The Barnstable Chronicles: Vic Greenley Comes Home - 2. A Whole New World

Vic had never really seen a cowboy before and definitely liked what he saw. He looked behind Hunter and saw two other hot boys holding boxes.

“Nice to meet ya, Vic. Those are my buds, Daniel and Jonathan. They’re gonna help me get my shit up here.”

“Hi, guys. Nice to meet you! Let me throw on some shoes, and I’ll help, so you don’t have to go out in that God-forsaken heat so much.”

Hunter chuckled, “Welcome to Texas! This ain’t nothin’. You shoulda been here last month! Over 100 degrees pretty much the whole month!”

The guys put the boxes they had into Hunter’s room, and the four boys headed down the elevator and out in the sweltering heat to grab the rest of his things.

“When did you get here, Vic?”

“A couple of hours ago. Mom and Dad went to Target to get stuff for the kitchen.”

“Awesome. I was planning on paper plates and plasticware so we wouldn’t hafta wash dishes. But I guess real dishes’ll be nice every now and then.”

It only took two trips for the four boys to get everything up to the room. On the last trip, Sam and Claire had returned from their shopping trip.

“What’s with this city? Plastic bags are illegal, and we had to pay 25 cents for every lousy paper bag to haul this stuff out of the damned store!”

Hunter giggled (which Vic thought was awfully cute) and explained to Sam that Austin is a very “green” city and that they passed an ordinance banning plastic bags a few years ago. Just about everyone is used to it now and uses cloth bags when they go to the store.

Vic thought he was dying in the heat and suggested everyone go up to the air-conditioned room to talk upstairs. Once everything was in the room, Hunter’s friends said they needed to run as they were planning to spend the afternoon at Hippie Hollow.

Claire finished setting up the kitchen and told the boys that she and Sam wanted to take the two of them out to dinner. They had a room at the Embassy Suites and would ask the concierge for some dining suggestions. They settled on 6:00 since the Greenley’s were still on Eastern time.

Hunter sat down on the sofa and stretched out. “Finally! Some alone time!”

“Right? My parents are pretty cool, but they can be a little intense after a while. Three days in the car with them sure wasn’t a walk in the park!”

Vic went to the refrigerator, grabbed a couple of water bottles, tossed one to Hunter, and sat on the sofa next to the hot, young cowboy.

“So—I’m Hunter Landrey. I’m from West Texas, where my folks have a large ranch. I hate the ranch life and used my swimmin’ as a ploy to get away as much as I could. Coach asked me to room with you since we had a lot in common, and he wanted me to be yer guide.”

“Oh? What do we have in common?”

“Let’s see—” Hunter paused and thought a bit about how much they really had in common and decided a brief list would be best for now. “We’re both gonna compete as Freshmen, even though I’m a red-shirt Freshman and you’re a true. We also swim the same events for the most part. And—let’s see—we’re both kinda hot as fuck!”

Hunter giggled again and took a swig from his water. Vic commented on how awesome the dorm rooms were, that they were more like apartments than dorms.

“Yeah, UT is big on its athletics program, and they take real good care of us. We make a lot of money for the school, and even though they say the most important thing is the academics—face it. It’s all about the green.”

Vic told Hunter about growing up on the cape, and even though he wasn’t thrilled about the late-summer heat, he was not going to miss the brutal winters back home. They talked about their summers. Hunter spent his Summer waiting tables at the W Hotel downtown, so he’d have some spending money during the year.

“Coach won’t let us hold jobs during the fall training and the season, but once we finish with the Big Twelve tournament and the NCAA’s, we’re free to do pretty much what we want.”

The boys took another swig of water when Hunter suggested he give Vic a tour of the dorm. “If you think the room is nice, you’re gonna be blown away by what’s downstairs!”

They headed to the elevator and went down to the lobby. Hunter took Vic to the front desk and introduced him to Velma and Betty, the women who pretty much run things around the facility.

The next stop was the cafeteria. “This is probably the best college cafeteria in the whole country. They don’t make that nasty starchy shit they feed the civilians here. Everything is healthy, and the portions are larger cuz we’re growin’ boys. The only thing is we need to get here early. The football team practices until six and start getting’ in here about 6:30. Trust me. They wipe out what’s left.”

