Swim Jock Novels & Stories

I felt triumphant over it, feeling as if I had achieved something. “I… I have nowhere to go. It's not like I'm sticking around here for free. I can work. I'm good with house chores. I can wash, clean, polish, swim—” “Swim?” His lips lifted in a smile, but it was so ephemeral for me to know whether it was real or not. “Yes! You don't know this, but I was the best swimmer. I won the national and international—” “It's alright.” He sighed. “Why do you suddenly want to stay? Have you forgotten how much of a pervert I am? Aren't you scared I would grope your arse?” Though his face was neutral as he spoke, I could tell he was teasing me.