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This is a prequel to Chapter 1. Garrett's Memorial Day adventure will continue in the next chapter.
College Swim Team Captain
Chapter 2: Dave's story, early May 2023
I was out for a low key Saturday evening at one of my favorite local bars, a dive called The Rusty Spur. A few blocks off campus, it had a quiet, relaxed atmosphere and attracted an eclectic mix of customers. Best of all, it had live acoustic country music every weekend night, with no cover. I needed to unwind after a hectic week; and I could usually find someone there who was interesting to talk to.
I'm Dave Woodruff, on senior staff in the public affairs office of Wyandotte University's athletic department. I'm 31, 6-3, and still in shape, ten years after my college football days as a running back.
I was on my first drink, my usual Jack Daniels on the rocks, when I glanced up to see Wyandotte's new athletic Golden Boy, Garrett Pennington, walk in. He was coming off an incredible week. The Thursday before, the WU men's swim team had won their final meet of the year, with Garrett taking three golds, and the next day his teammates had elected him team captain for the coming year. I was intrigued to see him here, and not just because I figured he would be making the rounds of the frat parties tonight. Garrett is a handsome and smart young man, and knows it, but he remains unassuming, unpretentious, confident but not cocky. He has the traits of the Eagle Scout he was, and that as much as anything else makes him a popular man. He looked a bit self-conscious; with his polo shirt and WU cap he was out of place among a sea of flannel and cowboy boots.
I'd known Garrett since the start of his freshman year; this past year, I'd spent a lot of time helping him prepare for media appearances after his swim meet successes. We'd developed a good rapport. I enjoyed working with him, and he always appreciated my advice and support. He was a quick learner and had become very good at interacting with the media. He struck me as mature beyond his years. Lately, I'd gotten the sense that he had a bit of a crush on me, and I wondered if he was as straight as he seemed. He had had a couple of serious girlfriends but I knew a lot of the frat guys messed around with each other- I sure did when I was their age- and since my last girlfriend and I had recently split, a fling with the swimmer was tempting. I didn't want to mess up our professional relationship but if he was searching for something different tonight, I had just the thing.
Garrett looked around the bar, taking in the small stage and a couple of pool tables and dart boards in the back. The crowd was a bit over half straight couples out for dinner or drinks; the rest were mostly men in their late 20s to mid 40s, with a few students. As he walked up to the bar I sauntered over and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I didn't expect to see you here tonight. How's the Wildcats' new swim captain?" I asked with a smile.
"Hey Dave, doing well," Garrett replied, returning the grin. He was surprised but seemed glad to see me.
"Did you ditch the frat scene for some real fun?"
"The drunken college party vibe wasn't doing anything for me tonight. I needed to get away from all that craziness and enjoy a quiet drink. What about you?"
I laughed. "I don't get out much these days but when I do I like this place. I'm usually here a couple of times a month. It's comfortable, with good service and a friendly crowd."
The bartender, a burly, bearded middle aged man, stopped in front of Garrett and frowned. "Son, can I see your ID?" Garrett pulled it out and the man examined it carefully. "What's your home address and zip code?" he asked suspiciously.
"Ryan," I interrupted, "this is Garrett Pennington, the Wildcats' star swimmer. I can vouch for him, I know he's 21."
"OK, but you don't look a day over 18. Garrett, what can I get you?" he asked, now with a smile.
"Gin and tonic, please."
We found our way to a couple of empty bar stools. "Garrett, are you breaking training?" I asked.
"Next meet isn't until August. Coach Bailey gave us a pass until the end of June."
I raised my glass in a toast. "Congratulations, Captain, on several counts. That swim meet was astounding."
Garrett blushed a little. "Thanks. It's been quite a week. I'm excited about being team captain but more than a little apprehensive. It's a big job."
"You'll be fine. You've got the skills and the heart for this. The guys respect you. You're perfect to be the face of the team- you're a frigging Eagle scout!" He laughed. "Don't sweat it. Just know you can always lean on me if you need anything."
Garrett blushed at the compliments. "Thanks Dave. I hear you got a promotion -you're now all things public relations?"
"Yep. My work role hasn't changed, it's just officially recognized now with a nice pay bump. So, the college's star scholar- athlete walks into a country western bar," I said with a twinkle in my eye. "What's the punch line?"
