Andy Keeps Trying - Chapter 04

ANDY KEEPS TRYING

Chapter 4: Andy swims in dangerous waters

I began settling into a healthy new routine.

I worked hard Monday through Friday, all the while trying to manage my hours so that I did not burn out, making sure to dedicate some of my evenings to my personal life.

I was not dating anyone, so it was very much about my personal development.

I went swimming at least twice a week; every Saturday morning and once after work, usually on Tuesdays.

I went to the Coping with Trauma meeting every Friday, and as Adrian had promised, it became helpful after a few sessions.

I never took it upon myself to share my own story, but hearing people's stories of strength and resilience every week was inspiring.

A big part of what kept me coming back every week was Felicia.

It’s funny, because I had an admiration for her that was very similar to the admiration I had for Rebecca, even though the two women were polar opposites.

Rebecca was the definition of a closed-off person— hard to read, focused solely on her goal and career, while Felicia lived to care about other people and to feel her emotions to the fullest.

It was the only way, she told us, to get over them and find true happiness.

I guess I learned a lot from both women.

The other thing that kept me going to the meetings (though this may sound strange given our complicated history) was Adrian.

We got into the habit of chatting after every meeting while eating cookies, until it turned into a drink, and by the beginning of summer, we were having dinner together on Friday nights.

Usually sushi, sometimes Indian food.

We had one rule: we were not allowed to talk about work.

Since Adrian was covering (and criticizing) a campaign I was deeply involved in, it was smarter to stay away from politics.

It was the best decision we could have made.

Because we were very invested in our respective jobs, this rule forced us to talk about topics we would not have normally discussed.

We got very personal, and very deep (no pun intended), very quickly.

I think the CwT meetings got us so comfortable in our raw emotions that we were still in that same mood afterwards.

When you heard a woman talking about how her best friend died in her arms during a school shooting, pretty much everything else seemed okay to discuss afterwards.

I talked to Adrian about my childhood in the middle of nowhere and he told me about his alcoholic father who died when he was a teenager.

He was still very close to his mother, who was Korean. She had met his American dad at the coffee shop they were both working in.

It was pretty heavy stuff, but Adrian had obviously worked through his issues.

He had a great deal of insight on his father’s behaviors. It was impressive to see how detached he had become over the situation.

Of course, we also discussed more trivial things (and thank God!).

I shared anecdotes about living deep in the country, we started talking about our favorite childhood TV shows, our crushes on our math or history teachers, and our favorite seasons of Ru Paul's Drag Race.

Adrian was a big fan.

The strange thing was that even though we were getting close, we never saw each other or even texted during the rest of the week.

I spent time with Adrian every Friday night, but otherwise, we lived our own very separate lives.

If we ran into each other at a public event, like another Rebecca's rally, we would acknowledge each other with a quick nod of the head and that was it.

In some ways, it could resemble a secret adulterous relationship, except that we were both single— I learned this about him at our third meeting— and we did not have sex with each other.

Not that I did not find him attractive (I definitely did!), and not that the idea never crossed my mind, but I knew it would only complicate things just as I was finally getting back to a good place.

It had been a while since I had felt so at peace, meaning I was in no hurry to find myself in another relationship.

What about David, you may ask.

Well, I did text him, earlier in the month.

Precisely because I was trying to make better decisions; I thought it was the right thing to do.

I wanted to take my time, but I also did not want to leave him hanging.

If he was honestly waiting for me— which I still had trouble believing— then it was not fair to not give him an answer.

I spent more than an hour writing a text that I was not even completely satisfied with in the end.

Still, it was the best I could do to convey my true feelings.

“Hi David. I hope your recovery is going well. I'm reaching out to you, trying to be as honest as possible about where I am. I can’t deny that I’m attracted to you. Saying otherwise would be a lie. However, what happened between us before led us (and many other people) into such a mess that I'm scared to even consider going on a normal date with you. Whatever that might even look like. Not only that, I don't want to get caught in the middle of a divorce, I'm still working for Rebecca… I'm recently single and trying to figure out what I really want. I need to focus on myself. I don't want you to waste your time waiting for something that might never happen. I wish you the best.”

That was as sincere as I could have been and I was proud of me. Andy 2.0. was mature and thoughtful!

David took his sweet time replying. I wondered if he was struggling as much as I did.

His text came two full days later.

