. It took cold water to get rid of it in the shower. They were right next to me but I'm hoping that they didn't notice," David added.
"Why would you care? It's normal. And besides they had to be jealous that your girlfriend showed up to watch you. Do you think they saw me give you a love smack on your butt?", she asked.
"That was a love smack? It was a pretty good swat. I'm surprised that it didn't leave a mark on my butt. And, yes, I care if they saw my boner, David replied.
"Oh, that reminds me. Are you wearing underwear?, Sharon asked, with a smile. "Yes," David answered, "Why wouldn't I?"
"Well, last night I sent you home without any so I was thinking that you might have skipped wearing undies today," she countered.
"Um, I never thought about it," David stammered, not sure if Sharon was trying to tell him something or not.
Sharon quickly changed the subject. "Are you done with your paper? I still have to check a couple of things at the library tonight. Want to come?, she asked.
David replied, "Almost done. I'll read it again tonight and then again in the morning. I have to turn it in on Friday afternoon. I have some homework in a couple of classes for tomorrow, though. I could stop by the library in a couple of hours maybe." David was trying to sound casual about meeting Sharon in the library, considering what had happened the last two nights there. Inside, he was anything but calm about the possibility of meeting her at her cubicle.
"Great!," she said, "I see you at 8:30 sharp, then?" "Okay, yeah, definitely," David answered. "Oh, and while I like seeing you in your cute underwear too, don't have anything on under your jeans when you come tonight, okay?, Sharon said, as she got up to leave the cafeteria. David had a lump in his throat and just nodded. "Okay?," she said again. "Okay," he replied.
David went back to his room but could barely concentrate on reading his paper again and then doing his homework for tomorrow. He was lucky in that the homework was easy. A few problems to be worked out in one class and a few short chapters to be read for psychology. He also looked back over his psychology reading notes for this week as that Friday quiz was just as likely as not. He found his mind wandering, though. Tom wasn't in the room yet. Probably too early. David thought that if he was really going to head over to the library without any underwear on, he probably needed to get them off now. Just in case Tom showed up. He kicked his sneakers off and pulled his jeans down and off as well. Then he quickly pulled his briefs down and off and stuck them under the covers of his bed. He was thinking ahead to tomorrow morning and being able to get back into his underwear without having to repeat what happened this morning in front of Tom. He still felt ridiculous worrying about Tom seeing him getting out of bed nude this morning. What difference did it make? Some guys slept nude all the time. After putting his jeans and sneakers back on, David was back to the same feeling that he had last night. Jeans were weren't that comfortable without underwear on. And for some weird reason, the rubbing of his penis against the inside of his jeans was kind of exciting. He felt his dick getting stimulated although not yet a real erection. Walking made it worse. So he sat back down in his desk chair and looked at what he needed to get done.
David finished his last homework of the evening and thought through his other classes. Was he missing anything that he needed to do? It was just 8:20 p.m. Almost time to go to the library and meet Sharon. The library wasn't far but he thought that the walk might get him hard from the friction of his jeans. A few minutes later, he set out for the library after stopping at the bathroom down the hall. It was certainly less difficult to pee when all he had to do was unzip and not have to pull down the front of any briefs.