Hi Y'all,
Before I start, I would like to say that English isn't my mother tongue (and that I really wished I didn't start off my non-fictional sex story with the words "my" and "mother", but hey). Also, hi My name is Henrik!
My story begins in the year prior to the corona lockdown in 2019, almost 5 years (what?) ago. I was a collegiate swimmer back then and actually started my second year at the University. Our university had an okay-big team, we were a group of 12 swimmers (6 guys and 6 girls). At the beginning of the year, we had our annual try-outs to which many showed up yet only a few would take a spot (if any actually). Our coach had a reputation of scaring newbies during these try-outs so only the best would come forward and stay. I myself was lucky enough to have made that team the year prior after almost drowning in our pool. So yeah I was curious to see who would show up.
This year the try-outs were as brutal as ever and we (the current team) were sitting in the stands, looking down on all the participants like the self-righteous brats we were. I mean, our spot was secured, the least we could do was act like swimmers royalty, right?
All jokes aside, we were actually a pretty cool team, somewhat of a family since we trained on a daily basis. So we really wanted to see (and judge) the swimmers who could eventually join our group, again if any (those try-outs man... I'm not kidding).
Our girls were checking out the guys and we, the guys, were checking out the girls (along with our physiotherapist Stéphanie, a young woman of 30 who was not only a cool chick, but who also could "turn" some women or make them excited for her "Taco Tuesdays". She would play a important role later, so don't forget about Stéphanie.).
I indeed said that we were checking out the girls. I was 20, have had some relationships with a few girls but was currently single. My ex-gf Jess was also part of our current team and I was still tracking who she would date or be interested in, you know what I mean right. Well, that day was no different.
One of the last guys to try out was Sebastian, a 6ft tall brown-haired swimmer with blue eyes (I say tall, but it's rather short for a swimmer. I myself am 6ft1 and had the nickname "Shorty" in the team) caught the eye of every girl on our team. Yes, even Stéphanie would cast out a "Wow" when he entered. Our girls giggled like school girls and I immediatly thought "Shit, even Jess looks like she wants to rip off whatever's left of clothing on this dude". Sebastian had a lean swimmers physique (broad shoulders, small waist) and a cool tattoo on his left shoulder. He could have easily mistaken these swimming try-outs for a Men's Health magazine audition. I mean, we, the rest of the male swimmers were also built quite in the same way and were considered handsome by a great deal of women. But this guy had it all, he'd be on the cover of MH magazine, whereas we would be maybe featured in a column, right after the cartoon section (Does MH magazine even have that? I have no idea).
Sebastian excelled at his try-outs and would be the only one to make our team. So that's 12 from the current team, plus this new guy= thirteen. Fuck talking about a bad omen, right?
Him being the new guy, and yes being somewhat of a runaway A&F model, he got all the attention he wanted and still was super modest about all it (damned, who was he? Wonderboy??). Jess would really be all flirty with him and I wasn't sure if it was because she wanted to make me jealous (the self-righteous brat I am) or that she really was into him. Either way, it bothered me, more then I would admit.
Weeks passed and Sebastian turned out to be a rather cool guy (Really...was the universe testing me? In a way, yes!, but I didn't realise that just yet). He was fast, especially in the 50meters butterfly which also happened to be my specialty (of fucking course...) so we sometimes were in direct competition to decide who would represent our university at the competitions.
This guy was getting under my skin. I caught myself checking him out on Instagram regularly, although I didn't even follow him (he didn't follow me, so why would I). Until one night when I was up in bed and was checking his insta feed, scrolling down his pictures to see (I think) whether he had a GF or not. Until I saw a picture of 2017, in which he seemed to hug a girl, I clicked on it, wanted to zoom in but double-clicked on it instead, yup I "liked" the picture (fuck) and immediatly undid the action.
"Shit , what the hell did I just do". I was wondering if he saw that, even after I "unliked" that picture. But hey, it was 1am and he wouldn't probably check his notifications until the morning. I got out of bed, drank some water, caught myself looking in the mirror to see if my arms would match Sebastians and decided to have a laugh with what happened whit that instagram picture before getting back to bed. I wanted to double check whether I set my alarm and saw that I had some Instagram notifications.
It was Sebastian, he got notified about my actions and decided to follow me and immediatly sent me message saying "Hi dude, like what you see
?".