And as always, he was much better than I was at telling me how he felt in just a few words.

“Might never happen” is not a definite no. I like that. And I have time. I’ve been trapped in a loveless marriage for 25 years. I can wait a little more. Take care, David.”

You see my problem now!

Here I was, doing my best to make a healthy, moral decision, and then I get a bomb like that.

It only made me want to get on my knees and relax that freshly-out gay man by sucking his cock deep and making it so damn sloppy.

At this point, it had been months and months since I had done anything remotely sexual with David… And yet, the few times we had hooked up were still very much imprinted in my mind.

After a while, I thought I should redownload GrindR and find a few hook-ups to prevent myself from obsessing over David Crown.

I would certainly be able to think more clearly with my balls empty.

I was considering this while I changed in the locker room of the swimming pool.

I was at the pool on a Thursday night which was unusual, but I had worked late on Tuesday and Wednesday.

Rebecca had two rallies in a row as well as a few important interviews.

It had been some intense few days. Hence, my decision to take a swim at the pool to clear my mind later in the week.

At this late hour, there were only a few people there.

I checked out a hot hairy guy— about 40 years old— peeling off a pair of boring plain black swimming trunks and revealing a fairly large hairy and cut dick underneath.

He changed back into his cargo shorts. He was leaving.

Probably straight anyway… Yep, he wore a wedding ring. Andy 2.0. did not go anywhere near that.

I dove in the water in my blue swim trucks with the yellow ducks on the backside, horny as ever.

I went for my usual front crawl and back strokes.

Once I was back in the groove, the session was fun.

The hard part was to motivate myself to go, but once I was there, I would always have a nice and rewarding time.

I guess this is true for many things in life.

Besides, I was making progress rapidly and that was a great way to feel good about myself.

I was not good enough to compete, but I had nothing to be ashamed of when it came to my times.

I thought I had just done an amazing crawl lap when I touched the ledge of the public pool.

On the other side, I saw a pair of feet.

A random guy was standing, right there, at the end of my lane.

I looked up and realized he was no random stranger.

It was like a slow-motion reveal, starting with the caramel-toned hairy legs, the large thighs, and before I even saw his chest and his face, I recognized him by his bulge.

Red. Massive. Inviting.

Those outlandish red swimming trunks could only be worn by one guy.

Victor was grinning at me from above.

“I thought I recognized that ginger hair in the distance.” He spoke. “Great lap.”

I spat water out of my mouth.

“Victor.”

He smiled and sat down on the ledge, his feet dipping in the chlorine water.

This was a red flag in more ways than one: his mesmerizing crotch was now pretty much at the direct level of my face.

“When we saw each other at the convention in April you told me you hadn’t found a pool.” He said casually.

“That was true. I’ve just been coming here for a few weeks, a month tops.”

“That’s crazy, so have I!”

“Really?”

“It’s funny we never ran into each other before. I’m here every Thursday night, right before closing time.”

“I come here on Saturday mornings, and sometimes on Tuesday or Wednesday.”

He stepped down in the water. I tried not to be disappointed about not seeing his bulge anymore.

“I saw your team had some pretty busy days earlier this week. You guys are relentless. I assume that’s what got you here this evening.”

“Yeah…”

“How many rallies can Rebecca Crown do before she gets tired?” He smirked.

“Or before she gets shot…” I replied gloomily.

His face changed.

“Oh yeah, that also. It was pretty hardcore.”

I checked his body.

Victor was still very hot but he had changed in three years. He was a bit broader now, but more importantly, he had become much hairier.

He was, at least partly, Cuban.

Before, Victor used to trim his chest but now, he let his thick dark hair grow. It suited him.

“We had to reinforce the security so much that almost half of the spending of the campaign goes there.” I explained.

“So did we. Broadhall is scared shitless of the same thing happening to him.”

“Is he?”

“Of course, somebody’s after the Republican candidates!”

“The only one who’s been attacked, both in the press and in real life, is Rebecca.”

“You call her Rebecca?”

“I… Whatever.”

“I heard she’s going through a divorce.”

I chuckled.

“You heard? As if your team wasn’t spying on her.”

“Hey, it’s just politics.”

Was it just politics to plan to assassinate your main opponent? I almost went there but decided against it.

“Well, don’t count on me to feed you with info on your opponent.” I replied.