Hunter then took Vic to the area across from the cafeteria, which was the lounge. Vic couldn’t believe how big it was. There were two pool tables and three flat-screen televisions, each hooked up to a Wii, an X-box, and a PlayStation. There were also several seating areas with leather sofas and overstuffed chairs.

“Holy shit, Hunter. This place is amazing!”

“Yeah, we don’t talk about this room much. The civilian students would probably revolt if they knew we had this in our dorm! It’s pretty much just an urban legend to most of ‘em.”

The boys walked back out to the lobby and went up the stairs to the glassed-in second level.

Hunter lowered his voice out of habit. “This is the study area. Hell, it’s really our own library. The books on the shelves are pretty much everything we need for our classes. If you can’t find a book you need, just tell the dude at the desk, and he’ll have it sent over within an hour.”

The boys went back into the lobby. “Have you seen the aquatic center?”

“I haven’t seen anything, dude.”

“Oh, that’s cool. Let’s go over there, and I’ll show you around.”

The aquatic center was several blocks from the dorm, and when the boys walked into the building, the blast of cool air was a welcome thing to both. The first stop was the pool area.

“Welcome to our sanctuary!”

“I’ve seen it on television when UT hosts the NCAA’s. But holy fuck, this is amazing!”

“Yeah, it’s probably the best facility in the country, and I’m guessin’ the NCAA would prefer to have the tournament here every year, but that wouldn’t be fair to the other schools.”

Hunter showed Vic the locker room and explained that there were four. There was a locker room for the men and women and a visitor’s locker room for each. When the civilians are allowed to use the pool, they get to use the visitor locker room.

“Speaking of using the pool, we have our own time three nights a week from 7:30 to 9:00. It’s just for us dudes. The girls get their own three nights, too. Cool thing about our private time, most of us skinny-dip—well except the divers—too hard on the junk!”

“Yeah, my boyf—best friend is a diver.”

“It’s okay, Vic. I’m into boyfriends, too. That’s another thing Coach said we had in common.”

“You mean?”

“Yeah, dude, I like dick!”

Hunter wrapped his arm around a stunned Vic’s shoulder and led him out of the aquatic center. As they were walking back to the dorm, Vic was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Hunter was gay.

“Dude, you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah! I’m just trying to wrap my head around the idea of a gay cowboy. It’s just something I never really thought about before.”

“Well, of course there’s gay cowboys. Just like any other profession. ‘Cept we get to fuck the cows when no boys are around.”

“Wha—?”

“I’m kidding, dude. Damn, it’s gonna be a blast yankin’ yer chain!”

The boys made their way back up to their room, and each hopped into the shower to get ready for dinner. It was nice that they had their own bathrooms, as Vic was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off Hunter for too long.

Sam and Claire picked the boys up, and they asked Hunter if he had any ideas for dinner. It turns out the hotel didn’t have a concierge, and the desk clerks weren’t much help either. Hunter asked if anyone was in a big hurry, and when everyone said they had plenty of time, he decided on something uniquely “Austin.”

He picked a restaurant called The Oasis. It’s a popular open-air restaurant that sits high on a bluff overlooking Lake Travis and has live entertainment almost every night. The best part was the magnificent sunset over the lake.

It was a forty-minute drive to the restaurant, and by the time they had arrived, they were all quite hungry. It was a perfect choice, according to Claire. The menu had several Mexican-inspired dishes, and it gave the Cape Codders a chance to enjoy some authentic Austin cuisine.

Sam decided on the Chipotle Baby Back Ribs, while Claire chose the Grilled Shrimp Diablo. The boys decided to share a chicken and shrimp sizzling fajita combo.

The conversation was light, and Hunter had everyone in stitches several times. Vic was trying hard not to fall for the boy—after all, he and Gavin had just ended things. Towards the end of the meal, Sam and Claire decided they wanted to take some photos of the view while the sunset was in full swing. That left the boys alone to finish up their dinner.

Hunter leaned into Vic and spoke softly. “Dude, you need to relax. Ever since you found out I was gay, you’ve been walkin’ on eggshells. Don’t worry! I’m not gonna rape ya tonight. I admit, I think you’re a hottie-and-a-half, but the last thing either of us needs at the beginning of the school year is a new boyfriend. Besides, I don’t sleep with a dude until I at least know him a little bit!”

“Okay, that’s cool. Sorry if I’ve been making things uncomfortable for you.”

“Dude—I’m totally comfortable. You’re the one who’s all quiet and seems on edge.”

