It’s the peak of the season, marking the beginning of a series of swim meets before the next full moon. They are training harder, and there’s little time for anything but sleeping, swimming, eating, and sleeping some more. Time on campus feels like a blur, with the ring of the bell jolting them out of a comatose nap in almost every class.
But Josh and Andrew can’t help themselves; tired or not, there’s nothing like sucking each other off when they’re alone in the locker room, especially during a hot shower after a cold, hard swim. Coach Corelli is so used to them being the last two to leave that he’s given Josh the key, requesting him to lock up every night. With this kind of access, they’ve been able to enjoy not only the shower, but also the sauna, the massage room, and of course the pools.
There are three different pools. The Olympic-sized, twelve lane training pool where Josh fucked Andrew on the steel stairs. The deep diving pool where Andrew sucked Josh’s cock on top of the diving board. And then there’s the 100ºF dipping pool where they kissed and stroked each other’s cocks till they blew.
One night they even did a few naked laps, just to feel what it would be like in the pool they usually take so seriously. With their cocks freely swimming from side to side as they went, they got so aroused they both got hard, stopping on the shallow end of the pool to catch their breath. Josh tugged Andrew hard into his lane and planted his hands on the grips of the starting blocks, telling him to hold on as tight as he could. He pulled his body back and stretched out his legs, making Andrew feel like he was floating or flying or just lying on a bed of water. Josh reached through his legs and massaged his balls, feeling his ass with the other hand. Andrew’s body snaked gently on the water, more free and light than it had ever been, the body heat between them keeping them warm. When they were ready, Josh fucked Andrew slowly, but hard, his knuckles white from gripping the middle lane’s handlebars. He rode him like a bull, trying to give him what the wolf in him once did, but both knew it would never compare.
While unofficially accepted as a member of AXE, Andrew still needed to see out the term of his lease, so he’s only set to move into the frat house in a month and on a full moon. With another frat party scheduled, the timing couldn’t be more perfect. The two of them will have an excuse to escape if they need to, you know, pack and stuff. Even if he isn’t accepted as his mate, Josh has decided Andrew is going to get fucked like he’s never been fucked in his life before, the werewolf inside of him howling at the thought.
The next few weeks will tell if they’re bonded forever, with Josh keeping a close eye on any sign of transformation in Andrew. For now, he’s still been the same pale Omega he met just a few weeks ago, six to be exact. Josh hasn’t told anyone in his family about this yet because he’d rather let things happen as they should; it’s never good to force anything, he knows that. The only thing he’s done is visit the library to use the computers, sneaking in after morning swims to research if there were ever any gay werewolves. He logs in with a private account, the code given to him by his grandfather in order to access the largest werewolf archives in the world. To his surprise, he learns that werewolves don’t usually distinguish between males and females, at least not in the sense of choosing an intimate partner. The only importance is to remain authentic to the wolf, letting it decide who and what it wants to bond with for life. Josh knows that both sides of him chose Andrew, the human and the werewolf, which makes him hopeful that he’s finally found his mate. People have always said you can’t choose who you fall for, and what could be more unexpected than him falling for such a small, weak guy.
Through the years he always thought he would someday fall for some strong-headed girl, even though he could never imagine quite how the mating would go. Now and then he imagined falling for some exotic swimmer, like some Brazilian guy with a thick accent, but that’s clearly just a fantasy now. He can’t believe of all the people he could be with, and with his ever-rising status as the College King, he would go for Andrew, the new young swimmer with the flat, but flexible body.
He lets his mind drift ahead in time, and imagines their life together and the pups they could bring into the world. Two strong boys, he thinks, each with half-human, half-werewolf DNA. He thinks of Andrew standing in a kitchen stirring sauce, his belly big and round with the product of their mating. The thought sending a shock up his back and forming goosebumps as it goes. Andrew has so much to learn, but he’ll leave that for the right time. For now, they both just have to keep their head in the game, both in the water and in the classroom, making sure no one knows the depth of the secret between them.
The squad has taken notice of their new-found friendship, but some are still adamant that Andrew needs to be properly initiated before he moves into the house. Josh has been thinking up how he can satisfy them, but he hasn’t quite found a solution yet. “Why don’t you make him plan the whole party?” Josh looks into Michael’s face, the square jaw reflecting a smile.
“Hey, Mikey, that’s actually a great idea! Nice going!”, and they slap hands in a high five, evil smirks on their faces.
