First Summer....

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Growing up, Erik was the “boy next door.” A handsome enough guy, but not necessarily the guy who stood out in a crowd. He was tall, just over 6’4”, lanky and long distance runner thin, with incredibly long legs at a 36 inseam. Even at that height, he weighed not an ounce past 160. He was into music, art and dance. He loved drama, the real kind as opposed to the people kind. In the looks department, the two things Erik had going for him were his awesome blonde hair and blue eyes, which gave him a skinny California Surfer dude look and that he was fairly well equipped, far more than one expected from a skinny guy, which meant he filled out jeans and shorts extremely well. In fact, as a member of the cross country team, he looked amazing in the really short running shorts the team wore, and he always appeared on the verge of busting right out of the shorts. As the team went, his shorts were always more packed than anyone else on the team, a feature well noticed by the girls (and some guys). Despite the interest he generated among the ladies during the running season, when he could show off in those shorts, Erik really did not have much interest in the girls. It wasn’t that he was gay, he rationalized, it was that he just wasn’t too interested. At least that was how he explained it.

Erik was not a swimmer. In fact, he really couldn’t swim well at all. Swimming to Erik was a day at the beach or maybe a jump in a pool if he was on vacation, nothing more. He could swim, but not with breathing, unless he pulled his whole head out of the water. Despite his lack of swimming, Erik owned lots of pairs of swimming shorts, which he would hang out in all Summer, unless he was wearing his running shorts, which he really liked best. Board shorts had not come into style, so the swimming shorts were as short as his running shorts, sometimes more form fitting. His running shorts were really short, made of a nylon material and the legs were split open as far up as the waist band. In the hot Southern heat, they were the lightest and coolest thing to wear, and he enjoyed how he looked in them. For work, Erik mowed lawns in the Summer, so those shorts or swimming shorts, and his bear chest were his attire of work, as well.

It was Summer just past his senior year of high school. Erik had turned 18 in May. It was also the year Summer Olympics were occurring. Erik really did not pay much attention to sports, unless it was running. His brother, however, were really into the games and watched every night. Erik got home from a long run, which he always did in the evening as the heat started to back off. He was soaked with sweat, his shorts clinging to him, no shirt. He grabbed the garden hose and doused himself for a god five minutes, enjoying the cool water. This was his ritual after runs. He would then lie in a chair and rest, letting the shorts dry. The wet, clingy nylon material hugged his anatomy revealing every outline and detail. He really liked that part, and did nothing to free the material bondage and display. Once dry, he often stayed in the shorts the rest of the night, sometimes pulling on a clean shirt, hot nights going shirtless.

“You should see these divers,” his brother, Dylan, called out to him as he entered the house. “They are amazing.” Dylan was parked in front of the television eating a bowl of popcorn and critiquing the skill of a sport he knew nothing about. Dylan was two years older and already in college. Erik was just about to start. They were as close as brothers could be, but significantly different. Dylan was the big football type. He was all sports, nothing else, except for dating girls.

“Look at how muscular they are,” Erik responded as he sat on the sofa, placing his legs up and laying back.

“Yeah,” said his brother. “I never realized that divers were so well built.”

The next diver up, a guy from Germany, did an incredible backwards flip with some kind of twist before he went straight in to the pool. Erik perked up as he watched the muscular body leap from the board, arch backwards, the tight little swimsuit wrapped around his bulging crotch. Erik was so mesmerized as the body straightened and slipped into the water, but it was not the dive that caught him. “Those are some sweet swimsuits,” he unintentionally said aloud.

“Huh?” said his brother.

“Just saying I like the swimsuits they wear,” Erik replied, trying to make light of his observation.

“Yeah, I guess so.” replied Dylan.

Erik was hooked. He could not stop watching as each of the divers showed their skills. As he watched he felt himself getting aroused. His shorts were filling out . He could see that his aroused state was clearly on display. He grabbed a throw pillow and threw it over his mid section, which now gave him something to press into as he watched each diver. Erik was so into what he was watching that he was not making the connection between the male divers, the tiny swimsuits, and the fact that it was turning him, at least not yet.

“Maybe you should try diving,” Dylan said to Erik. “I mean you are tall and you got the legs strength..”

“Yeah, right” Erik replied. “I don’t think so. These guys are way out of my league.”

“Well, shit, yeah” Dylan replied. “But that does not mean you can’t try it. Plus you like the swimsuits…” Dylan smirked. “you just like showing off.”

Erik was rock hard and feeling really aroused by the time the diving wrapped up for the night. He removed the pillow and stood up, his shorts bulging out prominently.

“Swimming tomorrow night,” Dylan said as Erik started to head off to his room.

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As he laid in bed, Erik could not get his mind off those Speedo clad divers. The more he thought about them the more aroused he got. “I have to get one of those swimsuits” Erik thought to himself as his hand rubbed over his aroused anatomy. Erik was enjoying the feeling and urges of his body as he pictured the deep brown haired diver that he became so infatuated with. The tight Germany Speedo clinging to him as he climbed from the water. The way he looked so stoic on the platform.

“Oh wow,” Erik said aloud as he felt himself getting close. He was not sure what was making him so aroused, the swimsuits or the guys in them. Right now he did not care, he was just teasing himself into a climax that would finally explode in a way bigger than he had ever felt before.

Erik has discovered the beauty of form fitting swimwear and the art of the male swimming body. It was going to be a fun journey of discovery from here.

To be continued

[Byron]

LOL - thinking only just an hour ago that a new speedo story hasn't appeared in the forum - and here one has started!
Just an observation: long dongs not unusual on skinny guys - in fact can be expected rather than unexpected.

[solarguy]

You have a great writing ability! So easy to follow and get engrossed in! Thanks!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Ben was Erik’s closest friend. They were both runners and both ran cross country all through school. While they only met four years ago, they formed a tight bond. Erik was the faster runner over long distances, but Ben had the ability to surge when it counted. This morning they decided to take a run on the dirt trails along the river. It was already hot as blazes. Ben had on a pair of navy blue running shorts while Erik wore a pair of yellow nylon running shorts. Neither guy had on a shirt.

“Did you watch the diving last night?” Erik asked as they passed the first five miles, the sweat making Erik’s yellow shorts cling to him. The light fabric becoming slightly sheer.

“A little bit,” Ben replied. “Pretty cool.”

“I really want to get one of those swimsuits” Erik continued. “I thought they looked amazing on those guys.”

“They are some pretty amazing guys,” Ben answered.

“Yeah, anyway I really want to try one of those swimsuits.” Erik re-emphasized his point.

The run ended at a point where the river weaves around a big area of rocks. A fast ten miles and Ben and Erik were soaked in sweat. They both took off their shoes and jumped in the water. The rocks was a popular hang out, but it was still early. It was just the two of them, but for an occasional runner or walker. They both got out of the water and laid out on the rocks letting the sun dry them. The wet shorts clinging to them. Erik watched as Ben’s shorts outlined him.

“So, you are really going to buy a Speedo?” Ben asked.

“Yeah, if I can find them.”

“Erik, just go to a sports store, they have them. You know they fit pretty tight, right?”

“Yeah, I figured as much.” Erik answered

“You would look great in one.,” Ben paused, smiling. “Maybe I’ll get one, too.”

“That would be cool,” Erik replied,

They were silent for a while, enjoying the sun. Erik looked over and admired how Ben looked. Ben was not as tall as Erik, but he was more muscular. He had thick black hair and a really nice upper body. Much more defined than Erik. Erik felt a twinge of excitement pulse through his body. He never admitted to anyone, especially not Ben, that he liked the way Ben looked. It had not occurred to him that like himself, Ben also never seemed to have any interest in girls. Ben was feeling the same as he admired Erik’s long lean body in his clinging shorts. “Yes, he’d be fine in a Speedo” Ben thought to himself.

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On his way back home, Erik stopped at a local sports store, A&N Sports. He pulled his dry T Shirt on over his damp running shorts and carried his wallet in his hand. He had been in the store a million times over the years and never really noticed if they had any swim stuff. The bell chimed as he entered and a girl about his age at the counter asked if he needed help. Erik tugged at his damp shorts to make sure that they were not clinging.

“No, just killing some time.” he answered.

“You been running?” she asked

“Yeah,” Erik replied. “Ten miles down by the river.”

“Yup, your running shorts gave you away” she smiled. Erik smiled back, not saying anything. “You look like a runner, too.”

Erik wound his way alone through the store. He was about to give up when he found it. Near the fitting rooms was a small, stand alone rack with a Speedo logo at the top. Underneath the sign were four tiers of guys swimsuits exactly like what he was looking for. He felt the excitement surge through him. For the next ten minutes, Erik looked through each tier, finding his size, 28 waist, and pulling out the colors he liked.

“You a swimmer, too?” the young lady walked over.

“No, not really. Thinking about it” he added coyly. “Do I buy my same size?” he asked, feeling really stupid.

“Some guys do, but the serious swimmers get the next size smaller.” she replied. “If you don’t know, I’d just get your size.”

“Thanks” Erik replied.

“You can try them on, if you want. I’d be glad to even check the fit.” She added.

“Maybe,” Erik replied. He felt kind of weird about modeling the suit in front of her.

Erik settled on two. The first was a black and gold nylon suit. It was mostly black, but had gold on one side and gold that ran across the top of the front. He liked it because it was the colors of the university he was going to in the fall. The second was a red and white one that had a different material, made of nylon and lycra.

“We are just starting to get the lycra ones in,” the young lady added. “They fit different. Some guys don’t liked how they feel on. You should really try that one on.”

Erik blushed a bit. “Okay.” He went into the fitting room.

He had nothing on under his running shorts. He slipped them off and he grabbed the red and white lycra suit. Before he could even get it on, he felt himself get hard. Not just a little hard, he was full on hard. “Shit” he thought as he stood there. He decided he had to try to put the suit on. He pulled it up and did his best to get fit into it, but he was so hard he could not adjust himself into the suit. He could feel that the lycra suit clinged to him tightly. Erik waited a bit and thankfully his arousal eased enough that he was finally able to slide into the suit fully.

“How does it fit?” She asked from outside.

“Fine,” Erik replied. If only she knew, he thought to himself, looking in the tiny mirror at how he packed that suit. He swapped out for the black and gold, which had a totally different feel. He really liked it. Erik changed back into his running shorts. He was still pretty aroused, which was very obvious by how he filled out the shorts. He grabbed both suits and went out.

“I like both.” he said.

She offered that if he bought a third it would be half price. So he grabbed another one, a blue and gold lycra one off the rack in his size.

“You definitely got the body for these,” she said. She was clearly interested in him as she asked all the usual questions, including his name. Too bad Erik had no reciprocal interest.

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Erik raced up to his room. He could not wait to really try them back on. He shut and locked the door and stripped out of his shorts. He grabbed the black and gold pair and pulled it on. He looked down at himself in the suit. He loved how free he felt in it. He stood in front of the mirror and admired how it looked on him. His bulge was nicely displayed. He played with how he liked himself positioned in the suit. He liked the down position, but hated how it felt. He settled on up, maybe a bit to the side. He checked every angle, even holding up a small mirror to check how his butt looked. The feel of the tight suit made him get harder and harder until he was once again almost full on. Erik really liked how awesome he looked erect in the suit, his bulging front massive.

Erik slipped off the black and gold and pulled on the navy and gold. He immediately felt the difference in the fit and smiled at the way the lycra wrapped around him. The house was quiet. Erik was sure he was the only one home, so he opened his room door and went to the bathroom where he could get a better view. “This is so hot,” Erik thought. He was enjoying the look of himself in the suit. He was aroused and he was gently sliding his hand across himself, enjoying the sensation of his state. He didn’t want to go too far, but he liked how he looked all snug inside the blue lycra, the top of his bulge pressing into the gold band at the top, the drawstrings the only thing keeping him inside it. He was giving himself and the material quite a workout.

A noise behind him startled Erik. Erik froze, knowing someone was there. He turned to see Dylan standing there in the open doorway.

“What are you doing?” Dylan asked with a grin.

“Oh, just trying on this new swimsuit,” Erik replied trying to make light of it. He knew he was caught, not only in a new swimsuit, but also making himself excited. “I thought no one was home.”

“Looks like it fits you pretty well” Dylan replied. “Just don’t go getting all horned up over some girl while you wear it. Like you are now.” Dylan smirked

“Shut up,” Erik replied as he grabbed the first towel he could reach.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” Dylan replied as Erik pushed by.

Back in his room, Erik didn’t finish what he started. He grabbed some shorts and threw them on over the suit. He had to get out mowing lawns. He would enjoy the feel of the suit on him under the shorts. He could not wait for a real chance to wear it to the beach or a pool. Maybe he could get Ben to join him.

To be continued.....

[Swimmboy]

Nice - loving this new storyline!

[afewgoodmen]

Definetely enjoying this story!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Always great to hear from long time readers like Solar and Swimm. Love to hear from new readers, such as Afewgood.... Thanks for the kind words. STS

[a speedo minded guy]

I love it. Your stories seem to get better and better. Glad u are writing here again. It's been really quiet since summer.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The problem with not finishing what he started was it left Erik feeling like he needed some release. Still feeling like he wanted more, Erik gave in to the demands of work and loaded his lawn mower into the back of his AMC Gremlin, along with a gas can and trimmers. He had five lawns to do that day and it was going to be hot, highs above 90. He packed a cooler with water and soda and a couple sandwiches. He had on a T shirt and nylon running shorts over the blue Speedo suit he was wearing. He would quickly shed the shirt.

“I am really sorry about what just happened,” Dylan came out and said as Eric was finishing the car. “We all do that stuff and I should have just quietly walked away.” Dylan added.

“No big deal,” Erik said. He and Dylan gave each other a quick hug. They could never stay mad long. As brothers went, they were more affectionate than most, but in a truly pure and wholesome way.

“By the way, I like your new swimsuit,” Dylan added. “And I am being serious.”

“Thanks,” Erik replied with a big smile.

Through the first three lawns Erik really wanted to get rid of the shorts. He could feel the suit on underneath and it was driving him wild. Finally at 1:00 PM he decided to take a lunch break. There was a park nearby where he would go running on some of the trails. He opted to head over there and have lunch. It did not have a pool or lake, but maybe he could find a spot to sit in the sun and get off the shorts.

Erik parked in the farthest lot in and found an area where there was a picnic table in the sun. He grabbed his cooler and headed over. It was just him, the other folks opted for the earlier parking areas. He knew this spot because the five mile trail started nearby. He knew that in the mid-day heat no one would be running. He sat at the table and ate his first sandwich and downed a can of soda. He had not amassed the courage to shed the shorts and was starting to convince himself it was a stupid idea. He had all the reasons why, he had no towel, it was hot, he’d look weird. Erik was about to pack it in when a surge of courage took control. He also had an idea.

“F--k it,” he thought. He slid off the shorts, climbed up onto the table and laid back, putting his shorts under where his suit met the table so he would not pull the fabric with the wood. He decided to position himself downward, forming a nice mound, he was still feeling the effects f his unfinished business from earlier. He laid back and closed his eyes. Not the most comfortable position, but at least he was doing it. And he liked the freedom he felt. All the while still a lot self conscious, and still really sexually charged, which caused his mound to swell to a more prominent bulge, the lycra outlining his anatomy as it wrapped between his legs.

Despite his need to just get on with his day, Erik stayed there for twenty or so minutes when he heard a car crunching the gravel lot. “Crap,” Erik thought. He decided to just stay there and act like it was no big deal. The car stopped and he heard a door open. Whoever it was, they were getting out. He listed as the footsteps walked across the gravel, but then they seemed to end. “Must be a walker heading to the trail,” Erik assumed.

“Nice day for laying out,” a male voice came out of nowhere,

Erik looked up to see the park ranger standing there. Not really a ranger, more like a park volunteer. But he had a cap that said “Ranger.” He was an older guy, probably 50 or so Erik figured. “Yeah, it is, a bit hot thought,” Erik replied.

“Look, I hate to bother you, you seem to be all relaxed, but I need you to do me a big favor,” the Ranger said.

“Sure”

“You can lay in the sun, but you can’t lay on the tables. I know it seems stupid, but that is the rules”

“Oh, sure, sorry,” Erik answered. He stood up and climbed off the table.

“There is a nice grassy area up there,” the Ranger pointed. “Probably more comfortable, too.”

“Okay, thanks,” Erik replied.

“Enjoy the day,” and the Ranger walked off.

Erik jumped off the table, held onto his shorts, grabbed his cooler and headed back to his car. He was proud of himself for staying. He got to the car and put his cooler on the floor of the passenger side front. He tossed his shorts on the seat and walked back around and got in. He buckled up and drove off to his next lawn to mow. He’d put the shorts on when he got there. Right now he was enjoying his being daring.
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Finally, it was the last yard. Erik always saved this as his last of the day. It was the a good family friend, the Cranmores. They has an amazing back yard with a built in pool. Mrs. Cranmore always left a towel out for Erik on mow day so he could jump in the pool. She usually would then come out with lemonade and snacks. Not the fake powder lemonade, the real thing. The only rule she had was that he had to rinse off with the hose before getting in. This week they were on vacation up in Maine, a trip they did several times each Summer. They had an awesome lake home up there. It was a hike, but Mr. C was a pilot and he would land right on the lake. They took Dylan and Erik last year, as they did not have children of their own. Erik smiled at the memories.

Erik quickly finished the front yard, including the trimming and sweeping. Usually he saved trimming and sweeping for after the whole yard was done, but today he had a different plan. Satisfied, he pushed the mower to the back. He unlocked the gate and entered the yard. It was totally private. A tall stockade fence blocked all views, but was redundant as there was not a house around them in back. Erik took off his shorts and threw them over the fence post. He grabbed the garden hose and rinsed off and jumped in the pool.

“Now I know why swimmers wear these,” Erik immediately thought as he felt the freedom of the water hitting all the uncovered parts of his body. No shorts floating around or filling with air. He really could not describe the feeling, but he liked it. It was like he was almost naked, which he really was, but for that 3 inch band of lycra. He took his hand and rubbed himself, feeling his bulge in the water. It was exhilarating and erotic. His youthful body quickly responded.

“Don’t get started, you got a lawn to finish” Eric thought to himself. He got out of the pool, admired how the suit clung to him almost as much as his running shorts did in water.

“Thanks Mrs. C,” he thought as he chuckled. She had remembered to place a giant beach towel and a small bag of cooked in a plastic bag on the lounger.

“Thanks Erik,” she wrote on the note. “Hope these are dry. Enjoy the cookies. You such a nice young man. Say hi to your family”

“She is so sweet” Erik thought.

Erik slipped back on his shoes, but left the shorts hanging. He looked around and felt totally secluded. He pulled the mower starter and began weaving his way through the yard, wearing nothing but shoes and his Navy and Gold swimsuit. He loved it. He was practically erect as he did it. Erik wound his way around the yard, stopping a couple times to hose himself down, letting the cold water wash over him and run down his chest and across his suit. He watched as the water parted around his bulge and ran a stream down both legs.

Erik mowed behind the shed. He was back there for several minutes, totally hidden. Erik took a little extra time back there to feel himself in the tight, damp suit. He rubbed his hand across the front and gently massaged himself until he was rock hard. He thought about going all the way, but instead he just wanted to tease himself. He resumed mowing and crossed back from behind the shed. As he did, he looked over to see Ben standing by the pool.

“Holy crap, dude” Ben said as he saw Erik. “What are you doing?”

Erik froze, speechless. Whatever aroused state he was in quickly disappeared. He finally responded, “It’s hot, so I have been jumping in and out of the pool.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Ben replied. “You sure wasted no time getting a Speedo. You look great in it, even if you are mowing the lawn.”

Erik went over to grab his shorts. He wasn’t sure what to do and he was trying to figure out Ben’s reaction. He pulled the shorts off the post when Ben stopped him.

“Dude, it’s fine, you can leave the shorts off,” Ben encouraged Erik. “I mean I wasn’t expecting to see you mowing the lawn in a blue Speedo, but hey…” Ben trailed off with a shrug. Ben actually liked what he saw, and he could feel himself responding to it. “I was driving by and saw your car, thought I’d swing in and see if you want to hang out later.”

“Hey, I am almost done and they are not home. They don’t mind if I jump in the pool. Want to hang tight for a few and we can take a swim?” Erik asked.

“I don’t have anything to swim in” Ben replied. “I’d actually love to.”

“You got your running bag? Throw on a pair of running shorts. You can change back here, it’s really private.”

Ben stood there, looking at Erik. It was an awkward pause as Ben debated what to do. Erik looked so cute, and practically naked. Ben was wearing his work uniform, blue cotton shorts that went almost to his knees and a white polo shirt with the logo of the country club where we he worked part time tending to golf carts and other odd jobs.

See continuation below...

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Ben was already in the pool when Erik finished up the sweeping. Ben stood along the wall watching Erik attentively as he zoomed about the yard, still clad only in the little blue and gold, almost yellow swimsuit. Between watching Erik and standing perfectly positioned in front of one of the pool jets, Ben was quite erotically stimulated. Erik leaped in off the diving board feet first into the eight foot end. While he was not a great swimmer, a simple push off the bottom and he was quickly in shallow water. Erik popped right up behind Ben and grabbed him around the waist.

“It’s time you got your head wet,” Ben commanded as he pulled Ben into the water. Ben’s light nylon running shorts floated up, exposing only the inner liner. The full side split seam gave the shorts little to hold them down.

“Okay, that’s it” said Ben playfully back as he emerged from the water. He grabbed Erik and pushed him under and the two began some rigorous horseplay, wrapping hands, legs and arms around each other as they tossed themselves about in the water. Each coping quick glances of each other under water. As they wrestled, Ben let his hand slide down and across the front of Erik’s suit, feeling the lycra wrapped bump in quick passes. Erik felt Ben’s hand slide across, but dismissed it as the perils of water wrestling.

They wrangled themselves into a corner, Erik tucked into the corner with Ben facing. Ben placed his arms on each side of Erik, trapping him into place. The two of them up against each other, but not quite touching. “I got you exactly where I want you” Ben proclaimed.

“Be gentle” Erik replied, smirking. “I’m just a skinny, helpless runner.”

“I am not so sure about that, Speedo man. You seem pretty strong to me”

Both of them secretly found the situation very arousing. Erik could feel himself growing inside the suit, but the tight material was holding him well in place. He slid his hand down and felt the top of him pushing hard against the tied waist. Likewise, Ben was also getting very aroused, but in his looser fitting shorts, he was expanding out to the front, tenting himself straight forward. Erik edged forward playing as if he was going to try to escape. As he did, Ben froze as Erik’s mid section touch up against the tenting of Ben’s shorts.

At first, Erik did not realize what he was feeling, but quickly he realized what was happening. Instead of pushing away, the two stayed against each other. Their bulging suit and shorts making direct contact. They both felt a surge of excitement mounting inside them. Erik wrapped his arms around Ben’s waist and pulled Ben into him. Ben did not fight it. The two embraced each other and held, every inch of their fronts pushing into each other. They gently rubbed against each other. Erik was so erect that the suit was forcing him into a sort of warped, erect position held back by the tightly tied waist. As his excitement grew, the bending strain intensified.

Ben started to shake slightly with growing arousal as he gently rubbed against Erik, the two of them both immersed in the feeling of each other and both very much turned on. Ben felt himself starting to reach a point of no return, as did Erik. Erik slid his hand down to adjust himself to allow his anatomy to stop bending outward like a bow. As Erik adjusted his position, his hand also rubbed against Ben. Ben was rock hard. Ben groaned.

“Oh man,” Erik whispered.

Ben suddenly realized the awkwardness of their situation. He quickly pushed away and swam under water across the pool.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” Ben said, caught somewhere between confused and mad. “I don’t know what just happened.”

Erik swam over and stood alongside Ben.

“It’s cool” Erik said. “I think we just got caught up in the moment.”

“Sorry,” Ben replied. “You looked so awesome in your new swimsuit. I guess you kind of turned me on.”

“I think we both turned each other on,” Erik said softly back.

“I guess I am kind of confused right now,” Ben replied, on the verge of tears. “I just don’t know. I don‘t want to f..k up our friendship”

“It won’t,” Erik whispered in Ben’s ear. “It really won’t.”

To be continued

[Swimmboy]

Need to catch my breath after that chapter - that was so erotic. The two studs, one in a Speedo, the other in a skimpy pair of running shorts becoming so aroused, yet still too shy to admit their true feelings. Can't wait for more chapters....

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, do you ever get hard writing these stories. Very highly erotic

[singletlover]

Wow oh wow.
Bulging in my speedos right now too

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

It was a two hour drive to the beach. Erik and Ben had done it a hundred times, so they had a ritual down. Both had the day off, so Erik stayed over the night before at Ben’s house. The plan was an early start so they could maximize the time on the beach. The two of them stayed up far later than they should have playing Pool and watching the late night shows, which was going to screw up the plans before they started. Ben had an amazing room that sat up over the garage and was huge. It had two beds, although Ben did not share it with anyone, perfect for sleep-overs. It also had its own small bath and shower. The walls were covered with photos and posters of the top runners of the era, all male, and all in running shorts. The two had not discussed the swimming pool events since they happened a couple days prior. With work schedules, they had not really seen each other much since then, either.

“So, what are you wearing to the beach?” Ben finally ventured closer to the unspoken topic.

“I have a really cool black and gold swimsuit that I was going to wear.” Eric replied.

“How many Speedo suits did you buy?” Ben asked.

“Three,” Erik answered, “but only because the third was half off.”

“Can I see it?” Ben asked

Erik rummaged through his bag and pulled it out, tossing it over the Ben. Ben held it up. “Really cool,” he replied. “The colors of our college, good choice”

“Yeah, I liked it.” Erik answered. “Want to see it on?”

Ben smiled at Erik as he thought for a second. “I bet you look hot in it, sure give me a fashion show.”

Ben was starting to feel a bit of excitement enter between his legs. Erik striped off his shorts and shirt and slid the suit on, right in front of Erik. The two had been in locker rooms together so many times that being naked in front of each other was no big deal.

“Ta da,” Erik announced as he turned to face Ben in the black and gold, tight fitting suit.

The black Nylon material had a slight shine to it. It was not as form fitting as the blue one the other day. It still looked great on Erik.

“I really like that suit.” Ben replied. “You really look great in it, so manly.”

“Thanks man,” Erik replied. Erik slowly slipped the suit off. Standing naked, he tossed the suit over to Ben. “Want to try it on? We are the same size.”

While Ben slid off his cotton plaid pajama pants, Erik slipped back into his pair of shorts. Ben slid the suit on; it still felt warm from Ben’s having just worn it. Ben felt himself get aroused as he pulled the suit over himself, struggling to make himself fit.