“You think my folks have noticed?”

“Naw. Your mom probably thinks it’s some kind of separation anxiety thing.”

“Yeah. And just so you know. I think you’re pretty fucking hot, too. But Gavin and I just ended things before I left, and most of what I’ve been feeling was guilt for being totally attracted to another dude so soon after.”

“Aw man, sorry to hear that. Hope it wasn’t a bad break-up thing.”

“Oh, no! It was really sweet, actually. We knew this time was coming and decided to end things out of practicality. He’s on the dive team at Ohio State. Between the distance and the pressures of our programs, we decided that it would be best to let each other go. I’ll always love him. He was my first boyfriend.”

“I totally get it. I had a thing this Summer with Jonathan, and we ended it pretty much the same way. I don’t think he was too happy to see how hot my new roomie was, though. Oh well. It’s not like you can help it or anything! Oh, and I’m pretty sure Ohio State’s on the schedule.”

Vic grinned and rolled his eyes as Sam and Claire came back from their photo-taking session and sat down. They enjoyed a cup of coffee before heading back into town. On the way back, Claire said she wanted to meet us for breakfast before heading out of town. Hunter told her that our first practice was at 5:30 a.m., and we probably wouldn’t have time. She was clearly disappointed, but she understood.

When they got back to the dorm, Hunter thanked Sam and Claire for dinner and promised he would take good care of their boy. Vic looked over at Hunter and raised his eyebrows while giving his roommate a slightly wicked grin. Hunter hopped out of the SUV and headed up to the room, so Vic could say goodbye to his parents.

It took Vic a bit longer than expected to make it back to the room, and when Hunter saw him, he noticed his roomie’s eyes were a bit swollen and red.

“You okay, bud?”

“Yeah, I just needed a little time alone. That was harder than I thought it was going to be. Mom was a mess, and fuck, Dad even shed some tears. I kept it together until they pulled away. I had a good cry on the bench and then came up here.”

“Hey, you know you’re gonna be alright?”

“Yeah, it just hit me all at once. Fuck, I’m a kid—just 18 years-old. I’ve never been away from home for more than a few days, and now I’m gonna be halfway across the country.” As Vic spoke, the tears started forming again. “Oh fuck, I’m really not a big baby!”

Hunter got up from the sofa and walked over to his new friend, wrapped him in his arms, and just held him. Vic couldn’t hold back any longer and just let his emotions pour out, wetting Hunter’s shirt with a river of tears.

“I know it’s hard, Vic. I went through the same thing last year, and I’m not nearly as close to my folks as you are with yours. Just let it out. You’ll feel a lot better.”

Vic was surprised at how nice it felt being held by Hunter. He liked how well they fit together—just about the same height and build. Their strong arms complimented each other. Their muscular torsos were nearly identical and felt perfect when pressed together. Their crotches were at the same height and were naturally pressed against each other with the slightest amount of pressure. Vic was beginning to relax when he felt the pressure of Hunter’s growing cock press against his.

Vic reluctantly broke away from Hunter’s comforting arms. “I think I’m gonna take a shower and crash. Thanks for being there, Hunter. That was pretty awesome.”

“No worries, bud. I promised your parents I’d be takin’ care of ya.”

On his way to his room, Vic stopped and turned around. “Dude, I love your accent. It’s cute as fuck.”

“Accent? I got no accent. Yer the one who talks funny!”

Vic raised his eyebrows at the cute cowboy and spun on his heels to go into his room. He didn’t even think of shutting his door as it just wasn’t something he was used to doing. On top of that, swimmers tend to be the least modest animals on the planet. He stripped down for his shower, giving Hunter more than a nice view.

Vic felt he was pretty much done with the crying, but while he was washing his hair, his thoughts went to the boy who held him and comforted him. His mind filled with the thoughts of how nice it felt to be in Hunter’s arms. That led to the memory of the growing pressure in their pants.

In the other room, Hunter was taking his shower and thinking about the cute boy who came into his life just a few hours ago. His cock was bouncing as he soaped himself up and ran his hands over his taut, smooth muscles. He imagined Vic doing the same thing in his shower.

Both boys were stroking in their own hot shower. Both boys were thinking about their sexy roommate. Both boys dropped a nice nut while quietly calling the name of the hot boy in the other room.