"Just broadening my musical horizons." He looked around the bar again. A trio of musicians was about to start playing. "I see why you like this place."
"I don't know what you've heard about it. Lunch time and dinner it's mostly straight couples. By 1000 or 1100 in the evening it's almost all male."
Garret glanced at me. He seemed surprised but didn't appear uncomfortable. I think he'd always assumed I was straight but now he was starting to wonder. "It's all good."
The conversation flowed easily, meandering around a dozen topics. We talked about the swim team, Garrett's courses and the usual end of the semester work load, my work, current gossip from the athletic office, and our respective summer plans. I briefly referred to my ex girlfriend. He mentioned a wish for something more meaningful than the typical college hookup. I was enjoying the opportunity to get to know him better. He seemed more comfortable then when he'd come in and was enjoying our rambling conversation too. As the band played we continued chatting quietly. At some point I rested my hand on Garrett's thigh just above his knee and left it there. He looked surprised but leaned into my ear. "I want to tell you again how much I appreciate the support you've given me -- and the whole team -- in the last year. It's meant a lot."
"You deserve it. It's what I'm here for. But besides that, I've gotten quite fond of you. You're an amazing athlete and a good friend." I squeezed Garrett's thigh. "I hope that's not awkward."
Garrett's face showed a range of emotions I couldn't read- surprise, nervousness, affection, maybe lust? He hesitated a moment. "No. I appreciate it."
I chuckled. "Are you ready for another round?"
"Sure."
I signaled the bartender. "My friend will have a Bombay Sapphire and tonic, and I'll take a Jack Daniels neat. And we'd like some nachos, too, please. I've got these," I said to Garrett.
"Dave, thanks but no need."
"No, someone should buy the new swim captain a drink." We continued our small talk but there was a new, almost electric vibe to it. Our thighs brushed together under the bar. I leaned into Garrett. "You know, I've really gotten to admire you in the last year- your dedication to the sport, your hard work, your ease with the media, and how you treat everyone with respect."
"Thanks Dave. I've always looked up to you too."
My hand found its way back to Garrett's thigh, more firmly and a bit higher above his knee. We continued to talk about sports and life at the University. He asked me about life in the adult world and noted his anxiety about his new role as team captain, the growing media attention from his swimming victories, and his concerns about the demands of the summer job he'd start in June. "I worry about living up to everyone's expectations. And I'm feeling- uncertain, I guess- about moving from the academic and athletic bubble of college to the benefits and stresses of life as an adult."
"Dude, you've got this. It's a big change but you'll roll right into it."
I ordered us each another drink. When we had almost finished it, I could tell that he was tipsy but not sloppy drunk. Perfect, I thought to myself. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, my breath warm on his cheek, "You know, I enjoy your company. No pressure, but would you want to come back to my place for another drink or..." I left the sentence hanging, my eyes on Garrett's, gauging his reaction. He seemed uncertain. "Just a night out, no strings attached. You're feeling a bit lost and I could use some company. No pressure for anything but conversation. I'll drive you back to your apartment whenever you're ready."
I didn't want to push him but I was pretty sure he was attracted to me and the flattery, while true, might do the trick. The booze had lowered his inhibitions. He nodded before he had time to think about it. "Sure," he said. "Let's see where this goes."
"Great." I grinned. I finished my drink and waved at the bartender for the check. "Ready to go?" Garrett nodded and followed me out of the bar and down the street to my SUV. When we pulled away from the curb I put my hand on the back of his neck. "For general information, do you have any experience with men?" He hesitated and took a deep breath. I was pretty sure he was blushing.
"L- - limited," he stuttered. "I've jerked off and traded blow jobs with a few guys at the frat house but I can count my encounters on one hand and still have fingers left over. I'm curious about... exploring," Garrett said as he looked at me. His nervousness and honesty were endearing. "I don't want to sound weird, but... I've always thought you were very attractive. And your confidence and - what - charisma?- make me feel comfortable."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, young man." I placed a hand on Garrett's knee and made a mental note not to forget his youth and inexperience. As much as I wanted into his pants this evening, I wanted him to enjoy it, too. "Relax," I said, my voice low and smooth. "We're just going to have a good time, okay? I can give you plenty of opportunities to explore," I winked, "but you don't have to do anything you don't want to."
