Andy Keeps Trying - Chapter 02

ANDY KEEPS TRYING

Chapter 2: Andy puts his speedos back on

I did not want to see a shrink; I did not want to take pills; but I did want to get better.

The answer came to me on Saturday morning.

There was one easy way to feel better without using any medication, having sex with the wrong guys, or eating fast food. It was exercising.

And for me, that meant swimming.

After nearly eight months in Philadelphia, it was time to find myself a nearby swimming pool where I could go and take the pressure off.

Besides, it would be good for my shape and my skinny body which was a plus.

I did not want to go alone so I insisted on dragging Cody alongside me.

He was not the most enthusiastic at first but I knew how to handle him.

He was eating his breakfast in a pair of loose plaid boxer shorts. He had not noticed but his balls were slightly escaping the fabric.

Typical of my roommate.

“Swimming’s not really my thing, man.”

“Maybe, but you’ve been slacking off lately.”

“Huh?”

“Spending so much time at home doesn’t really help you stay fit, you know.”

“What? You think I look fatter? I go to the gym twice a week!”

I chuckled as he stared down at his own stomach.

Sitting on a stool did not help showcase his abs, but frankly, his body was absolutely perfect.

I was only teasing him.

“You look good but swimming is the best work-out to define your shoulders and back muscles. Isn’t it good to vary sports to work every part of your body?”

“Since when are you an expert in working out?”

“Come on, roomie! It’ll be good for you!”

“I don’t even have a swimsuit. Last time I went to a public swimming pool must have been in high school.”

“You know how to swim?”

“Of course, I do, idiot! I bet I’d take you at any distance.”

“I mean, I’m a bit rusty, maybe you could…”

Cody loved a physical challenge and I was usually not up to these kinds of games.

I had his attention.

He sighed.

“I guess it could help if I included swimming in my routine.”

“Exactly! And I have swimsuits. I’ve got a few of them from back when I was a regular swimmer.”

“They’ll never fit me.”

“I bet those things can stretch.”

He chuckled.

“Let me see…”

I was glad that I wore him down!

I excitedly went to my bedroom and looked for my old swimming trunks.

I had kept three, a plain black one from college and two that I had purchased in Fort Smith.

They were a little more fun, there was a sky-blue one with yellow ducks on the fabric, and a sexy white one.

At the time, I thought I should take a page out of Victor’s book and his outrageous red speedos to put myself out there. I bought the two pairs impulsively.

In the end, I had never dared wearing them.

I was such a dork.

Well, that was before I moved to Philly.

I brought the pairs to Cody.

“Here you go, pick your favorite!”

He grabbed the blue one with a smirk.

“What’s this? Can gay guys not wear normal swimsuits?”

“Man, board shorts and other ridiculous stuff straight guys wear are meant for the beach, at most. When you swim at the pool, you have to wear fitting trunks- help you go faster.”

“Yeah, yeah… And I should shave my chest too.”

What a tragedy that would be, I thought.

I loved his dark hair running down his chest, and the furry treasure trail in particular.

“Let’s not go crazy, but eh, those are the only pairs I have, so either choose one or we’ll have to pass by a store before going.”

“That’s all right, I have the body for it, I can pull anything off!”

He flexed his biceps playfully.

Since he had no one to flirt with lately, I had become the happy recipient of his foolishness.

“Which one do you want to try?”

“Gimme that.”

He stole the black one from my hand.

“Oh, you’re going with the safe option then.”

“Shut up, I’m already too nice with you for tagging along!”

“That might be a risky choice though. I used to wear those when I was younger. It’s the most discreet one looks wise, I grant you that, but it’s also the smallest sized of the three.”

“I do have a big dick, that might be a problem.” He commented with a smile.

I rolled my eyes.

“All right, Rocco Siffredi, chill out.”

He grabbed the waistband of his boxer shorts and slid them down right in front of me.

We were roommates for long enough that I had seen him naked countless of times. Cody was not prudish.

“Just let me put that thing on.” He grunted.

I looked at Cody while he struggled to get his legs in the black trunks and pull them over his large thighs.

One thing he did not lie about was the size of his junk.

Indeed, it created a problem when he tried to adjust the swimsuit.

That, and his fat hairy ass!

“I don’t think it’s gonna fit.” I remarked.

“You don’t say!” He burst out laughing, unable to have the Lycra fabric go over his prominent butt.

The trunks were ridiculously stretched around his hips and below his massive balls.

“That is quite a sight, I must say!” I told him, amused.

“Fuck… I… I’m gonna fall down! Don’t mock me, asshole, help me out!”

He held the kitchen counter behind him as he almost slipped.

“Hold on, I’ve got you.”

“Just take this thing off!”

It was getting pretty erotic and hands-on, but remember, I had erected a solid wall in my head so I would never fall for my roommate.

That being said, I also got something else erected when I got down on my knees and pulled down the swimsuit.

Just like Cody, I was in my underwear and it was only a matter of time before he caught my growing bulge.