After drying off, Vic slipped into bed. As he began to relax, he found himself tucked into a fetal position, clutching the second pillow and sighing. There was a light knock on the door. Vic looked up and saw the silhouette of a very sexy, very naked, college cowboy.

“Umm, Hunter—you’re naked.”

“Yeah. Dude, I’ve worn more clothes today than I usually wear in a month. I hate clothes. I like being nekkid when I’m in my room. That okay with you?”

“Well, to be honest, it’s not the worst thing I’ve seen lately. I’m usually in my underwear around the house, so I guess I get it. What’s up?”

“Just checkin’ in on you, bud. Promised your parents I’d take care of you, ya know.”

“I’ll be okay. I’m kind of embarrassed that I lost it there.”

“Dude, surely ya don’t think yer the only one around who whose gonna miss his folks.”

Vic let out a sigh with, “I know.”

“Dude—” Hunter walked over to Vic’s bed. “Ya mind?”

“Nah, it’s cool.”

Hunter lifted the sheet and crawled into Vic’s bed, sliding behind his roomie. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna fuck ya.”

“Not worried.”

“Cool.”

Vic felt Hunter’s strong arms wrap around him, and he immediately started to feel better. He grabbed the pillow he had been holding, gave it to Hunter, and wrapped his arms around Hunter’s.

“Thanks, dude.”

Vic liked feeling Hunter’s warm breath on his neck and the rhythmic beat of the cowboy’s heart against his back. One more sigh, and his first day in Texas came to an end.

4:45 a.m. came way too soon. Vic’s alarm was playing “Seize the Day” from Newsies, and he silenced it and looked over. Hunter was not there, but he did smell coffee. Right on cue, a still-naked Hunter came into the room with two cups of coffee and a nice, full semi-hard cock.

“Saw some of that French vanilla creamer shit in the fridge, so I figured your mom got it for you. Put some in your cup. Damn! That’s some nasty shit, dude!”

“I like it! Shut up! What do you put in yours?”

“Nothin’—real men drink their coffee black.”

“Of course, it’s probably that cowboy thing you have going on.”

“Whatever. Get your Speedo on and throw on some shorts and a tee. You’ll probably get your team gear today, including three or four practice suits, so bring your bag.”

Vic took another swig of coffee and hopped out of bed, sporting a full-mast column of cowboy cock.

“Hey Hunter, thanks for being there last night. You’re pretty awesome. It was a big help.”

“It was nice for me too, bro. I always sleep better with a dude in my arms.” Hunter spun around and headed to his room to get ready for the first practice. Vic just stared at the hot ass walking away from him.

After getting dressed, a sleepy Vic went into the small kitchen and toasted a couple of bagels and had one ready to go for Hunter. The boys poured the coffee into a travel mug, grabbed their bagels, and began the 10-minute walk to the aquatic center.

The temperature at 5:15 a.m. was in the low seventies, and there was a light breeze. Vic figured that this was the only time of day he would enjoy being outside, at least until Fall. Hunter started telling Vic about some of the guys on the team. He mentioned a couple of them that were also gay and let his buddy know that pretty much everyone was super-chill when it came to the gay boys on the team. It just wasn’t an issue.

There was one dude, Wesley Owen, who was just an ass. He was constantly trying to cause trouble. He was from Oklahoma, which Vic would soon learn was not a good thing for Wesley. Texas and Oklahoma's rivalry was so deep-rooted and bitter that it went far beyond the two schools. As far as UT was concerned, anything and everything Oklahoma sucked.

“I’m totally surprised Coach kept the dickwad on the team. He don’t put up with bullshit. So—I’m just lettin’ you know to keep an eye out. I’ll let ya know who he is when we get in.”

It turns out they didn’t have to wait to get inside. As the boys were about to walk into the aquatic center, they were practically knocked over by the boy from Oklahoma.

“Watch it, faggot! This yer new boyfriend?”

“Shut the fuck up, Owen. This is Vic—and he can outswim you any day of the week. You don’t wanna fuck with us.”

Wesley barreled his way into the center, leaving the boys standing outside the door. “Don’t let him get to ya, Vic. Best thing to do is ignore and outswim him—which really isn’t that hard to do.”

“Hmmm—okay.”

“Besides, if he keeps this shit up and Coach sees it, he’ll be out on his greasy ass faster’n a coyote runnin’ into a chicken coop.”

