The Swim Club.
Part 2. Options.
Noah grabbed his kit bag and his EA7 puffer and headed towards the exit. The bulge in his pants was slowly settling down, though his head was still spinning as he thought about what Ethan had just said to him "he was just being kind, right?" he said quietly to himself as he opened the doors and walked out into the warm summer evening. Then he saw him. Ethan. He was outside watching the doors. Waiting.
"dude, your face was a picture in the locker room..." Ethan said with a beaming smile.
"What?, oh right yeah. Well I wasn't sure if you meant it" Noah said desperately trying to sound casual but also desperate to hear the answer. Well, the answer he wanted at least.
" Sure I meant it. You do look good, I like the chav look dude. It suits you"
Noah then realised what Ethan had meant. He was just talking about how he dressed when he'd complimented him. He felt a little gutted.
"Oh right, thanks Ethan. Yeah I like the clothes. I'm a bit of an advert for chavs I guess " Noah replied hoping his blushes had gone unnoticed.
They hadn't.
Seeing them and hearing Noah's flustered response Ethan enjoyed torturing him a little further,
"...but I guess you do look pretty cute too Noah. Your physique has certainly developed since joining the squad. You're quite fit now " he teased.
With that Noah's cock stirred and his McKenzie's started to tent up once again. He replied "...well I've had a good teacher haven't I ?"
Where was this going? Noah thought to himself. With just three weeks left before possibly never seeing Ethan again he decided to go for broke, so added
"...I've always really liked your body Ethan, you look really fit too. I'd do anything to get mine to look even a bit like yours..."
There. He'd said it.
He'd laid his cards out on the table.
Surely Ethan would pick up on the hint. It wasn't exactly subtle.
But instead, Ethan did a 180 in the direction the conversation was heading.
"..so what got you distracted today man?" he asked
"Huh?" was all Noah could manage
"You said your times were down cos you were distracted.." Ethan quizzed further.
"...oh yeah, right..." Noah replied. "...well as my time in halls runs out in a few weeks and I don't have the money to rent anywhere it's looking likely that I'm gonna have to move back into my room at my parents place.." Noah said, genuinely sounding dispondant.
"Oh fuck, yeah that sucks" Ethan said unhelpfully.
".. right! I really don't want to do it mate. I feel I've kinda moved on..." Noah added.
".. so you're a little desperate then?" Ethan asked
"I am yeah. I'm out of options.." Noah replied.
Ethan looked Noah up and down. It was subtle and easily missed but Noah had spotted it. Again he was very aware of the bulge forming in his joggers.
"You may not be actually. I might be able to help you out with that..." Ethan said fidgeting slightly.
Noah's eyes widened "..yeah, how so mate?.." he knew it was unlikely but he hoped Ethan had a spare room and didn't want rent money. He could pay him in other ways he thought.
"..well I know a guy that would help you out. He's the man I work for and he did the same to me.." Ethan continued "...he's helped out a few of the squad over the years. He helped Cameron and that lad Scott out just before they left the team"
That should have set alarm bells ringing in Noah's ears as both Cameron and Scott hadn't just left the team. They had been kicked off the squad by the coach. They had both followed the same pattern. Both of them had been in their final years at Uni. Both then started to get their bodies tattooed and then their lap times had started to suffer as they seemed less and less committed to the swim team. They would miss practice sessions and both seemed more interested in smoking weed than training in the gym. Eventually Coach had no choice but to drop them off the squad altogether. A short time later and both had left Uni before they'd completed their courses.
But he didn't hear alarm bells. Noah heard hope, "..so what is he like a loan shark or something?" He asked.
"..nah not really.." replied Ethan "..He is a pretty serious piece of work though so you don't want to mess him about. He'd give you money but you'd have to repay it by working at his clubs" he explained.
"..oh right, so like being paid in advance?" Noah said
".. yeah sort of I guess." Ethan replied "...it's pretty full on man but the tips are good if you give it all you've got.." he continued.
"I've never done bar work before" Noah confessed. "..I'm not sure I'd know how to work behind a bar? Does he offer training..?" Noah asked innocently.
"Oh don't worry, you've definitely got the skill set he's looking for and yeah he's very committed to training his newbies. Anyway it's not so much working behind the bar, more like working the bar itself..." Ethan said.
Noah looked a little confused at this comment.
Ethan continued "...as in the clients tell you what they want and you give it to them..."
Noah wrongly assumed this meant drink orders.
Ethan added "...but as I said man, he's a pretty fuckin serious guy and his clubs are proper full on busy so don't borrow from him unless you're happy to work for him"
"I'm not sure I have much choice. I really don't wanna move back to my parents place. Don't think I could take the endless questions about when I'm going to settle down with a girl .." Noah said candidly. He was surprised he'd added that last bit.