“Come on, why so serious? I thought we were friends. Is this why you didn’t speak to me after the convention? Like, you think we can’t talk because we’re on opposing teams.”

That was not the real reason but when I came to think about it, it was certainly a good excuse.

“I don’t want to mix work with personal life.”

Victor burst out laughing.

“Was that your motto before or after giving a blowjob to the candidate you were working for?”

He knew then. Well, no surprise there.

That hurt but, honestly, it was fair.

All I had been doing since I was in Philadelphia was mixing work and personal.

“Precisely. It was a terrible mistake.”

Victor sported a large smile on his face.

“A mistake? The dude is hot as fuck! I get it. Have you seen my candidate? You were damn lucky.”

“How do you know it was me?”

“I didn’t, until I saw you at the convention. Then, I took a look back at the pictures online. And I mean, I’ve already seen you in that position many times. I understand why you went for Crown, but I also get why he cheated on his wife with you. Lucky guy!”

“It wasn’t like that.”

Victor got much closer to me in the water.

“I’d cheat on my wife for you too, If I had one.”

He held my waist.

I felt sparks in my stomach, but I knew better.

“That’s for sure; you don’t mind cheating.”

“Oh… So, you’re still not over that?”

Shit, I did not want to let him know how bad he had hurt me.

The truth was, it had taken me nearly two years to get over him when he had certainly never thought twice about me.

That was the reason why he was so playful. Our relationship had not been a trauma for him— just a good time.

“I’m just saying, you’re not exactly a model of virtue.”

“And I don’t pretend to be. That’s the difference between me and the people we work for. I’m not playing the perfect Christian.”

“That’s about right.”

“Look at us though, helping people who fight for heteronormative families and conservative bullshit. Isn’t that ironic?”

“Your candidate is much worse than mine on that front. How do you even stand him?”

Victor put his head under water for a few seconds before coming back and answering.

That move brought back old memories. He used to do it all the time at the pool where we were training in college.

When he had his eyes closed, I could check his bulge out more directly without being noticed, although he had for sure noticed me.

“It’s just a job. I’m giving him numbers and data, that’s it. I heard you were doing much more for Rebecca. I mean, aside from fucking her husband.”

“You hear many things, it seems like… And, to be clear, I’m not fucking her husband…”

“I know you like it the other way around. That’s true.”

“We’re not doing anything at all.”

“Really, even now that he’s filing for divorce? You’re no longer interested?”

“Is this an interrogation or a conversation?”

“Again— chill out! I won’t turn you in. I don’t give a damn. David Crown is out of the running for Governor anyway. If you had any dirt on Rebecca though… That’d help.”

He was just being cheeky.

“So, everyone knows I was the one in the headlines?”

“I don’t know… I don’t think so, that’s old news anyway. It happened way before I got the job, I just heard about it because it was such a turn in the campaign, making Rebecca the new candidate.”

“To answer your earlier questions about her, she’s pretty much unstoppable.”

“I can see that. Maybe I’ll vote for her.”

That made me smile.

“Maybe you should.”

Victor was a cocky fucker, but he had a way with me. He always had.

“I’ll earn just as much money whether Broadhall wins or not, you know.”

“I guess so…”

“Besides, I don’t think it matters much in the end. We all know Alica Jan will keep the seat next year. The democrats have it in the bag.”

“We don’t know that for sure.”

“Then we’re not seeing the same numbers.”

“I do see them, but a lot can happen in a year and a half. A lot has happened in the past six months.” I pointed out.

“That’s very true… So… Are we gonna talk boring politics for hours or should we race each other like in the good old days?”

“I’m a bit rusty…”

“You look pretty good, pretty fit.”

He felt my shoulders flirtatiously.

I hate to say this, but it was not unpleasant.

I really should have emptied my balls before going to the pool, I thought.

“Shut up, Vic, I’m rusty but I can still take you!”

“Show me then! Let’s go!”

Victor started to crawl to the other end of the pool, and I followed right behind him.

For some reason, I really wanted to beat him, but he had not played fair with this unexpected start.

After two back and forth swims from one end of the pool to the other, I had caught up to him and we were swimming side by side.

When we finished the race, we were both panting…and smiling.

Frankly, it was nice. We could not tell who won.

Before things got messy with Victor, I had appreciated spending time with him, swimming with him, and having sex with him.