I did not think he would mind, but it was still a little embarrassing.

Eventually I got the swimsuit down to his ankles, freeing the naked, shameless man.

“Don't say I didn't warn you, man. You picked the most boring one, but I'm not even sure it fits me anymore.”

“Yeah, probably not, you have a big round ass yourself!”

“Thanks.”

I winked at him.

Let me just say, being best friends with a straight jock is highly underrated.

To any gay guy who might read these lines after years of being bullied by a few morons in high school: just so you know, not all straight guys are the same!

“So that's it? We have to go to the fucking store.”

“I bought these two last year. They might be a little tight, but they should fit you a lot better.”

“Okay… I trust you.”

“The blue or the white? See, I'm cool, I’m letting you pick. I'll just take the other pair.”

“I'm not a fan of the ridiculous ducks, give me the other one.”

Great choice, I thought.

When wet, the white pair looked somewhat translucent.

I could handle cartoonish ducks all over my ass.

Cody's dick was dangling on all sides as he struggled once again to pull up the white trunks.

I was right though.

It went much easier than the first attempt, and my roommate managed to get all of his junk and juicy butt slipped into the fabric.

However, when he turned around to show off, I noticed that the top of his ass crack and his bushy hair was visible, and it looked like his ass cheeks were about to burst out of the swimsuit.

The thing was a size, maybe two, too small.

“It fits perfectly!” I spoke.

I may have been exaggerating about the fit but, come on, white was definitely Cody’s color and, for my gay eyes, it was truly the best style he could have pulled off.

“Really? Doesn’t it look too outrageous from behind?”

“No. Trunks are supposed to be tight, that looks great.”

“Okay. Snap a picture then.”

“What?”

“Would you mind posting me in one of your stories on Insta or something?”

What was he on about?!

“Have you lost your mind? I thought you were scared of looking ridiculous. Besides, I barely post anything on my social media.”

“I just want to remind those people who might be following you on Insta how fit I truly am.”

He turned back around to face me.

Dang, the tiny bathing suit did leave very little to the imagination.

His bulge looked humongous as his large monster cock was visibly smashed in the front, his pubes were coming out on top, and the rest of his body— well, it was just muscles on muscles on muscles.

Gorgeous.

My earlier comment about Cody letting himself go since his break-up and the end of the semester really did not hold.

It was such a bullshit statement.

“It’s about Laurie, then?”

“A lot of people follow you…”

“Come on! If you want to get her back or make her horny, just send her a text. Or even better, a naughty picture!”

“I cannot be begging like that, Andy! It’s the best way to turn a girl off.”

“That’s dumb.”

“Look, I don’t know how it works with gay guys but I know how to flirt with a girl.”

“Enlighten me, then. What’s the trick? You put on the tightest pair of trunks you can find and you ask your gay friend to post you on his social media?”

He giggled.

“Exactly! And man, I’m doing this for you, you’re dragging me to the swimming pool. You can help a bro out.”

“Okay, okay… That’s fair. Let me grab my phone.”

“How should I stand?”

“I thought you were the pro!”

“I’ll just flex my arms, Hulk time!” He joked.

He made the iconic Hulk flexing move, contracting his entire body.

“Very classy.” I said, opening the camera on my phone.

He scratched the back of his hair.

“Just post it as a joke, that’ll make more sense. It’ll be cringy if the picture is too serious.”

“I guess… Well, what are you waiting for, flex those big muscles!”

He smiled and obliged.

The scene was a bit silly, but it was fun.

I took a few pictures; he chose one he liked best— his bulge looked enormous in it— and I posted the story with a caption: “Hulk trying a swimsuit for the first time!”

My account was set in private so I did not have many reactions, despite the work of art we had just created.

But on our way to our swimming pool, I let Cody know about the success of the mission.

“Laurie just saw the story.”

Cody smiled through his lightly trimmed beard.

“Good. Let’s remind her how sexy and funny I am.”

“What a catch, huh… You know the worst part is?”

“What?”

“This might actually work.”

“You think?”

“I mean, I guess I’d fall for stupid shit like that. I’m glad Darius isn’t playing me like this.”

“It’s two different stories. Darius and you broke up because you had real issues. Laurie and I, she just needed a break because I became unsufferable for a few weeks.”

“Maybe…”

“Don’t worry, I know the rule. You don’t mingle.”

I smiled as we arrived at the swimming pool.

The cute guy at the desk offered us an annual subscription, but we both went for the trial option.

We were already wearing our swimming-suits below our shorts so we only had to take our clothes off in the locker-room.

I could not wait to see Cody get his white trunks wet.

He should have asked me to take some pictures then, it definitely would have been even more efficient at getting Laurie’s attention.

Although, Instagram may have flagged my content for being outrageously sexual!

Once he had dived in the chlorine pool, Cody’s sex appeal was blown out of the water.

Pardon the pun.

I did my best to focus on my strokes but it was hard not to take a glance at the Adonis swimming by my side.