“I got rock hard the first time, too” Erik said the Ben. “I think the tight fit does that.”

“I see why you point yourself up. Only way it can fit.” Ben tied the strings, but his bulging anatomy made the suit huge. The Nylon struggled to give him as much room as it could, but it was a tight fit.

“Go look in the mirror, dude” Erik said with excitement. “You blow me away how good you look.”

“I have to admit it feels kind of neat,” Ben replied.

“Maybe we should stop and get you one of your own on the way.” Erik suggested.

“Maybe” Ben replied. He was actually intrigued with the whole idea of it.

Both guys were turned on again by each other, but neither said anything more as they lay in their separate beds. Instead the focus shifted to their plans for the next day, which included a long run on the beach, maybe some Frisbee, one on one volleyball. The best part was that they were both now of legal age, so even some cold beer entered the discussion. By the time they fell asleep it was almost two in the morning.

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Five came way too early, so they both agreed to sleep one more hour. Rising at 6, they quickly scrambled to get ready and make up time lost by the much needed sleep. Ben was eyeballing two different swim shorts, deciding which to wear. One was a boxer cut and the other looked more like traditional gym shorts, but with the pre-requisite mesh liner. Ben hated those liners, felt like your balls were being strung into fish net. Erik watched.

“Dude, I got an idea” Erik said animatedly. “How about you wear the black and gold swimsuit and I can wear the red and white one you have not seen yet.” Erik tossed the black and gold to Ben.

“You sure?” Ben asked.

“Yeah, it will be great!” Erik replied with so much enthusiasm it was contagious.

“Awesome, man” Ben replied as he pulled the black and gold suit on. “Let me see what the red one looks like.”

Erik turned and showed off the red and white. Being the lycra blend, it was much more form fitting, as his blue one was at the pool.

“Dude, you look freaking awesome.” Ben observed. “You gonna wear shorts in the car?” Ben asked.

“I’ll take them, but no, I was planning to just wear a T-shirt over.” Erik replied.

“Cool, me too.” Ben agreed. “Sure beats those mesh nut holders.”

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Ben was fast asleep once they got on the highway. He had one hand nestled right between his legs and the other on his left leg mid-thigh. Erik drove listening to the local top hits station and drinking coffee from their quick pit stop at 7-11. He chuckled at the look of the lady at the counter as the two nearly naked, handsome young men came parading in with T shirts that hung below their swimsuits. “You boys got pants on, right?” she asked. Erik laughed at the whole memory.

“It was pretty ballsy,” Erik thought to himself as he glanced over at Ben. Ben’s shirt was pulled up such that his whole suit was exposed. Erik marveled at how handsome Ben looked. Erik reached over and slid his hand on top of Ben’s left hand and held it there. Ben felt Eric’s hand. In a mere millisecond Ben made a choice, when he could have pushed away he instead clasped around Erik’s hand. As Erik drove at 60, Ben went from truly asleep to pretend asleep, the only give away was the soft smile that came over his face. It was a gutsy move for both. It also was a breakthrough.

“This just feels right,” Ben thought.

“It really does.” Eric’s thoughts answered.

Ben dozed back off and as he did he slid Erik’s hand up his leg such that Erik could feel the point where Ben’s suit wrapped down between his legs. This caused Erik to grow hard as the side of his hand could feel Ben. Ben, too was getting aroused as he slept. Erik shifted his mind back to the road, distracting his thoughts.

About an hour out from the beach, Erik took an exit that offered a food stop. The slowing car and the exit curve woke Ben. Erik also had removed his hand to shift gears and slow down.

“What’s wrong?” Ben asked.

“Just need some more coffee and to use the rest room” Erik replied. “You were sound asleep.”

“Good idea,” Ben replied. “Kind of rude of me to sleep while you drive. I’ll buy the coffee.”

“You were funny,” Erik replied. “Out like a light.”

“Guess we were up too late, I’ll probably sleep on the beach, too.” Ben added.

They found a 7-11 store and pulled in. Erik parked the car and opened the door. He got out and noticed Ben was fidgeting around, reaching for his bag in the back seat. Erik had on a T-shirt over the top of his swimsuit. “You coming in?” he asked.

“Yeah, let me grab my shorts” Ben replied as he found his shorts.

“Alright, I‘ll see you inside,” Erik replied. Erik skipped the shorts and just went in, his shirt hanging down such that all you saw was his bare legs from about midway to the knees. After a quick pit stop in the rest room, he was getting coffee when Ben walked in.

“I thought you were going to wear your shorts,” Erik sort of asked and observed.

“I was, but then I felt weird dressing by the car. Plus they are so short, the shirt covered them just as much,” Ben replied.

Despite the early hour, they grabbed sodas and chips for the rest of the ride. Erik also grabbed a pint of chocolate milk. Erik loved chocolate milk.

“You guys headed to the beach,” the guy behind the counter asked. “Nice day for it,” he added not even waiting for their reply. “Wish I could join you.”

“Come on with us,” Ben replied. The counter guy was tall, lean and clearly worked out. He had broad shoulders, probably from weights. He had on Khaki colored shorts and a yellow work polo shirt. Erik noticed him, too. “He’d be smoking in a Speedo,” Erik thought. Both secretly hoped he’d say yes. He didn’t.

“Where’s your girlfriends?” a young lady, probably early 20’s interjected into the conversation. “Two handsome guys like you must have some cute girlfriends.” she teased.

“No, just us,” Erik replied.

“So, lift those shirts, let me see your swim shorts,” the girl replied, clearly flirting with them.

“Don’t mind her,” the counter guy slid into the banter.

“Can’t a girl check out guys in swim trunks,” she teased them back.

With that Erik lifted his shirt, saying “so, what do you think?” Ben about fell over.

“Oh my, sweet. I love Speedos.” she added. “You must be on a swim team? Where is yours? ” she pressed Ben. Erik observed the counter guys face light up when he saw his choice of swimsuit. It was more than just a smile.

Ben finally quickly lifted up his shirt. By then several other customers were waiting to pay, so the banter ended there. The two grabbed their stuff and headed out to the car. They were quickly back on the road.

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[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Eight college friends, all guys, finished breakfast and got their stuff ready for the beach. It was nearing 8 am, and they wanted to get out and secure a good spot to set up a volleyball net and claim their space. The gang had rented a house for the week. No girls, just the eight of them. It was an eclectic mix; three guys were on swim team, two in band, one wrestler, and the rest were simply students. They all had unique interests, a wide mix of looks, but one important common attribute across all of them, their mutual desire to keep it just a guy’s week. In fact, there was no risk of anything different. They all were out, at least to each other, if not various levels of the world.

They set up camp at the far north end of the beach. The volleyball net up, they spread out their blankets and towels. Within minutes a big chunk of the soft golden sand was covered with all the trappings of a great day at the beach. A cooler with cold beer and other assorted liquids was set up. Beer was technically not allowed, but the beach patrol rarely ventured up this far. The house was a short walk over the dunes.

Two of the three swim team guys claimed a blanket closest to the water and laid out on their backs. The rest of the gang set up blankets close by, all within talking distance. As diverse as their personalities was the choices of swimwear, ranging from Speedo and Arena suits all the way to Birdwell Beach Britches, which were about as close to board shorts as was on the market at the time, at least in this part of the South.

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“You’re quite the show off,” Ben said to Erik as they accelerated down the highway. “You wasted no time letting that girl check you out.” It was almost as if Ben was jealous, maybe even mad.

“Three is no way I was interested in her,” Erik replied. “Not at all!” Erik added strongly. “I think the guy was more interested in us than she was.” Erik added after a pause.

There was an awkward silence in the car. Ben was looking out the side window, not saying anything.

“Are you okay?” Erik asked. He could sense something had changed, but he was not sure what. Maybe he had embarrassed Ben by making him show off his swimsuit.

“Yeah, fine,” Ben answered. “Just thinking, I guess.”

“Look, we are gonna have fun today, we need to” Erik changed the subject. “Just us on the beach.”

Ben came around and the banter was back. In 45 minutes they wheeled onto Atlantic Avenue.

“I think we should head north, it is more private up there.”

“Good call,” Ben replied.

They found a road a road with some parking spots at a dune crossing onto the beach. They were up at the far north end, amongst a variety of beach homes. Mostly investment properties that were weekly rentals.

Erik grabbed his bag of towels and blanket and the cooler with drinks and snacks. He threw his shirt in the back of the Gremlin, now standing outside the car in nothing but his red and white Speedo. Ben watched as Eric got ready and followed his lead, stripping to just the black and gold swimsuit Erik lent him. Erik admired how amazing he looked. Ben grabbed the volleyball and some other game stuff and his own towel bag. Erik locked the car and the two headed out to the beach.

The day was perfect. The sky was deep blue with no clouds; a light ocean breeze could be felt wisping over the dunes. The sand was a soft golden yellow and had not yet absorbed the heat of the day. They both made their way over the dune wall typical of the mid-Atlantic coast. As they crested the dune, Erik stopped to take it in. Despite the number of times he came to the beach, he always was awestruck by the ocean. Ben was behind and had been admiring Erik’s back profile, the way his suit wrapped his tight, muscular butt. Ben had watched this aspect of Erik many times in his running shorts, but the swimsuit was such a better view. He could almost tackle Erik right there.

“What are ya looking at?” Ben said as he came up right behind Erik and put his head on Erik’s shoulder. The move brought Ben’s front right against Erik’s back side, the feel of Erik’s muscular butt against the part of Ben that would enjoy it most. He popped hard almost immediately.

“Just taking it in” Erik replied. He felt Ben against him and his body started to react the same as Ben’s. The two stayed there for several seconds, almost in an embrace. It could have led to more, but instead they resumed their trek, their bulging suits quite a bit more prominent.

Off the path they went left, heading a bit more north. They saw a spread of blankets, towels and a volleyball net with quite a collection of guys. There were a few others on the beach, but it was still early. Erik stopped at a point about 75 feet from the group of guys, at least three of whom had taken notice of the two new visitors, especially their swimsuits.

“This look good?” Erik asked

“Perfect,” Ben replied.

They laid out there stuff and got everything situated. Ben was on the left, Erik on the right, of the large blanket they had spread out. Two towels, side by side, marked their respective spots. Once they were settled, they both stood side by side, looking at the water. They were still aroused from their stop on the dune, their suits pressing against their semi-erect anatomy. The lycra suit displayed Erik more detailed than the Nylon on Ben, a view Ben liked.

“I’m getting wet,” Ben announced as he darted off to the water.

“Last one in is a loser” Erik proclaimed as he darted past Ben.

The rushed out into the waves. The water was moderately cool, which was exactly what they both needed to calm their raging hormones. Ben leaped over a wave in chest waist deep water and dove into the one behind. He emerged several feet further out. Erik followed and came up next to him.

“This feels awesome” Erik replied. “Just what I needed.”

Ben smiled in agreement as they jumped through the next several waves. On shore the gang of eight enjoyed the view of the two of them in the water.

“I had a major boner going on,” Ben admitted. “This cool water was exactly what I needed.”

“Yeah,” I kind noticed back there. Erik replied.

“Dude, you were pretty hard yourself,” Ben replied, teasing.

“Must be that you drive me wild,” Erik replied. “Just saying…”

“Interesting…” Ben trailed off as he took another battle at the waves.

After twenty minutes in the water, the two made their way back out to their blanket and towels. Their suits fit much less snugly, but the wet material was wrapping around them, giving the rest of the beach quite the view. Ben laid down on his stomach, quickly rolling onto his back. Erik faced the water and sat.

Ben pulled on Erik’s shoulder. “Lay back, it feels awesome.” Erik followed his request and the two were side by side laying in the sun. Their lean bodies on display and their suits showing the prominent bulges of their youthful, fit bodies. Erik slid his hand such that it was touching against Ben’s. Ben smiled as he closed his eyes. It was the start of what was going to be an amazing day.

They had caught the eye of their neighbors, as well.

To be continued....

[Swimmboy]

Another great chapter - hoping the New Year will bring us even more adventures with Erik and Ben!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Erik and Ben both loved running on the beach; the chance to run barefoot along the surf, at a nice easy pace, sweat dripping down their chests. After their fitful, somewhat erotic nap, that really only accomplished making themselves more sexually charged, the two took a quick jump into the water and then set off heading south down the beach. They started at a very slow pace, getting the kinks out. Erik pulled out the strings from inside his suit, not for any particular reason, other than he thought they looked cool swinging as they ran. As they set off, they again captured the curiosity of the guys next to them on the beach. There was a bit of discussion on what Ben and Erik’s story was. About half were convinced that they were probably just two straight guys who were hanging out together, while the rest were certain there was more to the story. They watched as the two Speedo clad, cute guys headed down the beach.

“It’s amazing how much more free I feel in this than running shorts” Erik said to Ben, referring to his swimsuit. “And our shorts are really not much longer.”

“Maybe we should tell coach that we should run in swimsuits from now on,” Ben replied.

“That would be cool,” Erik replied. “But it would look funny in winter.”

“How far should we go?” Ben queried.

“Let’s see how we feel at half an hour and decide. Whatever we do, we have to run back, too”

“Cool” Ben replied.

“I stuck $10 in my waist in case we want to get a drink along the way” Erik added. Sure enough the top of a ten dollar bill was sticking out of his waist band on his right side. He looked like a male stripper holding his tips.

As they went along, they gradually picked up the pace. As runners on the beach go, they were clearly much faster and far more serious about it than most. The more south they got, the more crowded the beach became. They passed by a group of girls, probably mid-teens, who cheered them on as they ran by. Erik smiled at them and gave them a high five sign. The sweat rolling off Erik’s chest kept the front of his suit soaked, while the sides were dry. The red material showed a clear contrast between the dry parts and the wet parts, accentuating his frontal bulge.

“I know a cool spot we can stop and grab a drink” Erik said, as they approached thirty minutes. “It’s probably another ten minutes,” he added. “You good?”

“Good” Ben replied.

They arrived at the main part of the beach, which was packed, at about 45 minutes. They slowed to a walk and headed off the sand and up to the boardwalk. They found a bench and Ben took claim to it, while Erik went to buy them some waters. They both leaned back on the bench, waters in hand, enjoying the view. They each checked out the guys on the beach. While Speedo suits were not the choice of most guys, they were not uncommon, either. The rest of the guys mostly wore swim shorts, but even these were short enough.

“That was an awesome run” Ben offered up. He was looking at Erik’s bulging suit as he said so. Erik’s anatomy had slipped to the left, and was clearly outlined by the wet material. Ben reached over and rubbed Erik’s upper leg. “That red suit looks great on you.” Erik felt himself get a twinge of arousal.

“Remember we got to run back, now” Erik replied as he rested, legs stretching out. He did nothing to remove Ben’s hand. Truth was he was enjoying it. They sat quietly for a few minutes watching the beach. Erik slipped his right hand on Ben’s back, just above his waistband. It was as if they became immersed in their own world amongst the aura of the crowded beach and the almost hot day. Ben slid his hand higher and higher up Erik’s leg. Erik moved his leg closer to Ben, slightly bent at the knee.

Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to the two of them, as their minds turned from water and a running break to the joy of each other. In his own thoughts, Erik just wanted to roll over and embrace Ben and let nature take its course. The two of them were making their desires with each other very clear, but there was a time and a place. This was probably neither. As much as his mind knew that, his body was taking on thoughts of its own. He began to swell in his swimsuit.

Ben’s hand slid up the leg and Ben continued right between the legs and up across the front of Erik’s suit, sliding along the outline of Erik’s anatomy. In an instant, Erik went from merely swelling, to fully hard. Ben reversed his course sliding his hand back down along the suit and onto Erik’s upper thigh. Erik froze in place as he felt himself react, glancing down to see himself fully on display in the tiny red suit. Ben was hard, as well, but not as much as Erik. .

“F..K dude,” Erik whispered to Ben as he sat straight up, bending over himself at his waist. “You are making me hard as a rock. I can’t even stand up”

“Maybe we better go in the water,” Ben said.

Erik looked totally perplexed. “Yeah, but I can’t walk there like this.” He said. “Look at me.” Erik was hoping it would quickly calm down, but the tightness of the suit and the feeling he had was not letting that happen.

“Sorry man,” Ben said. “I guess I got carried away.”

“No, you were fine,” Erik replied. “Obviously I liked it.” Erik bent back over and wiggled his legs back and forth. He stayed as hard as ever, trapped in just that straining red and white suit. “Oh man, please” he thought to himself as he felt his manhood push against the tight lycra fabric. As much as he tried to calm down, the feeling of the suit on his sensually aroused anatomy kept him erect. He could feel his body wanting to take it further.

“You okay, man” Ben said.

“I can’t stop it,” Erik replied. “I might shoot off right here,” Erik added emphatically. Realizing that his effort was not making things better, Erik just stood up, displaying his tight suit and erect anatomy. He had no choice but to bolt to the water.

“See you in the water,” Eric proclaimed as he dashed off the boardwalk and did not stop until he was up to his waist in the cool ocean surf. Whatever people saw of him would have been a quick blur. Thankfully he made it in time. The last thing he wanted was to blow up inside his suit, at least not yet. He dunked down in the water and opened his waistband to allow the cold water to make its way inside. He felt his arousal ease.

Ben followed, tossing the water bottles as he passed a receptacle. He joined Erik in the water, running right up behind him and grabbing him around the waist. The cool water was helping both of them, but especially Erik. They stayed in the water for at least fifteen minutes, jumping waves and diving under them, as control came back over Erik. Every so often they would hang onto each other, but in a less obvious way and erotic way.

“Oh man, that was close,” Erik said to Ben.

“Man that lycra material does show all” Ben said to Erik as they walked out.

“Yeah, it does,” Erik replied. “But I like how it feels, as you can tell.”

“And how it looks,” Ben teased back. “Well, at least I do.”

They finally emerged from the water. Erik was not fully back to normal, nor would he be the rest of the day, but at least he had regained his control. Each passing event was making him more and more aroused and ready. His suit would feel and look more filled out the rest of the day, as his body waited the next opportunity to go all the way. Ben was in a similar state of mind.

To be continued....

[solarguy]

This is a great story! I feel as though I'm right here with the guys. Thank you and Happy New year!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Writers note: You will see a cameo appearance of two characters from prior stories... interesting to see if you know who they are...

Joe and Bill were two older guys, closer to retirement, who owned a condo at the beach. They had been together for years. Each day they walked the beach. Joe wore a navy blue nylon swimsuit, not quite as small as a brief, but not as large as a square cut. Joe was a diver in college and he still did some diving, but not as much and not as elaborate. However, he swam daily. Their permanent home was about two hours away, in the same city Ben and Erik lived. Joe was a huge fan of the university swim team back home, rarely missing a swim meet. Joe loved the art of swimming and diving. While he was more attuned to the men’s swimming, he also watched closely the ladies team. Bill was in a form fitting Jantzen suit, with much longer sides. It had a variety of colors from red to blue to green on it. Bill was not as into the sports as Joe, more of the artist than the sports fan. The two complimented each other nicely.

The two were about a mile into their walk, holding hands as they strolled along the surf. Joe heard the footsteps fast approaching them from behind. Bill and he stopped and turned, seeing Ben and Erik running up behind them. They were both about ankle deep in the water, splashing as they went.

“My, aren’t they handsome young men” Joe said to Bill as they approached.

“Yes, they are. That’s what our sons would look like,” Bill replied. Both Joe and Bill never had children, the world was not at the point where two guys could adopt. So, they were left to vicariously adopt in their minds, which they did so frequently on their weekend stays at the condo.

“I love that they are running in their swimsuits, really shows off their muscular legs,” Joe observed to Bill.

“Hi guys,” Bill said as the two passed,

Ben and Erik both acknowledged them with a wave as they slowed to not splash them. Once past them, they resumed their strong pace. Erik was pushing Ben a bit on the run, Erik being the longer distance guy.

“Must be swimmers in school,” Bill answered Joe’s earlier observation on swimsuits.

“You know, I am not sure,” Joe said. “I am guessing running team, the guy in red is really lean up top. Built like a serious runner. The shorter guy could be a swimmer.”

“Well, either way, they are nice looking guys,” Bill answered.

“Bet they get all the ladies they want.” Joe replied. They both chuckled, as they followed the same route as the two runners, albeit at a more leisurely pace.

“Who knows,” Bill replied. “They could be like us.”


It was shortly after lunch when Erik and Ben’s run got them back to their spot. The gang of eight was much more active now. They had a volleyball game going, four on four. It was clear they had broken into the stash of beer they brought out. The two Speedo wearers were on the same team, a third guy in a short square cut was also on that team. The long shorts guy, he one in the Birdwell’s, was on the same team, which made for interesting contrast. It was not clear which team was winning, but from the excitement it was clear that they were keeping score.

“That shorts dude can really play,” Ben said as the two stood and watched. “Watch him when he gets the chance to spike.” Sure as Ben said it, he had this amazing vertical leap and he sent the ball crashing into the sand of the opposing team. He was also seriously fit, and looked amazing with his tight stomach and defined pecs. Too bad he wore those long shorts, both guys were thinking.

“He seriously must play college,” Erik stated.

Not to be outdone, Ben and Erik grabbed their Frisbee and went out to the surf to start their own game. Ben tossed the first pass, sending Erik leaping up to catch it. Erik came splashing down into the surf. He returned the pass, which went high over Ben’s head, sending him scurrying down the beach to retrieve it. Erik smiled as Ben’s tight butt shot down the beach.

They resumed play. Each time Erik jumped up, Ben watched the exposed strings of his suit flail in the wind. Ben liked the look so much, he pulled his strings free. The white strings against the black made them stand out even more than the strings against Erik’s red. They both really liked seeing each other leaping in the air, legs extended in some way, showing off the strength of their bodies and their physiques. Ben intentionally threw the net pass out into the water, watching Erik rush after it, diving into the surf to catch it. Erik splashed hard into the water, grabbing the Frisbee. He threw the Frisbee back at Ben as he headed back to the shore, once again his suit soaked and clinging.

“Nice catch,” they both heard a voice say. They turned to see one of the two Speedo clad swimmers from the group walking toward them. The volleyball game had stopped, and most of the group had returned to their towels. “Mind if I join you guys? You look like you are having fun.”

“Not at all,” Erik replied.

“I’m Chris,” he reached out his hand. Ben came over and they all shook. “Nice swimsuits,” he added.

Chris was wearing an Arena brand suit that was black with red, blue and green bands running across the front. He looked amazing in it, and he filled it out really well. He had really tight ab muscles and strong shoulders. His hair was a medium brown with copper colored eyes. He was not as tall as Erik, but taller than Ben, probably 6’1”. What was really interesting is he had an incredibly long torso, which was where he got his height, not in his legs.

After the intros, Ben jogged backwards on the beach and tossed the Frisbee to Chris. The three of them hit is off really well. They hadn’t learned anything about each other, but for names and the fact that they all clearly liked the same type of swimsuits. They played Frisbee for the next 45 minutes or so, three very hot guys in really incredible swimsuits.


“What would you say if a guy told you that he really liked you?” Ben asked Erik as they meandered alone up the beach after the Frisbee game.

“I don’t know, I think I’d be okay with it,” Erik replied.

“I don’t mean like, I mean really liked you,” Ben added with emphasis on the second half. “You know like you turned him on.”

“Hmmm, “ Erik paused. “It really depends on who it is. What about you? What if someone, another guy, was into you in a big way?”

“I’ve been thinking about that lately,” Ben replied.

As they went more north, the beach became more and more deserted. They walked in silence for a while. Erik reached over and took Ben’s hand. They were alone on the beach as far as they could see. They both looked at each other, deeply into their eyes and smiled.

“You know, Ben, I know this all seems to be happening so fast, but I really am attracted to you,” Erik finally said. “I never expected it, but lately it is all I think about.”

“Especially since the pool,” Ben responded, tightening his clasp on Erik’s hand. A sense of relief came over him now that it was out in the open. Erik felt the same sense, as well. They stopped and embraced, two Speedo guys alone on a beach, enjoying the touch of each other. Their relationship had just taken a monumental leap. They felt themselves against each other, just as they had in the pool, but this time they enjoyed the sensation. Erik quickly responded, Ben feeling his response. Slowly they separated, both very aroused, They walked further and talked more. They enjoyed one of the deepest, most thought provoking conversations of their young lives. Their friendship was tested and it passed . Other than their very erotic hug, nothing sexual happened, it was so much deeper than that. To where they were going they did not know, but they were going to follow this relationship wherever it took them.


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[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Eight names to remember. “Who thought this was a test,” wondered Erik and Ben. When the two guys got back from their walk up the beach, Chris asked if they’d like to join the volleyball effort. The gang had dug deep into the beer stash. Chris offered them each one, which they both accepted. The cold beer felt very refreshing.

Patrick was the other swimmer in a Speedo. His was a printed pattern, also made of lycra and it fit him snugly. He had amazing blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked like he walked right out of a California beach advertisement, the poster perfect California male, except that he was not from California. He was less outgoing than Chris, but it quickly became clear Chris and he were more than just casual friends. As they formed teams, Patrick stood next to Chris and rubbed his butt the whole time. Chris was enjoying Patrick’s affection. As they stood there, Patrick stepped in close to Chris, rubbing himself against Chris’s upper leg.

“Speedo guys versus shorts,” one of the guys proposed, referring to any of the guys in swim briefs. With the four guys in swim briefs and the square cut guy, the math worked out. The down side was the spiker in shorts was against them. The shorts team won the first serve. They built a quick 5 – 1 lead, largely off the power of the spiking dude. With that, the trash talk began between the team.

“Guys, we gotta get control of this game,” Chris said as they huddled. Five guys in form fitting swimwear all nestled in a circle. It was quite the sight to behold. They decided that they needed to attack the spikes more.

“They are gonna f..king hurt,” said Ben to Erik, referring to the spikes. As the guys in front, they needed to get tough.

The game took a huge turn, and was tied up at 8 to 8, playing to 21. It stayed neck and neck through the next ten pairs of scores, now tied at 18 up. The spiker guy was losing some of his power, either that or the beer was making him mellow. It was 20 up, Speedo team had the serve. Need to win by 2, which meant they were going at least to 22. Erik did a leap serve and the ball sailed over the net. A guy in really short Jantzen swim shorts jumped high and returned it, which was a break since the serve was clearly going out of bounds. The ball landed squarely in Chris’s hands as he drove it to the front line. Patrick set up a high ball, which gave Ben the chance to drive a hard spike. Score.

Erik repeated the leap serve, but hit it softer. It dropped mid court, picked up by the same Jantzen shorts. He set the ball up for the spike. Birdwell shorts guy lifts off his feet to slam the spike, He drives it hard toward the sand. Erik and Chris dive for it. Erik’s hands clasped tightly, he stops the spike, sending the ball back up. Square cut volleys it over. The shorts team was so certain that the spike was the final play they were not ready. The ball lands square on the sand. Game over at 22 to 20. Speedo team wins.

