Jac

Chapter 1 - Jack

The buzz of my phone alarm slowly pulled me out of my groggy sleep. It was a long night, but we had fun dancing at Charlie's. The dance floor was a little bare since school doesn't start until next week and the new class of gays hadn't moved in yet, but it gave me time to catch up with Adam and Thomas, who I had barely seen over the summer. Thomas was finishing up his summer internship with Equality Arizona, and he had just gotten back from Flagstaff where they were holding some HRC event. Adam was finally back from his home in Chicago. It was great to have them back, I was tired of depending on Grindr for a social life.

I reached up and grabbed my phone, 8:30 am. Jesus what was I thinking, this was too damn early. But the pool was calling my name and I couldn't stay in my bed forever. With all the willpower I could muster, I threw back the sheets and sat up in bed. I made my way to my closet, got dressed in some workout pants and an old tank, grabbed swim gear and a change of clothes and headed to the kitchen to grab a granola bar and a water bottle. I didn't want to eat too much before getting in the pool but still needed some energy and hydration to get over last night.

My roommate Kim was asleep on the couch, with Netflix asking her if she's still watching Parks and Rec on the TV screen. I had seen this scene a million times - she comes home drunk at 3 or 4 am from some frat party, either full of pride that she said no to some fraternity douchebag or feeling ugly because she didn't get laid. So she decides it's a good idea to watch some TV, and just one episode, then face-plants into the couch, lights out.. I grabbed an extra bottle of water and granola bar and placed it by her hand which dangled off the couch to the floor. After turning off the TV, closing the blinds and grabbing my gear, I went to the garage and mounted my scooter.

Yes, it was super gay, but I loved my little scooter. Wine Red. Metallic. Matching helmet. But in Arizona, there really was no better way to get around. The sun was always shining, you didn't have to worry about sitting in a hot car, and there was nothing like turning heads when pulling up to the club and parking right out front. Or, more importantly saving $500 a year on a parking permit on campus. Yes, it was super gay, and yes, I loved it.

With little fanfare (where the hell is the paparazzi?), I pulled into the parking deck at the SRC. A veritable ghost town at this time on a Saturday, I got a prime motorcycle spot still in the shade. You never know how important shade is until you live in the desert - both actual shade and the kind thrown by queens. The day was starting to warm up as I walked into the rec center. I would say it was going to be another scorcher, but in Phoenix, every day is fucking hot, and by August you just get used to the oppressive heat. Like my nagging parents, it's always there.

I swiped my SunCard as I smiled at the girl sitting at the check in counter. I've seen her there all summer, but I still didn't know her name. Smiling, I walked on by. I could feel her eyes follow me as I turned past the desk to head to the pool. I liked being looked at, even if it was from some hetero girl - I worked hard on my body, and I liked when it was appreciated. I turned my head back and caught her looking, so I cocked a grin and wiggled my ass. She flushed bright red, but smiled and turned back to Facebook on her phone. Oh, how easy it was.

The locker room was deserted at this hour on a Saturday, it was summer so school wasn't in session, plus whatever students were around for summer classes were hungover or getting ready to do the walk of shame. I undressed and pulled on my speedo, dark maroon with a small pitchfork stitched on the side - a keepsake from my time on the ASU swim team freshman year. I had never really liked the competitive aspect of swimming, but I enjoyed the scholarship money that it gave me - until they slashed the scholarships for the non-money making sports. Go Devils!

Towel in hand, goggles hanging around my neck, and my ass squeezed nicely into the tight swimsuit, I headed through the communal showers to the pool. It was already bright and hot outside, but I knew that would make the pool that much more luxurious. The pool itself was empty except for Marco sitting atop a lifeguard stand, in a red tank top, gold and maroon board shorts, sunglasses and a ridiculous looking straw hat.

"Hey man! What's up?" he called, "You coming back to the team this year?"

"I don't know, have they decided to stop being assholes and actually make it worth it?"

Marco was senior this year, and captain of the swim team. We met a couple of years ago when I started here at ASU, and he was one of my first friends here. We spent a lot of time training and it was great for me to have someone older who could show me around campus and get me oriented. However, after the first year I quit the team and we grew apart. Different circles, different goals. Mainly, he wanted to bang chicks, and I wanted to bang him. Let's just say it was best for my heart that we didn't spend too much time together.