Vic looked at Hunter and cocked his head. “Faster than a what in a what?”

The boys laughed and made their way into the locker room, which was full of the most amazing mix of smooth boy bodies he had ever seen.

“Jesus, Hunter. How do you keep from popping wood with this scenery?”

“I don’t. And neither do half the other boys, see?”

Sure enough, at least half the boys’ cocks were in some form of fullness, many completely erect. Vic smiled at himself and realized he would be just fine.

At 5:30 a.m. sharp, the coaching staff entered the pool area and stood in front of their 2012-2013 Longhorn swim team. Coach Reese gave the usual pep talk, spoke of expectations and goals, talked about how he considers his team his second family, and then introduced the rest of the coaching staff.

Coach Reese then concluded his talk. “We are all in a highly individualized competitive sport. Due to the nature of the beast, all of you compete for a position on the team. I am here to tell you—and I hope I only will tell you once. Your competition with each other is valued only by the respect you have for each other. There is absolutely no room on this team for competition without respect.”

Vic glanced down the row of swimmers and caught the menacing glare of Wesley Owen. He smiled, nodded his head, and turned his attention back to his coach.

“Now, today is mostly about evaluation. You will swim in groups based on your discipline. I don’t want to see a race speed. I want a 60-65% speed so the staff can evaluate you and begin working on your individualized training program. If you are swimming the medley, you won’t need to do the individual disciplines. You’ll do the entire medley.

“When you are finished with your evaluation laps, you are free to go to breakfast, and we’ll start our work evaluating each of you. You will return and be ready to go at 10:00 a.m. We’ll start with the butterfly, followed by backstroke, breaststroke, freestyle, and end with the 400 medley. No need to run the 800 since it’s the same guys. Alright, gentlemen, break up into your groups, and let’s get started!”

Vic and Hunter were already sitting together, and two other swimmers came to join them. The first was Jerry Smith, a junior who sat down next to Hunter and introduced himself to Vic. Vic didn’t see the second swimmer sit next to him and his heart leaped into his throat when he turned around and found himself face-to-face with Wesley.

“Your ass is mine, freshman fag boy,” he muttered just soft enough so only Vic could hear.

Vic chuckled and turned away to face Hunter and Jerry. He leaned into the other boys and asked, “What the fuck is his problem?”

Hunter and Jerry laughed as they said in unison, “He’s an Okie.”

The four boys sat and watched the evaluations, and about forty-five minutes later, they were called up to the starting blocks. Hunter and Jerry were in lanes three and four. Wesley was in five, and Vic was in six.

The gun fired, and the four boys did a leisurely swim with two lengths of each stroke. Since they were not racing, all four finished their freestyle at about the same time. As they were climbing out of the pool, Wesley “accidentally” bumped into Vic, knocking them both back into the water with a splash.

“Watch it, faggot!”

“What the—?”

“Owen! Out of the pool! Now!” Coach Reese was quickly walking over to the starting blocks.

Wesley and Vic both climbed out of the pool. Vic sat on the block, wondering if he had made a mistake coming to Texas. He tried to push the thought out of his mind, but he was feeling somewhat defeated.

An angry coach stood in front of Wesley, “What was that all about, Owen? Did you not hear a damned word I said earlier?”

“That fag knocked me back into the water.”

“I saw the whole thing happen, son. Now you owe Greenley a couple of apologies—Now!”

Wesley, looking down at the ground, mumbled, “Sorry, I knocked you back in the water.”

“And?”

“That’s all, Coach.”

“Are you sure? What about the slur, son. Apologize for the name-calling.”

Wesley looked over at Vic with a hate-filled sneer. “Sorry you’re a fag.”

“That’s it, Owen. Go clean out your locker. Then clean out your dorm room. You can drive yourself back to Oklahoma. You’re done here.” A pissed-off Wesley Owen headed to the locker room, cursing under his breath the entire way.

Vic hung his head down, embarrassed at the situation. “Sorry, Coach. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble the first day.”

Coach sat down on the block next to Vic, placed his elbows on his knees, and leaned into his star Freshman. “Son, you didn’t cause a damned thing. Owen has been a pain in my ass since the middle of last season. The boy has no filter and lacks any trace of common sense. We’ll be a better team without him. Now, you three get showered and grab some breakfast. You can still make it to the cafeteria before the football boys get there.”