My place was eight blocks away. We pulled up in front of my bungalow and got out. I put a hand gently but firmly at the small of Garrett's back, steering him up the front steps. As we stepped into the house, I shut the door behind us, and our bodies met in a hug. I hadn't intended to be this direct but the kid was as eager as I was. I plunged my tongue in his mouth in a deep, aggressive kiss, and he responded immediately. I pinned him against the wall of the foyer, where we made out for several minutes, Garrett enthusiastic and making no attempt to escape. Our hands roamed under each other's clothes, undoing shirts, belts and pants. After five minutes I pulled away.
"You OK, G man?"
"Better than OK."
"You're as horny as I am. I like that in a man. C'mon, this way." I put a hand on Garrett's shoulder and steered him to the bedroom. We both kicked off our shoes. I pushed him down on the king size bed and lay down on top of him. We rolled around, kissing and grinding our bodies against each other. I pulled his clothes off until he was clad only in his tee shirt, boxers and socks.
My hands roamed over him, gently caressing his chest and stomach, kissing and nipping at his neck, then pulling his boxer shorts down and taking his shaft, already leaking precum, in my mouth. The boy ran his fingers through my hair, encouraging me. He gasped several times. I watched his face and saw nothing but pleasure.
After a few minutes, I pulled back and looked up at him, our eyes meeting. "Let's take this slow. We've got all night." I leaned in and we again kissed deeply, our tongues dancing together. My hands moved down to his ass, squeezing and massaging it.
I stood up and methodically took off my clothes, Garrett watching me attentively. I think he was enjoying the view and I wondered whether it was my muscular, hairy chest or my erect seven inch cock. I pulled his tee shirt off, then stretched out on top of him. Our lips locked, our bodies grinding together and rolling around on the bed.
After a few minutes I sat on his chest, my cock pointing at his mouth, and pinned his wrists to the bed with my left hand. "Do you want this, college boy?" I asked, breathing heavily. Garrett nodded eagerly, his eyes fixed on my dick. I leaned forward, guiding it to his lips. I groaned with satisfaction as he opened his mouth and swallowed me deeply. My hips began to move, fucking his mouth slowly.
My right hand slipped between our bodies, finding Garrett's cock and stroking it in rhythm with my thrusts. The kid seemed to be enjoying it, and while he clearly didn't have a lot of experience, his enthusiasm more than made up for that. After a few minutes I pulled back, my cock slick with his saliva. My right hand continued to stroke his cock, while my left hand moved underneath his back, teasing his ass. I pushed one finger inside, feeling his tight muscles grip me. He groaned but didn't protest or back off.
"Would you let me fuck you?" I asked. I was amused by the kid's comfort and excitement. I didn't want to push his boundaries but I have a big enough ego that I figured I could do a better job busting his cherry than a lot of other men, if that was what he wanted. I was sure I'd enjoy it too.
"I've never done that before."
"I figured that. I think you'd like it." I probed his ass with two fingers, more deeply. Garrett winced, then smiled.
"Mmm. That feels painful, but good too."
"It will hurt a little at first. I'll be as gentle as I can." I inserted a third finger and went deep.
Garrett jerked and his face broke into a big grin. "Wow. Yeah, I'm game."
"Turn over." I pulled on a condom, and gently lubed his hole. The sight of his pale but hairy ass made me even harder. I ran my fingers over it gently. He turned his head to watch and I kissed him again, then stretched out over him, my hands on his shoulders, the tip of my cock at his hole.
Garrett moaned into my kiss. "You want this, G?" I teased.
"Yeah, Coach, take my ass."
I eased in slowly, giving him time to get used to the intrusion. "Take a deep breath. Easy- yeah, that's it. Are you OK?"
"I'm good."
I started to slowly thrust in and out, pushing in a bit more deeply each time. Garrett moaned softly, then suddenly yelped. "Wow!
"Is that a good wow, captain?"
"Yes. Don't stop."
I sped up, placing one hand on his hip, the other grasping both his wrists and pinning them to his back. "Do you like this, Captain? Do you like me taking your ass?"
"Yes sir. Fuck me, Woodruff."