The gang played a three game set, Speedo team won the first and third games.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Writers note: This segment is very graphic, please beware if you prefer not to read graphic content. Btw, all characters are over the age of 18.

Despite the offer from the guys to stay over and hit the town, Erik and Ben opted to spend some more time on the beach before hitting the road home. They all exchanged names and phone numbers and agreed to meet again sometime. Hugs and handshakes all around. It was nearing 5PM and the gang started to head back to their beach house, leaving the beach to the Ben and Erik. It was still warm, and the sun was still high in the sky. Ben and Erik adjusted their towels to maximize the remaining sun and they laid down side by side.

“That was fun,” Ben said as he reached over and took Erik’s hand.

“Yes it was,” Erik replied.

Eyes closed, they laid quietly for about thirty minutes. This far up, the beach was deserted and they were nestled behind the dunes, not visible to the oceanfront homes. Ben was still lying on his back, the pent up sexual energy was stirring within him. Erik rolled on his side to face Ben. “You look cute,” Erik whispered. Ben’s strings were still hanging out of his suit, laying over the front of him. Erik started to play with the strings with his finger. Ben looked at him and smiled. Ben slid his hand up and between Erik’s legs.

As they laid there, Erik started to rub Ben’s chest, across his nipples, teasing him there. He slid his hand down along Ben’s chest and abs. Ben was firm and tight, his abs solid. Erik watched as Ben started to grow inside the suit, enjoying watching his body respond to the stimulation of touch. He stopped for a few a minute as a young couple passed by, the first they had seen since the guys left. Once past, Erik resumed his exploration. His hand venturing further down Ben’s abdomen, playing with his belly button, then along the top of his swimsuit waist band, again playing with his strings.

“Oh man, Erik, you are driving me wild,” Ben said softly to Erik. Ben’s hand between Erik’s legs was doing the same to Erik, as Ben gently massaged the against the small band of material between Erik’s legs.

“Just enjoy it,” Erik whispered back. Ben was now fully erect in the suit, which was clear by the size of the mountain his suit was forming. Ben was positioned down, so as he grew he was forming a nice round bulge, the outline of his manhood growing more clear against the black nylon material.

Erik slid his hand down and across the mound, gently massaging it and feeling the outline of Ben within his hand. He followed the outline as it wrapped between his legs. He teased the furthest point with his fingers. Ben moaned as he kept growing inside the suit. The bend of his erection as it was held down by the material was making Ben all that much more aroused.

“Holy sh.t,” Ben said. He groaned a bit.

Erik slowed, teasing Ben, letting his anticipation build.

“Oh man, please don’t stop now,” Ben pleaded. Erik felt Ben’s body stiffen a bit as he tried to hold back. Ben felt his juices start to flow inside. That last surge of hardness was entering him, his manhood wanting to rip through the material. Ben took Erik’s hand and placed it on his bulge. “Please,” Ben said.

Erik slowly rubbed Ben’s suit, working his way along all of Ben.

“I can’t stop,” said Ben. Erik felt the first thrust as Ben exploded inside the suit. The wetness of Ben’s action flowing down between his legs. As he exploded, Ben clasped onto Erik’s own anatomy between his legs. He could feel that Ben was also rock hard.

“Dude, sorry about messing up your swimsuit,” Ben said as his body finished its pulsations.

Erik did not respond, he was too into his own situation, enjoying the grip Ben had on him. Erik rolled onto his back, letting Ben’s hand slip free. Erik was positioned up, which gave his bulging suit a different look from Ben’s mound. Erik was solid inside the tight suit, his anatomy clearly outlined as if laid pointing up at his chest, held back by the tightly tied waist. Ben laid next to him, catching his breath, his own body calming down within the wet and sticky suit.

Another cluster of folks ventured by, Erik giving them quite the show, if they looked. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, as if that made it better. Ben snickered at the thought of Ben laying there with a clear boner in his red and white swimsuit. After they went by, Ben rolled over onto his side to face Erik. He took his hand up Erik’s leg.

“Your turn” Ben said to Erik.

“It’s okay,” Erik replied. His body, however, was sending a response clearly different. Erik reached up and adjusted his position to the left, giving himself room to grow. He quickly took advantage of the added space.

Ben glanced up and down the coast, seeing nobody near. He slid his hand up and over Erik, playing with his chest and abs. He rubbed down his middle abdomen and massaged the end of his bulging anatomy. Erik did not think he could get any more hard, but he did.

“Oh wow, “ Erik moaned as he pressed himself into Erik’s hand. “I’ve never been this hard in my life,” he added. Erik was in total ecstasy, enjoying the feeling of his aroused state. As much as he wanted to let go, he suppressed the urge, letting his body continue to respond to the pleasures Ben was giving him. He loved the feeling of being rock hard.

“Dude, you got amazing control,” Ben expressed. Erik moaned in response as he pushed his body into suppression. Minutes went by as Ben continued to stimulate Erik. Finally, Erik decided to let his body do what he so badly needed. Ben gently teased Erik, pressing his fingers along each side of the outline of his manhood, which made Erik shiver with excitement. Erik wanted to explode so bad, his body remained hard and stiff, but he did not yet feel the juices within him flowing.

“Ben, please, help me,” Erik softly whispered. “Oh my, oh my”

Several minutes more passed as Erik tried to reach climax, his body getting more and more aroused, but he was not achieving the goal. Two guys walking the beach were getting too close.

“Roll over,” Ben said. “People coming.”

“Sh.t,” said Erik as he rolled over, feeling his hardness pressed between him and the towel. He bit the towel with excitement. “Oh crap, something’s wrong, I can’t get myself to shoot,” Erik pleaded to Ben. He pressed against his hardness into the sand as the guys went by. As hard as he tried, he was frozen into a state of rock hard erection. His mind pleading internally with his body to bring him to release. Even harder now than ever before, Erik rolled back over. Ben laid his head on Erik’s chest and further massaged the front of him. Erik kept moaning. He pressed hard into Ben’s hand each time he rubbed.

“Oh Ben, please, please” Erik whispered between groans. Ben was not sure what to do. Erik looked so beyond aroused. He slid his hand down and rubbed Erik’s legs and then his abs, then back onto his suit. He felt Erik’s body shaking in excitement and desire. Erik moaned louder as he tried to get himself to explode.

“Ben please, work me,” Erik urged as he became more animated. Finally, Erik stiffened as he started to feel the surge within his balls. “Oh thank goodness” he thought to himself as he could feel himself get that last push of steel erection. He grabbed Ben’s hand and held it on himself, pressing up into it. He worked himself in the hand. Ben found this very arousing, and despite having just finished he started getting hard again, himself.

“Work me Ben,” Erik said quietly. As Ben did, Erik burst through with the first surge, as Ben held him, feeling the pulsation of Erik’s body. The surges kept coming as Erik laid there, his body thrusting with each pulse. Ben now sitting next to him watched as Erik finally achieved release. It was quite erotic.

“Dude, you really had me worried, “ Ben said.

“You? I thought I was never going to let go.” Erik said between sucking in air. The front of his suit was soaked as his body still was letting the last of himself go. “Oh man, that was amazing.”

The two guys rolled onto their stomachs and laid there, watching the surf. Their suits were both soaked, but they did not seem to mind. The warm sun felt good. They took it all in.

“Probably should get going soon” Erik said.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Ben replied.

Patrick and Chris had been sitting up in the dunes, not intentionally watching Ben and Erik, rather enjoying a private moment themselves. They smiled at each other. They were right all along about the two new friends. They would never tell them that they saw the whole thing. It was not long ago they were at the same point. They quietly went back to the house and joined the rest of the guys. Ben and Erik took one more swim in the ocean. This time they got deep enough to shed the suits and give them a good washing, letting the salt water flush them out. They enjoyed the sensation of being in the water naked, suits in hand. Erik and Ben each checked the other out, their anatomy floating in the water. They stayed out there for quite a while. Finally they slipped their fully rinsed and clean suits back on and headed home.

“Quite the day,” they both thought. Quite the day.

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, not sure how you can keep writing these highly erotic but very touching stories. Wonderful. Keep up the great work.

[pburks1]

You really should look into getting all these published. They're great! :)

[Swimmboy]

Very hot and erotic, as well as sentimental. Love that Erik and Ben finally brought each other to a needed release.
Now, the older guys - wasn't Joe the name of the man from your earlier story who had a crush on the young swimmer and took him to stay with him at the beach condo?

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Swimmboy, you are right on top of this. Yes, Joe and Bill comes from the story of Zach and me. You might recall that by the time Joe and I met Bill was no longer around and Joe had not been to the condo in quite some time. I thought I'd weave them into my work on Erik and Ben. I know Joe would love that I did. I hope that Bill does not mind. Stay tuned, I may weave some more past characters into this story. This time it is all total fiction (well, some of the circumstances may not be...). Thanks for being such a supportive reader.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Erik’s weekly visit to the Cranmore’s lawn came around again. He was wearing a green pair of Frank Shorter brand nylon running shorts over the black and gold swimsuit. It was a hot day, full sun. His shorts were soaked in sweat from the previous lawns. He was so looking forward to jumping in the pool. As he pulled in he saw Mrs. C’s Ford Pinto wagon in the driveway. He unloaded the lawnmower, toweled the sweat off his chest and grabbed the gas can. As he filled the mower with gas he heard Mrs. C open the front door.

“Erik, sweetie, it is way too hot to work,” she said as she walked out.

“I know Mrs. C.,” Erik replied. “I will sure need to jump in that pool today. How was Maine?”

“Way more pleasant than here,” she replied. “We were thinking we should take Dylan and you back up there this year…… that is if you want.”

“We’d love that.” Erik replied excitedly. “It is so cool up there.”

“Let me get you some lemonade before you start,” she replied as she rushed back to the house.

“I wish all my customers were as nice as her,” Erik thought.

Filled on lemonade and cookies, Erik spent the next couple hours mowing the grass and trimming. He finished up, saturated in fresh sweat. Mrs. C. was sitting on the back porch reading a book in the shade.

“Mind if I hose off and jump in,” Erik asked politely.

“Of course you can, sweetie.” Mrs. C. replied. “You don’t need to ask.”

Erik grabbed the hose and soaked himself with water. He stripped out of the shorts, leaving them poolside and jumped in. He swam a round for a bit, then came up to the wall. The cool water felt so awesome.

“I always save this as my last lawn of the day,” Erik said to Mrs. C.

“I see you wore a swimsuit, too.” She replied. “Good idea.”

Erik climbed out of the pool. While he was swimming she had put a towel on the chair next to the pool. Erik grabbed the towel and dried off. “Thanks,” he said. She smiled back at him

“Any time, Erik. I like your swimsuit. Is it new?” Mrs. C replied “You and your brother are such handsome young men.”

“Thanks, yeah I got this swimsuit last week.” Erik replied.

“You will catch the girls’ attention that is for sure.” She replied. “Sit, have some lemonade and let me get more cookies.”

Erik and she had a nice conversation about school, college coming up, and girls. Erik said he was not much into girls yet, which she assured him would change when the right one came along.

“Maybe,” Erik replied.

Once he was all dry and the lemonade gone, he grabbed his shorts. Mrs. C. gave him a big hug. “Come by anytime,” she offered. “Bring a friend or Dylan. I like it when you boys are over.” Erik never put the shorts back on. He tossed them over the passenger seat and got in. He headed over to see if Ben was home. He rubbed himself as he drove. The excitement of some time with Ben was already making Erik’s body respond.


“You got my suit on,” teased Ben when he saw Erik.

“Yeah, wore it just for you,” Erik replied with a coy smile.

“Seriously, we need to go swimsuit shopping,” Ben replied as he grabbed Erik and gave him a hug. Ben was in jeans with no shirt on. Ben pushed in close so the front of his jeans rubbed against Erik. “But first, I want to enjoy this.”

The two held themselves together for quite a while. They had not kissed yet, but it was certainly getting close. Ben felt himself starting to fill out the jeans, and he could feel Erik was doing the same in the swimsuit. Ben looked amazing in jeans, with his tight abs, thin waist and broad, muscular shoulders. His jeans fit him well, not overly tight, but enough to show a nice bump in front, which right now was more like he had a grapefruit stuck in them. Finally, they broke away from their grasp.

“We can do this later,” Ben said. “Right now we got shopping to do.”

“Hey, you got some shorts I can wear,” Erik asked. “I only have the ones I worked in, and they are all soaked with sweat.”

“Sure dude,” Ben replied. He tossed Erik a pair of Op shorts. They were aqua blue in color, wide corduroy, with about a two inch inseam, if that. They were the rage back in the day. Erik slipped them on over his suit. The short inseam showed off his legs and the color brought out the blue in Erik’s eyes.

“You got a shirt,” Erik asked.

“Man, do I need to dress you all up?” Ben replied as he tossed him a yellow pullover.

“You can if you want,” Erik stood there with a come get me look on his face. “Not sure we’d stay dressed, though.”

“Come on, sex machine,” Ben teased him, as they headed out the door. Ben patted Erik’s butt as they went down the steps. They were a contrast of fashion, Erik in the tight and short Op shorts and Ben in his Levi 501 button fly jeans and purple polo shirt.

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The landed on a small sporting goods store that Ben had found in the yellow pages. It said it specialized in swimming and water polo and carried “competitive swimwear for men and ladies.” The ad also said “Swim Team Outfitter.” They were sure this was the right choice. They found street parking right out front as the store was on a busy downtown street. As quick as they jumped out, they knew they had made a perfect pick, as a display in the window showed a whole array of men’s swimsuits and a nice collection of ladies.

“High five, dude” Erik said as they walked to the door. They met each other’s palms high in the air. They stopped and looked in the window. They both eyed a red white and blue stars and stripes suit. It was part of the Mark Spitz collection. “Gotta have that one,” Erik affirmed as they exchanged another set of high fives.

A little buzzer rang as they entered, triggered by the door mat. An older guy, thin and fit as ever popped out of the back room. The shop was small, probably not bigger than a couple hundred square feet. Posters going back to the 60’s hung on the wall with pictures of every great swimmer of the day. Greg Louganis was prominently on display, the hottest diver to hit US diving in quite some time. He was all the rage at the recent Olympic Games. The mark Spitz legend was also alive and well, as was the famous poster of him in the very stars and stripes suit the guys had just seen.

“What are you men looking for?” asked the very polite shop owner.

“We want to look at swimsuits.” Ben replied affirmatively.

He led them to a whole wall of guys stuff. It was sorted first by size, then by brand and finally by style. A table of clearance swimsuits was also set up; those suits were just $6. The new styles were $9. Erik had $30 to burn. Ben had $35 in his jeans pocket.

“Dude, this one is really cool,” Ben showed a solid white lycra blend Speedo to Eric. It had a half in wide red and a half in wide yellow stripe that ran along the top, all the way around it.

“That has been really popular with the guys this year,” the owner offered. “Just beware that once it starts to wear that white can get pretty showing,” he added. Exactly what the guys needed to hear.

There were not fitting rooms, so they both relied on the sizes they had worn before. They ended up with a stars and stripes suit each, the white Speedo suits, and they grabbed matching Arena suits off the clearance table. Ben also grabbed a cool lycra print made by Speedo. In a flash, Erik’s collection had grown to six, Ben was at four. They wanted to buy more, but they ran out of money. The owner even gave them a swim team discount.

“I can’t wait to try these on,” Ben said excitedly as they left the store. He was already pulling them out of the bag. The suits were packed in little boxes. He pulled them each out of the boxes as they walked to the car. “I really like this one,” he said holding up the stars and stripes print.

“Me too,” Erik replied.

“Have you ever thought about trying swimming?” Ben asked.

“Yeah, but I really suck at it,” Erik replied.

“Yes, but you’d be cute trying,” Ben answered. “I’d save you”

They raced back to Ben’s house, intent on trying on the new goods and showing each other how they looked.


To be continued....

[Swimmboy]

Another great chapter. I wonder what might sort of 'pop up' when these two jocks start slipping into and out of their skimpy new swimsuits???

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Sweet,” said Erik as Ben modeled the stars and stripes Speedo suit. Ben looked astounding in it, his muscled legs on full display as he stood directly in front of Erik, supporting his tight abs, strong upper body and an incredible sculptured manhood package. “You look… I can’t even describe how amazing.”

Erik had already modeled the Arena brand suit, its red and blue stripes giving contrast against the black nylon material. The fit was tighter than the Speedo suits. Ben also noticed that the sides were narrower, showing much more leg and causing a more revealing leg cut in the front. As Erik admired how Ben looked in his Stars and Striped suit, the fit of his own Arena suit got even more tight.

“Turn around and let me see the back,” asked Erik. Ben swirled around swinging his hips as he did. The suit fit him well, and the back side showed the tight muscles of his upper legs as they stretched down to his knees.

“Good?” asked Ben.

“Oh yeah,” replied Erik.

They each worked their way through the rest of their treasure trove of new suits. Each new suit and each display making the two of them more and more aroused. They ended up together wearing the white Speedo suits. The lycra material intensely displaying them both in nearly full arousal.

“Dude, you look hot as fire,” Ben told Eric as they both stood in the white suits. “These are going to look so amazing at the beach.”

“It sure does show you off,” replied Erik. “I like it.”

“Hey, let’s get them wet and see what they look like.” Ben proposed.

The two guys each stood in the shower until their suits were soaked. The wet material clinged even more tightly t their anatomy. They both then stood side by side in front of the bathroom mirror, the wet suits clinging to them. The white material ever so slightly showed a bit of transparency where the suit hugged their anatomy, but in the light of the bathroom neither of them noticed. Or, maybe they did but neither admitted it.

“Awesome,” Erik said as they stood looking. Erik admired the way the suit accentuated Ben’s anatomy, making him look masculine and erotic at the same time. Erik’s body quickly responded.

Ben took his arm and slid it around the back of Erik’s waist and pulled in close. Their sides were touching. They turned and faced and embraced, feeling each other against themselves. They pressed in close, and both felt themselves respond. As they released themselves from the embrace, they turned to face the mirror, their suits now tightly packed.

“Yeah, pretty much says it,” Ben said as they took in themselves. They looked sensuously at each other, each touch making them more stimulated, as was reflected by the white, wet, clinging material. They embraced again and ventured back to Ben’s room. Their hands exploring the feel of each other, they collapsed onto the floor, quickly intertwined, and very much past the point of just modeling.

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Erik laid in bed reading a novel. It was late and he wanted some alone time. He was charged up from the modeling session with Ben. Instead of his usual shorts, he had slipped on the navy blue and yellow Speedo. He was on top of his bed, reading, clad in just the swimsuit, no shirt. His hair was jostled, just as it was when he left Ben’s house. His urges had been stirred. As he read, he enjoyed the feeling of his nearly erect manhood pressing into the mattress and rubbing against the lycra material. Ben and he did not do anything earlier beyond intense arousal, so the modeling session had left Erik extremely stimulated, Ben was likely feeling the same.

Erik slid his hand down and felt himself, the tightly wrapped bulge, the stretchy material of the suit. He thought about rolling over and engaging himself, but he held back. Instead, he just lightly explored the bulge of his suit, which allowed him to maintain his erotic state. His book remained locked on page 189 for the past several minutes. A knock at the door broke his concentration, followed by the door opening. Dylan bounded into the room. Dylan had on a pair of basketball shorts and a Boston Red Sox T Shirt, his favorite team.


“Hey bro,” Dylan announced as he entered. Erik froze in place as Dylan looked over at him. “Whatcha doing?”

“Oh, just reading,” Erik stammered the words out. He was blush red, caught laying there in just a swimsuit, and trapped on his stomach by his intense erection.

“Man you like wearing Speedos, now,” Dylan replied. “Am I interrupting you?”

“No, it’s cool” Erik answered, staying on his stomach, not wanting to show his aroused state, which was not quickly fading. He felt a small bead of wetness release from himself inside the suit.

“So, what is your deal with the Speedos?” Dylan asked.

“Nothing,” Erik answered. “It was just the closest thing I could find, and I was hot. Plus they are really comfortable.”

“It’s cool, Erik” Dylan replied.

“Oh, yeah,” Ben replied. “We’re invited back up to Maine this year. Mrs. C. told me when I mowed her lawn today. Both of us. Whatcha think?”

“Freaking cool, man. I’d love to go back. I think it will be such a blast, I really love being up there.” Dylan answered.

“Yeah, me too.” Erik replied, finally rolling over and sitting up. Erik sat with his elbows n his knees, bent slightly. He was still somewhat aroused, but he had calmed down from where he was when Dylan entered. A tiny wet spot soaked through the front of his suit, a direct result of his earlier excitement. He hoped Dylan did not notice.

“When are we going to do this?” Dylan asked.

“I guess we got to figure that out,” Erik replied.

“So, Erik, let me see this new suit,” Dylan switched back to the Speedo conversation. “Stand up.”

Erik glanced down at himself. Slowly he stood up.

“Dude that suit shows everything you got. Man you better not wear that around girls, you’ll show them a boner for sure.” Dylan observed.

“Isn’t that the idea,” Erik replied with a smirk.

Dylan laughed, “Okay man, if you say so, but if it happens you aren’t going to be able to hide it.” With that he flopped down in a bean bag chair. “Thought maybe we could catch some TV, if you want.”

Erik slipped on a T-Shirt and tackled the bag chair next to Dylan’s. They found some old re-runs of Gilligan’s Island and settled into some television. Dylan glanced over at Erik sitting in the bean bag chair in his swimsuit and smiled. His curiosity about what Dylan found so cool about the swimsuits was capturing his thoughts. The wet spot also had not been missed by Dylan.

“Hey, you mind if I ask if Ben can come up with us?” Erik asked.

“Not at all, he’s cool” Dylan answered.

Erik smiled. “Thanks.” It was going to be a really fun trip.

“Maybe I’ll get a Speedo, too” Dylan said back. “I can’t be the only guy in shorts.”

“Just don’t get a boner,” Erik teased him back.

To be continued....

[Swimmboy]

Glad to see another fun chapter of our favorite guys in their Speedos!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“We’ll make a pit stop in Bangor, Mr. C said as the plane winged across Mid Coast Maine. It was a six seat Cessna single engine. Ben had never flown in a small plane and was a little freaked out earlier as they took off out of the county airfield in Virginia. He grabbed Erik’s hand as the plane rumbled down the runway and lifted off, bouncing a bit in the gusty headwind. The few quick drops on the ascent about made him jump out of his skin.

“We’re fine” Mr. C. said to the gang, noticing Ben’s anxiety. “These smaller planes feel the weather more than the big jets, but it’s nothing to be worried about. Once we get up and level, it should be calmer.” As he said that, a crosswind grabbed the left wing and pushed the plane sideways. A quick opposing flap adjustment leveled them back out.

“I think I just pee'd my pants” Ben said. He wasn’t exactly kidding, but it was only a few drops.

“Dude, relax,” Erik answered. Dylan was behind them in the third seat laughing.

“It will be fine,” Mrs. C said gently as they continued to climb up. “It took me a while to get used to it, too” she consoled Ben.

Ben was wearing red shorts and a cross country T-shirt. The shorts were really short, with about a one inch inseam. Inside them he had on a new print swimsuit he picked up just two days prior, Erik had not even seen it. His hair was jostled by his hand rubbing through it in nervousness. Erik could feel him shaking from the nerves as the plane continued to ascend. Erik was wearing a pair of swim shorts, cut like the really short basketball shorts of the day. Erik had cut out the net liner and wore a solid red Speedo under. He had on a T short from a recent 10k race he had run. Dylan had on jeans and a polo. The plane banked as Mr. C pointed it toward the northeast. Ben grabbed Erik’s arm.

“Hey, we’re close to our house,” Dylan announced.

“Want to do a fly over?” Mr. C asked.

“Cool,” Dylan replied. With that the plane banked back to the west and slowed as Mr. C leveled it at 2000 feet. Ben calmed as he became engrossed in picking out the sights. The plane descended to 1500 feet so they could get a closer look.

“I see my house,” Ben announced.

As the tour of the neighborhood closed out, the engine accelerated in power as the plane began to climb again. They would level out at 7500 feet as they made their way toward Maine. The air became much calmer, a few bumps along the way, but nothing like the gusty takeoff. They passed to the east of Washington, DC, picking up some traffic heading in and out of National Airport followed by more traffic as they went east of Baltimore, out over the Eastern Shore of Maryland and Delaware. Ben and Erik watched as they flew over New York City, getting a good view of the World Trade Center and Empire State Building. Ben was much more relaxed and wasn’t even bothered when the plane would bounce a little from light turbulence. After a brief stop in Nashua, NH to refuel and take a break they were now above Freeport, Maine.

A hour or so later, they were crossing over Bar Harbor, Maine, descending to Bangor. All of them ready for the break. Ben had never been this far north. He was in awe of the Maine coastline. The plane started to bounce as it picked up the coastal breeze.

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Loaded with lunch, groceries and Dylan now in shorts, the jeans were just too warm, the plane ascended back into the sky. Ben was a pro, now. The bumps and gusts didn’t even make him flinch. They crossed over the University of Maine as they followed I95 north. A slight detour near Patten, Maine as Mr. C took them west to get a closer view of Mount Katahdin.

“Awesome,” Ben exclaimed as they flew along the Eastern side of Maine’s most famous landmark, other than lighthouses. They quickly passed over Ashland and Portage and began their decent. To the west was the wide open land of the North Maine Woods, beyond it Canada. They passed above several lakes, cleared the top of Hedgehog Mountain.

“Wait til we land on the water,” Erik said to Ben. “It’s really cool.”

“Yeah,” added Dylan with excitement. “The plane stops pretty fast and then it just bounces in the waves. Then we swim to shore.”

“Really?” Ben asked.

“Yup, hope you got your Speedo on,” Dylan added.

The Cranmore’s smiled as the boys teased each other.

The plane came down between two hills and hard banked west as the lake opened up in front of them. It was an amazing view, the crystal clear blue water. The wind out of the west pushed back at the plane as it dropped quickly toward the water.

“Quite a bit of chop,” Mr. C said as they neared the water. “It’s gonna be rough.”

He pulled back on the yoke as the plane slowed, keeping the nose up so the floats would hit rear first. The first splash came, startling the boys, as the floats hit the tops of the waves. The plane bucked as it hit, skating across the water. Mr. C. dropped the nose. As Dylan had promised, the plane quickly slowed, pushing them all forward in their seats. They finally stopped a little ways down the lake.

“I love that!” Erik exclaimed.

“That was cool,” Ben added. “When do we have to swim?” he asked, reaching to unzip his shorts and shed to his swimsuit.