My heart made a weird jump...
I tried to play it cool, altough I felt sweat everywhere, and said I thought I knew the cute girl in the picture (That still didn't explain why I was checking out his feed at 1am, but hey, like I said, I played it cool...). He said she was his best friend and that she indeed was a cute girl. I'm sincerely happy he didn't ask me why I was up looking at his photos this late.
We kept chatting on Instagram for a bit and at some point I just asked the question "Do you have a gf right now?" to which he responded "no" (damn, good news for Jess). He then said "Funny story btw, the girl you saw in that picture, which you thought was cute, is actually an ex of mine. We had a good relationship until we both fell head over heels for someone else, and decided it was best to end things on good terms. That's why we're still best friends.".
I was like "No way, shit, so after you broke up, did both of you go your seperate ways then with your new love interests yet remained friends?"
To which he dropped a bomd "Well, only one of us did, actually I did for a brief period. But that's another story... However that's not the crazy part... the things is: we fell for the same person... the same guy.".
Uff, this felt like a giant punch in my stomach (weird cuz I actually had nothing to do with it), I think I re-wrote my next message 20 times to eventually ask "So you're gay?".
To which he took some time to rephrase his answer, and said "Not really, I would consider myself rather Bisexual, but who needs labels, right?".
"Right!" Fuck, my answer came out very quick, too quick, to ofcourse he would respond with "Oh, so are you unlabeled yourself?". And yeah, playing it cool again and responded "Neii sorry dude, very straight and into the girls here, but hey nothing against it!"
"Hehe No need to be sorry, I wasn't implying I was into you, man ;-) anyway gonna go sleep now. Sleep tight very-straight Henrik!" was his last answer.
This somewhat bothered me, the way he said he wasn't into me? I thought it bothered because i was a competitive swimmer and I needed to win at everything, cuz life is a fucking competition bruh (high five). So I went to sleep with a rather annoying aftertaste... Or did the "super-straight Henrik" thing bother me?
Anyway, what was with this guy that intrigued me so much??
Wanna hear the rest of it?
I can assure you there is still more to cum (too soon?) !
Before I start, I would like to say that English isn't my mother tongue (and that I really wished I didn't start off my non-fictional sex story with the words "my" and "mother", but hey). Also, hi My name is Henrik!
My story begins in the year prior to the corona lockdown in 2019, almost 5 years (what?) ago. I was a collegiate swimmer back then and actually started my second year at the University. Our university had an okay-big team, we were a group of 12 swimmers (6 guys and 6 girls). At the beginning of the year, we had our annual try-outs to which many showed up yet only a few would take a spot (if any actually). Our coach had a reputation of scaring newbies during these try-outs so only the best would come forward and stay. I myself was lucky enough to have made that team the year prior after almost drowning in our pool. So yeah I was curious to see who would show up.
This year the try-outs were as brutal as ever and we (the current team) were sitting in the stands, looking down on all the participants like the self-righteous brats we were. I mean, our spot was secured, the least we could do was act like swimmers royalty, right?
All jokes aside, we were actually a pretty cool team, somewhat of a family since we trained on a daily basis. So we really wanted to see (and judge) the swimmers who could eventually join our group, again if any (those try-outs man... I'm not kidding).
Our girls were checking out the guys and we, the guys, were checking out the girls (along with our physiotherapist Stéphanie, a young woman of 30 who was not only a cool chick, but who also could "turn" some women or make them excited for her "Taco Tuesdays". She would play a important role later, so don't forget about Stéphanie.).
I indeed said that we were checking out the girls. I was 20, have had some relationships with a few girls but was currently single. My ex-gf Jess was also part of our current team and I was still tracking who she would date or be interested in, you know what I mean right. Well, that day was no different.
One of the last guys to try out was Sebastian, a 6ft tall brown-haired swimmer with blue eyes (I say tall, but it's rather short for a swimmer. I myself am 6ft1 and had the nickname "Shorty" in the team) caught the eye of every girl on our team. Yes, even Stéphanie would cast out a "Wow" when he entered. Our girls giggled like school girls and I immediatly thought "Shit, even Jess looks like she wants to rip off whatever's left of clothing on this dude". Sebastian had a lean swimmers physique (broad shoulders, small waist) and a cool tattoo on his left shoulder. He could have easily mistaken these swimming try-outs for a Men's Health magazine audition. I mean, we, the rest of the male swimmers were also built quite in the same way and were considered handsome by a great deal of women. But this guy had it all, he'd be on the cover of MH magazine, whereas we would be maybe featured in a column, right after the cartoon section (Does MH magazine even have that? I have no idea).
