As my thrust became harder and harder I felt both my balls and his begin to fill. With the most amazing orgasm of my life, we came at the same time. I collapsed on the bed next to Mitch, as my now flaccid cock slid out of his gaping hole. We laid like this for several minutes as we slowed our breathing, and our hearts returned to normal. Mitch was the first to break the silence. “I thought I was just your substitute. I thought when I left, that it was over.
You made that perfectly clear,” Mitch said, choking up. “I almost did not come back, I was going to transfer colleges because I did not think I could face you again.” I still had not raised my head, I did not want Mitch to see the tears falling from my eyes. When I did not say anything, Mitch stopped talking. After a few minutes, I gained control, and raised my head to look into his gorgeous blue eyes. “I had the worst three weeks of my life.
I broke it off with Kamerun, I fucked up my dive, pissed off my coach, and had no idea why. Until I opened that door and saw you. At that moment I knew what it was. I missed you. I missed being with you, even if it did not seem I was. Something changed that last time, you know, after I had my cast off. I no longer needed you, but I did not know yet that now all I wanted was you. I needed you for a different reason.
I still do not think I am gay, or even bi, but you will never again be my substitute.” Mitch smiled bigger than I had ever seen him “as long as I am not your bitch now,” he laughed. “No not my bitch,” I said giving him a jab to the ribs, “now you’re just my Mitch!” “Very funny,” Mitch said leaning to kiss me again. So that is how my last year of college began. Mitch and I had a very aggressive relationship. We still did not hang out with each other away from the dorm.
We both continued dating girls, but never anything serious, and we never brought anyone back to our dorm. It was now a sacred place, just for us. We continued this way through the entire school year. As graduation approached, our relationship changed. We spend more time just being with each other, not always fucking. We fell asleep in each other’s arms every night. The night before graduation, we spent the entire evening making love. We continued well into the night.
Before we fell asleep, we agreed to meet back here at the room after graduation. We planned on having on last ‘hoorah’ before I left. I was busy all the next day, greeting my parents, having lunch with them, and saying goodbye to friends and my swim/dive team. The dive I had been perfecting all year paid off at the National Finals. I was offered a place on the US Olympic dive team, my dreams were coming true.
It took awhile after the ceremony to break away, but I finally said goodbye to my parents, as I was driving home in my own car. I ran all the way back to the dorm room so we could begin our private goodbye. I opened the door to find the room empty. I dashed down the hall to the bathroom thinking Mitch was there, only to have my hopes flushed. I slowly walked back down the hall to my room.
I looked at the empty side of the room, my stuff was already loaded into my car, and slowly walked to Mitchell’s bed. As I started to lie down to take one last deep breath of his scent, I saw an envelope laying there. ‘Dear Steven, I just could not bear the thought of saying goodbye to you. I know that you will go on with your life, and I will go on with mine.
Eventually we will shove this past year to the back of our memories, only to bring them back occasionally when something reminds us of each other. Hell, I don’t know if I will ever be able to swim again without being reminded of you. I hope you understand why I could not meet you tonight, time to move on. Just know when you are standing on the diving platform, pausing to gain your concentration, I will be there with you giving you that added height you need to perform perfectly.
You never know, I may very well have built the platform you dive from. I will be watching from wherever I may be, watching as you rise into the air performing that perfect dive, making your country proud, but more importantly, making me proud to have been a part of your life. And then, I will be with you as you lower your head for the official to place that gold medal around your beautiful neck. And I will be there singing our national anthem right along beside you.
As the flag lowers, and the world watches you tear up, only I will know the tears are for a different reason. So go and concur the world SWIM! All my love, your substitute, your Mitch. P.S. I can’t wait to see you in that US swim team Speedo!!