“Oh, they were just joshing,” Mrs. C. replied.

“But, if you want to get in the water, we can stop once we get to shallow water and you boys can jump in.” Mr. C offered.

“Cool,” Ben replied and with that he yanked off his shorts revealing his new print swimsuit. Erik’s eyes about popped out of his head. He smiled at Ben with an alluring look. Dylan looked over at the two of them with a knowing look. He had suspected that there was more to their relationship. He was fine with whatever made Erik happy.

The plane made its way toward the Cranmore’s lake home. Because of the winds, the landing put them quite a distance up the lake. The plane bobbed as it made the U-turn and headed back towards the East, While they moved along, Erik also slipped off his swim shorts revealing his fire engine red Speedo. He was a little large in it, his bulge showing his interest level in Ben. Finally the plane slowed as it neared an impressive log home with a long dock. A Pontoon boat and speed boat sat up on boat lifts, waiting to be lowered into the water for a cruise on the large lake. Two wave runners also sat against the dock, screaming “ride me” to the young men in the plane.

“Okay, guys,” Mr. C announced as the plane stopped a few hundred feet from shore. “It’s probably six feet deep here, but it will get shallow fast.”

Ben jumped in first, the strongest of the three guys in the water. Erik followed and the two swam toward the dock until they could stand up. It wasn’t far, but for Erik it seemed like a mile. Dylan jumped in last, in a tight fitting pair of gym shorts. As he dove in, his shorts pulled down on him. He swam over to the other two, pulling his shorts back up as he stopped.

“You never showed me that suit,” Erik said to Ben as he stood up. Erik’s eyes wandered down Ben’s body to check all of him out.

“Ah, Dude…. Red?” Ben responded. They both smirked. Erik blushed, which made his complexion match his suit.

“This is going to be a fun week,” Erik replied.

“Dude, you need a Speedo, too” Ben said to Dylan.

“Yeah, probably,” Dylan replied back.

The three guys walked over to the dock and climbed up. The plane was now tied up. They each grabbed luggage and carried it to the house. As they unloaded the last of the groceries, Mr. C proclaimed it was time to jump in the lake and then maybe a boat ride. It was midafternoon, so they had plenty of time left.

“Cool, Mr. C” said Erik.

“Hey guys, you can just call me Jack, and my wife is Mary Beth, no more formal stuff.” Jack instructed. “Now let me go change,”

As the guys sat on the side of the dock, feet in the water, Jack and Mary Beth came back out of the house. She had not changed, but Jack had a towel around his waist. On the dock he stripped the towel and threw it over the side of the Pontoon boat.

“Cool,” thought Erik as Jack revealed a red and gold print Arena suit. He was really fit, with a tight abdomen and well defined arms.

“Awesome swimsuit,” said Ben.

Jack smiled. “You guys, too,” he said, just before diving off the end of the dock and swimming out into the lake. He was a really good swimmer.

“Now you really have to get a Speedo,” Ben said to Dylan, emphasizing the really part. They watched as Jack swam out of sight along the shore of the lake.

“He’ll be gone for a while,” Mary Beth said. “He loves to swim up here. He’ll probably never take that swimsuit off until we leave,”

To be continued...

[solarguy]

As usual, thanks for all the hard work you put into your stories! This story is so enjoyable to follow along with!

[Swimmboy]

Keep up the great writing - the story is so fun to read!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Any of you guys like to swim?” Jack asked as they made their way down the lake on the Pontoon boat. He was still in the red print Arena suit, a tank top and sandals. Not an ounce of excess fat on his tall, lean body. The boat was cruising at a slow and leisurely pace along the shore of the ten mile long lake. “You all look like you swim,” he added. Ben and Erik were sitting up front, while Dylan was back near the engine. MaryBeth sat on the lounger nearest Jack.

“Not really,” Erik replied.

They each were drinking a cold beer, while MaryBeth had a glass of wine in a plastic cup. The guys admired the wide open lake with little development along the shore. Jack slowed the engine to idle and cut the motor. The boat came to a float. They were about ¼ mile off the coast.

“It’s really fun to jump in out here,” Jack suggested as he opened the side gate of the boat. The Maine water was crisp, about 65 degrees this time of year, maybe even cooler out in the middle. Far colder than Virginia. Erik and Ben both jumped in, as well. It was deep, but the water was so clear that you could still make out the bottom. Dylan stayed on board.

“Sh.t it’s cold” Ben blurted out as they surfaced. “Oh, sorry,” he added, realizing his language. Everyone laughed.

“Welcome to the crown of Maine,” Jack replied.

Ben and Erik swam to the back of the boat and climbed back up the ladder. Their wet suits clinging to both of them, but the cold water had almost eliminated any sign of a bulge. “Dude, you shrunk to nothing,” Ben teased Erik as they got back on board, making MaryBeth chuckle.

Erik blushed, seeing MaryBeth. “Sorry, he can be a jerk sometimes,” he said.

“No worries,” she replied. She was looking at the two of them thinking he was right.

Jack jumped back on board after his quick dip and started the engine. “That was fun,” he said to anyone who would listen.

Ben and Jack grabbed two giant towels and threw them around themselves. MaryBeth opened a storage bin and threw them a blanket. “It gets cool when you’re all wet,” she said.

The guys spread the blanket over both of them. As the boat wound its way across the lake, the guys felt the warmth of the remaining sun on the blanket. Ben slid his hand over and rubbed Erik’s leg. Erik smiled, as he felt Ben’s hand slide up his upper leg, concealed by the blanket. Warmth started to reenter his anatomy, and he enjoyed the feeling of himself starting to reverse the shrinkage effect of the cold water. He took his own hand and laid it right on Ben’s swimsuit, holding Ben’s package in his palm. He could feel the outline of Ben in his hand, as he gently rubbed against him. Ben adjusted slightly, taking better advantage of Erik’s hand.

Jack slipped on a sweatshirt. As they wound their way back to the house, the five of them finished their drinks. MaryBeth watched Jack as he steered the boat. She loved the look of him in his swimsuits. She found him both very athletic looking and extremely sexy. She especially liked when he got a little aroused, which she tried to make happen whenever she could. If they guys were not here, she’d have him stop the boat and they’d be enjoying something under the blanket. “Oh well,” she thought. “This is nice, too. The guys are having fun.”

“Dude,” Erik whispered, as Ben started to really make him hard. Ben could feel that Erik was really enjoying what he was doing to him. “Later,” he added. Ben smiled back and eased up on the activity. Erik had already stopped teasing Ben, knowing they would have to remove the blanket when they got to the dock. For Erik, it was already too late, he was rock hard.

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Erik heard some noise in the house. He looked at his clock and it was just past five in the morning. The sun was already up, typical of being this far north and east. He could smell coffee brewing and heard the back door open. Ben was still sound asleep, snuggled under the covers. The air was crisp, probably high 50’s or low 60’s, he guessed. Curious, Erik slipped out from his bed, still wearing his bright red Speedo. The three guys fell asleep quickly the night before, Ben and Erik together in the guest room, Dylan took the loft. Erik adjusted himself, and quietly opened the bedroom door.

Jack was standing at the window looking at the lake. He also still had on the same swimsuit and Ben wondered if he had taken it off or just slept in it. He had googles in hand and a red swim cap. He turned, hearing Erik. He waived and whispered “Good Morning.” They both smiled at each other.

“Wow, you’re up early,” Jack said.

“Yeah, I guess the sun woke me.” Erik replied.

“I’m about to go swimming,” Jack explained. “My morning ritual up here.” Erik remembered that from last year.

“Isn’t that water cold?” Erik asked.

“It is when you get in, but once I get going….” Jack trailed off. He grabbed his towel and headed out the door.

Erik watched as Jack ventured out in the water beyond the dock to where the water was up to his chest. Jack then stood, adjusted his googles and put his cap on. He was quickly face down in the water. He swam out a little further to deeper water and then started following the shore as he headed east, his bright red cap visible as he made his way. The lake was like glass, not a ripple in the water.

Erik grabbed some coffee and walked out onto the deck. While the air was cool, the morning sun felt great. He adjusted a lounger to face the east rising sun and sat down. He grabbed a long towel and laid it over him to block the cool breeze. As he sat, he watched Jack, now pretty far down the lake. Several hundred feet down, he saw two young guys walk out onto the dock and wave at Jack as he passed. Erik wondered if Jack saw them. He could tell they were in swimsuits, but the distance absorbed the details. Just after Jack passed by the two boys went back toward the shore. They looked to be mid-teens. Shortly after, Erik heard a car start as Zach, Ryan and Ryan’s dad headed to swim practice. It was an everyday ritual.

“I wish I could swim like that,” Erik thought, admiring Jack’s ability. “Maybe one day.”
Erik closed his eyes and was soon in a light sleep, interrupted only by the occasional outcry of a distant Loon on the lake. Mary Beth was up and watched Erik through the kitchen window and smiled. “He was the early riser last year, too,” she thought. She had just thrown a batch of muffins in the oven. She stood at the window admiring the lake and watched as a canoe passed by. The sound of the canoe woke Erik. He looked out and waved as the two folks in the canoe waved back. He tossed the towel aside and laid back, absorbing the sun, now in just the red swimsuit. It had been almost an hour since Jack set off on his swim.

Mary Beth noticed Erik awake and grabbed a couple hot muffins and some orange juice. “Thought you might be ready for a snack.” She said as she came out onto the deck. “The other guys are still asleep,” she added. “Any sign of Jack, yet?”

“Not yet,” Erik added, grabbing a muffin. “Thank you.”

“Ben and you are really close,” she said as the two sat on the deck.

“Yeah, really good friends,” Erik replied. He sort of blushed with a cute smile.

“That is sweet,” she replied. She was hoping he would open up more. She had noticed them on the plane and the boat as being more affectionate to each other than just two guys. Like Dylan, she was sure there was more to the two of them than just friends. They chatted for at least half an hour, about everything from mowing lawns to college to girls.

“Oh, I see him,” Erik changed the subject, catching sight of Jack. “Wow, he can swim,” he added.

“Yeah, he’s a fanatic,” she replied. “Been that way as long as I have known him. He was a swimmer in college when we met.”

Jack bounded up the five steps to the deck. He had his towel wrapped around his shoulders, his suit clinging to him. For an older guy, his body looked youthful with well outlined pecs, his abs now tighter from the swim, and he was well endowed inside the suit. “I’m ready for some coffee,” he announced.

“You are amazing,” Erik offered. Jack smiled back.

“I’ll get you swimming,” Jack replied. “Got a fun day in mind,” he added.

Continue?....

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, I do love your stories. Please continue.

[Swimmboy]

It's funny - about half way through this latest chapter, you said about Erik - "it was too late, he was already rock hard." That's the same point in the story where I am rock h...well, you know! Yes, please continue. We've GOT to get Dylan in a Speedo - and who are the young teen guys he spotted farther down the lake? Hopefully a couple more swimmers in Speedos!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Ben was just waking when Erik went back into the guest room. Ben had uncovered, laying in just the swimsuit he had on last night. Erik sat on the bed next to him. And gave him a chest rub. Ben smiled at him with groggy eyes. He spread his legs a bit, enjoying the attention Erik was giving him.

“I love the colors in your swimsuit,” Erik said quietly as he continued to rub Ben’s chest. He wound his hand down and slowly traced each color in the suit with his fingers, calling them out as he did. The purple splash was most interesting because of its placement right in the center of the front. Ben twitched a little as Eric followed the purple all over the most responsive parts of him. It was sweet, romantic and erotic. They were both getting very aroused.

“You should see Jack swim,” Erik said as he explained what he had already done. “He is totally amazing; he was in that lake for way past an hour. No wonder he looks so fit.”

“Cool,” Ben replied. “Don’t stop,” he encouraged Erik to continue the color exploration.
Erik laid down next to Ben, head on his chest, and continued to explore the colors, occasionally wandering his hand off to other parts of Ben’s handsome body. Ben was totally getting aroused by the activity; Erik was enjoying watching him become erotically charged. The colors of his suit now stretched to fit his growing manhood, Erik continued to take Ben closer and closer to the explosive physical response that was coming within him. Erik’s hand lightly touching Ben as he wandered all over the front of his suit felt amazing for Ben. Erik slowly caressed across and along him following whatever trail a color made. Ben was growing rapidly inside the tight Lycra material in response to the gentle touch of Erik’s fingers.

“Dude, you got me so horny right now,” Ben whispered. “Oh, man.”

“You’re cute when you are horny,” Erik replied. In the background he could hear dishes clanking in the kitchen area. He also could hear Dylan’s voice. Ben was so into the moment he was unaware of the activity just outside the bedroom door.

“Oh wow, man” Ben said with sensual excitement. Erik rubbed all of Ben’s anatomy and kissed him on the chest. He played with Ben’s nipples with his other hand. This drove Ben wild. “I can’t stop,” Ben announced as he grew rock hard and felt the pressure build within him, rising up through his body. His suit’s stretch strength being fully tested. Ben struggled to hold back, not wanting to mess up his brand new suit, but he knew it was a battle he was going to lose.

“Go for it,” Erik said quietly as he kissed Ben’s chest again.

“Oh man,” Ben groaned, his own hand against the front of Ben’s suit. Between the play on his chest, the kisses and the sensation on his suit, Ben crossed the point of no return. He was as solid as a steel rod. He kept quietly moaning as he came closer and closer.

Erik felt the thrust against his hand as Ben reached the explosive moment he needed. “Oh wow,” Ben exclaimed as he continued to explode, soaking the entire front of his suit. He reached over and hugged Erik, feeling that Erik was totally aroused inside his tight red Speedo.

Just as Ben started to tease Erik, Dylan bounded into the room. Erik jumped up as Dylan came through the door. Ben, trapped in his soaking wet suit, quickly threw covers over himself. It was clear by Erik’s suit that he was extremely turned on, but the action would end there. He tried to somewhat hide his bulging front with his hands, without being obvious about it.

“Let’s get going,” Dylan commanded as he entered. He either did not notice that his brother was rock hard in his red Speedo or he just ignored it. “Looks like you are ready to swim,” Dylan said to Erik. “We need to get sleepy up,” he added as he tugged on Ben’s covers. Ben grabbed back at them, coming far too close to revealing that he had already been very much up.

“Okay dudes,” Dylan replied. “When you finish playing with each other in here, meet me outside.” With that he bounded back out of the room.

“That was close,” Ben said.

“Too close,” Erik replied with a grin. While he was still very much wanting to continue the action, he let it go.

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Erik swapped suits into the Stars and Stripes suit Ben and he both owned. Ben wrapped a towel around him and headed to the shower. While Ben was in the shower, cleaning himself and his swimsuit, Erik reconnected with Dylan on the dock. Dylan was hanging out sitting in the Pontoon boat. His hair was wet from a dive in the lake. Dylan had on a pair of swim shorts, blue and gold, that looked like the really short gym shorts of the day. Erik climbed up onto the Pontoon boat, fresh coffee in hand.

“Someone’s been in the lake,” Erik observed.

“Yeah, that water is cold,” Dylan replied. “You should go swimming, Speedo man,” Dylan added.

“Maybe later,” Erik replied.

The two brothers chatted about how awesome it was up at the lake. They plotted a day that was far too packed to accomplish, but fun to think about. First they would do some wave runner, followed by water skis, then maybe a game of water volleyball, the list went on and on.

“There he is,” Dylan yelled out as Ben emerged from the house. MaryBeth had loaded him with more food to bring out. Ben emerged in green, yellow and red print Speedo suit that he also bought just before the trip. Ben’s collection now slightly outnumbered Erik’s. Erik noticed the new suit immediately, but did not say anything. It fit Ben well, maybe a little tight, but he looked great in it.

Ben was more daring about the water. He set the food down and quickly threw on some goggles. He walked to the end of the dock and did a shallow dive into the lake. The cold water felt invigorating. He surfaced and swam out quite a ways before turning around and swimming back.

“Dudes, get in here,” Ben commanded from the lake. With that he flipped backward and rolled over, swimming aligned with the shore. He had picked a dock down the lake and decided to swim to it and back. It was the same dock Erik saw the two younger swimmers earlier. They had not yet returned from swim team practice.

“I never knew he could swim like that,” Erik said to Dylan.

“Yeah, he is pretty good,” Dylan replied.

They watched as he reached the dock, did a wide circle and started back toward them. They guessed it was a couple of football fields out where he made his turn. Dylan, the ultimate sports fan, measured everything in football fields. Erik then converted the math in his head to regular feet. That said, the calculation was between 600 and 900 feet, each way. Not far on swimmer standards, but impressive enough to the two brothers.

As Ben got closer, Erik donned his own goggles and jumped in. He started swimming towards him, the difference in their skills clearly showing. Ben’s strokes were long and graceful, while Erik looked less refined, almost like he was fighting the water. Ben breathed smoothly to the side, head never lifting out of the lake, Erik would raise his head up to breathe. They met about 150 feet away from the dock. In the clear water, Erik misjudged the depth, surprised when he was not able to stand. Ben treaded water as Erik struggled to regain his control.

“Dude, relax,” Ben said, watching Erik fight the lake.

“I suck at this,” Erik said. He was caught between frustration and jealousy. Despite their deep friendship, there was a slight bit of competition between Erik and Ben, all centered around their mutual sports. “But I’ll kick your ass running later,” Erik added.

“That’s it,” said Ben in reply as they both swam to shallow water and then started to wrestle each other. They carried on for several minutes, Ben getting a few erotic grabs at Erik in the process. Dylan jumped in and joined them, the three wrestling each other with no clear purpose. Ben grabbed Dylan’s shorts and yanked them downward. Dylan had not tied them, so they easily slipped down to his knees. Despite their adult ages, they still had times where they reverted to adolescent games and pranks. Dylan tried the same, but the tightly tied Speedo stayed firmly in place. Unsuccessful, he tackled Ben and pushed him under, Ben kicking back at him, by now Dylan’s shorts had completely come off. Erik tackled Dylan, pulling him off Ben, which then reversed the process and the two of them came after Erik. No one really winning, they finally stopped.

“Where are my shorts,” Dylan asked looking around the lake, standing in the water naked.

“Dude, you lost your pants,” Erik teased him.

“They must be floating somewhere,” Dylan replied, getting more concerned.

“I think we should get out now,” Ben said to Erik, provoking Dylan.

“This isn’t funny,” Dylan replied angrily.

After a search, they finally found the shorts on the bottom of the water. Dylan was freaked out that he might have been trapped naked in the lake. He was certain that the shorts had floated away or sunk and would never be found. He grabbed them and slipped them back on.

“Better tie them tighter,” Ben smirked as he said it.

Dylan, now more at ease and back in his shorts, laughed. “You wait, I’ll get you later,” he replied.

[a speedo minded guy]

Another wonderful chapter and love how the boys have really become close to one another. Please continue

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

It was the perfect Northern Maine afternoon, warm sun, gentle winds, and a mild chop on the water to give the wave runners enough bounce to be exciting. Erik and Ben shared one, while Dylan took out the other. Ben drove and Erik was mounted behind him. The guys screamed as the machine bounced through the waves and occasionally hit the wake of other boats. The two machines raced each other down the wide open lake, heading east. They topped out at just over 50 MPH as they zoomed into the wilderness section of the lake, a wide open area of totally undeveloped shoreline and virtually no boat traffic. Erik, who had been feeling amorous all day after the unfinished state of arousal in the morning, found the vibration of the wave runner titillating, compounded by sitting snug against Ben, his legs straddling the saddle seat and wrapping around Ben. Ben could feel Erik against him, which made the ride that much more fun.

Dylan waved to them to stop. The two boats came together in the middle of the lake. Erik put his hands in his crotch area to cover his erection showing bulge. “Hey, let’s go to the beach down at the end,” Dylan suggested. Dylan had changed from his swim shorts and was now wearing a pair of cranberry colored Birdwell Beach Britches, which were much like the board shorts of today, long on the legs and hung low on the hips. Despite the fact that they were so darn long, Ben actually thought Dylan looked cute in them.

“Cool,” Ben replied. Erik nodded agreement. Just as fast as they stopped, they were off again. It was a long ride down to the far end of the lake, but there was a small sandy shoreline. The guys slowed as they began to see the bottom of the lake rising up to greet them.

“I’d rather be here alone with you,” Erik whispered to Ben as the beach drew close. Ben smiled in silent agreement. Erik slid off the back of the wave runner into the water. He needed the cold water to do its magic on him. The lake was up to his chest. Unlike the rest of the lake, which was more rock bottom, this end was sandy with some large boulders mixed in. Erik rubbed himself as he stood on the sandy bottom, he was still sporting a solid erection. He hoped the water would cool his jets, so to speak.

Dylan pulled his wave runner into the shallow water. He grabbed a tie line and tied it to a tree on the shore. Ben followed his lead and did the same.

“Awesome beach,” Ben said to Dylan as the two headed back to the water.

“Yeah, it is pretty cool out here,” Dylan replied.

Erik was still in the deeper water, struggling to lose the evidence of his aroused state, which was hanging on despite the cold water. “Damn,” Erik thought as he felt himself stay as hard as ever. What he really needed was to get himself to a full release, but that was not likely to happen here. His body wanted what it wanted. It was going to be a long and hard afternoon. Ben in his Speedo was not helping the situation.

“Dude, stop playing with yourself and get over here,” Dylan called out.
“Shut up,” Erik yelled back. He headed toward shore. As he cleared the water, the wet suit clung to him like cellophane wrap, outlining his anatomy. He tugged on the front, pulling the tight material away from his body, but not before Ben had noticed and smiled. Erik pushed himself more to the side and glanced down at himself. He wanted so bad to lie out on the beach and let Ben have his way, in fact he needed to. Erik had an amazing ability to stay hard for a long time, which was great in the right situations, but was not working out so well right now.

Ben had pulled the two towels out of the storage compartment of the wave runner and laid them out on the sand. Dylan had done the same with his towel. All three towels were lined up, Erik’s was in the middle. Dylan was off wandering the shoreline, Ben was sitting on his towel, looking cute as ever.

“Man you amaze me,” Ben said as Erik got close. “If I was in that cold water, I’d have shrunk right up…” he trailed off looking at Erik’s enlarged package.

“I thought it would,” Bens said. “It won’t go down, it’s stuck hard,”

“Maybe I can help,” Ben replied. Sliding his hand up onto Erik’s upper leg.

“Oh man, not here, not with Dylan so close,” Erik replied, wishing he could let Ben live up to the offer. Erik flopped down on the towel, on his stomach. He felt his hard self pressed between his body and the sand. Ben took his hand and rubbed Erik’s shoulders and back while Dylan was off playing wilder beast hunter. Erik felt his body start to grow even more. He took his hand and dug a little indent into the sand to ease the pressure and give his anatomy some room, which it would quickly take.

“What’s with Dylan’s long shorts?” Ben asked as more of an observation.

“I know, so much for him in a Speedo, he’s going the other way,” Erik replied. “I didn’t know he had those, but he’s been taking about Birdies for a while.”

“They look cute on him, but they seem like they would suck for swimming and hanging out at the beach.” Ben added.

Ben’s hand rubbed Erik’s butt softly and he slid a coupled fingers down between his legs. Erik loved the sensation. “Dude, you’re gonna make me shoot off if you keep that up,” Erik whispered.

“Kind of the idea,” Ben replied.

“There is a neat trail over there,” Dylan said pointing to the south, as he stood at the spread of towels. The two guys had lost track of him and did not realize he was so close. Ben retracted his hand from Erik’s butt, which Dylan had not really noticed until he saw it move away “It looks like there are moose tracks over there, too,” Dylan continued, making no reference to the activities of Ben and Erik.

“Let’s check it out,” Ben said as he stood. He started walking back toward the trail as Erik got up. He was back to fully aroused, his suit looking like he stuffed a banana in it. He followed behind Ben and Dylan as they ventured to the trail, watching Ben’s cute butt as he walked ahead.

“This is pretty neat,” Erik said from behind. “Let’s follow it for a bit.” The three guys ventured up the trail, two in speedos and one in long nylon shorts down almost to his knees. Dylan was in front, Ben followed, then Erik, who spent most of the time watching Ben’s tight butt and muscular legs. Erik stayed aroused, his body trapped in a state of erotic response inside his tiny Stars and Stripes Speedo.

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[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Jack finished up a quick thirty minute swim, his second swim of the day. He had blue brief cut swimsuit with white stripes on the side. As he climbed from the lake, he grabbed his towel and dried off. The sun was starting to lower in the western sky, tucking down behind the low mountains of the woodlands to the west. Far back in the western woods was the Alligash Waterway, a well-known canoe and kayak route that brought tourists in from all over. Ben and Erik had just returned from a short five mile run along the lake. They were both still wearing the same swimsuits they had on all day, Erik in the Stars and Stripes, Ben in his green print. Thankfully, Erik’s aroused state had calmed down over the afternoon, but it was still lurking just below the surface. The two guys were as wet with sweat as Jack was with water. They both jumped in the lake.

Down the lake, Ben spotted the two younger swimmers, Zach and Ryan, on the dock, practicing dives into the water. The swimmers were wearing brief cut swimsuits and looked amazingly graceful as they dove off the end of the dock, swam out a bit and then returned to the dock to repeat the process. Ben pointed toward them and Erik nodded.

“Yeah, I saw them this morning.” Erik said.

“Watch them, they are really good,” Ben replied back.

“They are really good swimmers,” Jack added to the conversation. “They both are on local teams and we’ve been told they are best in state for their ages,” he added.

“Watch how well they dive,” Ben said.

“Those two are always in the water,” Jack said. “We are not sure they own any clothes other than swimsuits.”

Ryan noticed the guys watching Zach and him do their dives. He waved with his whole arm. The two of them continued their practice, working to improve the smoothness of their launches and reducing the splash as they hit the water. A bigger splash meant more resistance which resulted in lost time. Ben and Erik continued to watch as they repeated the process of diving several more times.

“You’ll get to meet them, we will have them over for a cookout later this week,” Jack added, before he continued on into the house.

Dylan was sitting on the deck reading “The Towering Inferno,” which was a best seller at the time. He had put on a polo shirt, but still has on the cranberry Birdwell shorts. He was deep into the book. Ben and Erik ventured into the lake. Ben had offered to teach Erik to breath with his head in the water. “It will really improve your swimming,” he had explained to Erik.

Erik listened intently as Ben explained correct breathing. Erik tried what Ben said, but he just wasn’t getting it. Despite demonstrations by Ben, Erik could not get the timing down.

“Let’s try a different approach, “ Ben said.

“Sorry, I am not getting this,” Erik replied.

“Let me hold you up in the water,” Ben explained. “Lie out flat,” he instructed. As Erik did, Ben slid his arms underneath, one supporting Erik’s chest, the other on the upper part of his legs. “Now lay your face into the water and rotate it to breath, but don’t lift it.”

