Wet Pass
Holy s**t. Was that Kyle Nolan? I walked through the locker room of the Western Ohio State Natatorium towards a group of reporters and photographers surrounding a muscle-bound water polo player. He was compact with bulging biceps and thighs, and the perfect amount of thickness that swimmers develop around their abdominals. He only wore a skimpy blue racing swimsuit, the kind professional swimmers used to wear. His tanned body glistened with water droplets. I am constantly horny and constantly looking at sexy athletes, and I’d never seen such a gorgeous young man.
He looked at me and raised his eyebrows.
“Are you from The Triangle?” he asked with a hopeful look.
“Yeah,” I said, “am I late?”
“No,” he said, still staring at me. “I wanted a separate interview with you. Are you gu