"Naw bro, you know how it is," he chuckled. "You do it for the love of the sport, not for the money."

"No," I smiled back, "you do it for the chicks."

"What can I say, it's a perk!" He smiled and lifted up his shirt showing off his tan, tight six pack leading to a perfect V that disappeared below his trunks. "Girls love this V almost as much as I love their tits!"

"Oh I know, guys can't keep their hands off this," I turned and slapped my ass. He started cracking up.

"Oh yea brah! Get it!" Marco laughed and lowered his hand down from the stand for a hi-five, I slapped it. I started stretching as he asked, "So, how long are you swimming today man?"

"I don't know, on Saturday's I don't like to keep count," I replied as I stepped forward and stretched my calves and hamstrings. "I just go for about an hour, trying to keep a good pace, let my mind settle."

"That's cool. I love getting lost in a long swim, just wish I had more time for it. And wish coach wasn't always on my ass to move faster."

"You could always quit the team!" I said, half joking, "Then you could swim with me, and not worry about that shit."

"Ha! No way, coach would kill me," He laughed, I smiled up at him and pulled my goggles down over my eyes. "Enjoy your swim Alex, keep that hot ass of yours in shape!"

"You know it man!"

I turned from Marco's gorgeous white smile and faced the pool. I couldn't wait to get into this pool, to clear my mind and focus on the simplicity of movement. My junior year at ASU was starting next week and I didn't need any distractions. I took a breath and dived into the cool, shimmering water.

There is something amazing about the first moment you enter the water, the world around you just disappears, washed away in a muffled onslaught. You are weightless, the problems on your shoulders are lifted and float away. You hang there suspended, floating, and time seems to slow, hesitate for a moment. It's a break from everything, from everyone. It's a rare silence in a deafening world. The water rushes around you and lifts you up, a welcome helping hand sharing the heavy burden of the hot, oppressing world above. As you surge forward through your dive, you leave everything behind on the surface. You enjoy the peace, but know that it will end, as your body rebels against it, your lungs fight for air. It's just that brief taste of peace that makes you keep diving in.

The moment I surfaced I was back to reality, and I was off. Hand over hand. My feet propelled me forward. I started off easy, warming up into the laps ahead of me. It has become second nature to me, the synchronicity of movement, the timing, the breathing. My body sensed the wall ahead of me and I instinctively pulled into a tuck, flipping upside down, my knees bent, my feet planted on the wall, my hands pointed out in front of me. I sprung off the wall and floated again for a moment before I felt myself slow, and I pulled. Breathe. Pull. Pull. Pull. Breathe. The routine was bliss. My mind relaxed and my body took over. The water resisted and lifted, pushing me back, holding me up, the duality of nature. There was a reason I kept coming back, it was this feeling of solitude and connection, the peace of the water and the destruction of my force, the stillness of mind and the frenzy of body. The rush of passion and tranquility of love.

I lost myself in the movements, pushing myself hard to go a little bit further. There comes a time when you hit it: The Wall. The place you have to break through, but once you are through you feel you can go on forever. 500, 600, 700 meters. I was feeling tired, but it felt so good. I slowed my place a little to breathe more frequently, pacing myself as I stretched to reach my goal. Saturday's were my long swims, it was when I had the most time to relax and let loose. I also didn't want to burn myself out with sprints or drills, I wanted to just swim. Especially with this next week, preparing for a new semester, getting ready for new classes - and new guys.

An hour after first diving in, I came up for air and saw Marco climbing down from the lifeguard stand. There were a couple of other people making laps in the pool, and even some sorority girls had come to lay out, getting their tan ready for the new semester. I stripped off my goggles and leaned over the edge to catch my breath, my eyes followed Marco as he walked over to the girls in the lounge chairs. A moment after he introduced himself to them, he had them laughing, and I couldn't help but smile too. He was so fucking charming, you couldn't help but swoon for him. I shook my head as I pulled myself out of the cool water and up to the burning hot pool deck. Dripping wet and quickly moving to keep my feet from getting third degree burns, I grabbed my towel and waddle-ran to the locker room door.

"Hey man! Wait up!" Marco called at me. I turned and saw him walking toward me. The hot pavement did not let me stand still for long, so I moved toward the side of the building and stood in what little shade it provided. Marco slowed as he got close to me and put one arm up on the side of the rec center leaning in close to me.