He moaned, and I moved my hand from his hip to his face, first sticking two fingers in his mouth and then using my hand to gag his mouth. "Can't have you making too much noise, boy, we don't want to wake the neighbors." In a minute I shifted my hand to tweak his nipples, then moved farther down to grasp his cock and begin stroking it as I continued my thrusts. Our hips rocked back and forth until Garrett tensed and then shot his load. I continued to thrust, still stroking him, until I came too, then gradually slowed and stopped, still buried in his guts, my head resting on his shoulder, my mustache tickling his cheek.
We each caught our breaths, as I gently stroked his shoulders and arms. "How are you doing, G?" I asked softly.
He turned his head. "I'm good. That was wild. I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would."
I leaned in for a long slow kiss. I like to kiss and I loved kissing him, especially given how responsive he was. "Take a breath, I'm pulling out." I got up, stretched, got a towel from the bathroom, then lay down next to him. We looked at each other and Garrett cocked his eyebrows.
"I could go for another round, Woodruff."
I squeezed his dick. "The captain's eager, isn't he? And still hard. I'll need some recovery time. Roll on your back." I crouched between his legs, licked up the insides of both his thighs and then took both this balls in my mouth. After a few moments I moved on to lick his shaft, while rolling his balls in my palm. The boy stroked my hair and rubbed one ear. "That feels so good, Dave."
"I appreciate the contact and the encouragement, but you don't have to do anything. You can lie back and relax." I took my time sucking him off, watching his face. As he got closer to a climax, he became quieter and his smile became goofier. When he shot, I kept sucking until he was dry, eliciting louder and louder moans until I pulled off and brought my body back up, face to face with him.
"Woodruff, that was amazing. I've had blow jobs from one girlfriend and two frat buddies but no one has ever made me feel as good as that. Thank you."
"It's all about mutual satisfaction." I lay down on top of him and we kissed lazily. "You seemed to enjoy getting pinned down," I said mischievously. "I never took you as a submissive type."
"It turned me on. I'd like to think I could fight you off if I had to but it's a turn on that you're big enough to hold me down."
"So the star swimmer has a kinky side. Interesting. Do you trust me, Garrett?"
"Is there a reason I shouldn't?"
"No. Just remember, any time you tell me to stop, I will."
"You're hard again, Dave."
"I plan to take care of that." I rummaged in the bedside table and pulled out several lengths of rope. "Turn over, Captain. On your stomach again." I grabbed his arms and tied his wrists together securely, then looped a rope around his ankles and tied them together also. He turned his head to watch me, silent but looking anxious. "There," I said, smirking down at him. "Now you can't get away. Still fine?"
"Yes. I've never done this. I'm not into pain."
"Should I stop?"
There was a long pause. "No."
"I won't spank or hit or torture you. I'll only bite if you ask." I wrapped a bandanna over his mouth, pulled it snug and tied it, then rolled the boy over on his back. "Comfortable?" He shrugged. "Shake your head and make a lot of noise if you want me to stop. Try it." He did so. "Yep, like that. Still good?" He nodded.
I lifted his legs up, bent his knees and pushed his calves back toward his shoulders, then crouched between his legs. "Should I stop?"
Garrett shook his head. "Fuck me, Woodruff," he muttered through the gag.
I fingered him briefly to check that he was still lubed, then pulled on a new condom and slid my cock in slowly but steadily. When he winced I slowed but did not relent until I was fully buried, balls deep in his ass. "Damn, you're still tight. You're a trooper, Captain. I may take you a half dozen times tonight."
Garrett shook his head and yelled through the gag.
"OK, we'll just plan on one penetration at a time." Garrett nodded. "I think that's a smile but I can't tell," I grinned, beginning to rock back and forth. I started slowly and gently, changing my angle several times, with one hand firmly on his hip, the other stroking his cheek or massaging his nipples. He was very responsive; from the expression on his face and the way his body reacted, he seemed to be enjoying it immensely. I could tell when I hit his prostate just right by the way his body jolted. I maintained a gentle but, I hoped, arousing touch on his body. I soon sensed his cock was eager for release but I avoided touching him there, wanting to prolong this for both of us. After about ten minutes I sped up. As I felt my balls draw up and my climax near, I wrapped a fist around Garrett's dick and stroked it as I continued pounding him. My cock exploded a few seconds before he shot.
We slowed down, breathing heavily, both sweating. I pulled the gag off his mouth, then collapsed on top of him. We stared at each other, eye to eye, for ten seconds until he moved his head up to meet my lips for a long slow kiss.
