Jumbo (7 page)

Mitchell drew his curtains and lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

15

The following morning, Mitchell’s father drove him to school as usual. Mitchell had been thinking last night, thinking that if his father was gay, then that was maybe why he was gay. He didn’t want to think about his father being with Jake Walker, but maybe, just maybe, he could tell his father he was gay, and then he would have someone to speak to about it.

He cast a glance at his father, but Mitchell was too angry. How could his father have done that to his mother in the first place? How could he have married her if he had known he was gay? Had he been living a lie for the past twenty years?

When his father dropped him off, he said, “See you, Mitch,” but Mitchell didn’t answer. Aside from anything else, he didn’t understand why his mother was leaving without him and Pete while his father was staying on in the house. Would Jake Walker be coming to live with them? He didn’t know if he could stand that. If it got out at school that his dad was gay, then Mitchell was in for even more hell.

Classes were a blur. Teachers kept singling him out, asking him to listen and getting angry with him, while the whole time Mitchell didn’t know what was happening. It was like he was living in a dream.

By the time he walked into the locker room to get changed, he was walking like an automaton. Every thought led back to his father. If someone had a go at him this afternoon, said something about his dick or made some wise crack, Mitchell would hit back and hit back hard.

“What’s up with you?” Luke said, walking alongside Mitchell to the pool and putting his hand on his shoulder.

“Nothing.” Mitchell shrugged.

“You seem pretty down about something.”

“My parents are getting a divorce.”

Luke stopped. “A divorce?”

“Yeah.”

“Hell.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, if there’s anything I can do, Mitch, just let me know. I mean, we’re buddies, right. If you want to talk, you can talk to me.”

Mitchell nodded, and they stepped onto the blocks side by side. They dived in together and started on their warm-up laps.

By the time it got to relay practice, he figured he had so much anger welled up in him he could explode. He slipped into the pool and waited for the starting gun. And then he took off, putting every ounce of energy into going as fast as he could. He didn’t even see the other guys at the turn, but kept his eyes on the ceiling as he marked his place. He hit the wall and Tyler dove over him.

Tadd reached down a hand and hauled him out of the pool. Mitchell remembered what had happened a couple of days ago, how he had stumbled forward and pressed his hand against Tadd’s groin. He figured he’d like to do it again, but he couldn’t do it without making it look like he’d done it on purpose.

“Man, you were like a rocket,” Tadd said.

“What was my time?” Tadd told him and Mitchell grinned. “A PB.”

“Yeah? You’ve sure got some power in that little body.”

Mitchell smiled and ducked his head while Tadd razzed his hair.

“Hang on,” Tadd said, and again he pushed Mitchell out of the way with his arm, pushing him backwards like he was nothing, and climbing onto the blocks.

Mitchell scowled. He walked over to the chairs and grabbed his towel, and then he noticed Sarah, up in the bleachers again. She waved, and Mitchell waved back to her. He wondered if she maybe hadn’t sent the note, and he told himself to make sure he didn’t accidentally sit next to her in class again.

He turned away and asked Coach Marley if they were finished for the afternoon.

“Wait for your teammates to finish, Jumbo. It’s a team race.”

Marley was such a fuckhead. It wasn’t like they didn’t do it every afternoon. It wasn’t like Mason, Tyler or Tadd would give a shit if he waited around or not. He wanted a shower to himself for a while. He was thinking of trying to get into Luke’s shower, the end one he always used, and seeing if Luke came and jumped in the shower with him. He figured he would probably cream himself if his naked body slid alongside Luke’s, the two of them soapy and slippery. And already, just thinking about it, he knew that he had slick on the head of his cock. He could see it through his speedos.

Man, he supposed he had it pretty good. It was pretty funny, really — that he could stand around in the showers, naked, with all these hot guys, when he had a boner and was sometimes close to coming. He was gay, and he was getting off on the whole thing. Without wanting to, he found himself smiling.

And then he caught sight of Sarah again. She was waving him over, wanting him to come up into the bleachers and speak to her. He drew his towel around his waist and walked toward her.

“You’re Luke’s friend. Is that right?”