"Hey bro, so the pool is going to be closed on Monday and Tuesday, we have to clean it and get it ready for all the new freshmen."

"Shit, I like to get a swim in on Tuesdays. Thanks for the heads up," I managed to say, even though my heart was racing feeling his body so close to me. I flicked my eyes up and met his deep dark gaze. I saw him crack a smile.

"I know dude, that's what I'm trying to say. If you want," he hesitated for a second, then continued, "we can catch a swim at the training center Tuesday. Being team captain n' all that, it's got some perks."

"Really? That would be great, I'd love to see the training pool too. It's been awhile since I've been there."

"Yea man, it'd be no problem. Plus I don't see as much of you as I would like. You were a cool kid, if I remember." He ran his hand through his moppy black hair and again flashed his bright white smile, showing his adorable dimples.

"Aw, shucks, don't make me blush" I joked back.

He reached out and lightly punched my shoulder and I feigned real pain. We both smiled and he raised his hand for a bro-hug. I grabbed it and he pulled me in and patted me on the back. As he lowered his hand I swear I felt it brush my ass. I looked up at him, and he winked at me as he pushed past me heading back to the lifeguard stand. He turned and pointed at me, "Text me Monday and we'll set up a time. See you Tuesday!"

Did that just happen? Am I crazy? No. He did not. Did he? My mind was racing, suddenly I realized Marco was still walking backwards looking at me. "Yeah, right! Tuesday!" I replied, snapping back to reality. I quickly noticed my feet were on fire standing on the scorching pavement and waved bye to Marco as I dashed for the door to the locker room.

The cool air made me shiver as I walked through the showers to my locker. My head was still swirling with random thoughts of my upcoming semester, looming internships and, of course, Marco. What the fuck was the boy up to. I shook my head as I fingered in the combination to my lock, thinking to myself, I guess I'll find out on Tuesday.

With my locker opened, I reached in and grabbed my phone and noticed I had two new texts. The first was from Thomas, inviting me to brunch at 4 Peaks at noon. Like any good gay, I cannot pass on brunch, I responded that I would be there and opened the other one. That text was from Jack, telling me that he just got back in town and was moving his shit into his room at the frat. He also casually mentioned that his roommate wouldn't be in until this evening. The subtext of this text was clear. Of course I responded, "On my way. Be ready."

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I met Jack last school year at one of Kim's sorority formals. He was dating Kim's best friend Amanda, but he couldn't keep his eyes off me. We were drunk before we even stumbled into the party bus; when you're underage you have to pre-game hard so your buzz lasts long enough. Somehow Jack ended up sitting next to me on the bus, while Kim and Amanda sat together in front of us. Jack started getting bro-feely towards me. He put his arm around me and slurring shit like "Yo, man, it's so cool that you're gay man. That really takes balls man, coming out an' shit. Dude, Amanda! I love this guy!"

Normally I would have kicked this guy's ass, or well you know, said some bitchy comment towards him. But Jack had an endearing frat-tastic quality about him. He was a genuinely nice guy, fun-loving, and actually had somewhat of a brain. He was studying biology and wanted to be a high school science teacher. You can't diss a guy who wants to teach high school science. Oh, and did I mention he was really hot?

Jack's hair was jet black, thick and spiky. He looked to be part Italian, but not the Jersey Shore kind, more the romantic, let's eat out under the stars kind. He was taller than me, but only a little. With his hair he reached just over 6 feet. From what I could see he had a pretty normal build, not thin, not huge, but you knew whatever he was hiding under his tailored suit was trim and toned. When he put his arm around my shoulder I couldn't help but notice how big his hands were, and could only assume that bodes well for what was between his legs. His swagger was annoying at times, but relatable and charming at others. He wooed girls easily with his big, white smile and his more than handsome features. Overall he was just a likable guy that could get anyone to drop their panties in a heartbeat.

That night was a blur even before we got to the swanky North Scottsdale hotel for dinner. Everyone on the bus had a flask, and we continued taking shots in the bathroom, pouring a little (okay, a lot) into our drinks, and just getting hammered. Throughout the night, I noticed Jack and I become more and more inseparable. Maybe it was because Amanda and Kim were always together, but Jack always happened to be at my side with another drink. Soon the four of us were dancing, but I couldn't stop making eye contact with Jack, who would quickly turn toward Amanda any time I caught him.