Sebastian excelled at his try-outs and would be the only one to make our team. So that's 12 from the current team, plus this new guy= thirteen. Fuck talking about a bad omen, right?
Him being the new guy, and yes being somewhat of a runaway A&F model, he got all the attention he wanted and still was super modest about all it (damned, who was he? Wonderboy??). Jess would really be all flirty with him and I wasn't sure if it was because she wanted to make me jealous (the self-righteous brat I am) or that she really was into him. Either way, it bothered me, more then I would admit.
Weeks passed and Sebastian turned out to be a rather cool guy (Really...was the universe testing me? In a way, yes!, but I didn't realise that just yet). He was fast, especially in the 50meters butterfly which also happened to be my specialty (of fucking course...) so we sometimes were in direct competition to decide who would represent our university at the competitions.
This guy was getting under my skin. I caught myself checking him out on Instagram regularly, although I didn't even follow him (he didn't follow me, so why would I). Until one night when I was up in bed and was checking his insta feed, scrolling down his pictures to see (I think) whether he had a GF or not. Until I saw a picture of 2017, in which he seemed to hug a girl, I clicked on it, wanted to zoom in but double-clicked on it instead, yup I "liked" the picture (fuck) and immediatly undid the action.
"Shit , what the hell did I just do". I was wondering if he saw that, even after I "unliked" that picture. But hey, it was 1am and he wouldn't probably check his notifications until the morning. I got out of bed, drank some water, caught myself looking in the mirror to see if my arms would match Sebastians and decided to have a laugh with what happened whit that instagram picture before getting back to bed. I wanted to double check whether I set my alarm and saw that I had some Instagram notifications.
It was Sebastian, he got notified about my actions and decided to follow me and immediatly sent me message saying "Hi dude, like what you see
?".My heart made a weird jump...
I tried to play it cool, altough I felt sweat everywhere, and said I thought I knew the cute girl in the picture (That still didn't explain why I was checking out his feed at 1am, but hey, like I said, I played it cool...). He said she was his best friend and that she indeed was a cute girl. I'm sincerely happy he didn't ask me why I was up looking at his photos this late.
We kept chatting on Instagram for a bit and at some point I just asked the question "Do you have a gf right now?" to which he responded "no" (damn, good news for Jess). He then said "Funny story btw, the girl you saw in that picture, which you thought was cute, is actually an ex of mine. We had a good relationship until we both fell head over heels for someone else, and decided it was best to end things on good terms. That's why we're still best friends.".
I was like "No way, shit, so after you broke up, did both of you go your seperate ways then with your new love interests yet remained friends?"
To which he dropped a bomd "Well, only one of us did, actually I did for a brief period. But that's another story... However that's not the crazy part... the things is: we fell for the same person... the same guy.".
Uff, this felt like a giant punch in my stomach (weird cuz I actually had nothing to do with it), I think I re-wrote my next message 20 times to eventually ask "So you're gay?".
To which he took some time to rephrase his answer, and said "Not really, I would consider myself rather Bisexual, but who needs labels, right?".
"Right!" Fuck, my answer came out very quick, too quick, to ofcourse he would respond with "Oh, so are you unlabeled yourself?". And yeah, playing it cool again and responded "Neii sorry dude, very straight and into the girls here, but hey nothing against it!"
"Hehe No need to be sorry, I wasn't implying I was into you, man ;-) anyway gonna go sleep now. Sleep tight very-straight Henrik!" was his last answer.
This somewhat bothered me, the way he said he wasn't into me? I thought it bothered because i was a competitive swimmer and I needed to win at everything, cuz life is a fucking competition bruh (high five). So I went to sleep with a rather annoying aftertaste... Or did the "super-straight Henrik" thing bother me?
Anyway, what was with this guy that intrigued me so much??
Wanna hear the rest of it?
I can assure you there is still more to cum (too soon?) !