Despite gulping a bunch of lake water on his failed attempts, Erik started to get the hang of it. He also enjoyed the feel of Ben holding him, but he kept is concentration on the breathing. Once Ben was satisfied that he had the technique down, he moved to phase two.

“Okay, now it gets harder,” Ben said as Eric stood back up. “We have to add the arms.” Ben demonstrated the breathe timing. “For now, we’ll just do one side,” he further explained. “I’m going to hold your feet, while you do the arms and breathe.”

It took a while, but Erik finally got his head wrapped around what he was supposed to do. “Damn, this is harder than it looks,” Erik said at one point, frustrated. His technique was by no means ready for prime time, but at least he was breathing more like a swimmer, his head staying fairly flat in the water. On the last round, Ben called out, “Kick,” as he let Erik free of the hold.

Erik swam about 50 feet and then stood up. He probably drank in a gallon of water, thankfully the lake was clean.

“Dude, now you just need to relax,” Ben explained. “You still fight the water.”

The competitive edge in Erik was getting fired up. He was not going to fail at this. With that he turned back around and started swimming.

“Relax,” he kept telling himself, as his mind went through the count, “stroke, stroke, breath…” It was as if a light bulb went off, suddenly he got it! Ben watched as it happened. Erik’s strokes became less rigid, his body flowed with the lake, his tight stars and stripes but gliding along the water. Ben smiled and cheered him on. Erik was by no means ready for the swim team, but he actually looked like a swimmer. His endurance allowed him to go longer than he had ever swam before in one session.

“I’m going to that dock,” Erik thought. “No way is Ben going to swim farther than me,” the rivalry stirred from earlier in the day.

Ben watched as Erik made his way down the lake, each stroke getting better. Still jumping off the dock, Ryan and Zach stopped and watched as this new swimmer came towards them.

“I like his swimsuit,” Ryan said to Zach.

“You are so funny,” Zach said back. “How did I know you’d check out his swimsuit first,” Zach poked at Ryan. The two young teens laughed at each other. They watched as Ben made a turn in front of the dock. As he started to head back the two guys gave him a quick yell of encouragement. While they did not see it, Erik smiled to himself. As a runner, Erik played off the crowd and rallied at encouragement. It was just what he needed as he faced the long swim back.

“That was awesome,” Ben proclaimed to Erik as he stood up in front of him. “You looked so great,” Ben added as he grabbed Erik and gave him a huge hug. Erik lifted himself onto Ben’s body at the waist, Ben feeling Erik’s anatomy close against him.

“You’re a great coach,” Erik said, a huge smile of accomplishment on his face. He gave Ben a quick kiss on his cheek. They held each other, reveling in the accomplishment.

“You looked great,” Jack’s voice broke their moment. He had watched from the dock, Ben and Erik totally unaware of his presence. Erik slipped off Ben and stood, the two wondering how much he saw.

“Thanks, Jack,” Erik replied. “It was really cool.”

[a speedo minded guy]

You should really publish these stories. They are great. And please continue.

[solarguy]

You should really publish these stories. They are great. And please continue.

I couldn't agree more. I really look foward to a next chapter. You're writing style is so readable. Of course, the subject matter is great! Young guys, speedos, hard-ons, speedos…who could ask for more?!! :)

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Writer's note: While most of the story is about the three guys, a little diversion to Jack and MaryBeth. Hope you like it....

Marybeth found herself drifting back to their youth as she watched Jack maneuver the Pontoon boat to the middle of the lake in the dusk. A full moon rose in the east as the last glimpses of a pink sunset nestled behind the mountains to the west. Jack was as fit today as the day she met him, and he still rocked a speedo better than any guy ever. He was well equipped to flaunt a sensational manly bulge, which she loved about him in his swimsuits. It was, after all, what attracted her to him so many years ago.

“You look handsome,” she said as she sipped from her glass of Chardonnay. “You sure know how to turn a lady on,” She teased him a little with some touches. Jack smiled back at her as he eased the boat out to the middle of the lake. He had changed into a new suit he had just bought. It was a bold black background suit with splashed of red, white, yellow and green fireworks that looked amazing on his tall, lean, muscular body. He had on a sweatshirt that stopped above the waistline of the suit. “Still has got the same cute bulge,” MaryBeth thought to herself. She was getting very much turned on, which in turn was making Jack aroused.

The two had stolen this alone time, leaving the guys to do whatever they wanted. Jack and MaryBeth loved the romance of their moonlight cruises. A couple of candles, a nice glass bottle of wine, and the peaceful lake, which was always quiet, flat water this time of the evening. A couple of loons off in the distance gave them a concert of calls. Jack idled the boat and cut the motor. The boat sat quietly adrift, hardly moving in the still water.

“You still make me wild,” she whispered to Jack as he sat next to her on the lounger seat. “Just like the first day I saw you.” She rubbed Jack’s leg as she talked. He smiled at her.

“Amazing,” Jack replied. “I was thinking the same about you.”

They actually discovered each other at two different times, back in college. For Marybeth, she had gone to a swim event with a girlfriend who was dating another swimmer. She had never seen a swimming event and was intrigued by the tight, form fitting swimsuits all the guys wore. The team suits were red Nylon suits, not quite as small as the suits Jack wore today, but when wet they hugged the body, showing all. It didn’t seem to bother the guys at all. It was there that she spotted this one tall, lean swimmer. He stood out from the others. He had amazing cute legs, a wonderful smile, and he laughed all the time. He cheered his teammates. Best of all, he had the most sexy frontal bulge of any guy there. She made Jack blush as she retold the story of how she spent the whole meet checking his anatomy out and watching how his suit clung to him and showed her everything after he would get out of the water.

“I wanted you right there,” she said as she sensuously massaged Jack’s upper legs and teased his cute bulge.

“So my swimming ability had nothing to do with it,” Jack teased back. His hand rubbing her back as he spoke. Jack was growing inside the bold print suit. He leaned over and kissed his gorgeous wife.

“Well, that too, but no,” she replied. “It was all about your equipment,” she giggled. “Remember the yellow swim suits you guys wore?” she asked, letting the conversation flow. The team had red suits with three yellow stripes, and yellow suits with three red stripes. They interchanged them at meets. For practice they wore solid red or solid black suits.

“Oh yeah, I loved those suits,” Jack replied.

“So did I,” MaryBeth answered. “That yellow was almost sheer when you guys got out of the pool,” she laughed. “It was quite the show.”

“No, they weren’t,” Jack slightly protested. He waited. “Well, maybe a little he finally relented.”

The two sat quietly arm in arm and watched the rising moon. It was a gorgeous night as it lit up the lake. More loons joined the concert. They embraced into deep sensual kisses. Jack became rock hard in his suit, ready for wherever MaryBeth took this. She felt his hardness against her and smiled inside. She could still make him really rock his tiny suits. She loved getting him all aroused in them.

“Remember that trip to the beach after we started dating?” she asked, as they paused the action. She had her hand placed right on Jack’s aroused mound. He enjoyed the feel.

“Oh wow, I will never forget it,” he replied. “Now I know why you made me where the yellow swimsuit,” he chuckled.

“You were so cute,” she replied. “Such a nice guy. You even brought flowers,” she smiled at him.

“You made me wild,” he replied. “I laid there and you kept rubbing my side as we soaked in the sun. I got a massive hard on.”

“I know,” she smiled. “I thought you were so cute all horny. I liked how you kept going in the water, and then the suit clung to you and I got a close up view.”

“That was a wild session we had,” he replied, referring to the two of them making out on the beach.

“You enjoyed it,” she replied referring to what had happened to Jack. In his youth, he had gotten so aroused, especially by her wandering hands, that he could not hold back. “It was my first time seeing that happen to a guy,” she confessed.

“I struggled so hard to hold it back,” Jack explained. “But you kept feeling me…” he trailed off. They both chuckled. It was also his first time having a lady do that to him while he was in a swimsuit.

The two engaged in deeper romance, as the boat continued to very slowly drift in the water. MaryBeth enjoyed the feel of Jack’s youthful response to her efforts. As they embraced and she teased him, he would moan, especially as she felt the full outline of his anatomy. She enjoyed the way he would caress her and his deep sensual kisses. No one but the two of them ever knew how far they took it out there alone in the lake, but it did end with a splash as Jack took a jump in the water, just before starting the boat for the ride home, the wine gone and the candle about burnt out. There were also a few more waves in the lake.

Shortly after, the boat docked back at the house.

[a speedo minded guy]

All I can say is I love it all!!! Please hurry with the next chapters. Great storyline

[Swimmboy]

It's like a steamy romance novel with hot swimmer guys in tight Speedos! All these young studs - and even older Jack - getting so worked up.....lovin' it!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Ben and Erik were out the door early, not quite ten minutes after 5am. This far east and north, the sun was up early, waking both of them far earlier than they normally would. They quickly got ready for a morning run. They had first each grabbed pairs of running shorts, but then Erik opted to just slip on one of his swimsuits, this time opting for the original black and gold Speedo, his first. Ben followed his lead, stripping back out of his blue shorts and sipping into a blue and yellow Arena suit. They gingerly tip toed out the lakeside door, wondering if Jack was already out swimming. The lake was still, the air was a crisp 65, and the sun was just starting to crest the eastern hills.

“Let’s go,” Ben said as he leapt off the deck stairs. A raft of ducks that had taken up the night on the dock quaked loudly as they scurried into the water. Erik smiled as Ben stared running, clad only in the cute blue suit and a pair of Nike Waffle Trainer running shoes. Erik set off behind him, looking similarly out of context in his black and gold Speedo and a pair of Nike Daybreak running shoes. They turned right onto the dirt road that would lead them toward town. The road along the lake was narrow as it wound its way toward the town and main road. Some parts gravel, and some just tire tracks in the soft earth. The guys were not sure how far it was to the end, but they guessed it was five miles each way. They intended to cover all of it and back.

“This feels like a good pace,” Ben said to Erik, who was now side by side with him.

“Perfect,” replied Erik, the strings of his suit bouncing with each landing. He guessed they were running about 6:15 miles, give or take.

They ran in silence for at least a mile, simply enjoying each other’s company. The road occasionally came close to the lake, but for the most part it meandered through the forest. A loud rustle in the woods startled the two. They both looked at each other, a somewhat panicked expression on their faces. The sound got louder and closer.

“What the f..k is that?” Ben said.

“I have no idea,” Erik replied. “But whatever it is, it is close.”

They heard the breaking of branches to their left. Both of them were clearly freaked by the situation. Erik looked down at himself, almost naked but for the tiny swimsuit. Ben and he were in no way dressed to fight a wild animal. “Maybe this running was not such a smart idea,” Erik thought. The two stopped.

“Should we run back?” Ben asked.

“I don’t know,” said Erik, sounding confused.

Suddenly about 100 feet ahead, a large, tall animal burst from the woods onto the road. The tall bull moose was making his way to the lake. While he glanced at the two swimsuit clad guys as he crossed the road, he gave them no concern at all. As quickly as he emerged, he vanished into the woods across the road. The guys listened as his footsteps made the same rustling sound.

“Holy crap,” said Erik. Neither he nor Ben had ever seen an animal that big before.

“What was that thing?” Ben said.

“I am pretty sure that was a moose,” Erik replied. “He was huge.”

“Do they eat people?” Ben asked.

“Obviously not,” Erik replied. “If they did, we’d have been that things breakfast.”

“Good point,” replied Ben. The guys were still a little freaked as they started a slow jog. They said nothing as their pulse rates came back down.

“Man that really was cool,” Erik finally broke the silence.

The guys hit the intersection of the main road at about forty minutes, making their U-turn to start the six mile run back. The sun was up higher now, but the road was still mostly shade covered, keeping it cool, perfect for a run. Small trickles of sweat had soaked the front of their suits and their muscular abs were shimmering from the moisture. About a mile in they heard a car coming. As it got closer they contemplated their decision to run in just swimsuits. Perfectly normal on a beach, but this was more of a remote back road than a beach.

“What should we do?” Ben asked, Erik knowing exactly what he was referring to.

“It’s no big deal,” Erik replied. “They are just swimsuits.”

“Yeah, I guess,” said Ben, who was feeling way more self-conscious about what he had on, or maybe what little he had on.

A red Ford pickup rounded the curve and came into sight. Two guys inside. They slowed as they approached, due to the narrow road. As they passed they waved and nodded. The truck continued on its way. Inside the truck, the two guys didn’t give the two swimsuit clad runners a concern.

“See, told you…” Erik replied after they passed.

Ben picked up the pace, pushing the final five miles of the run. He brought them under six minute miles and kept increasing as they went further down the road. Erik stayed right with him, even at this pace they both had reserve speed they could use.

“I think we are about two miles left,” Ben said. “This was where we saw that moose.”

“Yeah, probably Erik replied. This time Erik took the lead. He opened up his stride and put on a powerful surge. The rivalry was on. Ben pushed hard to catch him, having to sprint full speed to get back up to Erik. The two guys really were working each other now, their tight suits flexing with the movement of their muscles in the back. Erik loved the freedom of leg movement the suits gave him, even better than his most favorite full side split shorts.

Ben was not going to be outrun. As he passed the final turn before their driveway, he burst a solid surge, catching and passing Erik.

“F..K you,” Erik yelled in jest and frustration. He aggressively put on a surge, and caught Ben with maybe 300 yards to go. The guys were well under a five minute pace, probably 4:30. Erik gave it all he had and edged next to Ben. With a hundred feet to go, He kicked hard and shot a few feet ahead, crossing the driveway just about arms- length ahead of Ben.

“Good freaking run,” Ben said, gulping in air. “You kicked my ass on that last surge.”

Erik smiled and the two gave each other high fives. Their suits now fully soaked in sweat. They both bent over at the waist and caught their breaths. Ben reached over and rubbed Erik’s cute back side, his suit hugging his bubble butt, exposing his tight, muscled upper legs. Neither was in any condition to take it much further, but they still admired their chiseled, lean bodies.

“Damn, what a run,” Erik said as they headed back to the house. Ben wrapped his arm around Erik’s waist and pulled him close.

“Now, let’s get in that lake,” Ben requested.
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[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Dylan took a long, hot shower, enjoying the warmth of the steamy bathroom, He thought about doing more than just showering, even teasing himself a little, but opted not to. As he toweled off, he eyed Ben’s swimsuit hanging on one of the towel hooks. It was the one he wore the first day, the one with the splashes and streaks of color, the one Eric liked so much the other morning. Ben had washed it out and left it to dry. Dylan’s eyes kept wandering over to the dangling little swimsuit as he stood there naked brushing his teeth. Finally he plucked it from the hook and held it up, inspecting it closely.

“How do they wear something so small.” he thought. Like all swimsuits, it looked much smaller off the body in its original form. A twinge of arousal rusted in him. He was becoming more curious. He held it up to himself in the mirror, imagining what he would look like in it. He stepped back, and checked himself in the mirror with the suit held in front of his body. Dylan was a rugged guy, muscular but not as sculpted in the abs as his younger brother. He had a flat stomach, smooth chest, and well defined upper body, stronger on top that Erik. The other major difference between them was that Ben was cut, while Dylan was not, which always struck both of them oddly. This slight difference gave Dylan a thicker look in that area, and in tight underwear the outline on Dylan showed, just as it did on Ben in his swimsuits.

Dylan hung the suit back up and started shaving, but he kept thinking about it. Outside he could hear Eric and Ben as they came back from their run. They were going in the lake, so he knew he would not be disturbed. He wiped his shaven face clean of residue foam and grabbed the suit again. He checked the size, it was smaller than he would wear, but close, only a couple inches different. Plus it certainly stretched. He really wanted to see and feel how it would fit.

Dylan finally gave in to temptation. He slid the suit up his legs and pulled it over his anatomy. As expected it was tight, but he watched as the material stretched across him. He took his hand and adjusted himself inside the suit, tying the strings. He noted that Erik wore himself up in his suits, so he tried that first. The feel of the tight fit was certainly arousing, and his body started to respond. He stepped back and looked in the mirror at himself. Despite his earlier thoughts about the suit being too small, he actually thought he looked pretty cool. Sure he was almost hard, but that would go away, and he liked the way it showed off his legs. He also really liked his bulge, which he would never admit to anyone.

For the next several minutes, Dylan tried different positions. He ticked himself down, which gave the suit a much more modeled look. He actually liked that position better, a little less anatomically obvious in his opinion. His semi hard anatomy, however, still prominent even in the tucked position. He tried to the left and to the right. Each time he adjusted, he gave himself a quick stroke, which added to his excitement. Dylan turned and tried to see how his backside looked. For what he could see, he thought it looked awesome, albeit tight. Dylan turned back around and ran his hands all over himself, feeling the tight lycra material wrapping him up. He imagined what it would be like to be with a pretty young lady on a beach, she in a bikini and him in this swimsuit. He smiled at the thought.

Nearly rock hard, Dylan slipped the suit off and returned it to the hook. Ben would never know. Naked once again, Dylan finished up what he had not completed in the shower. He also had to figure out how to get Erik to lend him one of his suits. Dylan had an idea.

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[a speedo minded guy]

STS, Love your writing. Please continue. And I love how you brought in other characters from other stories. Nice tie-ins

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

After watching the lake, holding hands, and enjoying the peaceful morning as they settled down from their run, Ben and Erik grabbed their googles off the deck and jumped into the lake. The cold, clear water felt awesome after their run. Jack was nowhere to be seen, they were not even sure if he was up, yet. The water was still fairly calm, a slight ripple of windblown waves out of the west, but nothing like the lake could get once the wind picked up. Ben came close to Erik as they stood in the water. Ben then slipped behind Erik, rubbing against his cute butt with his front.

“Remember the breathing technique?” Ben asked Erik as their two bodies touched. Erik felt that Ben was getting very turned on.

“I think so,” Erik replied, as he broke their moment and started to demonstrate his skill.

“Looks good,” Ben encouraged Erik after the quick demonstration. Ben adjusted himself, enjoying a quick self massage. “See that floating dock?” Ben pointed out pretty far down the lake to the east.

“Yeah,” Erik replied. “That’s a long way,” he added, knowing what was coming next.

“Let’s see if we can make it there and back,” Ben challenged. “Slow and easy, and we can stay closer to shore in case you get tired.”

“I won’t get tired,” Erik replied back snidely. “You forget who is the better runner,” he added. The competitive urges showing through.

“Okay, cowboy,” Ben replied. “Didn’t mean to piss you off.”

They both smiled at each other. As good as they were as friends, they were equally as good as competitors.

They set off, Ben slightly ahead and to the left of Erik. Erik liked the position just fine, he could watch Ben’s still somewhat enlarged bulge hang in the water as he swam, his white drawstrings dangling down, as well. “He’s so awesome,” Erik thought to himself as he admired the muscular body slice through the water. Ben held back his pace, which was far faster than Erik’s, but he didn’t want to leave his best friend alone on what was his first real long swim.

Dylan slipped on his cranberry Birdwell shorts, commando, no shirt. He loved the feeling of being unrestricted in the shorts. For Dylan, the freedom of his anatomy inside the shorts was somewhat of an erotic sensation, from which he always got a little hard at first, tenting the front of the shorts. A few pulls and tugs followed by a wiggle of his legs eased the tenting effect, his cock now hanging downward into his left leg opening. He ventured out on the deck, the house was quiet. MaryBeth was still asleep after the wild night Jack and she had. Dylan watched the Ben and Erik were making their way up the lake.

The guys glided past the dock where Ryan and Zach had practiced the night before. There was no activity at the house, the two boys had left long ago for a long swim practice. They hear only a dog bark at them from the deck on the back of the house. Further down the lake, the water now quite a bit deeper as the lake sliced past the base of a large hill, they met head on with two guys in kayaks coming the other way.

“Keep it up, looking great” the guys called out as the swimmers passed. Ben raised his arm in a wave as he stroked. The guys stopped and watched as Ben and Erik continued along the southern shoreline on their eastward trek.

“Wow, there’s a lot of swimmers out this morning,” the one guy said to the other.

“Yeah, I see the first guy quite a bit, but these two are new,” came the reply. They had passed Jack well down the lake already. Jack was on an ambitious four mile swim. They met with him just about at this turnaround. As the guys continued east, Jack was already making his way westerly toward them.

Dylan ventured onto the dock, watching the two swimmers well in the distance. He wondered how far they were going. He was amazed at his brother, whom he had never thought of as a swimmer. He smiled to himself, rubbing his chest and stomach. He glanced down at his shorts hanging low on his hips, the bump out from his anatomy slightly showing.

Ben looked up and spotted the floating dock, probably now a quarter mile away. He breast stroked a few strokes. “Not much more,” he called to Erik, who heard him, but did not respond.

The swimming dock was out in the deepest water they had swam in, but for their jumps off the boat. Even in the clear water lake, they could not see the bottom as they swam out toward the dock. Erik got a little nervous as he realized that he was in water well over his head, feeling his pulse quicken. His mind told himself to relax, as they made their wide, sweeping loop around the dock.

“A red ball caught Ben’s attention as they started to head west. The waves were now against them, and the chop had picked up considerably since they started, a product of the stronger winds. As Ben watched, he saw the arm stroked of a swimmer along with the bobbing red ball. He realized that what he was actually seeing was Jack, probably 150 feet further out from the shore, making his way up the lake.

“Whoa, what a stroke he has,” thought Ben as he watched Jack move quickly pass the two of them. Jack had not even seen the two guys.

Ben glanced over at Erik, watching as Erik fought the slapping waves. They bobbed a bit from the swells of the increasing waves. The swim back being much harder than the swim out. Erik slowed a bit, lifting his head out of the water to figure out where they were. They were swimming back further out from the shore in deeper water. Erik put his head back down and forged on. He had lost sight of Ben, who was actually slightly off his right leg.

Dylan watched as Jack passed in front of the dock just up the lake, the same one where the two teens had been hanging out yesterday. He was impressed at how smooth and graceful Jack looked in the water. His brother and Ben were both further back, and clearly moving slower. Jack was showing the skilled swimmer he was. Dylan grabbed his googles and jumped into the lake. The cold water sent a shockwave of chill through his body, ending any aroused feeling he still had lingering from his earlier activities. He doused the googles and slipped them on, setting out on a slow swim toward the other two guys.

The three young men met up at Ryan and Zach’s dock, setting the dog off again. Ben treaded water\, calling out to Dylan. Erik saw his brother, but he continued to forge ahead in the swim. Dylan looped behind them, pushed hard and came side by side to Ben. This set off a race between the two, actually the three, but by the time Erik realized what they were doing, he was already out of contention.

Ben pushed hard, and quickly took a lead. Dylan was not nearly as skilled as Ben, but he gave it his all, despite the drag he could feel from the long legged shorts. On the dock, Jack watched as the three guys raced toward him. Ben was now well out in front, Dylan second, but in a bigger shock, Erik was rapidly catching up to his older brother. They finished in the same order, but had Erik had just a hundred more feet, he would have taken his brother. Even Jack was impressed by Erik’s swimming progress. The guys gave each other high fives, and maybe a bit of jousting over who really was better. Erik actually felt the most victorious, given that just a day ago he struggled to get not even half as far.

“Time to eat,” Jack said as the guys each climbed on the dock. Jack was wearing a Black and green Speedo brand suit that fit him well. Erik was still in his black and gold Speedo, which mirrored Jack’s but for the different contrast color. Ben was also rocking he yellow and blue Arena he had on in the morning run. Of the three suits, Ben’s was the tightest and most form fitting.

“These shorts suck for swimming,” Dylan said, putting the last part of his plan in action. “I’d have beat you if I had on a Speedo.”

“See, dude,” Ben replied. “Told you.”

Jack smiled as he listened to them. Finally he asked, “What size are you?”

“I don’t know, thirty, maybe,” Dylan replied.

“Perfect,” Jack replied. “That’s my size, too.”

[a speedo minded guy]

Can't wait for the next chapter. Please continue.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The plane bobbed its way out to the center of the lake as the guys took in the gorgeous blue sky with only a few high wispy clouds. A bright sun beamed down, shimmering off the waves, creating a bit of glare. A steady 8-10 MPH wind was blowing out of the west, with a few stronger gusts. Jack guided the plane eastward down the lake, planning for a takeoff into the wind.

“It will be a bit bumpy as we climb out, but once we clear the water I’ll bank hard to the left and bring us back across the lake,” Jack explained to the three guys. The plan was to do an air tour of the North Maine Woods, a vast expanse of undeveloped land, used primarily for logging, hunting and recreation. Dylan sat up front next to Jack, Ben and Erik in the back. MaryBeth stayed back, ready for some quiet time. The guys had thrown T-shirts on still in their swimsuits, except for Jack who had also put on a pair of plaid shorts over his swimsuit. The plane idled as Jack scanned the lake with his binoculars.

“Need to be real careful to make sure the runway is clear,” he told anyone who was listening. “In this sun, canoes and kayaks are hard to see.”

He lined the plane up and revved the motor, while he went through a methodical check of all the gauges and controls. Jack was a very careful pilot, leaving nothing to chance.

The plane engine raced as Jack let the plane start its rumbled westward takeoff, the cabin bouncing from the waves. “Here we go,” Jack announced as he rotated the tail flaps, the plane lifting off the lake, vibrating as it pulled upward in a shallow ascent.

“Holy shit,” Ben exclaimed as the plane rocked in the wind. Ben laughed as he watched the color evaporate from Ben’s face. As promised, Jack put the plane in a hard left turn, its wing looking like it was going to hit the lake, the cabin jostling from the breeze. Ben grasped Erik’s leg as they banked hard.

“Cool,” Dylan said, totally in awe. “This is so cool!” While Ben was about to wet himself in fear, Dylan probably was about to wet himself in a different way.

They leveled and Jack pulled the nose steeper, as the airspeed grew to support more lift. The bouncing calmed and the guys in back began taking in the lake. They crossed over the eastern shore on their way to PQI airport where they would gas up before making their way west into the woods. They were on visual flight rules, with little other air traffic in the area, but for a few other recreational pilots.

Erik smiled at Ben as they made their way toward Presque Isle. He thought how funny they looked, flying in a plane while wearing their little swimsuits. Up front, Jack let Dylan “fly” while they were on level flight at 2000 feet. They crossed over several smaller towns and acres of potato farms, finally descending onto the long asphalt runway. Dylan loved watching the plane line up with the runway and then drop down onto it. The guys in back were paying more attention to each other than the flight, each sneaking a touch of the other here and there along the way. Under their shirts, both swimsuits were becoming quite tightly packed as they felt the urges of their close proximity, toughing knees, and sweet smiles.