"Whew," I said, pulling away slightly but still face to face with him. "That was a good workout."
"I think I'll be walking funny tomorrow but it will be worth it."
"You sure you've never been fucked before, G? You're very responsive for a man your age." The kid blushed. He was so fucking cute. Masculine, athletic, handsome, but still charmingly cute. "That's a compliment, kid." I reached to untie Garrett's legs. "Let's hop in the shower. You can go first, unless you want to wash off together?"
Garrett stretched his arms and legs and flashed a smile. "I'd like that, Coach."
We soaped each other up, dried off, then headed to the kitchen for another drink. We stood in the kitchen, comfortably nude, leaning on the counters across from each other, both enjoying the moment.
"So you liked that?" I asked.
"Yes. It was different but it was- nice. Very nice."
"I don't often do bondage but I like the variety occasionally and I got the feeling you'd be up for it."
"Good intuition on your part. I've been sort of curious about it but never had the chance to explore. You're very considerate and affectionate, I appreciated that."
`No pressure, Garrett, but I'd like to spend more time like this with you. We don't have to do everything we did tonight. Shit, just kissing you is a turn on."
"Thanks. I've thought for a long time that you were pretty hot."
"Same here, kid." I yawned and took another sip of water. "G, I don't know about you but I've had a long week. If you want to sleep over, I fix a mean breakfast and I'd enjoy more time to talk with you. Maybe something more, too, but that's not a requirement. You're always good company."
"Dave, that's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me. I'm on for breakfast."
We crawled into bed, my chest to Garrett's back, my arms wrapped around the swimmer's chest. As we got comfortable he said, "Dave, I have a fantasy you might be interested in."
"I'm all ears."
"I'm at my apartment, or a hotel, and a couple of guys break in and kidnap me. They dump me in their car, take me off to their hideout, tie me up and hold me for ransom."
"And then amuse themselves with you?"
"Pretty much."
"How does that end?"
"Sometimes they let me go; sometimes a hunky cop rescues me."
"Are they brutal?"
"No. Aggressive, rough, but not brutal. They know what they want and they're going to get it. It's a great fantasy but if it happened for real I'd be terrified."
"Well, sure. But any kind of role play is just play. If you're playing cowboys and outlaws, you don't need a gun or a horse, just a good imagination. When you need a break, you can always step out of the situation and then step back in. I'll put that one in my file."
We were asleep in a minute.
I was half awake early Saturday morning when Garrett get out of bed to take a leak, then crawled back in and snuggled up to me. I woke again some time later to notice sunshine streaming in the window and something warm and wet on my morning wood. My eyes fluttered open to see Garrett crouched between my legs, sucking my cock and fondling my balls.
"G, I was a little concerned about how you'd feel this morning. I sure didn't expect I'd get this sort of wake up call." I rubbed his head and rolled over slightly to give him a better angle, then reached over and pulled his body around so I could reach his cock with my mouth. We enjoyed a long, relaxed session. After we both came I pulled Garrett back up so we were face to face. We kissed.
"Dave, you're a great kisser," Garrett said with a smile.
"You're pretty good yourself."
He rested his head on my chest and rubbed my chest hair. "Woodruff, I like your fur."
I tickled his chest. "You've got some stubble coming in here. How often do you shave?"
"Always before a meet; usually every couple of weeks. It's aggravating to manage if it gets too long. If I had as much hair as you, I'd have to shave every week."
`You've got a nice hairy ass, G. You don't shaves that or your pubes?"
"No reason, the competition suits cover that. If we had to compete in speedos I'd take up golf."
I ruffled his hair. "I like the stubble, I hope I get to see it grow in a little more. Are you ready for breakfast, Pennington?"
I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and got another set for Garrett. I put on a tee shirt, but the boy stayed topless. I appreciated watching him like that as I made sausage and eggs while he prepared toast, peaches and berries.
As we sat down to eat Garrett asked, "Dave, I don't want to be nosy but... before last night at the bar, I'd always assumed you were straight. I thought you'd had a couple of steady girl friends."
"I figured out I was bisexual when I was 17. I like women, I can see myself married with kids someday, but there are things guys do for me that women can't. I was pretty sure you were straight too. Clearly, not so much." I chuckled. "I should feel a little guilty about taking advantage of you last night."