One point, nearing the end of the night, I broke away from the group to walk around the grounds, I just needed a break from the party and the people. It was a gorgeous November evening, the stars were bright as I walked around the deserted pool deck. It was weird being out there, it was so quiet yet only right down the hall was a giant party turning into a drunken night of debauchery. I reached the end of the pool deck and was about to turn around when a hand grabbed me and pushed me into a dark corner behind the raised hot tub and some palms.

"What the fu-" I began to say when I noticed it was Jack, and before I could finish his mouth was on mine. He stubble rubbed against my face as he forced his tongue into my mouth. I felt his hands reach around and pull me closer to him, grabbing my ass. It took a moment before I was finally able to push away.

"Hey Jack, what the hell -"

"I saw the way you were looking at me all night, and I could tell you wanted it." He reached down and grabbed my hardening cock through my pants. "And you wanting me has got me going."

He leaned in and kissed me again, I couldn't quite comprehend what was going on. This booze-drenched straight guy was making out with me, and drunk me didn't really give a fuck. He was right. I had been checking him out all night, and he was right I did want his hard cock.

I reached and pulled him closer to me, shoving my face into his, our tongues tangled as my hands fiercely roamed all over his body, trying to get a hold of him through his suit. I reached around under his jacket, running my hands around his slim waist and along the top of his pants. I moved my hands down and grabbed a firm hold of his ass and pulled his hardening cock into me, feeling his shaft rub against mine. He moaned into my mouth.

Jack reached up and started pulling at my suit jacket, his large hands began forcibly pulling at the lapels, pushing the jacket off of my shoulders. I pulled my hands off his tight ass and helped him remove my jacket, and threw it into the bushes. Like him, I yearned to be closer to his body, and for him to be free of his cumbersome jacket. I helped him peel it off without breaking our intense kiss, and soon it was tossed off into the night. I felt the urgency in our kiss build, we both knew we wouldn't be alone forever, and if we were going to get off it had to be fast.

We pulled back from our kiss, and his hands began working on my shirt as I scrambled with his. The buttons came undone frustratingly slow, but soon he was pulling at my tie and finally our shirts were open. Jack thankfully hadn't worn an undershirt, and my instincts were correct about him being fit and trim. The Arizona sun had done its work to bring out the dark olive of his smooth skin. In the light reflecting off of the pool, I could make out his round pecs, with small, hard nipples. The light danced off his abs, showing a defined six pack hiding slightly behind his opened white dress shirt. My hands grabbed for his body, and ran across his warm, smooth skin, encircling his waist, pulling him closer.

We were kissing again. I felt his hands run under my undershirt, they were rough against my skin, but warm in the cooling night air. He was grabbing at my back, pulling me into him as far as I would go. His warm body embraced me. I could feel his heartbeat accelerating as his mouth left mine and started kissing down my neck. He nudged under my opened collar and pulled at the top of my white hanes tee with his teeth. His hands pushed my undershirt up to my chest and I gasped as his mouth found its way to my nipple.

Jack's tongue flicked at my hard nip, teasing me. His rough, big hands held me to his mouth as he left my pec and kissed his way down my flat stomach, across my defined, swimmers stomach. I reached over and ran my hand through his thick, black hair and pushed his face into my abs. His hands pulled at my nipples as I moaned into the night air. They soon left my chest ran down my body, down my sides and soon Jack was at my belt, pulling the buckle apart. My pants were unbuttoned in another heartbeat, and it wasn't until Jack has my fly unzipped that he looked up at me and I realized what the fuck was happening.

Here I was standing in the Arizona night, at a Sorority formal, on a pool deck at some hotel, my suit jacket in some bushes, my shirt unbuttoned, my pants falling down around my ankles and with a gorgeous frat stud whose face was inches from my hard cock. And all Jack could do was smile his big, bright dimpled smile up at me as he rubbed my cock through my tight calvin klein trunks. I rested my hand on the back of his head and pushed Jack into my crotch. I heard him take a deep whiff off my scent as he rubbed his face into my underwear. His mouth opened and surrounded the outline of my hard cock through my underwear, I moaned into the night air, feeling the warmth of his mouth teasing the head of my cock. His hands reached up to the band of my underwear and slowly pulled down.