"Well I guess that won't be anytime soon, you've never had a girlfriend have you" Ethan said.
Noah was surprised that Ethan knew this and also noticed it hadn't been said as a question but rather as a fact. Noah didn't know anyone had paid his love life, or rather the lack of it any attention.
"Well, er there have, er i mean..." Noah spluttered trying to think of an answer. "..mate it's fine" Ethan said interrupting "..not everyone's into girls. I get it, really I do. And anyway it's no suprise cos' I've seen you checking me out during practice and in the showers."
Noah's face turned bright red. Any hope of trying to hide his embarrassment had just gone. He'd didnt think anyone had ever spotted him checking out his team mates. Sometimes it was impossible NOT to look at them as they showered. It wasn't unheard of for some of the more confident ones to be naked and walk around with a semi and not care who saw their aroused cocks. Noah would watch them as they chatted and loved it as they occasionally checked themselves with their hands and casually squeeze the tips of their cocks like guys sometimes do without really thinking about it. Noah certainly thought about it and hoped they did too. He hoped that they were trying to tease the younger team members. On a couple of occasions the showers had become too much and his own cock had insisted on stirring. He'd shower quickly and leave before anyone noticed the bulge forming in the blue lycra of his team Speedo.
Or at least he thought It had been before anyone had noticed.
He really believed he'd been careful not to be spotted looking at his team mates, at their muscles or at their semi hard cocks as they hung from their dripping wet bodies.
But now, outside talking to Ethan it was obvious he hadnt been anywhere near careful enough. He didn't know what to say so just shuffled awkwardly from side to side, keeping his hands inside his puffer wishing the ground would swallow him up.
The truth was if Noah hadnt been so distracted during the showers he would have realised Ethan had always been watching him. Some time ago, during a post race shower Noah had been watching one of the other swimmers. A lad called Ben. He was 21 and gorgeous. A little shorter than Noah with the most flawless black skin he had ever seen. Like the others on the team his body was lean and toned. He kept his hair cut short and had big puppy like brown eyes that sat on his perfect face. His nipples were large and hard and we're the perfect jewels on his chiseled chest. He was amongst the group that didn't wear his Speedo's in the shower and like the reputation suggests Ben's cock was huge. Its circumcised head on the tip of a nine inch monster. He was opposite Noah with his back to him. Noah was even more horny than normal and was enjoying watching the soap bubbles run down Ben's muscular back and into his pert arse crack. From there the water ran down the smooth skin of his legs and disappear down the drain hole. As Ben washed his hair with both hands Noah forgot his own rule of discretion and just stared utterly transfixed by what he saw . When he realised he quickly looked away and saw Ethan looking straight at him. He'd been watching Noah staring at his team mate but just smiled and winked at Noah, who in his panic looked away and hoped what just happened hadn't just happened.
Red faced and shuffling awkwardly Noah mumbled "..erm, yeah I may have sometimes checked out the lads Ethan but jeez it's hard not to when there walking around with semi's..." was all he could think of as his answer.
".. don't worry dude, your secrets safe with me, and I don't blame you. They are a fit bunch, in fact that's why I've fucked two of them .." Ethan replied matter of factly.
Noah couldn't quite believe what Ethan had just said. He'd heard a rumour about him but never thought it was actually true. Then Ethan added a comment that made Noah's swollen cock stand up stiff.
"...maybe I could make that three if you're up for it?"
"You being serious?" Noah asked hopefully.
"100% I am. I've seen your Speedos stuffed with your junk. I reckon there's something inside them that would enjoy the attention of my mouth..." Ethan said as he stepped towards Noah. He then planted a kiss on Noah's lips. It wasn't a full on french kiss but nor was it a friendly kiss on the cheeks either. He held it for a second or so and pulled back. He then winked again and glancing down at Ethan's obvious bulge added "...looks like something is keen on the idea" and with that he reached out and gently cupped Noah's cock through the material of his black Nike joggers.
"Shit Ethan, I'd love that. I've wanted you ever since I first saw you.." Noah said breathlesly. He couldn't quite believe where the conversation had gone. Or how quickly it had gone there. But he wasn't complaining.
"Listen Noah" Ethan said, bringing him back to earth. ".. I've gotta go out now but I'll message you this guys number. Have a serious think about it before you call him as there's no going back once he's lent you money but I reckon you'd earn him a lot at the club. I could even help you with your training if you like.."
" Yes please man, that would be great" Noah blurted out. He wasn't listening to any of the subtle warnings Ethan was giving him. The thought of more time with Ethan at his apartment was extremely appealing after what had just happened and was all he could think about.