“Yeah.”

“You been his friend for a long time?”

“Ever since grade school — kindergarten, actually.”

“I suppose you know him pretty well.”

“Yeah. There’s not much about him that I don’t know.”

Sarah nodded.

“I was watching you race. You’re really fast. Do you win, when you go to meets and stuff?”

“I won the state final last year — for the two hundred meter.”

“Really?”

Mitchell nodded.

“Hell, I’ve got to go,” he said. He could see Coach Marley looking up at him. The relay was almost over.

He walked back down to the blocks in time to see Mason hit the wall. They were way ahead of the other teams, and Marley had a smile on his face. “That’s the best time yet, boys,” he said, “but we need to keep working on it. We’ve got three weeks till the next meet and we’re going to win this one. If any of you slacken off,” and here he cast a glance at Mitchell, “you’ll be off the team so quick you won’t know what happened. Even if it means us losing. You hear me?” The boys nodded and set out for the showers, the four of them walking as a group.

Oftentimes, Mitchell liked to lag behind a little and look at guys’ in their speedos. Hell, he suddenly thought, if he liked looking at guys’ asses, then why the hell shouldn’t somebody like looking at his ass? It was just that he had never thought about it. He didn’t have a very high opinion of himself, and had never imagined that somebody could be turned on by him at all — let alone by his ass. Now, though, looking at Tyler and Mason and Tadd in their wet speedos, he supposed it was easy to see how anyone could be turned on by another guy’s ass. Hell, Mitchell spent plenty of time looking at guy’s asses, though someone, apparently, was also looking at his.

It had to be Luke.

Mitchell opened his locker and was surprised to see another note. He took a deep breath, his chest rising. He dried his hands on his towel and picked it up.

I want to slide my cock between your sweet little cheeks
.

Cheeks? Did that mean ass cheeks, or was Luke asking for a head job? Hell, Mitchell didn’t care. He’d suck on Luke’s cock if that was what he wanted.

Luke stepped through the door and hesitated again, the same as he had yesterday, and with a guilty look on his face. Mitchell smiled at him.

“You seem pretty happy about something,” Luke said.

“Yeah, you could say that.” Mitchell folded the note over and pushed it into his pack.

“Is that a love letter?”

Mitchell shrugged. “It’s a lust letter.”

“A lust letter?”

“Yeah.”

“Who’s it from?”

“You tell me.” He pulled his speedos down and hung them over his locker. And then slowly, while Luke was standing there, he wrapped his towel around his waist, but dropped it on purpose so he had to bend over in front of Luke and pick it up. Would that turn Luke on?

Mitchell gathered the towel loosely in front of him, letting it droop in back so that half of his ass was naked as he walked away from Luke.

Tyler, Tadd and Mason were already in the showers, but the rest of the team were only just coming into the locker room. Mitchell didn’t know what to do, but Luke’s shower was empty, and he supposed now was as good a time as any. He decided to jump into Luke’s shower, figuring he would end up sharing with Luke. Luke would have to want to, seeing as how he wanted to fuck Mitchell — or get a head job — like the letter said.

Ben took the shower next to Mitchell. Some of the other guys jumped in, and then Luke came and stood by the bench, looking at the showers and uncertain what to do. He hung his towel up and walked toward Mitchell.

Yes, Mitchell thought. It has to be Luke. Luke asked if he could jump under, because he had goose bumps, and Mitchell stepped out of the way, taking the antiseptic soap and starting to soap his body up. When he looked down at his cock he saw that it was as hard as it could get. It was practically bursting.

“Here, can I jump back under?” he said.

Luke nodded and stepped out of the way. Mitchell handed him the soap and Luke started soaping his body. Mitchell watched him with his head thrown back in the shower and his eyes closed to slits. Hell, he was that close to coming. He watched Luke soap his ass cheeks, watched him turn and soap his torso before he moved to his cock and balls, facing Mitchell like he wanted Mitchell to see everything.

“Can I jump back under?” Luke said.