After lifting back off, they were now at 2000 feet again, Dylan again playing “pilot” under Jack’s watchful eye, crossing over the vast wooded lands. After an hour of flight, Jack banked the plane hard to the west and did a slow circle over a medium size lake nestled between three steep hills.

“It’s a tough landing, but the winds are right,” Jack announced. “Let’s go swimming and exploring,” He brought the plane down between the tall hills, mountains almost, as it bucked and bounced from the diverted wind squeezing between the hills. They splashed down hard onto the lake, harder than Jack would have liked, causing Ben to almost scream. His nails bit into Erik’s upper leg, striking out any sensual feel normally associated with that part of the upper leg.

“Dude, it’s okay,” Erik whispered to Ben. “You can let go of my leg.”

The lake was totally isolated with nothing but hills and forest around it. The water was even more clear than their own lake, which totally amazed the guys. Jack guided the plane to a shallow cove. The large rock formations along the shore were impressive., and they continued into the water, which was dotted with huge boulders of granite ledge that had been blasted away millions of years ago.

“Dylan, can you jump out and grab the tie?” Jack asked as he let the engine stop and the blade stabilized. “Tie us up to a tree on shore.”

Dylan took off his shirt and jumped into the water. It was up to his mid abdomen. “Damn, this is some cold water,” he announced as he went in. Ben and Erik followed. After the guys got the plane secure, Jack climbed out. He had shed his shorts and was back in his swimsuit, this time a purple print Arena.

“Damn, he has more suits than we do,” Ben said to Erik.

“Yeah, I think so,” Erik replied.

Dylan was, once again, the only guy in shorts, his standby cranberry Birdies, commando underneath, but well shrunk up by the cold water. In fact, they were all suffering from shrinkage. The three swimsuit bulges virtually gone from their suits.

Dylan and Jack opted to follow a trail that took them up to the top of the rock ledge. Jack went back to the plane and grabbed their shoes, his shorts, and their shirts. Ben and Erik opted to stay back and “enjoy the lake.” They both wanted some alone time, and the lake excuse would give it to them.

“Just follow this trail,” Jack said. “If you change your mind, but make sure you wear shoes.”

In the silence they could hear Jack and Dylan’s voices as they made their hike. The sounds echoed off the surrounding hills and bounced off the water. Not enough to make out what they were saying, but you knew they were talking.

Ben and Erik found a large tree trunk on its side, in the sun, facing the water. The two guys sat on it, side by side, looking out at the lake. An egret flew along the shore from tree to tree, its massive wings flapping in the wind, making a very clear whooshing sound. The warm sun felt awesome. Ben laid back into Erik, his head on Erik’s lower abdomen, as Erik turned to straddle the log. Erik’s eyes shifted from the lake to the awesome view he had of Ben’s tight, rippled abs, his thin waist, and the way his body molded down to his legs, his cute bulge rising above it all. Erik bent over and kissed his forehead.

Ben smiled at him from his backwards perspective. It was a peaceful, romantic setting, and they were all alone, but for whatever wildlife were lurking in the forest. Jack and Dylan’s trail was taking them high up on the ledge, but even from their angle, Ben and Erik were not visible.

“You’re cute in the plane,” Erik whispered to Ben.

“Yeah, that landing sucked,” Ben replied.

Erik gently rubbed Ben’s face, venturing down to his upper chest. Ben was very much into the moment, his body responding each time Erik’s hands crossed his nipples, one of Ben’s erogenous zones for sure. Under Ben’s head, Erik was also eliminating the shrinkage effects of the cold water, quickly growing in his suit. Erik’s hand slowed on Ben’s chest, as he played with Ben’s nips with both hands. He watched as Ben’s body responded each time he teased them.

“This is awesome,” Ben whispered to Erik.

“Yes, it is,” Erik replied.

High up on the trail, Jack and Dylan continued their trek. The trail was moderately difficult, with a few points where they had to climb rocks to get to higher elevations. They were now about half way there.

“This is the hardest part,” Jack said. “After this it is pretty gentle.”

“Kind of fun,” Dylan replied.

“You brother and Ben are really close friends, I guess,” Jack shifted the subject.

“Yeah, closer than I realized,” Dylan replied.

‘They seem to like the same things,” Jack added.

“Yeah, it’s cool.” Dylan replied.

They continued on the journey, Dylan asking Jack about the house up here and how they were connected to a place this far north. Jack shared storied of his childhood growing up in Fort Kent, which was just a little north, on the Canadian border. Jack started swimming at a young age, did pretty well, and ended up swimming in college. “I guess you could say I swam my way south,” he chuckled as he told the story.

Ben was totally immersed into Erik’s erotic massage of his body. Erik had not ventured below Ben’s mid abdomen, but he did not have to, what he was doing to the upper parts was driving Ben totally wild. Ben’s manhood was pushing hard against the tight Lycra of his suit, getting more and more aroused each time Erik kissed his head and rubbed his chest. Ben moaned as Erik drove him deeper and deeper into arousal.

“Oh man, you are making me crazy,” Ben quietly said the Erik.

“I can tell,” Erik whispered back. “I love watching you this way.”

Erik was also into it, but not nearly to the point Ben was. Ben knew he was close to crossing that point where he could not let Erik stop, he loved the feeling of being trapped in his suit, rock hard and struggling for the control that he was losing. Ben groaned as he felt his body get even more into its state of excitement. He was amazed that the little suit could hold him. As Erik kissed his head, Ben took his own hands and began to gently massage the front of his suit.

Erik slowed a bit, wanting to keep Ben in his aroused state as long as he could. He loved how Ben would wiggle a bit from his torso, as he fought his urges to explode. Erik took Ben’s arms, holding his hands back. Ben’s mid body lifted upward as he pressed into the suit. Despite no touches, he continued to increase in arousal and urge.

“Oh Erik, please, don’t stop,” Ben pleaded.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The view from the ledge was amazing. It was a sheer 200 foot drop into the lake. Jack and Dylan stood at the edge looking down. Dylan was tempted to jump, thinking of the cliff divers he had seen on television shows. It looked like the perfect spot.

“Think you can jump in from here?” Dylan asked Jack.

“I don’t know, not sure how deep the water is,” Jack replied. "And there is probably big rocks underneath." He was amazed at the courage Dylan seemed to have. Ready to try anything. He was truly a no fear young man.

“Good point,” Dylan replied, but he was still very tempted. “I wonder if there are many moose up here,” Dylan added as more of a question than a ponder.

“I’m sure. Black bear, too,” Jack answered.

“I wish I had brought my camera,” Dylan lamented. “I can’t believe Ben and Erik didn’t come up.”

“I suspect they are having fun of their own,” Jack replied. Jack knew exactly what they were doing. He was sure of it. After several minutes, the two started their trek back down, which would go faster than the trek up.

“That was cool,” Dylan said. “Thanks for taking me.”

At the base, Erik freed Ben’s arms and watched as Ben worked himself. “Oh f..k,,” Ben said, he felt his body on the brink. He tugged his drawstrings, freeing his waist from the tight grip of his suit. He also freed himself from the suit and took himself into his own hand. Erik watched intently as Ben’s final strokes pushed him over the top. Ben moaned as his body pulsated in a flurry of releases. It was a whole new level for both of them.

“That was amazing to watch,” Erik said as Been laid still, breathless.

“Oh wow, man.” Ben replied.

They could hear the voices of Dylan and Jack getting closer. Ben and Erik opted to get in the lake, both for different reasons. Erik needed the effect of the ice cold water. There was no time for Erik to have the same fun, which meant another aroused afternoon. Ben rubbed his chest in the water, and retied his swimsuit. The two guys then dove and swam a bit in the refreshing cold. As Dylan and Jack rounded the final bend, they found Ben and Dylan challenging each other to no kick dives, seeing who could go the farthest. While Ben had returned to a calmer state, Erik’s suit was still well filled out, his body wanting what Ben got, but not able to have it.

“Maybe I was wrong,” Jack thought as he watched them in the water. “Maybe they did just want to enjoy the lake.”

[a speedo minded guy]

STS,

Glad you finished off Ben. To leave him hanging until the next chapter...lol

[Swimmboy]

Yeah - Ben finally got his much-needed relief. Next 'up' - Erik! Then maybe Dylan. Can't wait for the next chapter. Love the detail - the flying, the landscapes, etc. Really enjoying this wonderful story!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“That was the most scared I have ever been,” Ben remarked as the three guys sat on the Pontoon boat, tied to the dock, drinking beers. MaryBeth and Jack were out for the night, leaving the guys to themselves. After some horseplay in the lake, they opted to have a few beers, and just hang out. Maybe later they would go into town and get some pizza.

“Oh bull, man,” Dylan replied, “it was cool, I loved it.”

The guys recalled the flight out. After their fun in the remote lake, Jack had prepped them for the take-off. “It’s harder to get out of here than it is to get in,” he said. “We have to get some airspeed before we can clear the hills.” Jack pulled way back on the eastern side of the lake. The best opening was flying out to the east, but he had to take off to the west. He needed at least 1000 feet to make sure he cleared the peaks and had room for anything that could go wrong.

The plane shook as it roared across the lake westward. Jack rotated the flaps and lifted off about a third of the way down the lake. As soon as he cleared the water and got some altitude, almost using the whole lake, he banked hard left then made a circle back to head east. Because of the width, it was a tight turn, causing a steeper bank than usual, setting off some cockpit alarms.

“It’s okay,” Jack called out. Ben about pissed himself. Even Dylan’s eyes bugged out. Jack leveled the wings and climbed to about 500 feet. The engine whining as it pulled the plane skyward. Looking out the windows all the guys saw was the green of the steep mountain slopes all around them. “Not enough height, yet,” Jack advised. Jack responded by making another tight loop, banking hard and deep over the far eastern edge of the lake, the plane felt like it was laying on its side.

“It’s a tight turn,” Jack said as he controlled the plane. As soon as he was out of the turn, he pulled back and the nose went upward, again. A hard vibration of turbulence hit the plane as it crested the ridge, caused by the wind crossing over the ridge.

Ben took a deep swig of beer. “It was pretty cool,” he admitted. “Sitting here now,” he added. Erik laughed. It was an amazing night, a crescent moon hung just over the lake’s eastern shore, shooting rays of golden moonlight across the nearly flat water. A campfire was going on the shore down the way. The sky was dark, but for the moon, but the stars were brilliantly on display. The Big Dipper looked like you could reach up and touch it.

“Amazing sky,” Erik said as he laid back on the Pontoon Boat’s lounger seat. As he did, his T-shirt rode up on his waist revealing his swimsuit, catching Ben’s eye. Dylan, like his brother, was more interested in the stars, far more visible in the darkness of the wilderness than back at home. As the two brothers called out what they were seeing in the crystal night sky, Ben’s hand wandered to touch the side of Erik’s upper leg. Ben had other ideas on how to spend the night. Erik shared the same idea, and his body instantly reacted to Ben’s touch.

“This would be the ideal romantic night,” Dylan shifted the subject. “A candle, some liquor, and a cute girl…” he trailed off. Erik agreed, at least on most of what he said. “Damn, I just gave myself a boner,” Dylan laughed, grabbing an unopened beer and popping the top. It was his second, maybe third, but no one was counting. He sucked in a big swallow. His shorts were tented out, he really had gotten himself all excited.

Ben’s hand had wandered to the backside of Erik, his fingers nestled in the little indent at the base of Erik’s spine, where his back met his butt, and his tight suit created a cute little crevice. They were silent again, listening to the gentle ripples of the silent lake. An occasional fish would jump in the water, creating a soft splash. In the distance, the sounds of a faint motor and the telltale red and green lights of a Pontoon boat making its way in the night, probably a couple going to the town for dinner. A loon called out loudly into the night sky, breaking the silence.

“Let’s get some dinner,” Dylan proposed, standing. His shorts still very much tented, he tugged on the legs to reduce the obvious protruding front.

“Sounds like a plan,” Ben responded. Erik and Ben also stood. They grabbed their bottles and headed in. Erik was still wildly horny from the earlier excitement that he did not get to complete.

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Small lake towns at the top of Maine are anything but resort locations with an oasis of dining options. The town boasted a general store that was also the gas station, post office and bakery. One small restaurant on the water was the big draw, mostly by boat, but with a small parking lot for those who drove. The pizza place was the nightly hot spot for the younger crowd, with a bar that had local bands on limited Saturday nights, but was mostly a place to play darts, pool, and get in the occasional fight. It was in a single story building that looked more like a car repair place than it did a pizza place, but it served its purpose.

The three handsome young men entered, immediately catching the attention of the local crowd of about twenty regulars, all seemingly in their twenties, as well. It was mostly guys, all in jeans, all with work boots, and all built like the loggers they were. About six ladies were mixed in, all in tight jeans and even tighter tops, looking to do more than just have a beer with the boys. Fresh merchandise always grabbed their attention, and the three new young men were no exception. They also were clearly not from here, a ticket out in the eyes of the local ladies. Dylan fit in the most with worn Levi jeans, zipper front rather than the traditional button fly, a tattered shirt that had seen better days and a baseball cap over his shaggy, uncombed hair. Ben also had on jeans, but his were clearly new, unscuffed by the hazards of life, and a clean polo shirt. Erik was the most daring, with shorts, albeit longer legged than what he usually wore, and a bright yellow shirt that stood out like the sun peeking through a cloudy day. But, for Ben and Erik, what they had on the outside covered two fresh, form fitting swimsuits. The tightness of the new suit was keeping Erik on the cusp of arousal, maybe even pushing him over, based on the bulge that was showing through his somewhat tight shorts.

After the brief pause that came when “outsiders” entered, the crowd resumed their activity as he guys grabbed an open booth and ordered a round of beers. The server asked for ID’s, but she wasn’t really concerned about age, she just wanted to see where they were from, especially the cute one in the baseball cap. Erik and Ben sat on one side, Dylan the other. All the while the server flirted with Dylan, Ben was rubbing his hand between Erik’s legs, even poking a bit up under his shorts. Nothing obvious, but enough to make Erik bone up pretty strong.

“We don’t get many southerners up here,” said the server, who was also dressed in tight jeans and a T-shirt that broadcasted the Pizza and Bar.

“Yeah, guess not,” replied Dylan, ‘but we’re here,” he added with a cute smile. Erik knew from how he was acing that is brother thought she was cute. Her name was Sara, she lived up in Fort Kent all of her life and had never been further away than Boston. She introduced them to the whole bar. Turns out the crowd was not as anti-outsider as it first appeared. After Sara’s introduction, the now more lively crowd embraced the new visitors and they engaged in various rounds of pool, darts and assorted small talk.

Brad immediately took notice to the three guys as soon as they walked in. Something inside him immediately triggered, especially for the two the guy in the newer jeans and the even more for the one in shorts. Brad’s radar sense immediately knew that they were worth getting to know. Brad was a local kid, although kid is the wrong term. He was now a student at Rhode Island School of design, a sculpture major with a real knack for contemporary art. To the crowd he was a nice kid, a bit shy and more of a loner. He was incredibly handsome, however, which drove the ladies wild, especially since he never seemed interested and never had been seen with a date, at least not as the local crowd defined dates.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Where you guys staying?” Brad asked as he walked up to Ben and Erik. Dylan was off playing an intense dart game and trying to seduce Sara into something more than casual talk. Brad had on a pair of burgundy Levi corduroy jeans, very much in style back then. They were tight on his legs and crotch, which he filled out nicely. He had on a long sleeve rugby type shirt, sleeves pulled up. He’d catch interest in any bar he walked into.

“Oh, friends on the lake,” Erik replied.

“Cool,” Brad replied, “I live on the lake, too, at least in the summers.” Brad’s eyes wandered down to check out the bulging front of Erik’s tight shorts and the form fitting jeans of Ben. An awkward pause as the three looked at each other, not sure where to go next.

“It must be awesome to live here all summer,” Ben finally broke the silence.

“Yeah, it’s nice, but not easy to meet people,” Brad replied. “Nice shorts, by the way,” he added toward Erik. “Not many guys wear shorts in here.”

“Well, he wanted to wear a Speedo, but that would be pushing it,” Ben teased. Brad grinned.

“I’d like to see that,” Brad replied. “Shake the place up, you’d certainly be the talk of the town”

The three hit it off really well, once they got past the initial clumsy talk. Brad knew Jack and MaryBeth, knew exactly the house, talked about how Jack was famous on the lake for his plane and his swimming. “Speaking of Speedos, Brad commented, “Jack looks darn hot in his.” Brad was testing the waters to see if his internal radar was right.

“Yeah, he really does,” Erik replied. Brad felt a sense of affirmation rush through him, as well as aroused interest.

“What about you guys, what do you guys wear for swimming,” Brad asked, getting bolder.

“Well, we both are really into swim team type suits,” Ben answered. “You know, Speedo, Arena, that kind. Just like Jack’s.”

“Sweet,” Brad replied. “I wear Speedos at school, but not too much up here.” Another long pause. “Hey, what do you say we blow this pop stand and go to my house. We got a hot tub, it’s awesome. After, I can take you back to Jack’s place by boat.”

Ben and Erik looked at each other and nodded agreement. Dylan was still chasing Sara like a puppy dog. Erik went over and told him the plan. Dylan declined the offer, but said they should go ahead. He was hoping to get laid he advised. Unfortunately for Dylan it would stay all night at only hope.
“You guys need to go get swimsuits?” Brad asked.

“Nope, got them on already,” Ben replied.

Brad smiled. “Awesome.”

The three new friends headed down the dark road that went along the far side of the lake, It was going to be a pretty awesome night. Brad was already getting turned on.

[Swimmboy]

Sounds like this is going to be a VERY interesting night! Looking forward to the next chapter.

[a speedo minded guy]

Please continue at your earliest convenience. I love it.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The lakeside road turned to dirt, then really to not much of a lane as the pine needles scrapped along the sides of the Jeep Wagoneer. Brad was driving and Ben kept looking at Erik with the “where the f..k are we going” confusion written on his face. It was the perfect setting for a murder mystery, two trusting young guys are lured into the backwoods by this cute guy, only to be never seen again. The lane had two rutted tire tracks with tall grass that scrapped the underside of the high riding Jeep. It was dark, eerie, and really pretty intimidating.

“Not much more,” Brad said, almost as if he knew Ben and Erik were perplexed. The wagon jostled by the rutted road. Finally up ahead some lights. The guys rounded the tight curve and the road opened. A gorgeous Golden Retriever came running out off the expansive porch to greet the familiar car, his tail wagging wildly as he jumped at the arriving visitors. A gentle bark, as if to say “oh boy, you are home and you brought friends.”

“Awesome,” Erik exclaimed, both about the dog and the house.

“Yeah, his name is Rex. He’s pretty cool, he’ll bark at you a bit, but he’s a sweetie inside.” Brad replied.

Rex did, in fact, bark quite a bit. Not mean barks, more like excited barks. He was as playful as ever. He was a three year old, Brad’s dog through and through. He idolized his master. The house was spectacular. A huge sculpture sat just off the steps on the expansive farmer’s [orch. It was an amazing abstract work, all in glass. The house was huge, a log style, with a deck that wrapped around to the lake side.

“Holy shit, this is gorgeous,” Ben blurted out to Brad. It really was.

“Yeah, it’s my folks place. After I got into college, they tore down the old cabin and built this place. It’s pretty sweet.” Brad explained as he gave us the outside tour. The hot tub sat on the back deck, a giant canvas umbrella hung above it. The lake sat quiet, the moon shining off the water.

“Get in your suits, guys,” Brad asked. “I’ll go in and get changed.” It was clear they were the only ones here. The guys later learned his folks only came on weekends, while Brad stayed all Summer and worked on art. It was his unofficial Summer studio. Ben and Erik slipped off their respect jeans and shorts to reveal their swimsuits. The shed their shirts, leaving them both in just the tight and tiny briefs, Erik’s strings hanging out, Ben’s neatly concealed. Erik was still somewhat erect, which made his suit look perfectly filled out. The two smiled at each other.

“Hey, come in and check the place out,” Brad called as he emerged from his suite at the far end of the house. Brad looked incredible without all his clothes on. He had a smooth, flat chest with six well defined abs. He was in a solid white swimsuit that had incredibly narrow sides, smaller than either Ben or Erik has seen on a guy before. His legs were tight and srong, with muscular quads. But it was his swimsuit that stole the show, so to speak, It was snug, tiny and he packed it with the most amazing bulge in front. Erik’s own suit quickly boinged fuller in excitement.

“You look hot,” Erik said. “I love your swimsuit.” While Ben would have normally gotten bit jealous by Erik’s comment, he had to agree.

“Thanks,” Brad replied as he did a twirl to show all sides. His backside was almost as amazing as his front. “I don’t wear it much, except here when I am alone. I love your swimwear, too” Brad added. Of the two, Brad was taking a big interest in Ben, but he thought both guys were cute. While he was sure they were both gay, there was still the twinge of doubt.

“Let me show you around.” Brad added as he led the way, Erik’s eyes still locked on his snow white swimsuit. The inside was more amazing than the outside, with a huge center set stone fireplace, All exposed wood beams, natural log walls, and hardwood floors. Brad’s suite had a fantastic bedroom with a King bed, its own bath with both a tub and shower, and a sitting room Brad had turned to a studio. A wall of electronic audio equipment and a collection of record albums graced most of one wall.

“This is awesome,” both guys kept saying, as the three swimsuit clad guys wandered the house, Rex tagging along.

“Yeah, I am an only kid, so I am pretty spoiled,” Brad replied. Brad opened a drawer that was stuffed with swimsuits. “This is my collection of swimsuits,” Brad added. There must have been at least 50 or 60 swimsuits in there. “If I am at home, I am usually wearing one of them.”

“Even in winter,” Ben asked with a smile.

“Definitely in the winter, that is when it is most fun,” Brad replied. “A roaring fire, some music, and hanging out in my favorite swimwear.”

“I want to come back and check out your collection,” Erik suggested.

“For sure,” Brad replied. “Maybe you can try some of the out.”

They ended back at the kitchen. Brad opened the refrigerator and asked if they wanted beer or wine. “Got lots of both.” They settled on wine. Brad opened two bottles, a white and a red. He grabbed plastic wine glasses and they each filled them with their choice. “Let’s go check out that hot tub, whatya say Rex?” Brad asked the dog. Rex was as game as the three guys. He ran over to the lake side slider. The guys followed, Brad smiling as the two guys in their tight Speedos led the way. Inside his own tiny white suit, Brad’s body responded to the thought of a fun night with two new friends.

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Jack and MaryBeth arrived back to the house, finding it empty of the guys. A nice added surprise for the couple who had just had a romantic dinner that they did not want to end. As much as they loved the youth of the guys around the house, a quiet evening was well deserved and much needed. It was an unusually warm night for this far north, still in the 70’s. Just as MaryBeth expected, Jack quickly shifted into swimsuit, while keeping on his polo shirt. MaryBeth changed into shorts and a cute summer top she knew Jack liked.

“Hey, let’s grab some wine and go sit out on the Boat,” Jack suggested, giving her a sensual look “Enjoy the quiet and listen to the loons.”

“That sounds wonderful,” MaryBeth replied as she rubbed Jacks butt. He was immediately turned on. She was, too.

Jack grabbed the wine and two glasses, some cheese and crackers and headed out toward the boat. MaryBeth grabbed a blanket and two pillows. Even thought it was warm, she thought they’d like a blanket to snuggle under. . She also grabbed a glass enclosed candle. She followed Jack out the door, smiling at his bare legs emerging from the shirt, unable to see that he had a swimsuit on it looked like he was naked under that shirt. Maybe he would be soon.

They settled on the boat, floating in the calm lake. A loon called out in the night, followed by another, which then set off a chorus of calls. Jack poured the wine and lit the candle. They hugged each other tightly, MaryBeth feeling Jack’s manhood against her. “This is really nice,” she said.

“Yes it is,” Jack replied. He was getting very aroused in his tight suit, but he was enjoying the feeling. They both sat on the lounger in the back of the boat, looking outward to the lake. They toasted the nice night.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

They guys smiled as they listened to the loon chorus erupt. The hot tub water was a perfect 102, the three guys up to their necks in the water. It was a big tub, with two lounge type seats and several regular seats that sat at different depths. Brad and Ben side by side, while Erik was across from Ben. Under the water, Erik untied his suit, loosening the tightness it had on his body. He let himself have the freedom of the loose waist, which his body quickly took advantage of. Ben had placed his foot up right between Erik’s legs, the bottom of his foot rubbing Erik in exactly the right spot. Ben loved the way Erik’s anatomy felt against the bottom of his foot. The two smiled at each other,

“Man, how do you get anything done, I’d be in this all the time,” Ben asked Brad.

“It’s pretty awesome,” Brad replied. “But way more fun when others are here, like you guys.” Brad was rubbing himself under the water, enjoying the feel of himself getting more and more aroused. Off in the lake they could hear a distant motor.

“Must be a boat on the lake,” Ben observed.

“Yeah, a midnight cruise,” Erik replied, briefly taking his mind off what Ben was doing to him. They watched as he red and green lights off the boat passed out in the lake. Ben slid back in his seat, breaking the touch of Ben’s foot. As much as he wanted, more needed, Ben to continue, he knew better than to let it happen here. He was now solidly hard as a steel pole, extended well beyond the top of his suit. He tried to adjust back into the tiny suit, but he was so erect he could not. He loved the trapped feeling, which made him more aroused.

Brad let his hand slide over toward Ben’s leg. He touched Ben’s leg slightly above the knee and let it sit there. Ben looked over at Brad, but did not move. The two smiled as they sipped some wine. Ben decided to return the hand hold, placing his left hand on Brad’s upper leg, but slightly higher up. The three guys were each quietly teasing the other while they enjoyed the night, the wine and the experience. For each of them it was a first time as a trio.

Before he got too aroused to be able to move, Brad refilled everyone’s wine. As he emerged from the water, the perils of a white suit became obvious, as the material had become totally sheer, as it wrapped around his firm anatomy. If there was any wonder of whether he was cut or not, the answer was now clear. Ben and Erik smiled. Brad looked amazing in his almost naked state., as he leaned between them to reset the wine, his see thru bulge at eye level.
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Under the blanket, MaryBeth ran her hand up Jack’s leg, teasing him as she came closer and closer. He was like a teenager on his first real date, getting far too excited to maintain control and struggling to not shoot too quickly. His body, however, was ready to go faster than his mind wanted. They first smiled at each other and then embraced in a deep, sensual kiss. MaryBeth’s hand now firmly atop Jack’s rick hard bulge, gently tormenting him toward the brink.

“Not so fast,” he moaned, as he struggled to hold back. “Oh my…” he wandered off, back deep into the kiss. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her close, as he let himself rub across the upper parts of her body. She could still turn him on as much as she did as youngsters. She had the same urges as he, and her body was just as ready. She slowed her action, but kept her hand there. Jack felt the first trickle of wetness emerge from him. He knew he was close. He wiggled his leg in an effort to regain control of his urges. His cute red and blue Speedo was being well tested by his strong and hard anatomy.