At the weekly meeting in the frat’s conference room, Josh decides to announce his cruel intentions to the team. “Guys. Listen up. Andrew’s been given far too easy a ride. He’s a nice guy and all, but he needs to go through a proper initiation to be accepted into this house.”
“Here, here!” they chant, slamming their fists on the table and bumping their heads in agreement.
“So, I have decided that not only will Andrew be planning the next party, but he’ll also be wearing a thong for the entire period leading up to that day. That’s three weeks of a thong swimsuit, a thong under his campus clothes, and wearing nothing but a thong on the day he moves in!” The whole team cheers and shouts, excited and satisfied by the newly invented initiation plan. At that moment, Josh reaches into the bag at his feet and pulls out the thongs, one bright pink one for swimming and lacey ones for the campus. The guys erupt into laughter, brimming with evil pleasure as they imagine the humiliation he’ll have to endure. “Thanks, guys. That’s all for today. See you at practice.”
Once they’ve all left the room, Josh reaches back into the bag and pulls out a gift bag, pushing the thongs deep into the tissue paper inside. It’s 3:00 p.m., which means Andrew should be in his dorm by now. Josh heads over to him clutching the gift bag, feeling a little bit nervous about what he’s about to do. He knows it’s a fantasy for him, but what if Andrew isn’t into it and ends up taking offense? Oh well, either way, he has to go through this to earn his way into the house, a reward that seems worth any pain that precedes it.
When he reaches his door, he gives it three hard knocks with his knuckles and takes a deep breath. Andrew’s roommate opens it, but as the door reaches its full gap, he can see him lying on his bed with his headphones on reading some comic book. “Hey, would you mind giving us a moment?” The roommate nods and scurries out into the hallway, ecstatic that he just brushed shoulders with Mr. Popular himself. Andrew looks up and smiles, pulling the headphones off his head as he sees Josh closing the door.
“What are you doing here?”
Josh walks silently over to him and sits on the edge of the bed; the gift bag scrunched in his hands. “I, uh, I have some good news and some bad news. What do you want first?”
“Bad,” he gulps.
“Okay. Well, you know you need to go through initiation just like all the others did. It wouldn’t be fair otherwise and wouldn’t be good going forward if I didn’t keep it up.” Andrew’s hands cover his mouth, his eyes peeping through his fingers in anticipation of what’s to come. “Here. Open it.”
Andrew takes the bag and slips his hand inside of it, removing the layers of tissue paper to see what he’s gotten himself into. “Oh my god. What is this?”
“You have to wear that novelty flamingo swimsuit for the next three weeks, Drew. And you also have to wear those on campus. That’s the deal. Then you’re in.”
Andrew’s eyes fill with water, a single tear slipping down his cheek and onto his neck. “Oh my god, I love it! Thank you so much!”
Josh pats his legs and laughs, relieved his intentions were well received, both by the squad and by him. Whew, that was a close one. “See you at practice,” he says, squeezing Andrew’s shoulder before he heads out the door.
That evening, the team is more energetic than they’ve been in a while, each swimmer dying to see Andrew in his new bright pink flamingo suit. Coach Corelli has no idea what’s about to go down, telling them to get their caps on while he tells them the warm up. Mid-sentence, he stops, his jaw dropping to the floor as little Andrew comes walking out of the locker room. The team erupts with laughter, slapping each other’s backs and bending over to gasp for air at the hilarious sight of the suit. The only one who’s not laughing is Josh; his eyes are glued to Andrew’s tight little body wrapped in the bright pink novelty flamingo thong.
Andrew is not as fragile as he usually is, twirling and prancing out like a model on the catwalk, his eyes ablaze with the attention he’s getting. His butt and thighs wiggle as he twirls, making him slowly but surely gain the respect of every member of the team. No one can quite believe how well he’s taking it, but they enjoy the whole show nonetheless. Josh has to force himself to think of anything else but that tight pink string stretched between Andrew’s ass; he clearly didn’t calculate what it would do to him to see him like this.
“How’s the asshole doing, mate?” shouts Todd, laughing at the site of the thong.
“You like that, lycra balls!” screams Michael, his voice broken from all the loud laughs.
“Alright! Enough is enough. Get the fuck in the water, every one of you!” shouts Corelli, his face red with rage from the unfolding madness.
Josh pats Andrew on the shoulder, proud of how he handled it all and exceptionally aroused by his strut. If he could, he would rip that thong to the side and lick his ass right out. That’s how hot he is right now. But he needs to contain himself. At least until after practice. He’s really looking forward to the next few weeks of initiation; they both are.