When the three made it into the locker room, only a couple of guys were still there. They came up to Vic, whooping and hollering. They said that Wesley was cussing up a storm as he cleaned out his locker.

Hunter put his arm around Vic and told him, “Dude, yer gonna be the team hero once they all find out that the Okie is gone!”

Vic just shrugged as the three boys headed into the shower to rinse off. As they walked back to the dorm to eat, Vic was quiet and just watched the ground move by as they walked.

Jerry put his arm around Vic’s shoulder and said, “Dude, you can’t get down over this. Really—you’re pretty hot shit in my book the way you didn’t let him get to you.”

“But he did get to me,” Vic sighed as the boys walked into the dorm and headed for the cafeteria. They grabbed a nice, hearty breakfast and sat down together. Hunter was getting concerned for his roommate.

“Dude, you okay?”

“I don’t know. I’m just not used to being harassed for being gay. It was a non-issue back home. Is this going to happen all the time? If it is, I need to rethink my being here.”

“Oh, Hell no! I finally got a roomie that kicks ass. Yer not leavin’—and yer not gonna be getting’ any shit from the other guys on the team.”

The next half-hour proved Hunter right as word spread to the rest of the team heard about what had happened back at the pool. Vic was thanked, congratulated, hugged, and declared a hero for getting Owen kicked off the team. He tried to explain that he hadn’t done anything, but the other boys wouldn’t hear of it.

By the time 10:00 rolled around, and the team was back in the pool area, the excitement was palpable. The boys were all wearing their street clothes as they were instructed. The coaching staff broke the team up into groups again, and the coaches led them out of the pool area.

Vic, Hunter, and Jerry were sitting together, and one of the coaches gathered them up and took them to a conference room. There was a large television on one wall with a laptop open on the table.

“Okay, boys. I’m gonna be your Medley coach for the season. Greenley, I’m Mike Ellis. You other two dimwits know me already. Jerry and Hunter chuckled and told the coach they were glad to see him again.

Vic was amazed at what took place over the next two hours. There were videos of each boy as they went through their different strokes. Whenever the coach wanted to point out something that needed work or improvement, he clicked a few keys on his laptop, and yellow graphics, arrows, and lines helped the boys see more clearly what the coach was talking about.

At the end of the session, Jerry found out he would be worked hardest on his breaststroke. Hunter was told he still needed improvement on his butterfly, and Vic was not surprised at all when Coach Ellis told him he needs to work on his backstroke.

“Boys, now that there are only three of you, you’re all going to be able to get more personal time with the coaching staff. That means if you all bust your asses where we need you to, we just might have the best medley team in the Big Twelve. I’m looking forward to seeing how well you do.

“Now, the good news. You boys have the rest of the day off while the coaches get your individual training programs drawn up. Don’t eat a big lunch. Coach has ordered nice steak dinners for you boys. Swim team dinner is at five. We’ll be in the private dining room, and all the coaches will be there, too. Think of it as a welcome dinner. Oh, and this doesn’t happen often, so don’t be expecting the royal treatment all the time, Greenley!”

The boys chuckled, shared a fist-bump with their coach, and headed back to the cafeteria. They all had a sandwich and a garden salad and talked about typical college stuff. Hunter announced that he was going to drive Vic around town and give him the grand tour. He invited Jerry, but he turned them down as he would be spending the afternoon with his newest girlfriend, who was on the women’s team and just got into town this morning.

When Vic and Hunter got into their room, Hunter immediately shed his clothes. Vic stripped down to his boxers, and the cowboy cocked his head and gave him a “really?” look.

“Oh, what the Hell.” Vic shrugged his shoulders and joined his roomie’s nudity.

“Much better. This room is now officially a no-clothes zone. We’ll keep our bathrobes on the hooks by the door in case someone comes by for a visit.”

“Cool. You’re a fucking goof, you hot cowboy!”

“I know!—on both points!”

The boys went into their rooms, got their bathrobes, and hung them by the door. Hunter put his hands on Vic’s shoulders and got a serious look.

“Look, Yankee boy—the last thing I want is a boyfriend. But I think I definitely have a new friend here.”

“Totally agree, cowboy.”

“Cool. Now, don’t freak out. But I really want to kiss you. Been wantin’ to since I got here. You cool with that?”

“Hmmm. If I let you kiss me, that means I won’t have to listen to your funny accent for a while, right?”