In fact, after a little while, it seemed pretty clear that everyone at the pool was checking out the hot 25-year-old guy in the sexy pair of white speedos.

Cody did not seem to mind the attention.

I suspected he walked around the entire ledge of the pool only to make sure all the swimmers could have a good look at his astonishing body.

Eh, he needed the boost of confidence, so why not give it to him?

I praised his physique as well and after some warming-up, we challenged each other to a race from one end of the pool to the other, and back to our initial position.

I smoked him!

It took a bit of effort, but I quickly found my rhythm and I beat him to the punch in the last 20 meters.

It felt good to be better than Cody at something for fucking once.

He took his defeat with stoicism.

His ego had been stroked enough by the gazes from a group of older women on the side.

“See, it wasn't that bad!” I told him after our forty-five-minute session.

“Yeah… I still don’t think swimming is my thing though. You might have to find yourself another partner for this crap.”

“What? You seemed to have so much fun parading around.”

He chuckled.

His revealing trunks were still soaking wet and his uncut cock was basically on display for everyone to see.

Cody grabbed his bulge.

“I did that for you, bro.”

“What…. What are you talking about?”

“I know you haven’t had some in weeks, I was just indulging you and offering you some eye candy.”

He tapped my shoulder playfully.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?”

“You didn’t deny the snack though! Come on, let’s hit the showers.”

I followed him there hoping that I could manage to control my erection.

If I were to get hard in front of him, he would be way too smug about it!

The only way I could stay calm was to avoid staring at him, but the showers were communal and he used the shower head right next to mine.

He did it on purpose, taking his speedo off very slowly and then, offering me a front row view of the water dripping on his veiny cock and falling on his ass.

He was one to talk… Cody had been so horny as well.

“You sure you’re not just trying to hit on me?” I asked him as he soaped his junks scandalously.

I mean, he was flaccid, but he was practically stroking himself at this point.

“I’m just having fun. I’m so bored! I’m trying to take it easy until I know what will happen with Laurie.”

“How much longer do you think you can hold on before starting flirting with girls again?”

“Honestly, not too long. I’m a horned-up dog.”

I laughed.

“I can see that.”

“What about you? How long can you wait before getting back out there?”

He was cupping his balls as he spoke.

“We’re on the same boat. I’ve promised myself a break from guys; my life was too hectic, but it’s crazy how boring being single can be once you’ve tasted how fun it is to be with someone.”

“Yeah. We complain when we’re in a relationship, we complain when we’re not. You’re sure it’s over with Darius?”

“I thought you would ask about David.”

“The other D. Why?”

“I guess I can tell you that now.”

He turned the water off and grabbed a towel.

He was so, so hot.

“Tell me what?”

“Well, first of all, I’m pretty sure it’s over with Darius for good, but the other news is that David filed for divorce.”

“Did he?”

“Yep.”

I grabbed my own towel and we walked to the locker-room.

I was sporting no more than a semi which was pretty impressive given the situation.

“How did your boss react?”

“Rebecca. She seems fine. To be fair, someone tried to kill her and she’s probably in danger as we speak. She has other problems to deal with. Also, she doesn’t seem bothered by anything except the polls looking good.”

“I’ve always said that woman is a crazy bitch.”

“Hey, mind your words.”

“Mind your ass out of her husband’s dick!”

He slapped my ass with his towel.

“Touché.”

He smirked.

“So, you’re still into him? Daddy Crown?”

“That’s not the question. The man is literally a sex God so yes, I’ll always be into him. But is it a smart decision to go after him? Definitely not.”

“Okay, but you’re not known to be so smart when it comes to men, so I should assume you’re gonna pursue him anyway…”

“Cody, the day he got shot… I went to see David at the hospital, I wanted to make sure that he was all right.”

“Yeah, and?”

“He… He sort of gave me a declaration of love. He told me he would divorce Rebecca and that he wanted us to be together.”

“Woah. The man has some moves. What did you say?”

“Nothing! And I haven’t talked to him since!”

“Oh… That’s the break from men you were talking about.”

“Yes! See! I’m really trying to keep myself out of trouble.”

“That’s very mature of you. But he’s single now?”

“He is, but I’m still working for his future ex-wife.”

“Yeah… He also has an 18-year-old son. That’s a bit awkward.”

“He’s 19 now.” I said, as if it changed anything. “And I think Zachary likes me— I mean, he was cool with me at the hospital.”

“That’s great then, you can be his step-dad.”

I was the one slapping Cody with my towel this time, as he was sliding up his boxer briefs.

“Just forget it!”

“I’m not judging. You can date whoever.”

I put my shorts back on.

“I don’t know… That’d be crazy, right? Seriously. To consider anything with David Crown?”

“I don’t know, roomie. He’s twice your age, but he does look good and like, life’s too short. He almost died three weeks ago.”

“You’re not helping, man. A good friend should tell me that this is absolutely off limits.”

“Okay, Andy. David is off limits. Be a good boy.”

“Great. That’s convincing…”