Alas, I wasn't so richly rewarded for my failure. Actually, that's not entirely true. As I sat in the locker room, wheezing and quietly dying of shame, this cute n' beary guy who saw me being helped out of the pool offered to get me a soda to help me reconstitute. That same guy is my best friend to this day. He's straight but I don't hold it against him. ;-)
Come to think of it, there were a couple of hot guys that had to take the swim class with me. The post class shower in the locker room was always a good time to take a few peeks at hunky naked bods. This one particular guy was of Greek descent, husky and oh so perfectly hairy. He was also frustratingly flirtatious for someone who claimed to be straight. He was always grabbing my ass and sometimes reaching for my junk, usually once we were clothed. One time I cornered him in my dorm after he grabbed my ass and tried to kiss him but he wasn't having it. I wonder what he's up to these days...
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Come to think of it, there were a couple of hot guys that had to take the swim class with me. The post class shower in the locker room was always a good time to take a few peeks at hunky naked bods. This one particular guy was of Greek descent, husky and oh so perfectly hairy. He was also frustratingly flirtatious for someone who claimed to be straight. He was always grabbing my ass and sometimes reaching for my junk, usually once we were clothed. One time I cornered him in my dorm after he grabbed my ass and tried to kiss him but he wasn't having it. I wonder what he's up to these days...