"You didn't force yourself on me. I was a little drunk but I knew what I was doing."
"I was surprised to see you in the bar but the first thing in my mind was, if you were looking to go home with someone I hoped it would be me."
"I wasn't sure what I was looking for. I admire you for a lot of reasons. I've always felt a connection with you, but I never considered it more than friendship. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I felt a connection with you that I've shared with few people beyond my closest swim team buddies. I've hoped to get to know you better- I hadn't considered something like this. You were too tempting to resist."
I laughed. "I'm glad to hear that. I would feel bad if what we're doing affects our professional and personal relationship."
"What are we doing anyway?"
"To be seen. I'm not looking for a boyfriend. You're good company. I appreciate your maturity and thoughtfulness. Your enthusiasm, too! I enjoyed last night, and this morning, and I'd be glad for a repeat if you want. I'm pretty easy to get along with, I'm good with whatever makes us both comfortable."
"I'm still processing. Shit, that sounds too pretentious for what was a hell of a lot of fun."
"No, perfectly understandable. Just keep me posted on what's going on in that noggin of yours. If I have to choose, I'd pick mentor and friend before anything else."
"You're a good man, Woodruff."
"You've caught me when my horniness has been mostly satisfied. So- do you want to tell me more about your thoughts on being team captain?" I asked. "It was weighing on your mind last night."
"I've got a few ideas. I'm meeting with Coach Bailey this week to talk about next year and what he expects from me. I talked Friday with Jeffries -- you know he was captain this year- and we'll talk more before finals. I want to track down Jack Harland. He was captain my sophomore year and I really liked what he did to build the team's spirit. We're all competitive, against each other as well as against the other schools. At his first meeting as captain, Harland said, "Whenever I swim, I want to win, I don't want to leave anything in the pool. I hope all of you feel the same. But I also want you each to take as much pride in your teammates' victories as in your own, even when they beat you. If I can't win, I want Di Angelo or Garza or Sanderson to win. I want to see three Wildcats on the podium after a race, even if I'm not one of them." I'd never heard anything like that from the team my whole freshman year, and it really resonated with me.
"Gage was captain your freshman year, right?" Garrett nodded. "He was a good swimmer but as captain he was a zero. He won a popularity contest and Bailey had an uphill battle with him all year. Gage ignored a hazing situation that could have gotten a lot worse if Bailey hadn't found out and put a stop to it."
"I heard rumors about that but never any details.
"As it should be. A no tolerance policy is good but the real challenge for leaders is prevention. Once hazing occurs, morale is shot. Harland and Jeffries get a lot of credit for what they did in making guys understand how damaging hazing is. So, what else is on your mind, G?"
"Orienting the freshmen to the team. Gage didn't do anything. Coach worked with us a bit but we mostly had to figure things out on our own. Harland and Jeffries didn't have much time for it."
"They had a lot of other issues to deal with."
"Oh, I know. I'm thinking of a mentoring program, nothing elaborate, and I'm going to send a `welcome to the team' letter to the freshman this summer."
"Garrett, those are both great ideas. Let me know if I can help."
We had a long, rambling discussion, a continuation of the conversation from the night before, as well as sharing stories from our families, our college careers and work experience, until Garrett checked his watch.
"I've got to head out, I have practice at 100. Dave, this has been great- -"
"What part?" I smiled.
"All of it. Last night, the conversation, the sage advice."
"I'm glad to do it. I've been a big fan of yours since freshman year and I've become even fonder of you this year. I hope we can continue our friendship no matter where the rest of this goes."
"Let's do it again soon."
"Dude, I love your enthusiasm. You`re here all summer aren't you? I'm on travel next week and I have a couple of projects to wrap up before the end of the year, but after classes are done we should both have more free time."
"It's a plan."
"I'll see what I can do about fulfilling your fantasy."
"Really? Should I be excited or terrified?"
"Probably both." I squeezed his shoulder.
"Hmm. You are a creative guy aren't you?"
I walked Garrett to the door and we hugged. "Garrett, you're a great kid and you're going to be a great team captain. Good luck with finals."
"And good luck on finishing your projects. Thanks for the advice, and all the other stuff this year".
"You can always call me if you need anything, G man."