College Dormitory Buddies - A Story

[Swimboy87]

Part 1

 

The unusually long monsoon rains that battered the region did little to dissuade Yuuji from tenaciously attacking his laps at the pool or the track whenever there was a respite in the weather. With a sharp dive, he shattered the glassy surface surface of the Olympic-sized swimming pool, sending ripples cascading outward. The tranquil atmosphere after the rain was gleefully interrupted by the rhythmic splashes of Yuuji’s measured pulls and kicks, executed with near-perfect timing. His swimming strokes could easily put any observer into a state of zen. His speed was brisk yet unhurried, laborious yet fluid, intense yet remarkably coordinated—like a finely tuned machine.

 

Yuuji didn’t swim for applause or attention; he was indifferent to others sharing the pool with him. This quiet introvert was accustomed to training solo in his private lap pool back home in Japan. Having transferred to the top university in Singapore for his course, he found himself sharing everything - the pool, the dorm room, even the showers. This drastic change didn’t sit well with him, but his resilient nature meant you’d never hear a hint of complaint from him. Nevertheless, Yuuji is a lone wolf and will always be.
 
Yuuji’s steady momentum was suddenly disrupted by a massive splash as if someone had cannonballed himself into the lane beside him. He quickly refocused and executed a tight flip-turn as he approached the wall. Meanwhile, Baxton hastily pulled down his goggles to catch up with his sole competitor. His loosely fitted Aussiebum nylon trunks nearly slipped off in the rush. Nonetheless, it was amazing how someone with such a muscular build could glide through the water with such finesse and speed.

 

In contrast to Yuuji’s technique, Baxton’s strokes were bold and a bit arrogant. His natural competitiveness drove him to close the gap on anyone he saw as a challenger. Baxton was still feeling the aches from a rugby game the previous day and had intended to take it easy with some recovery laps. The sight of Yuuji’s impressive swimming reignited his competitive spirit. Stroke after stroke, Baxton inched closer and closer to his self-proclaimed rival. Every fiber of his muscles screamed in protest, but his pride wouldn’t let him slow down or give up. He had been drilled to push through, not back down. The duo swam through the waters in near-perfect synchronicity, even as the rain threatened to mar their stellar performance. Yuuji, focused on his pursuit of excellence, and Baxton, intent on besting his rival, remained oblivious to the heavy downpour that had returned with a vengeance. Yuuji had five more laps to go. Baxton was determined to touch every wall just a heartbeat faster than Yuuji, just in case this was Yuuji’s last lap.
 
Despite his fatigue, Baxton couldn’t help but steal glances at his competitor’s striking physique. Yuuji, with his subtle tan, still had a complexion that could be called porcelain-like—flawless and taut. They wrapped around his muscles delicately betraying every fiber, vein, and vessel. The half-Japanese boy was ripped like a runway model. Or, in Baxton’s mind, he resembled the Japanese models from the naughty sites he purveyed every night before he slept. Not the gay ones. The hunks who were fucking girls. Baxton restricted himself to watching certain kinds of visual indulgences, somewhat to reassure himself that he was still walking the straight path. His vigorous climatic endings were timed, however, according to the explosive finishes of the boy hunks. As Baxton glided through the water, his gaze couldn’t help but drift past Yuuji’s stunning abs down to the pristine white arena trunks, which were so low-cut they offered barely concealed the boy’s tool or his bubblicious butt. If it weren’t for the way his muscles craved more blood flow, Baxton’s own dick would have strained against the confines of his snug nylon trunks.
 
Yuuji kept a steady pace throughout his final lap, opting not to make a last-minute dash to outswim Baxton. Almost as soon as he touched the wall, he pulled himself out of the pool in a swift motion and quickly walked away from his unexpected swimming companion. Baxton was taken aback by Yuuji’s utter lack of sociability. He had expected a friendly exchange of sorts, but none was granted. He saw Yuuji slip on swim shorts and scurry off in the pouring rain. What a guy! Baxton took a big gulp of the chlorinated water and sprayed it in the air like an Olympic swimmer finishing his race and sank back into the quietness of the water. Images of Yuuji’s boyish charm and athletic physique floated through his wandering thoughts as he relaxed in the water. “I must meet him again,” he thought.  

 

---

 

For those who enjoyed the Part 1 of this story, stay tuned for the subsequent chapters.

For those who want to savor my previous story "My Triathlete Buddies" you may access them them in the link below.