“I love when you get excited,” MaryBeth whispered.

Jack moaned again. He could feel himself getting fully erect. He really had to slow down, if only he could.

To be continued

[a speedo minded guy]

Another two very warm hearted chapters. Please continue and welcome back

[solarguy]

Great story!!! Thanks again!

[sebbie]

I always enjoy your stories.

Sebbie

[Swimmboy]

Another hot chapter, with four guys on the edge...not counting those of us reading the story!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Dylan was having little success other than getting himself all worked up chasing the cute server at the local watering hole. His tight jeans had become tighter, and his man bulge more pronounced, but it was clear the only action he was going to see was whatever he made happen inside his Levi 505 jeans. Sara was as cute as a button, and she flirted with him just fine, even led him on a bit, but her interest ended at that or that was as far as she was ready to take it. Dylan retreated to pool with the guys, a few more beers, and then a big dilemma. Like any guy, when he was focused on what attracted him, he blocked out most of the rest of the world. As the crowd wound down, Dylan tried to remember what Erik and Ben had told him. Was he supposed to just go back to Jack and MaryBeth’s, he wondered? He was convinced that he was supposed to pick the guys up, but he had not paid attention to any of the details.

“Holy sh-t,” Dylan thought. “I have no idea where they are.” Not only was he confused, he was completely wrong. Brad had said he’d get the guys back to the house. Dylan clearly had not paid any attention.

“Hey Sara,” he asked as she gathered empty bottles from around the pool table. “Do you have any idea where my brother and Ben went?”

“Yeah, they went off to Brad’s house,” she replied. “They all left about two hours ago,” she added. “What, did you forget about them?” she said in a wisecrack.

“Seriously,” Dylan replied, “I was supposed to go get them, do you know where he lives?”

“No idea,” she teased, leaving him hanging. She went on about cleaning tables.

“F..k,” he whispered under his breath. He had no idea where he was supposed to go and was sure he had screwed up. Sara smiled as she watched him freak out. Finally she relented.

“Take the next right and follow it as far as it goes, it ends at his house,” She advised to a relieved Dylan. “It gets really narrow, but keep going.”

Dylan thanked her and paid his bill, leaving her a nice gratuity. He headed out the door. His jeans still tight, his desires unfulfilled. He would deal with that alone, later.

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Jack had his legs wrapped around MaryBeth’s, feeling her on him and she could feel him rub against her. He was still struggling to hold back, as they snuggled and watched the stars. He could feel his body wanting to surge, as his anatomy continued to get more and more aroused. MaryBeth smiled to herself as she thought about the first time the two of them had a similar romantic session on the beach in their early dating days. It was then that she became aware of Jack’s fascination with swimsuits.

“Gorgeous sky,” she said to him, “the stars are so bright.” Her hand rubbed along the back of him, across his butt. She pressed him into her, which made him even more aroused.

“Yes, it is,” he whispered. His own hands exploring her. He kissed her again, deeply. He could feel himself starting to lose the ability to hold back. “Oh man,” he whispered as he tightened the grip of his legs around hers. She knew he was close. She loved watching him struggle and then finally succumb to his own urges. She slid her hand down his front and across his bulging anatomy, gently caressing him fully.

“You sure have filled out this swimsuit,” she whispered.

“Oh, MaryBeth,’ he whispered. She was driving him totally past the limit. She knew it. They embraced in a deep kiss, her hand really working him. She felt him start to pulsate a bit, as he flexed himself into her. She loved making him crazy, he was so animated.

“Oh man, I can’t stop,” Jack said as he felt himself reaching that pivotal moment. She stroked him several times as his body began to shake from his struggle to retain control. Finally, he succumbed, as the first explosive release sent a shockwave of thrust through his body. She felt him jolt in her hand, tightly encased in the swimsuit. “Oh wow,” he said as he released several solid blasts, the inside of his suit soaked. She kept her hand on him, kissing his chest.

“Such a handsome man when you get aroused,” she whispered. She enjoyed he feel of the aftershocks of release that followed the big explosions. She kept him aroused for quite a while as they laid there and enjoyed the stars. In fact, they continued their romantic adventure as Jack made MaryBeth the focus of his affection, bringing her to the same point he had just enjoyed.

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The guys sunk deep into the water taking in the dark, clear night and the sky full of brightly lit stars. Erik had moved closer to Ben, who now had his hand resting exactly in the right place between Erik’s legs. His gentle rub was doing its magic, keeping Erik in a perpetual state of arousal, which had been spurred on by the images of Brad in his sheer white swimsuit. Ben and Erik looked at each other, they gave each other a knowing smile, Erik having that very sensuous look in his eyes, wanting to take the adventure further along.

“This is an awesome night,” Brad said as he placed his right hand on Ben’s left leg, again. This time he went further up, meeting the leg band of his Speedo swimsuit. His fingers reached down between the legs, creating a very interesting sensation within Ben’s anatomy. Ben was positioned down, so Brad’s fingers rubbed the exact part of Ben that really mattered. He was quickly responding. Brad was already there, but wanted to take it slow. Ben, who had his right hand on Erik, managed to return Brad’s touch with his left.

“Oh man,” Erik said aloud, as his by was being pushed to the limits of erotic stimulation. He could feel himself quickly getting to a fully hard state. Ben smiled at him as he watched Erik’s eyes express the level of pleasure he was getting from the underwater massage. Ben was enjoying the feel of his anatomy, the art of the male human body, as much as Erik was enjoying the workout Ben was giving him. His suit was tight, gripping the outline of his parts.

As much as Erik was the poster man of self-control, Brad was the polar opposite. Ben’s touch quickly brought Brad to full arousal, driven by the desires he had been feeling all night. For Brad, it had been a long time since he had the pleasure of spending sensual time with another guy, let alone two. It was far more than his body could keep control of. Ben could feel Brad’s rapid rise to a penultimate state of excitement, his white, sheer suit now fully stretched around his almost pulsating anatomy. Brad’s grip on Ben had shifted from one of exploration and sensuality, to an expression of Brad’s near climatic state.

A deep moan came from Brad as he adjusted his position slightly, pushing his mid-section harder into Ben’s hand. “This is wicked,” he whispered, as he felt his body starting to reach the final phases of what he really wanted to hold back. Ben had the hard role, he was the working guy between the two, trying to balance his lust for what he was doing t Brad with his desire to enjoy the pleasure of Eric, his most favored guy ever.

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Dylan made his way down the dark lane. He was sure he had been hoodwinked, but he kept repeating Sara’s advice to just keep going. It was dark, pitch black, but for the headlights, and really a bit scary alone. He thought about turning back. But there was no place to do so. He really only had one choice. Like any scared guy would, he rubbed his crotch in the tight jeans as he weaved the care through the tightly wound lane. The crotch rubs were not for erotic pleasure, but he somehow took comfort in the subtle reminder that he had balls. Maybe he was also enjoying it, too. He had reached the narrowest part of the road, where the gravel turned to two wheel ruts separated by tall weeds. He bristled at the sound of the weeds rubbing along the underside of the car, as if a monster was clawing to get in. Far ahead he thought he saw lights. He was, in fact, that close.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Oh f..k” Brad said softly as Ben gave him an amazingly sensuous rub. He knew he had crossed the point of control as he felt the final push of erection, and the stirring sensation that began deep between his legs as his body started to shudder with excitement. He struggled as his body reached toward climax, not wanting to let lose in the water. He could not stop it, though. Brad quickly stood up, his white suit clearly showing his fully erect state, As he cleared the water he felt the first massive thrust as he let a powerful release, just clear of the water. Erik and Ben watched as his mid-section pushed out several powerful spasms of explosive releases. Brad’s pelvis would thrust forward with each release. His tight butt would flex with each pulsation of release. It was an incredible display of male sexual power taking control of Brad’s body. If anyone had been attached to him, it would have been an amazing ride.

“Sorry guys,” Brad said, “I guess I lost control,” he said as he took deep breaths. He was still feeling the aftershocks of minor releases as he stood in front of them. He was still huge inside the suit, which was now soaked by more than just the water of the hot tub.

“Man, you went nuts,” Ben replied. “No need to be sorry, it was cool to watch,” Ben added as Brad grabbed a towel and climbed from the hot tub.

“I almost didn’t get out in time,” Brad replied, referring to his effort to not lose it in the water. Outside the tub, he toweled off, gently rubbing his front section, enjoying the feeling against his still stimulated anatomy.

Erik sat quiet, speechless. The display had made him way more aroused than he already was. The wet, sheer suit was also keeping his interest and his desires high. Erik needed to do the same thing Brad had, and he needed it bad. He was like a steel pole, well loaded and ready, he had been all day.

Rex let out a bark and trotted off to the front. The headlights became visible as Dylan’s car rounded the last bend, headed toward the house. All three guys looked at each other, perplexed as to who it could be. It was almost t eleven at night, way late for visitors to just drop in. They heard the car door shut and a voice talking to Rex, who was being referred to as “dog.” Brad knew it was someone he did not know, because everyone of his friends knows Rex.

“Expecting anyone?” Erik asked. His mind now off his own desires.

“Not this late,” Brad answered. “Better go see who it is.” He added as he started toward the front. He tossed the towel aside as he walked away from them.

Rex came first, followed by the visitor, as Dylan came into site. “I figured if I followed the dog, I’d find you guys,” Dylan announced as he met up with Brad, clad in his tight, wet, white suit. In the darkness, away from direct light, the suit stood out as a bright white.

“Wow, how did you find us?” Brad asked . “It’s not easy.”

“You can say that, I was worried when the road became a mud trail.” Dylan answered. “What are you guys doing?” Dylan asked, his eyes checking out Brad’s sheer white swimsuit, which in the light was once again so showing all it was supposed to be hiding.

“Just hanging out in the hot tub,” Brad replied. “Hope you brought a swimsuit.”

[solarguy]

This just made my weekend!! Great weather and another chapter of my favorite story!! I might just slip on my speedo and soak up some sun today!

[Swimmboy]

Another great chapter which finally brought some, uh, relief......Now it's Dylan's turn for some fun!

[Hotbunz1969]

Such a beautifully written story...... I've enjoyed every word, please please please add the next chapter soon I want the same release as Brad!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Brad really needed to get out of the sticky, wet, swimsuit. He asked Dylan if he wanted anything to drink and used the excuse of getting him a beer to head in and get changed. As he walked toward the house, he adjusted himself in the suit, which was now getting dry and more uncomfortably sticky.

“You have to go see the place,” Erik encouraged Dylan. As much as Brad hoped to be alone, he stopped and offered Dylan join him for a quick tour. He was stuck, literally and figuratively, having to wear his messy suit a little longer. He entered the kitchen area and Brad grabbed Dylan the requested beer, before showing him the rest of the house. As with the rest of the guys, Dylan was equally impressed.

“Cool place,” he said to Brad as he took a deep chug of the cold beer.

“Thanks,” Brad replied. “So, what about a swimsuit?” Brad asked.

“No, sorry.” Dylan replied. “It’s not a big deal, you guys can still go ahead, I can watch.”

“Oh man, you gotta go in the hot tub,” Brad replied “Be right back,” Brad added as he slipped away to his wing of the house. He really needed to get out of the suit. . Brad slipped out of the white suit, which he dropped into a sink of clean water. He was relieved to get out of his sticky situation. He washed up, then went naked to his collection of suits and grabbed another suit and slipped it on.

Out in the hot tub, Ben and Erik used the private time to take in each other. They were both pretty stimulated by the event of the night. They embraced in a tight hold, each of them taking in the touch and feel of the other. Ben was so turned on and aroused, Erik could feel his manhood pressed against Erik’s body as they held each other. It was very tantalizing. They both really wanted to let themselves go all the way, but they held back. Erik rubbed his hands along Ben’s smooth, tight chest and abs, along his waistline, and then down to the magic spots below.

“Oh man, Erik,” Ben whispered. “You are driving me wild.:

“Me too,” Erik replied. “I love the feel of you in your sweet swimsuits.” Erik continued the exploration. Ben was closer than ever and enjoying every minute. He was working to return the sensual touches on Erik’s body as much as he could. They stood and embraced, their bodies mid-thigh up exposed to the cool night air. It felt awesome. Ben’s hands rubbed Erik’s butt as he gently lured him close, so their bulges could touch. It was a great moment alone, or so they thought. Dylan was innocently watching out the sliding door window, absorbing what he was seeing. He was certain there was more between Erik and Ben, and now he was getting the affirmation.

“At least someone is getting some romance tonight,” Dylan thought to himself as he watched his brother and friend continue their caressing embrace.

“Check these out,” Brad’s voice startled him. “I figured you and I are about the same size.” He handed Dylan three different swimsuits. “The blue and black ones are new, never worn, in case that freaks you out, but the red one is pretty awesome looking.” Dylan did not notice, but the white suit Brad was now wearing was different, with some blue stripes along the waist and down the sides. It had the same snug fit, narrow sides, and really showed off his package of goods well.

“Thanks,” Dylan replied as set them down and then held each one up. The blue one was a solid color Speedo, tags still on it. The black was a really cool Tyr suit with cool specks of red, yellow, blue and purple all over it, like small candle sticks of solid colors in a dark background. It looked awesome. Dylan noticed immediately that it was a smaller cut suit than the blue one. It also had a softer feel to the material. The red suit was a different brand. It was almost entirely red, but for yellow piping on each side. It was the smallest of the three. Brad really wanted to see Dylan in the red, he knew he would look hot in it.

“You can try them all on if you want.” Brad offered.

Dylan picked the black one. He slipped off his jeans right there. Brad’s eyes popped out of his head as he watched Dylan strip naked before his eyes. He was more amazing looking than Dylan had thought, a smooth athletic body, very muscular. Not as swimmer or runner looking as Ben and Erik, but more of the rugged athletic type. He had incredible legs, and his chest was adorned with a moderate spread of dark hair. He had a great package, not overly huge, rather well-proportioned with his rugged body. It was amazing what Brad took in in those brief seconds of nakedness. Dylan turned around, back to Brad as he bent over to slip on the suit. Brad watched as Dylan pulled on the tiny black Tyr suit. It really came to life as the material expanded to wrap around Dylan’s mid-section.

“F..K,” Dylan thought to himself as he felt his anatomy do what happened to most guys first time in a snug, tight swimsuit. Dylan felt the erection burst forward. He had wanted to position down, forming a nice little mound in the suit, but he was too firm to make that work. His well-proportioned package was now displaying its best proportion. He had his back to Brad, who could not see what was happening. Dylan positioned to the left, and tied the strings. He checked himself and tried to adjust a bit. It was clear that he was hard, and no way to hide it in the tiny suit.

“Turn around and let me see,” Brad asked.

Dylan hesitated before finally sheepishly turning around, his body’s response to the snug suit clearly on display. “I guess it fits rather tight,” he replied as Brad’s eyes went right to the front of Dylan’s suit.

“It happens,” Brad replied. “First time in a suit like this?”

“Yeah,” Dylan answered, not admitting to his little session alone in the shower the other morning. Finally h turned around, displaying the look of his front. Dylan had to admit that despite the erect state he was in he liked how the suit felt and looked. He could see his reflection in the sliding glass windows. It actually made him feel kind of sexy. He loved the way it showed all of his muscular legs, and the way it cut high on the sides, covering the necessary parts, but leaving the rest of his body visible. He really loved the way the soft material felt against his most sensitive body parts.

“You look great,” Dylan replied. “That suit is perfect for you.” It really did look amazing on him. The colors added a dash of excitement. Despite his anatomic situation, the fit was perfect and the black somewhat hid his aroused state. “You like it?” Brad asked.

“Yeah, it is pretty cool,” Dylan replied. He had not noticed that Brad’s own body was responding to the stimulus of the tight fitting suit on Dylan’s rugged body.

“Grab your beer and let’s get out there,” Brad said as he pushed Dylan on the butt. The attraction was intense, but he was not sure if Dylan felt it, too.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Ben and Erik never got further than bringing each other into a frenzied state of sexual edging, which had left both of them actively aroused and desiring of more. They had taken a break from the hot tub and walked out to the dock. The cool air felt great, and was just what their bodies needed. Erik even took a quick jump in the lake, the cold water of the dark moonlit lake felt like the cold blast of an air conditioner on a hot summer day. It was also welcomed relief. They playfully poked and bumped at each other as they walked back to the hot tub. Their suits still clinging wet to the, outlining their masculine features with perfect definition, right down to the cut line on one of them, but not on the other. It was the perfect setting for the song Moondance.

Dylan and Brad were in the hot tub, sitting opposite. Dylan had a beer and Brad had brought out yet another bottle of wine, chilled white. As the guys approached he filled their glasses, standing just high enough that both guys could see his new white swimsuit. Unlike Dylan, they both immediately noted the differences. The sheerness, however, was the same, as the now wet white suit left nothing to secret.

“I didn’t think you had a swimsuit with you,” Erik said to his brother.

“I didn’t,” he replied. “Brad gave me one.”

“Oh, cool. Let’s see it.” Erik continued.

Dylan stood up to reveal the black, colorful suit. In its wet state it clung to him tightly. Brad watched intently as his manhood was before him at eye level. It was almost too much to resist reaching out. He resisted the temptation.

“Cool,” replied Erik. Ben nodded in agreement. For the first time, Erik got to see Dylan in a small, racing type swim suit. He smiled at the look. He had to admit his brother was pretty hot looking. Sara clearly was missing out on a great guy, thought Erik to himself.

Ben and Erik sat on two wood Adirondack chairs side by side, sipping their wine, watching the two guys in the hot tub. They had all consumed enough liquor to let their own inhibitions cut free. The first display was the hand holding between Erik and Ben. Dylan caught it out of the corner of his eye, but made no visible reaction. Since Erik had no idea what Dylan had already seen, this simple display of affection was the first outward step for him with his brother. It took courage, and the influence of wine. Ben smiled at Erik.

Brad and Dylan made small talk. Brad shared stories about life in the top of Maine. “Potatoes up here are king,” he explained, talking about the importance of the region’s biggest farm crop. As Brad talked, he kept thinking about how handsome he thought Dylan looked. He looked way more amazing without clothes than he did in his jeans. Nearly naked he was a pleasant surprise, dressed he blended in. As they sat, Brad slid his foot so that his toes touched the top of Dylan’s foot. Testing the waters, so to speak. Dylan did not move away.

Dylan was really enjoying how the suit’s small cut really allowed his body to feel the water. He rubbed his legs, and even a few times his bulging anatomy. He really liked the feel of his body encased in the tight Lycra material. He was really enjoying himself.

“Maybe there is some interest,” Brad thought to himself. Dylan, at least, appeared open to explore the possibility.

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Ben and Erik were sufficiently chilled from the colder night air. While still sexually piqued, their suits were no longer compressing massive states of aroused anatomy. That, however, was lurking just below the surface, ready to burst forth at the slightest sensual touch. They re-entered the hot tub, causing the shifting of seats. Dylan slid to his right, while Brad slid to his left, the two meeting side by side. Erik entered first and was directly across from Brad, Ben was next to Erik. Not much got said as the four guys sank to their necks in the bubbling water. Ben’s hand was already resting on Erik’s upper leg, starting the latest round of erotic stimulation. Erik returned the same to Ben.

Dylan felt Brad’s hand resting against his leg. It was a tight fit in the crowded hot tub, Dylan rationalized the situation. As they sat quietly, Brad let his hand start to explore Dylan’s leg, sliding his fingers up the outside of his taught quad muscles. Dylan froze at the advance. He did not push it away, but he certainly found it awkward. He opted not to make a scene, letting Brad continue his exploration. In his own private way, he also found the experience interesting.

They did not know there was a term for it, but Ben and Erik were taking each other to the brink, then easing back. Each time they seemed to get closer, and more daring. “Oh holy sh.t,” Ben thought to himself as he quickly slid Erik’s hand away. “Erik might have gone too far,” Ben exclaimed silently to himself, as he felt a surreal sensation permeate his erect anatomy. He knew he was way to close. He spread his legs and bent at his waist, willing himself not to let go. He could feel the juices in his body pushing upward, the sensation teasing him into an erotic ecstasy that he was struggling to control.

Erik slid his hand on Ben’s back, he could see that Ben was on the brink. Ben gave Erik a startled look, actually more of a perplexed look as he felt what he was sure was about to happen begin to percolate inside his tight swimsuit. Ben put his own hands on his bulge and pressed down, as if he could hold it in manually. He felt the pressure inside the tight suit, his body pressing hard against the grasp of the tight material.

Brad’s hand had slid to the top of Dylan’s leg, but he went no further than to where the suit met the leg. He thought best to take things slow. Dylan had not resisted, but he had also not offered anything in return. The guys stayed in the hot tub for several more minutes when Dylan proclaimed that he was getting too hot and was ready to get out. He broke free of Brad’s hold on his leg and climbed out. Ben and Erik followed. Somehow, Ben had been able to stop the surging charge, but he was still very erect, which came into full display as he rose up out of the water. One slight touch and he would probably go over the edge Erik had brought him to.

“You guys want to stay over?” Brad asked as he climber out, “We can play some pool and hang out, there is plenty of space.”

Ben, Erik and Dylan looked at each other as they contemplated the offer. Ben and Erik were game. All eyes rested on Dylan.

[solarguy]

I would LOVE to be in that hot tub with those four guys! What an amazing feeling to stay on edge all night like the guys are!

[a speedo minded guy]

Another wonderful chapter!!! Very enduring. Can't wait for the next chapter.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

It was late and the guys had not shown up. MaryBeth was worried about where they were and what might have happened. Jack urged her not to worry. “Probably met up with some guys at the bar and are right now having a crazy time,” Jack said as MaryBeth contemplated what to do. “Do they even have out number?” Jack asked. In the small town there was not a police force, she could call the State Police, but they would take forever to come up and check things out.
Finally, the phone rang. It was well after 11. It was Brad from across the lake. “We saw your lights were still on, so I figured it was safe to still call,” Brad explained. MaryBeth was relieved to hear that the guys were safe and sound. Exactly as Jack had said, just having fun and got carried away with time. They knew Brad and his family so she was relieved to know who they were with and where they were.
“You were right,” she explained to Jack. “They are going to stay the night at Brad’s.”
“See, I said they were fine,” Jack replied as he gave her a big hug. He actually liked that they had the whole night alone, he was ready for a little more excitement with MaryBeth. The lights went out shortly after, but the action did not stop for quite some time.
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The guys pulled on T-shirts over their swimsuits and broke out the pool cues and balls. It was a perfect setting for a night on the lake. Swimsuit clad guys playing a late night game of pool. None of the guys seemed too inhibited by the situation, Erik actually found it a little humorous playing pool wearing a speedo. “You swim in a pool in a speedo,” he thought, “makes sense to play pool in a speedo.” He chuckled at the irony.

They all loaded up on another round of wine or beer. Brad brought out yet another bottle of wine, and a couple of bottles of beer in a cute little “Welcome to the Lake” ice bucket. Things were clearly going to get loose, or they were all going to pass out, maybe both. Their youthful bodies processed the liquor fast, age clearly not catching up with them. Hey were feeling little inhibition, lots of laughter, and maybe for a few of them a whole lot of lust.
“Guess we are not swimming tomorrow,” joked Erik with a poke at Ben.
“Um, maybe not… we’ll see replied Ben. “Definitely not running!” Erik laughed and patted Ben on his cute butt. He wanted to do more, but he was not sure how far to push his open acts of affection.

Brad broke out some chips and salsa and opened a bucket of cookies, which quickly started to get devoured. The first game was Ben against Erik. Ben got the break, which failed to produce any pockets. After his first shot, Ben proclaimed he was getting hot as he ripped himself out of his T-shirt, now back to being just in his Arena brand suit. They had been in the dark most of the night, this was the first time anyone of the guys got to see Ben in his swimsuit in the bright light of the well-lit pool room. Ben was sporting a hot red and blue suit, with a tight fit, albeit a bit stretched out from the hours he spent on the edge. It fit him nicely, really nicely. It gave him a confident masculine look, properly featuring his best assets. Erik about boinged a huge erection right there, Brad’s eyes about exploded out of his head.

Erik took his series of shots, sinking three balls before missing a tight angled side shot. He was certainly distracted by Ben in his hot swimsuit, but when it came time to win the game he had no trouble capturing his focus. Ben rebounded back with a string of sinks, but lost the game on a premature sinking of the eight ball. So far, but for Brad, it was the only premature event of the night. Erik celebrated by literally tearing off his own polo shirt. He did not really intend to tear it off, but his exuberance got the best of him. The torn shirt revealed his cute green background Speedo, with red, blue and yellow swirling stripes that ran throughout the suit. It was a tight fit of Lycra against his well primed male parts. He was not as aroused as he was in the hot tub, but he certainly filled the suit out well, and against his very firm and muscular legs he was exactly the eye candy Ben enjoyed.

Brad and Dylan went at each other in the second game. Erik smiled each time Dylan leaned into a shot, revealing the tight black and colorful swimsuit he still had on. Erik was surprised his brother was still wearing it and had not switched back to shorts. He certainly filled it out well, and Brad could not stop taking long looks at Dylan in it, Erik noticed. Erik was absolutely certain that it would not get beyond that, but Erik did not know of the footsie game in the hot tub earlier. Just maybe there was a chance, and Brad was going to try. But first they had a game to play.

As Brad and Dylan played, Erik came up behind Ben and wrapped his arms over Ben’s shoulder, rubbing his chest. The close in fit allowed Erik’s front bulge to nestle against Ben’s cute butt. Both of them immediately started to get very aroused, Ben’s suit visibly filling out as he grew hard, rising the suit at an angle to his right side. The response on Ben was quick, bringing him rapidly back to the edging point where they left off. Erik was not far behind, as his hands continued to massage Ben’s awesome pecs. It was driving Ben wild, and with the free flowing wine, he was just loose enough to let it all happen in complete display to Dylan and Brad.

“Holy f..k, you are making me hard,” Ben thought he whispered to Ben. It was enough, however, to catch Brad and Dylan’s attention.

“Dude, just yell it out there,” Erik said with a chuckle.

“Listen, if you two want to just take it all the way, we’ll sit here and watch,” Dylan said with a grin.

“Maybe even join in…” Brad teased, as he touched Dylan on the shoulder.
Erik slid his hands back off Ben, letting them both settle down. “Maybe later..” Erik said as he slipped away, doing nothing to really hide how erect he was in his own tight and tiny swimsuit. Dylan gave his brother an accepting smile. It was all okay, and Erik really felt cool about how Dylan was reacting. Not the out conversation he expected, but at least it was happening.

