Trent

Later the next day...

Your classes on Tuesdays did not end until late in the day, so when you arrived at swim practice, most of the team had already started.

There was a lane set aside for warming up. You dove in and started swimming laps. Something about swimming laps had always relaxed you; it was your own form of mediation. As you settled into a rhythm, your mind reflected on the day's events. You woke up with a raging hardon and vague memories of a dream about Greek underwear models. While not typically a morning person, you were full of energy. After a great run, shower, and breakfast, you headed to class.

Everything seemed brighter. Classes flew by, you managed to avoid any "pervert" encounters. For the first time in weeks, everything was going great. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice the kickboard until it connected with your head.

Trent was hanging on the lane ropes looking at you. He had another kickboard in hand and ready to throw.

"What is wrong with you, faggot? Dicks on the brain?"

Trent chuckled at his stupid insult.

"Get over here. Time for me to smoke your ass for the next hour. I got shit lined up for after practice, and I ain't waiting on you."

You ducked under the lane ropes and into Trent's lane. You got to the wall and turned to Trent.

"Smoke MY ass?"

You pushed off the wall and shot out at top speed. Trent followed immediately behind. The coach's instructions were for Trent to lead and you follow. You were to push him to set a fast pace. But fuck that. Let Trent stare at my ass for a few laps. You knew that you could not outpace Trent for long, but it felt good to piss him off.

You were several laps into the set, and, strangely, Trent still had not passed you. You reached the end of the first set and discovered that you were nearly half a lap ahead. Trent's face was red from exhaustion and anger when he finished.

"What are you doing?"

Trent backed you into the wall and reached over your shoulder. He pulled your head forward and placed his mouth next to your ear.

"Are you trying to show me up? You will never be top dog around here faggot. So cut the shit, be a good little bitch, and stay behind me."

Not today Trent.

"Looks like your ass got smoked. How did mine look from behind?"

You knew it was a mistake. But backing down hadn't been working out. Maybe it was time to stand up for yourself. Surprisingly Trent just patted the back of your head, ducked under the lane rope, and swam across several lanes to the ladder on the side of the pool.

What is he doing?

You ducked under the ropes and swam up behind Trent as he waited at the ladder. Trent called out to one of the coaches on the pool deck.

"Coach! Bathroom!"

You were looking at the coach as Trent climbed the ladder and kicked back with his left leg. His foot smashed into your face. As soon as it happened, you knew he broke your nose.

Damn! Watch it! Were you trying to stick your nose up my ass?!? Pervert!"

Trent strutted off toward the bathroom. One of the assistant coaches hurried over and helped you out of the pool. He gave you a small towel to hold over your bloody nose. You noticed a few of your "teammates" looking your way, and on the far side of the pool, you saw Jake high five another swimmer.

Really, Jake? You hate Trent as much as I do.

The assistant coach told you to head into the locker room and get cleaned up. In the locker room, you stood at the banks of sinks, looked in the mirror, and gently probed your nose. It hurt like hell. You could see Trent standing at the urinals behind you. He stood with his legs far apart, hands behind his head, and he swayed slightly side to side. Some of his piss splashed on the floor.

Man what fucking asshole. It was totally unfair that such a total douche had so much talent. He was an absolute monster in the water and, looking at the size of his cock, probably a beast in bed. Even soft, his cock looked big. Is there no justice?

Trent finished up, turned, and walked to the sink next to you.

"Princess, you need to be more careful out there. When you don't stay in your place, you get hurt. Oh, I got your nose."

Trent reached out to "honk" your nose. But you were faster and grabbed his arm. Time seemed to stop, and you heard a voice as if from far away.