 

http://swimboy87.wordpress.com

Edited 17 hours ago by Swimboy87

[Steve5380]

Yes please,  keep writing.  What you describe of your "Yuuji" is what I admire in many Japanese boys. Slim and short, what they can do with their bodies surpasses what other ethnicities can do.  At my age it is not so much sexual excitement anymore,  it is more a likeness of aesthetics.

[kefinloke]

Happy to read your stories again!

[Swimboy87]

Part 2
 
Yuuji could hardly keep his eyes open as he finalized the last touches on his sketch. Anyone familiar with the life of an architecture student knows it's incredibly grueling. Although Yuuji ranked among the top students at his college in Japan, adjusting to life in Singapore was hardly a breeze. The lecturers had high expectations, especially given his father's reputation as a renowned architect behind several notable case studies in their research. The seemingly endless workload forced architecture students to spend late nights at school or pull all-nighters in the hostel. Yuuji was no exception. Alongside his heavy academic responsibilities, he also had to navigate life with his... dormitory mates. Having just received last-minute approval for his dorm application, he found himself randomly plunged into a rowdy sports dormitory. His roommate, Everett, happened to be the rugby team captain. He treated every roommate he ever got as the bane of his existence. Everett had a knack for ensuring every assigned roommate either transferred out or faced a constant barrage of torment, all so he could take full ownership of the room. None of the roommates dared to take on someone as built as Everett. So, one by one, out they went.  
 
The first night Yuuji shifted into his dorm, Everett had a girl sleepover without first informing his new roommate. Yuuji was rudely awakened by the shameless whelps of the girl as the rugby beast pounded her from behind to no end. It happened again two hours later. This time, his eyes opened to the sweaty naked captain carrying and fucking her like a ragdoll. Everett's sexual prowess was well-known among cheerleaders and his rugby teammates. The night's activities left a multitude of sexual thoughts coursing through Yuuji's over-tired mind. Much as he was aroused by the sporadic sex scenes, he was also turned off by the whole shamelessness of the situation. Being an incredibly private person, Yuuji considered sex to be an intimate affair between two individuals, not something to be displayed so frivolously. His first night in the dorm room left him sexually charged, disgusted, and exhausted, all at the same time. His simplistic brain could not make sense of all of it. The mad pounding early in the morning was the last straw. He grabbed his Muji bag pack and stormed out for his gym session before class began.
 
"Cass is staying tonight again. Maybe this whole week. If you mind the noise, stay with a friend."
 
Yuuji was infuriated when he received the obnoxious text from his roommate later that afternoon. Still, he knew better than to lodge a formal complaint. Doing so would incur the wrath of the entire rugby team. After dinner, he found a secluded study table in school to set up camp. He tried to self-soothe by telling himself he had a ton of work to complete anyway. He meticulously wiped down the table's surface before organizing his workspace just as he liked it: drawing charcoal on the left, sketch pad in the center, phone and laptop directly in front, and water bottle to the right. The classical symphonies flowing through his noise-canceling headphones drowned out the annoying sounds of the crickets outside. He was truly in the zone.

 

Yuuji immersed himself in his creativity for hours, losing track of time in the enjoyable rhythm of his work. Some might label him eccentric, but he found great satisfaction in a well-organized schedule incorporating fixed work, exercise, and reading times. He swam thirty laps thrice weekly at the same pace. His fitness routine also included three 10-kilometer runs and four gym workouts—two dedicated to upper body strength, one focused on his lower body, and the last aimed at improving his core strength and flexibility. Yuuji typically went to bed at midnight and rose at seven in the morning. His day began with a refreshing fruit juice and ended with a protein shake. He carefully monitored his intake to reach a daily total of two thousand two hundred calories, which helped him maintain his muscular build and low body fat percentage. While many aspire to a disciplined lifestyle, Yuuji actually lives it. His love for simplicity, neatness, and cleanliness further sets him apart from others, particularly from his rugby roommate, who embodies a much messier lifestyle.
 
Yuuji powered down his workstation at twelve o'clock and rested his head on the table, hoping to grab some sleep in that awkward position. He knew this wasn't a lasting solution, but he needed a full night's uninterrupted rest to get through class the following day. His mind was still clouded with the vivid sex scenes from the night before. The absence of a private space left him feeling sexually pent up without an opportunity for release. While his days were consumed by work, the serenity of the night allowed his imagination to roam freely into the realm of sensuality. An hour later, he jolted awake to find a familiar face with bright, sharp eyes gazing at him.
 
"Hey, swimmer."
 

[Fitrunboy]

Part 1 and 2 are great but your Triathlete Buddies stories are amazing. 

 

Cannot wait to see how the story develops from here.