Head to class and then swim practice

You arrived at your evening class a bit early and struck up a conversation with a few other students. As you talked, a crowd gathered around you. You lost track of time, and before you knew it, it was time for class to start. You got up to move to your usual seat, but the girl you had been sitting with grabbed you.

"Sit your ass back down. You are my favorite new person of the day, and you aren't going nowhere.

Class was rough; today's lecture, red/black trees, was difficult to follow; but you did your best. After class, your new friend wrote her number on the back of your notebook.

"I already have a boyfriend, but I have the perfect girl for you."

You smiled.

"I also have the perfect guy for you. Any preference?"

"Can I sample both and get back to you?"

She laughed, stroked your arm, and promised to be in contact. You headed to swim practice. You started later than most of the team, so the locker room was empty when you arrived. You were changing into your Speedo when a group of upperclassmen entered the lockerroom from the pool; Dominic, Vadim, the Jessie twins, and Slam. His name wasn't really Slam, but you only knew him by his nickname. They walked past you as if you weren't there, except Vadim, he nodded his head in recognition.

Maybe an opening.

"Great job breaking that record last week, Vadim. I don't think the 200m record is safe from you either."

At the duel meet last week, Vadim set a new pool record in the 100m breaststroke. Vadim didn't usually swim the 100m, so his pool record was a significant accomplishment. The group stopped walking and turned to see how Vadim would respond. Vadim turned to you and put his leg up on the bench. Since you were seated, his package was right at eye level. You chuckled quietly.

Vadim never misses an opportunity to show off his huge cock.

"Thanks, dude. As soon as Coach moves me back into 200m, I will take that record too. When are you going to step out of Trent's shadow?"

"Right now, the only shadow I am in is the one cast by your dick."

The group burst out laughing.

"Your python is the real pool record."

Vadim smiled. He wore a ridiculously small Speedo to draw attention to his cock, and the best way to win over Vadim was to draw attention to it.

"You are a funny kid. I like you; I think we'll keep you around a bit longer."

He pulled you up off the bench into a hug. He leaned in close, squeezed your shoulder (it hurt), and whispered.

"Tell your bitch roommate that if he keeps talking trash about me to Coach, I will fuck him up."

Jake has been spreading rumors about Vadim? Interesting information.

"He has been talking shit about me too. I got your back when you decide to shut him up, not that you need it."

Vadim stepped back and looked you up and down.

"Yeah. You're a keeper. We'll be in touch."

You walked out to the pool, swam your warm-up laps, and joined Trent for the last hour of practice. {if trentProgress ==0} You hated practicing with Trent, but it was part of being an alternate on the team. Typically you struggled to keep up with Trent, but this evening, it was easy. You were on Trent's heels, and you weren't even pushing yourself. Just to fuck with Trent, you yanked down his Speedo during one lap. When you both reached the wall, you stopped to apologize.

"Sorry, man, I couldn't resist. I know it was a..."

So quickly that you didn't have time to react, Trent grabbed your head and slammed it into the pool wall. He hissed at you.

"Fuck you bitch! You don't ever touch me!"

Trent climbed out of the pool and walked to the locker rooms. You didn't lose consciousness, but you felt nauseous. No one seemed to notice what happened, or at least no one did anything about it. You waited until your head stopped spinning and then climbed out of the pool and told one of the assistant coaches you weren't feeling well. You sat on a poolside bench until Trent returned from the lockers. Then you left the pool, changed clothes, and headed home.{else} This strange encounter with Mateo and Jake had you feeling out of sorts. You just didn't feel up to dealing with Trent right now. You told asst. Coach Joel, you weren't feeling good and left practice early.{endif}