In case you forgot, Victor Gacia had been blessed enough to take my virginity when I was 21.

The first time I had sucked a dick was in the communal showers of the college pool after hours.

The first time I got fucked in the ass was in his car.

The memories were all coming back as we swam together for the first time in years.

We kept giving each other challenges until a staff member had to tell us they were about to close the pool.

We were the very last ones in the complex.

I could swear that Victor was enticing me on purpose, readjusting his crotch as we got out of the water.

The choice of the bright red trunks was a bold move back then and was still a clear statement in 2025.

Victor was not afraid to be seen and talked about.

I let him walk in front of me so I could check his ass. It had gotten bigger, probably much hairier, too.

I was tempted.

Victor passed by the locker room to grab a bottle of soap.

He did not take a towel with him and walked to the shower room.

I followed him, mesmerized by the motion of his large hips.

What was Shakira saying again?

Oh yeah, hips definitely don’t lie.

I grabbed my own towel, feeling a little shaky.

Reaching the shower heads, Victor slightly bent and slid down his speedos.

He gave me a show.

There was no doubt that his way of peeling down his trunks so slowly and sensually, displaying inch after inch of his hairy Latino butt was intentional.

Victor had always enjoyed toying with me.

Thank goodness, I was no longer in love with him, but my cock was still attracted to that piece of cake.

I almost had a heart attack when he turned around and revealed his hard dick pointing towards me.

The fucker! He had gotten stiff on our walk from the pool to the shower.

“What are you waiting for? I’ve known you to be less shy.” He teased me.

He remembered too, what we used to do in similar circumstances.

“I… I’m not a college boy anymore.” I stammered.

He looked down at my crotch.

Fuck. I was so hard under my own speedos that the head of my cock was poking out.

“You definitely are all grown up.”

“What do you want from me, Victor?”

“Nothing. I’m just taking a shower. Relax.”

“Okay… Enjoy the warm water then.”

I removed my own speedos; they were not hiding much anyway and went to stand next to Victor.

We were exactly where Cody and I were showering a few weeks back.

At the time, I thought there was some lingering tension in the air, but it was nothing compared to what was happening at this point.

Victor was literally stroking his dick.

His back leaned against the wall, he was working his hard cock with his right hand, shutting his eyes.

He was trying to coax me into giving in and getting on my knees.

If he had been a complete stranger, I would have, no questions asked. He was so freaking hot and I was so damn horned-up.

But Victor was no stranger, he was the guy who had treated me like shit.

And just like that, he would get to feel my lips wrapped around his shaft all over again? He would get to have me bob up and down his juicy wet cock?

Nah, that would be wrong.

I kept watching, I let my cock sprang free, but I did not give him what he wanted.

After a while, Victor opened his eyes.

He was frustrated; I could tell. And I liked that. He was also dripping precum.

“You’ve changed, Andy.”

“Have I?”

He kept jerking his tool.

“You don’t mind? Me watching you as I stroke myself?”

“Suit yourself.”

I turned around and exposed my smooth ass to him.

“Argh… Andy, you’re driving me crazy right now.”

“Come on, I know you could get any ass you’d want in this city.”

“Maybe, but there’s one that I’d like to taste again tonight…”

“You can look… But you can’t touch.” I said, turning back towards him.

He nodded yes.

“Sure. Let’s play it that way.”

I took a deep breath as I watched him massaging his balls with one hand and wanking his dick with the other.

It took everything in me not to give him a hand or a mouth.

“You haven’t changed much.” I remarked.

He grinned.

“I guess not… By the way, you can look, and… you can touch.” He winked at me.

I swallowed my saliva.

“I… I’m good.”

He did not insist.

Victor spat on his already wet dick and accelerated his pace.

I was watching him without moving a bit.

I did not even stroke myself. Trust me, I busted a nut as soon as I got home though.

I locked myself in my room so fast that Cody even thought I was having some kind of an emergency.

It was true, I had a very urgent need to empty my balls!

Moments before, in the communal shower, Victor did not wait to return to his apartment to empty his hairy balls.

He looked straight in my eyes, got just a little bit closer to me and he busted some huge creamy loads down the drain.

I think some splashed on my right thigh but it was washed up quickly in the shower.

“It was cool running into you, Andy.”

Victor kissed me on the cheek and he left.

I was speechless.

And hard.