“That’s right, dimwit—just like I won’t have to listen to your fuckin’ Yankee talk.”

“Then kiss me, cowboy!”

It was a kiss like Vic had never experienced. It started tenderly, almost tentative. Vic was the first to introduce his tongue to the kiss. Hunter opened his mouth and welcomed it into his mouth. Both boys slowly increased the pressure to each other’s mouths as their moans increased. Hunter broke away from the kiss so he and Vic could catch their breath.

“Wow, you Yankee boys sure do know how to suck face!”

“You cowboys aren’t bad, either—and face isn’t all I’m good at sucking.”

“Oh? I’ll keep that in mind, but I think you should kiss me again. I mean, there’s nothin’ wrong with a little practice, right?”

The second kiss was even more intense than the first, and when they came up for air, Hunter led Vic into his bedroom—and onto his bed.

“I have this sudden cravin’ for some Yankee dick.” He laid Vic on his back and put himself above him with his hard 8 and 1/2 inches over the Freshman’s mouth. Vic reached up and gave it a couple of strokes, causing a couple of precum drops to fall on his face.

Vic had never seen an uncut dick before but had seen enough internet porn to have an idea of what to do. As Hunter wrapped his lips around the cock in front of him, Vic pulled back the foreskin and rolled his tongue around the wet head.

Hunter let out a moan that vibrated around Vic’s cock, and he was pleased that he was doing it right. The cowboy took more and more of Vic into his mouth, while Vic began to do the same. Both boys were soon moving their mouths up and down while moaning and bringing ever more pleasure to their buddy.

Being 18 and 19—and horny as Hell—it didn’t take but a few minutes for both boys to shoot copious loads into each other’s throats. After coming back to earth, Hunter moved back around and took Vic into his arms.

“Wow! Sorry that didn’t last longer!”

“Dude, we’re still teenagers and horny as fuck. Besides, I promised your mom I would take care of you—and this way yer takin’ care of me, too! Oh, and dayum, Yankee boy—you sure do have a nice big dick!”

“You too, cowboy. They sure do grow them big on that ranch of yours!”

The boys kissed again and shared what was left of the cum in their mouths. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they fell asleep for a quick afternoon nap.

 

Journal Entry – 8/17/2012

Well, I’m a nudist now. Hunter is such a goofball. I’m going to love sharing a dorm room with him. We also kissed and blew each other in a hot, but far too short, sixty-nine. I guess we’re sex buds now. I’m cool with it. Neither one of us needs to be getting into a relationship right now, and it’s nice to be able to help each other out in that way. Besides, he is hot as FUCK!

We took a short nap, and then Hunter took me around and showed me parts of Austin. We went downtown, and he showed me Sixth Street. He told me that it’s closed off to traffic at night, and it’s like a music lover’s Disneyland. All the bars have live music, and there’s something to match pretty much everyone’s taste.

Two blocks over from Sixth Street is Fourth Street. That’s Austin’s gay district lined with clubs and restaurants. They don’t close off the streets there except for Pride week.

We also saw South Congress (SoCo), which is lined with various odd shops and restaurants that are uniquely “Austin.” Next on the tour was Barton Springs, a spring-fed pool located in Zilker Park. We took Lamar Street as we headed back to campus, and he pointed out a few spots like the Alamo Drafthouse, a place where you can watch a movie and eat dinner at the same time.

We also drove by the Zachary Scott Theatre, and Hunter promised me we would go and see a show sometime. When we drove over the large river that runs through town, I was corrected and told it was Lady Bird Lake. It has miles of trails perfect for running, but he doesn’t go there until it starts to cool off a bit in the Fall.

Later that night, we had our coach’s welcome dinner. It was really nice, and people were still coming up to me and thanking me for my part in getting rid of that moron from Oklahoma.

After dinner, Coach Reese walked up to the new guys and stood behind each of us while introducing us to the team and told them a little bit about us. What impressed me was he did all this without looking at notes or anything.

I was a little embarrassed when he got to me. He told the guys that he was told to check me out at state and then mentioned that I was the US High School record-holder in the 400-meter medley. I was afraid that would cause even more resentment but was totally surprised when the guys all whooped and cheered.

I guess as bad as my morning was, the afternoon and evening were pretty fucking amazing. I truly feel like I’m part of one of the best swim teams in the country—and I now have a nudist sex buddy cowboy!