I swim, He swim

“Aarggh!!! Go out go out!” I tried to shoo Mr Prince Charming away.

I was taking a shower in his bathroom when he nonchalantly walked in and asked me a question.

Not like it was a life and death decision-making question. Without a change of expression, he asked me, “Are you Tan Sri Lim’s grandson?”

I turned my naked back to him and said politely replied, “No, I do not know Tan Sri Lim.”

He was so focused on asking the question and studying my face to seek for my resemblance to Tan Sri Lim until he forgot he walked into someone in the middle of a shower.

It’s not like I could lock the bathroom anyway. His bathroom connects to his walk-in wardrobe and is enclosed by glass. It is frosted on the outside but mirrors your reflection on the inside. It’s really suitable for exhibitionist and vain people like Mr Prince Charming who have pecs, biceps and a six-pack abdomen (not to mention a perky butt).

I came out in my speedos. Mr Prince Charming had changed into his speedos too. Today I have made a swimming date with Mr Prince Charming. I am comfortable with my body but not totally confident with it. I have a poorly-defined four pack and I still need a lot of work on my body. Imagine my surprise to discover Mr Prince Charming sprouting an erection in his speedos when he saw me coming out of the bathroom. I showed him a funny face and quickly walked out the room. That ought to amuse him and curb his erection. Had I stared any longer, the singular erection would turn plural. Wouldn’t you when you see a handsome man with gym fit, toned, six-pack body having an erection in his tight speedos?

I am not very tall at 178cm and Mr Prince Charming is about my height. That makes it a perfect height to kiss when we are both standing. He is physically fitter than me and looks really hot (especially in his speedos). I think I am a geek but Mr Prince Charming thinks otherwise. He has banned me from going to Marketplace after my virgin visit with him. He mentioned that he leaves me for a moment to go to the washroom and the guys start approaching me. That’s how attractive he thinks I am. I still think I am a big nerd.

Since I am physically less fit-looking than him, Mr Prince Charming thinks it will be easy to bully me in sports. I swim three times a week and become a fish the moment I jump into the pool. He’s in for a surprise!

As we walked to the swimming pool area, a muscle mary walked past us with a takeaway pack of McD breakfast. We just ignored him. When we got into the pool, he came after a while and sat at the side of the pool. We just ignored him as he pretended to sunbath in his pajamas (he was probably stealing glance at Mr Prince Charming’s body) and continued swimming.

“I’ll race you to the other end of the pool,” Mr Prince Charming challenged me.

“Okay sir!” I took up his offer.

“No,” I am not finished. “Underwater. Without taking a breath,” he added.

I pretended I didn’t know how to do that and asked him to teach me. In fact, I could actually hold my breath underwater for about 1 minute and 30 seconds (6 minutes without oxygen the brain dies). Thanks to my training with a state swimming coach once upon a time (a close friend of my brother), I acquired the proper breathing techniques and strokes.

We raced each other to the other end of the pool, swimming underwater, without taking a breath. Mr Prince Charming reached first, few seconds ahead of me. With all that muscle power, he’s definitely has the strength to propel himself across the pool.

I followed closely behind and surfaced with a smile on my face, trying to look like gorgeous merman coming out of the water. We both took deep breaths after that intense pool crossing activity.

“Why are you not panting?” Mr Prince Charming questioned me as he was panting heavily with all his might.

Whoops. Cover almost blown. I quickly started panting as well. I learned that Mr Prince Charming haven’t been swimming for a few months but he’s still extremely agile in the water. Must be all that muscles. I humbly informed him that I swim once in a while (I last swam few days ago).

Satisfied with my answer, he proposed for a more intense activity.

“Are you up for it?” he asked me in the most seductive manner.

Shyly, I answered, “Yes, if you want to do it as much as I do.”

We saw that the muscle mary (who was ogling at Mr Prince Charming) has left. It was only the two of us. Two semi-naked guys clad in speedos in a quiet pool.

And we did it. Mr Prince Charming challenged me to swim 10 laps nonstop from one end of the pool to the other.

We swam almost as fast as each other. I got to assess Mr Prince Charming’s athletic prowess and I was impressed. I finally have a playmate in the pool.

It was really a good workout. Feeling good and pumped with endorphins after the swim, we went for a healthy brunch.

The End.

Sometimes God calms the storm. At other times, he calms the sailor. And sometimes he makes us swim.
Little Dove