“Sure.” Mitchell stepped out of the way, but he hadn’t even washed the soap off his body. All he had been doing was watching Luke, and now his body was all soapy and slippery. He took a small step backwards, knowing his ass must be close to Luke’s cock. Then he took a further step, like he had lost his balance, and he felt Luke’s cock slide between his ass cheeks. Luke put his hands on Mitchell’s hips.

“Can you move forward a little, Mitch?” Luke said.

Mitchell stepped forward, but he had given Luke what he wanted, had let him slide his cock between Mitchell’s cheeks.

And now Mitchell was going to come. Luke’s hands were still on his hips and Mitchell was so close. He gripped his cock tightly and blew a load, putting his other wrist against the head of his cock so no one could see it spurting. And then he closed his eyes. Man, that had felt so good. He turned around and looked at Luke. Luke had turned his body to the wall. He was facing it, though as Mitchell stepped around a little, he saw that Luke had the beginnings of a boner, and must have been forcing himself to stop it from getting any bigger.

Mitchell felt a big warm flush of joy rush through his body. Finally, after all this time, Luke and he had done something together. And Luke was definitely turned on. He had asked for it, and he had gotten it, though Mitchell supposed that what Luke really wanted was to fuck him. That couldn’t happen here, not with all the guys around, though if it could happen, it’d be like heaven.

16

That night, Mitchell lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t get to sleep. He had already pulled himself over what had happened with Luke — not just one time, but two times, once before dinner and once afterwards. Now, he was lying in bed, his cock hard again, while he thought of the locker room at school, imagining what it would be like to get fucked there. There was always something sexy about the locker room: the smell of guys’ sweat, the steam of the showers, the smell of half-dried clothes, the warmth of it. Mitchell figured if he could have one wish, it would be to get fucked in the showers while all the guys watched. Hell, he reckoned he could take the whole team, not that he wanted to, not Robby Michaels or Mason, but all of the other guys. They could line up and take turns.

As he thought this, he felt his hand moving to his cock again, and he imagined himself being banged by all the guys on the team, one by one, their bodies soapy and slippery and the steam billowing around them in clouds.

When he had finished, he smiled. He really blew a load. It didn’t seem to matter that his cock was small, because when he blew a load he really came, and he had often watched in wonder as his cum spurted up into an arc. One time when he was lying on his back, his cum had spurted out in so high an arc that it had reached his neck.

Mitchell rolled over and hugged his chest. Man, Luke loved him. Luke wanted to do things with him. Mitchell had hidden the notes he had got in a small zipper compartment on the inside of his pack. He wondered if there would be another note tomorrow, though he didn’t suppose there needed to be. He could say something to Luke, or, what would be even better, Luke might say something to him.

Training the following day was the same as usual. The relay team didn’t beat their time from yesterday, fell far short of it in fact, and Marley wasn’t happy. He held the number one team back and started laying into them, telling them they had to put everything they had into training, even suggesting they should come along in the mornings and put some extra laps in. Mitchell thought this was stupid. The junior team trained in the mornings, and anyway, swimming took up so much of his time as it was. It wasn’t like he was going to be an Olympic athlete.

Finally Marley let them go and the boys walked despondently toward the showers. Mitchell dropped back a little, and then Tadd dropped back also.

“He’s a bit over the top, isn’t he?” Tadd said.

“You can say that again.”

“I’m not even that good. The only thing I’ve got going for me is strength. You’re a much better swimmer.”

“You think so?”

“Sure. Hell, you could beat anyone if you had a bit more strength. As it is you smash it in backstroke. No one can beat your times.”

“Marley doesn’t like me.”

“Yeah. I’ve noticed. But don’t let it get to you.” Tadd turned his head and looked back at Marley. “He’s a jerk.”

Mitchell laughed.

“Everything okay?” Tadd said.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine.”

“You seem pretty happy.”

“Yeah. I’ve had some ... I don’t know — good news.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They turned into the locker room and Tadd put his hand on Mitchell’s shoulder.

“You know, Mitch. I asked you before about helping me out with calculus. Is there any chance you could do that? I mean, do you think I could come over on the weekend sometime and we could — go through a few things.”

“Sure,” Mitchell said, though he knew he didn’t want to. “And thanks for ...”