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- Well, all I know is I looked,

and I looked, and I looked.

And there you were.

What about you?

- Well, I was a competitive swimmer

in high school and college.

I was completely competitive.

I always have been.

There was this guy who was like my arch rival.

Anthony Harrington.

And he always kicked my ass.

We were showering together after,

and he says to me,

well, you got me beat there, buddy.

And at first I didn't know what he was talking about.

And then, he gestured at my junk.

And so I checked his out.

And he had, by far, the smallest weenie

I'd ever seen in my entire life.

I actually felt pretty bad for him.

And he said to me, man, I would love

to have a cock like that.

And I said, well, how do you want it?

I mean, I wasn't even thinking.

And he got a hard on right away.

He tried to cover it up, but I saw it.

And he ran out of the showers.

He was mortified.

He was dressed and out the door

before I even dried off.

To be fair, I was kinda flopping it around and shit,

which, you know, I kinda like to do.

- So, you're an exhibitionist.

- I guess.

I mean, like I said, very competitive.

- Well, you do have a beautiful fucking cock.

- Yeah, well, whatever.

So I went home that night and I jerked off

thinking about him, but it wasn't

like I wanted to fuck him.

It was more like, I wanted to dominate him, you know?

Demolish him.

- That's crazy.

- Yeah, it's pretty fucking sick.

So, the next week, we were at finals.

And he couldn't even look me in the eye.

But he still managed to beat me.

But this time it was just by milliseconds,

because I swear to God I just had to beat him.

So after the race, I'm following him out in the dark,

and I take him behind the building into this bunch of trees.

And I fucked his brains out.

- What?

- No condom, no nothing.

I did the deed, and I got my stuff and I was about to go.

But he wasn't quite finished.

And he said, will you hold me while I jerk off.

And I'm like, no fucking way, dude.

Can't you see that I'm done?

I mean, that was what I was thinking in my head.

But, I do consider myself a generous lover,

so I laid back down and I held him.

And then he asked me if I would tell him I loved him.

And I did.

- Role play.

- Yeah, in my head it was total role play.

But the more I said it,

the more I felt like I really meant it.

And the more he responded,

until he was actually crying.

Like, real tears dude.

I felt like I really did love him.

I mean, he was just so vulnerable.

Tough, but so vulnerable.

And it was totally awkward afterwards for the both of us.

And so I was about to leave,

and he said to me,

thank you so much.

Thank you for understanding.

Thank you for being so real.

Thank you for letting me beat you today.

I was like, dude, I didn't let you beat me.

And he was like,

yeah, you did.

You always let me beat you.

- Wow.

- In some way, like you,

I guess I'm always trying to repeat that one experience.

- Did you see him again?

- No, actually I didn't want to.

Though, I think he did.

- What happened to him?

- He was killed in Iraq.

He joined special services, I know that.

Maybe even a SEAL.

He was a killer swimmer.

Strong, strapping and strong.

He died saving the life of his partner.

You know, his SEAL partner.

- Geeze.

- The funeral was so fucking intense.

Thousands of people, and his partner

was just sobbing uncontrollably the whole time.

I was watching him and I could tell

he was trying to keep it together,

but once those tears started flowing,

it was just all over.

- Damn.

- All I kept thinking was,

they must have been lovers, you know?

Can you imagine that?

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