"..cool. Maybe we can compare physiques too. Make sure you bring your Speedos..". Ethan said as he started to walk away.
Noah was left standing alone in the car park of the swimming block. He stuffed his hands inside his joggers and rearranged his rock hard cock so it lay over to the left and watched as Ethan disappeared round the corner. For a few moments Noah didn't move. Then, with a smile he picked up his kit bag and walked off in the opposite direction back to his room.
As he arrived at his apartment block his phone bleeped with an incoming message. It was from Ethan and started with a phone number. The it read
"..hey dude. This is the guys number. I don't know what his first name is but people call him Mr Ink 'cos he owns a tattoo place in town. Have a proper think about it and if you're prepared to earn it he will definitely lend you the money. You're exactly the look he likes in his club. Just don't let him down man, he's not the sort to muck about."
And that was it. The phone number for the man that could change Noah's future. He figured he could borrow some money , work it back serving drinks and that would mean not having to move back in with his parents.
He hadn't really noticed the multiple times Ethan had warned him not to mess this guy around. About how he should seriously think about it before making the call. And about how hard the work would be. No, Noah could only focus on two things now. Firstly on the chance to get some money and secondly on the very real possibility of fucking Ethan.
Later that evening Noah picked up his phone. He stared at the screen for a few seconds and almost put the phone back down but instead he looked around his room. He liked having his own space. He didn't have much in the way of furnishings but it was his space and he didn't want to loose that freedom. Sure he'd have to move out of halls but maybe he could borrow enough to pay the rent on a small apartment in town. So he opened up Ethan's message and held the cursor on the number. Tapping the option to 'call' he lifted the phone to his ear as it connected and rang. After about six rings it clicked and a voice said...
"Who's this? I don't recognise this number.."
Fuck, Noah thought he did sound serious. No small talk with this guy.
"Er, is that Mr Ink? My name's Noah and my friend Ethan has given me your number as he said you may be able to help me with a loan.." Noah said nervously.
"..Ethan? Ethan gave you my number did he? How do you know young Ethan?" Mr Ink demanded in a deep, gravely voice. He sounded like a man that had smoked a lot of cigarettes in his life.
"He's my swim team captain. I'm on the university swim team with him. He said you may have a job in your club that I could do to pay back the loan.."
"Did he now? Well he may be right, but I'd have to see you first. I'm very particular about how the staff in my club look. It's what keeps my customers coming back for more. If you're on the swim team you're probably exactly that look. I've had quite a few Sharks work for me over the years but I'd have to see you first." Mr Ink said.
Noah was surprised he knew the name of the swim team but remembered Ethan had said other swimmers had worked for him and figured that he probably just didn't want fat, out of shape dudes working in his club as they might sweat and look rough and not be the look the customers liked and so didn't really think anymore of it.
"..well, maybe I could come for an interview. Then you could see me.." Noah pushed. He really wanted the money and had taken the first leap by dialling Mr Inks number and thought there was no going back now.
"..maybe I could. How old are you Noah?" Mr Ink enquired.
"I'm 21. So old enough to serve drinks " Noah replied hopefully.
"Ok. Come to my tattoo shop called Inks tomorrow afternoon at 2. Bring your Sharks Speedos with you. I wanna see what you look like."
Noah look confused, " Excuse me? Did you say bring my Speedos with..."
As he asked the question the line clicked and a continuous tone replaced the connection . Mr Ink had hung up.
Noah dropped the phone from his ear and looked at the screen. He closed the connection and stared at the dark screen.
He took a moment to take in what Mr Ink had said.
"Bring my Speedos?" He asked out loud.
He thought about it and figured that this Mr Ink clearly liked his staff to look a certain way and that look was obviously not limited to just their faces. Noah was proud of his physique and very used to being seen in nothing more than his blue Sharks swim kit so grabbed them from the drawer he kept them in along with his underwear and stuffed them into his kit bag ready for his interview tomorrow.
"Fuck it" he said out-loud to himself " I need this money. If this Mr Ink wants to perv at me in my Speedos he can. Maybe it will give the old man a thrill"
Noah's assessment of Mr Ink was very wrong. If he thought he was a pervy old man that he could distract with his Speedos he was in for a shock. A fucking big shock. Mr Ink would indeed want to see Noah standing in front of him wearing nothing but his team Speedos but it wasn't to give him some sort of cheap thrill.
It was to assess him.
To decide whether Noah could earn the money to repay the loan. Noah would be worked hard in the club and Mr Inks customers were very demanding.
He didn't know it but as he walked around his small room and made himself a coffee it was the last time Noah wouldn't have Mr Inks presence stamped on his body.
From tomorrow Noah would be owned by Mr Ink.
To be continued...