Dylan took total control of the pool game, wrapping the game up in four shots. It was late, Ben and Erik had other things on their minds, so the guys agreed to call it a night. They would leave the championship game for another time. Brad offered up the guest room for Ben and Erik, and gave Dylan the small guest alcove adjacent to Brad’s room. The perfect host, he even offered up three new toothbrushes and fresh towels. The guest room had a single king size bed, Dylan had a double. Brad had a queen size bed.

“You guys need anything to sleep in?” Brad asked

“I am fine like this,” Erik replied. He had no intention of shedding the swimsuit. Ben nodded in agreement.

“Hey, get some sleep,” Dylan offered up with a grin. He knew that they had other things they wanted, maybe even needed to do first. Dylan knew he did, too.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Writers note: This chapter contains some more graphic descriptions....

Brad and Dylan decided that they were not quite ready to end the night, so they returned to the pool table. Brad got them more drinks and they racked up a fresh game. Dylan lost count of how many beers he had consumed, but clearly he was on a binge. They were going down smooth. The effects, however, were showing in the game. The two guys ended up laughing more than playing, jostling each other over their off kilter shots and missed pockets. By the time it was all over, both guys were out of their shirts, sporting just the tiny swimsuits. Brad was clearly more aroused than Dylan. Dylan had taken note of how huge Brad looked in the tiny white swimsuit, he wondered if he was showing the same well-endowed appearance.

Dylan adjusted himself in the tiny suit. He was feeling amorous and the suit was fitting tighter. He had one string hanging out, the other tucked away, which was ironically symbolic of his state of mind. He smiled at Brad as they finished up the game. Brad technically won, but they weren’t really paying much attention.

“Dylan, you look awesome in swimsuits,” Brad offered up in the quiet moment after the end of the game, as the two guys stood face to face. It was clearly a trial balloon to see what response he got.

Dylan blushed. Liquor free he probably would have bolted, but instead he reacted flattered. “Thanks, you do, too,” Dylan replied. “They feel great on, I mean makes me feel… I don’t know,” Dylan added as he rubbed his hands all over the front of his suit, across his own bulging anatomy. He wanted to admit they made him feel sexy, aroused, but he left it hanging. His body reacted in a way he never would have expected to a compliment from another guy. He actually felt himself stir with aroused interest.

“That white suit is pretty revealing,” Dylan added. “I mean wet…” he trailed off.

“Yeah, I love white swimsuits, but I only wear them alone or with close friends,” Brad replied. “I really like swimsuits, have ever since my days on swim team,” Brad added. “I mean I wasn’t a good swimmer, but I stayed on the team just for the swimsuits.” He laughed as he said it.

As they talked they had moved closer to each other. Much closer. Brad reached out and took Dylan’s hand. Dylan did not resist, but he wasn’t sure what was really happening. “Let’s go watch some television,” Brad offered as he led Dylan toward his bedroom suite. Dylan watched the tight white swimsuit move with Dylan’s hips as he led him, their hands now free of the hold. Dylan was nearing hard inside the swimsuit, his bulge much more prominent. He was not afraid to explore wherever this was going. Willing, actually.
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Ben was finished ahead of Erik with the nightly rituals. As he entered the bed room, Ben tugged on his swimsuit strings and tied them up. The suit fit good and snug, in fact, as Ben would soon learn, he had made it a little too snug. Ben was laying on his back, his legs spread open to the width of his shoulders, his feet pointed outward. He was very much aroused and ready. He looked absolutely stunning. His flat muscular chest and abdomen, narrowing to a perfect V shape meeting the swimsuit. His legs showing all the muscular power of a long distance runner. Between the two perfect specimens of the male body was a very masculine looking rise of male reproductive parts, entirely at the ready of exploration and physical action. His eyes were glistening with the aura of desire, and his smile was infectious with lust. Erik joined him at his side, Erik laying on his side, slightly bent at the waist, legs in a L pointed backward. Erik wrapped himself against Ben, the two snugly together. Erik had desires to try something new, while Ben just had a desire to try anything that would lead him to explosive release of his pent up sexual energy.

“Let’s try something,” Erik whispered to Ben. Ben smiled back at him. “Just relax and enjoy, tell me if you want me to do anything…”

Erik began at Ben’s feet, slowly exploring both of his feet, and working his way up from there. Gentle touches and pleasurable massages, along his calf muscles. Up between his legs. Ben was in a trance as he felt Erik working his way up. Each new part bringing a new sensation inside his swimsuit. He could feel himself filling with erotic desire.

“Oh man, Erik, go slow…” Ben pleaded. He knew he was heading to a climax too fast. He wanted to enjoy whatever Erik had in mind. His swimsuit had grown so tight on him, as his anatomy filled more and more with pressure. Ben felt his heart beating with anticipation. Erik made it all the way to the point where his legs meet, gently rubbing in between them and massaging the magic spot right up between his legs. But Erik stopped there and went no further. Ben flinched and flexed in the middle as he felt himself starting to produce the signs of his final stage.

Erik climbed on top of Ben, sitting right over his mid-section, his tight butt nestled over Ben’s engorged bulge. Erik started at the ears, but this time with some quick romantic kisses. He slowly worked down, across his cheeks, and down his neck. Erik’s body now straightened on Ben, laying abdomen to abdomen, and bulge to bulge. Ben felt his erection bursting ever harder.

“Oh Erik, oh my I am so close,” Ben whispered again.

“Hold it, take control.” Erik said back softly, not a command, but more of a gentle request.

“I am trying,” Ben replied as he body wiggled in the middle. Erik felt Ben’s very erect anatomy against his own. Both of their suits were stretched well beyond what any suit should have to hold. Erik’s amazing self-control had him in a stayed position of perpetual arousal. Ben was doing his best, but he knew he was losing. Erik slid off the other side of Ben, and worked his way down his chest and abdomen, finally reaching the top of his swimsuit. This time he did not stop, he slid his hand across and along each rise and outline of the sensually erotic suit, tantalizing Ben inside it to the point of almost no more self-control.

“Please, Erik, please,” Ben pleaded. His mid-section began arching up as he tried to hold back. Erik slid his hand inside the waist and pulled the strings. They seemed to untie. Ben wanted Erik to free him of the suit so bad. He was so very, very close. Just as Erik started to slip his fingers inside the waist to pull the suit loose, Ben moaned loudly. His mid-section started to pulsate with anticipation. “Oh man, I can’t stop,”

The suit didn’t budge. Erik felt the strings tightly holding, despite being untied. “What the heck,” he thought. Quickly he realized the problem. A deep knot was nestled well into the base of the strings. Ben continued to press hard and struggled to hold back. He was arching his back.

“Erik, please,” Ben pleaded again. He was rock hard encased in that tiny suit. He felt every sensation in him, he was in a state of total erotic stimulation. “Untie me Erik,” he pleaded.

“Dude, I can’t get your strings free, you knotted them,” Erik said back, perplexed as to what to do.

“Oh Fu,k me,” Ben replied. “I am fu.king trapped in this thing.” Ben really did not want to explode inside his suit, He wanted whatever Erik was about to do. A new adventure. His body was shaking as he held back, his anatomy awkwardly bent at the limits of the tightly tied suit. “Get me out, Erik,” he pleaded.

“I can’t even get to the knot,” Erik replied as he started to feel Ben’s rock hard rod with his fingers. Erik struggled to free the knot, but the strings were locked tight deep into the waistband. Ben was enraged with desire, and struggling to hold back.

“Oh Erik,” Ben pleaded. “Oh man, I can’t hold back.” His body was almost thrusting with urge.

Erik watched and held Ben as he finally succumbed to the circumstances. His body thrusted hard several times. Ben’s anatomy pulsated against the suit, as his body released hours of pent up male passion. Ben shuddered at each release. His body just kept pulsating, thrusting, releasing. Ben was gasping for air, the energy being consumed was intense, making him breathless. The feeling he was having was beyond description. It was by far the wildest ride he had ever had. He was sweating hot. His eruptions slowed, and his anatomy took on a more sensual response, letting little aftershocks rumble out of him. His suit was soaked with a sticky feel.

“Oh man,” Ben said gasping as it all came to a romantic end. Erik held him tight, his wet suit soaking Erik’s as they held close. Erik whispered what he had intended to do. Ben’s mind raced with what could have been. His body was too drained to respond. He smiled at the thought. It would have been amazing.

“We need to still figure out how to get you out of that swimsuit,” Erik whispered.

“But first, it is your turn,” Ben replied. He was sure Erik was ready.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Dylan laid on his abdomen, facing the wrong way on the bed as Brad showed him some of his swimsuit collection. He had at least a drawer full of various swimsuits, none of them larger than a square cut. Brad pulled out a really wild print pattern in purple, black and blue that looked absolutely gorgeous. “I really like this one,” Brad said as he tossed it to Dylan.

“Yeah, this is really cool,” Dylan answered as he held the suit up. It looked really tiny without anyone wearing it.

“Try it on, if you want,” Brad offered. “You’d look great in it.” Dylan blushed again at the compliment, as he thought about whether to take the offer.

“If you try that one, I’ll try this one,” Brad added to his proposal, holding up a red and yellow print suit that also looked really bold and inviting. With that, Dylan rolled off the bed and quickly shed the suit he had on. Brad watched as Dylan slid on the purple print, nestled himself inside it, adjusted and then turned to face Brad, the purple strings untied and hanging free in front. It was a perfect fit, and its high cut legs really accentuated Dylan’s rugged quads and strong hips.

“That looks fantastic!” Brad exclaimed. It really did. Dylan really had a perfect body for colorful swimsuits. Brad was hooked. Brad slipped out of his white suit, and pulled on the red and yellow, barely able to contain his firm manhood into the tiny suit. The red suit was a very small cut, not really made for swimming, more of a sunning and showing swimsuit. It’s very narrow sides accentuated the reach of his package, prominently encasing it in a sensual bulge that hung low between his legs. He tied the strings in front of Dylan, and then made a final adjustment with his hand. “What do you think?” Brad asked as he posed before Dylan.

“That is a pretty tiny one,” Dylan replied. “Not sure I could wear something that risqué,” he added.

“It really feels great on,” Brad replied. “But it is pretty tight and tiny, I guess.”

The two of them tried on several more suits each, each time getting a little more animated as they modeled. They slowly sipped the last of the alcohol. The last suit Dylan ended up in was the tight red one that Brad had offered at the beginning. While it was not the hottest suit Dylan had modeled, the red color was Brad’s favorite, and he loved how Dylan filled the suit out and looked in it. Brad had on a square cut Orange print with mesh sides. The string was on the outside, leaving an exposed tie-up. On Brad’s lean, tall frame the square cut looked really cute. Dylan had to admit, Brad did look pretty hot in it.

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Ben really was trapped in his swimsuit. Neither he nor Erik could get the knot out, despite both trying for several minutes each.

“I’m not going to cut it off,” Ben said as he kept trying to work his fingernail to get a hold of one of the tightly entangled strings.

“Dude, you may be stuck in that swimsuit forever,” Erik laughed.

“Shut up,” Ben replied, exasperated. “This just sucks. I gotta get this thing off.” Ben wanted to get out of the sticky, wet suit.

“Tell you what, let’s take a shower and I can work on it in the water. I bet the wet strings will come free better.” Erik suggested.

“Good idea,” Ben replied. Ben was ready to try anything. Even if they could not get the suit off, he could at least get it clean.

The guest shower was huge, easily room for two handsome young men. It had dual shower heads. They started the water and got the temp just right. Ben stepped in first, followed by Erik.

[solarguy]

Great story! I love the relationship between Ben and Eric, and I love Dylans willingness to experiment. Can't wait to see what happens with him and Brad!

[a speedo minded guy]

WWWWWOOOOOOOWWWWWW. What a chapter!!!! That is all that cums to mind. Mind blowing

[Swimmboy]

So hot and erotic - loving the guys being brought to 'the edge', and finally forced to surrender to their desires.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“I really like the way that you look in that suit,” Dylan said to Brad, as he admired how awesome the square cut fit him. “It really compliments your body.” Dylan had laid back down on the bed, again on his abdomen, facing Brad off the back of the bed.

“Thanks, Dylan,” Brad replied as he modeled the suit. After the little show he sat on the bed next to Dylan. It was an awkward moment, Brad not sure what to do next. Dylan turned and smiled at him, with an inviting look. Brad finally laid his hand on Dylan’s back and rubbed his shoulders and along the base of his neck. Dylan did not refuse, which Brad took as a good sign.

“That actually feels good,” Dylan finally said. He laid his head on his arms, as Brad started to give him a much fuller, more exploring back rub.

“I wonder who is in the shower,” Brad said as he continued his exploration of Dylan, rubbing across the back of his red swimsuit. Dylan was caught off guard when he felt his body getting aroused by what Dylan was doing.

“Or what they might be doing in there…” Dylan replied with a tease. With that, he rolled over onto his back, exposing his front side. He reached over and touched Brad’s leg, close in to the base of his square cut suit. From Dylan it was a clear invite, the red suit now bursting with interest inside.
“Look at you,” Brad responded as he accepted the overture.
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Ben immediately lathered up all over and soaked himself with the almost too hot shower. It felt awesome, as he washed himself, reaching inside his suit to make sure those parts got clean, a swell. He pulled out the strings, which seemed perfectly untied, except that they were linked into a tiny tight knot that sat deep inside the eyelet of the suit. Erik enjoyed the show as Ben rubbed and washed himself. The water rushing down Ben’s body riding over his bulge and created a waterfall of sorts as it launched off of him. It looked really awesome.

Erik took the shampoo bottle and lathered himself up, using it as soap, as well. He was still very much in need of more than just a shower, and his body’s quick response to the stimulus of Ben in his soapy, wet suit was showing up in Erik’s own suit. He took a handful of soap and tossed it at Ben, laughing as it hit him in the face, but quickly washed down and off the manhood water fall. The two guys played a short game of soap tossing, teasing each other, forgetting for a moment the knot that had brought them into the shower in the first place.

“I really need to get this suit untied,” Ben finally re-grounded them on the mission.

“I can’t believe you got it knotted that bad,” Erik replied. The problem wasn’t the know, it was that the strings were really tightly coiled and once they sealed around each other, it was hard to get between them to free them, especially as deep as they were inside the suit’s waistline. “What did you do to get them so tight?”

“Dude, I have no idea,” Ben replied. He was struggling to get his finger between the strings, but it wasn’t working. “Damn it,” Ben said in frustration, as he grabbed both ends and tugged them real hard.

“Ben, you are just pulling it tighter,” Eric replied. It was actually erotic realizing Ben was literally trapped in a Speedo that he could not get off. Erik started to laugh at the whole situation. “Let me try,” he offered.

The two guys got real close, as Erik rolled back the top of the waist and pulled on the strings to get the knot out of the suit. The tugging and pulling on the suit was having a stimulating effect on Ben, as well, as he started to respond to the sensations on his anatomy. “Damn, you sure did get this thing down in there,” Erik said as he struggled with the suit. “I can’t even get to it. Maybe we should just cut it out.”

“I’m not ruining a brand new suit. I’ll just deal with it,” Ben replied.

“Ha, yeah, you will just never be able to take the suit off.” Erik laughed. “Except at some point you will need to...”

After several minutes they decided to give up for a while, realizing they were not making progress. Ben pulled Erik into him and gave him a deeply embracing hug. He reached and turned the water off, and pulled Erik close to him such that Erik’s legs wrapped around Ben’s. It did not take long for Erik’s anatomy to respond, he had been on the edge all night. The moved out of the shower and each of them dried the other off, especially drying the slight bands of material that made up their swimsuits. Ben especially took his time drying Erik, feeling to make sure every nook was taken care of. Erik’s body was being pulled quickly to the brink, his suit not stretched well beyond what any swimsuit should have to endure.

“Oh damn, Ben,” Erik whispered as Ben laid him back on the bed. “We need to get that knot out…”

“We can do that later,” Ben replied.

Despite his best efforts to slow down and enjoy the attention, Erik’s body had other desires. He quickly reached the point of no return, as he felt himself burst into the final stages of arousal, the pressure between his legs growing as his body started to reach the point of thrusting convulsions. “Oh man, Ben,” Erik moaned as he felt the first deep push inside his manhood. The intensity of the first massive thrust was beyond anything Erik had ever experienced before. He had been on the brink so long, his body wanting to get there all night.

“Holy crap,” Ben said as he held onto Erik, whose powerful full body thrusts just kept coming. “Are you okay?”

“Awesome,” Erik replied as he finally started to settle down. "That was wild!" Erik and Ben held each other as Erik regained his composure. It was a sweet moment. “Guess we better visit that shower again,” Erik finally added.

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[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Brad was up early, making eggs and sausage that filled the house with the aroma of a country breakfast. Dylan was still asleep, as were the other two guests. Rex was running around outside chasing whatever wildlife he could muster up. The lake was still at the early hour, the wind had not yet picked up. Brad was wearing a kitchen Apron over a T-shirt that hung down well past the orange print Speedo suit he had on. It was an amazing suit that was a mix of Southwest style colors that reminded one of chili-peppers. Brad loved the brightness of the print.

Erik woke to the sound of Rex barking at something outside. The sun was already up and had been for some time. The country breakfast smell permeated the room. Ben was in bed next to him, naked. He was finally free of the knotted swimsuit which they were able to get him out of after heroic efforts. Erik wondered how many swimmers get trapped in their swimsuits like Ben did. Erik quietly slid out of bed and slipped on his damp, but dry suit, the moist material clinging to him. He pulled on a shirt and ventured out to the kitchen.

“Hey hot stuff,” Brad greeted him as he entered the large gourmet kitchen. “Don’t you look cute, sleepy eyes.”

“Nice morning,” Erik replied. “Like your Apron over naked legs… you wearing anything under that shirt?”

“Come check..” Brad teased, not actually expecting Erik would, and shocked when he did.

“Fu,king awesome suit,” Erik proclaimed. “Love the colors.”

“Thanks, hey if you want a clean swimsuit, I pulled a bunch out… they are on the chair,” Brad offered, pointing. “Want some coffee or juice?”
Brad had pulled out a dozen swimsuits of various colors and cuts. Erik grabbed a cup of coffee and went over and inspected the collection. He found a really cute blue and white vertical striped suit that had a sort of nautical look. It was really narrow cut on the sides, about an inch or so.

“This looks really skimpy,” Erik suggested holding the swimsuit up.

“Yeah, but it feels great and looks cool on,” Brad replied. “Try it.”

Erik slipped off his suit and slipped on the striped suit. It was a really tiny cut and he felt a bit naked in it. It really outlined the rise of his legs, and barely covered the essential parts. He tied the strings, which were on the outside, into a cute bow tie look. He glanced down at the look as he finished up a few adjustments. The suit felt soft and light on. Erik did not realize that it did not have a liner, which made it really outline his anatomy. He did notice the way it really displayed him.

“That looks really sexy on you,” Brad observed as he watched Erik model the suit. “You should wear that.”

“It does feel like I have nothing on,” Erik replied. Erik walked out to the deck and took in the glorious morning. He ventured out to the dock as Brad watched from the window. He had the cutest tight butt and muscular legs. Brad was in his glory, three awesome guys as guests.

Ben was awake and he ventured out from the guest room. He heard the two guys talking. He had slipped back on the same suit he had been trapped in last night, but this time he left the strings untied and hanging out. Brad greeted him with a warm, quick hug. He had shed the apron and was in just the T-shirt and swimsuit. “You look rested,” Brad said as he let Ben out of his embrace.

“Hey, where did Erik get that suit,” Ben asked.

“Oh, it is one of mine,” Brad answered as he showed Ben the remaining suits. “Want to try a different one?”

“Brad, you are too funny,” Ben replied. “You are really into swimsuits, just like us.” Brad smiled. Ben picked out a solid yellow regular cut brief. He took it back to the guest room to change. When he emerged in the yellow suit, he looked absolutely sensational.

“I love it,” Brad said.

“Thanks, man,” Ben replied. He ventured out to show Erik and check out his cute nautical swimsuit. They ventured out to the dock and sat on the edge, in the sun, feet dangling in the water. They held hands and chatted about what a great day it was. They simply enjoyed the company of each other. Rex was attentively watching each of them and teasing them with a stick that they each would toss for him. Rex loved the attention as much as each of the guys loved each other. It was going to be a great last day at the lake.

[a speedo minded guy]

Yours stories just continue to get better and better. Please just continue at your earliest conveince

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Dylan meandered out of the bedroom with a towel wrapped around him. He was fresh from a shower and had nothing on under the towel. “How long have you been up?” he asked. “Breakfast smells great.”

“You slept well,” Brad answered. “Ben and Erik are out on the dock with Rex.” Brad wanted to give him a hug, but he was not sure. ‘You look cute in your towel.” Brad added. Dylan smiled.

“I was going to just put on one of the swimsuits you lent me, but I wasn’t sure if that would be weird,” Dylan volunteered.

“Dyl, I mostly just wear my swim gear when I am here, even in the winter,” Brad replied with a grin. “Been that way since my swim team days. I just like them, I guess.” The two already had nicknames for each other. Dyl and Bradman.

“You are just strange,” Dylan replied teasingly.

“Truth,” Brad answered. “Hey, put the red one back on,” Brad added as Dylan walked back to Brad’s suite. He was thinking how lucky Brad was to have such a huge place all to himself, mostly. But then, he didn’t have a brother, so it was probably pretty lonely as a kid.
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Brad and Dylan carried the breakfast out to the deck. Dylan was in the red suit that Brad really liked. Dylan wasn’t all that crazy about the color, but he loved the way it felt on. After they put the food down, they walked out to the dock to get the guys. Rex bounded toward them, happy to see more people to play stick with. Erik and Ben got up and walked back toward the house, Erik’s eyes about popped out of his head when he saw his brother in the tiny red swimsuit.

“Cool swimsuit, brother,” Erik complimented Dylan.

“Yeah, thanks. It is kind of small, though,” Dylan replied.

“You look great in it,” Ben added in. “You’ll get the ladies attention in that for sure.”

“Maybe,” Dylan answered, blushing.

The four guys devoured breakfast way faster than it took to make. All of them bare chested and swimsuit clad. It was an amazing lake morning. Erik and Ben touched knees under the table. Brad eyed Dylan the whole time, knowing that whatever happened last night was probably a one night stand. Dylan was clearly a straight guy, despite whatever experiment occurred. No details were shared, not then, not later. Whatever happened in that bedroom stayed in that bedroom.
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“That was an awesome breakfast,” one of the guys complimented Brad, followed by the others. The four of them made short work of the cleaning up. A loon started calling out in the lake, setting of several other loons in a morning chorus.

“How about a boat cruise?” Brad offered.

“Sounds fantastic,” Ben replied.

“Grab a towel, and let’s get out there.,” Brad responded. He loaded a cooler of drinks and snacks and grabbed several pairs of swim goggles from his collection, enough for everyone. “I’ll be at the dock, come on Rex,” Brad added.

The sun was up and bright in the crystal clear blue sky. A gently breeze out of the west was putting slight ripples in the lake. It was already well into the upper 70’s, signs of a very hot day to come. It was the perfect day to hang on the lake, stay in your swimsuit all day, and get wet whenever you wanted. All of the guys came out one by one, all but one still in the same suits from breakfast, Erik in the blue striped daring one, Ben still in his hot yellow narrow brief and Brad in his chili pepper orange and red Speedo. Dylan, however, switched out of the red suit back into the black fireworks print he wore the night before.

“Whatever you like best,” Brad answered when Dylan explained that he felt too naked in the red one. Brad really was fine with the switch, at least Dylan didn’t go back to shorts or jeans. The boat slowly back away from the dock, Rex taking a commanding position front and center of whatever direction the boat was moving. It was a large pontoon boat. It didn’t move fast, but it had plenty of room to lay out on the seats or the sun deck.

“Want to drive?” Brad asked Erik as the boat started to move out into the open lake. “Easier than a car,” he added. The big party boat moved at a gentle pace as Erik and Brad switched. “You look nautical in that swimsuit, perfect for being captain,” Brad added as he touched Erik on the butt. Erik beamed a big smile. He did look amazing bare chested, accordion ripped abs, tight V line to the waist, a well fit tiny striped swimsuit on, sunglasses, and his short cropped and uncombed hair. A perfect summer look for a handsome young man.

Brad rubbed Erik’s shoulders as he watched Erik guide the boat in the open lake. From over the head, looking down at Erik was an amazing view, his fit upper body had not a ripple of excess weight, making the transition from chest to stomach to swimsuit with no creases of extra weight, his tight legs extended out from his cute bulging swimsuit. Brad smiled at how hot Erik looked. It was amazing how different the two brothers were in physique. Dylan the rugged athlete, Erik the specimen of a serious runner, who happened to look like a hot swimsuit guy. In truth, all four guys made their swimsuits look outstanding.

Dylan and Ben took up rights to the two front loungers, both stretched out in the sun. Ben kept checking out Dylan, who was really feeling cool laying back, almost naked, showing how handsome a guy can look in the right style swimwear. Dylan had become converted. He could never go back to shorts, not after feeling how awesome his new swimwear felt on. For sure it showed his male parts off a bit more, but didn’t most guys really want to do that, Dylan thought. The thought of being on a beach, cute girl, in a really hot swimsuit was certainly making Dylan a bit excited. Ben noticed.

“This is the life, eh?” Ben asked Dylan as the boat bobbled gently over the ripples, the splashing against the pontoons making soft rumbles.

“Yeah, it is sweet,” Ben answered. “I could stay out here all day,” he added.

“Hey, I think that is Jack and MaryBeth,” Brad announced, pointing to a Pontoon boat ahead of them. “I am sure that is their boat,” he added. “Captain, give her some power, let’s catch up,” Brad requested of Erik. Erik eased forward on the throttle and the 90hp engine increased the speed of the boat. They quickly closed the gap, the pontoon boat starting to bounce over the waves.

“Jack is a big Speedo guy,” Brad offered. “And not just by style, but he is almost always in a Speedo brand suit. He is what I want to look like at his age,” Brad added.

“Yeah, he does look great,” Erik replied.

“Blow the horn,” Brad directed. Erik complied, expecting something more than the chirp that the boat produced.

MaryBeth turned around first and immediately waved. She whispered in Jack’s ear and he quickly brought the boat to idle. Brad took over the controls and instructed the guys to make sure the boats did not hit. Dylan dropped the big white buoys down the right side as Brad and Jack guided the boats close.

“As soon as you can, grab their boat and pull us together,” Brad directed. It was like two teens doing their first slow dance, not sure how close to bring their bodies, but then pulling them in. They tied off together and opened the gates between the two boats.

Jack did not disappoint. Brad called it as he was wearing a Speedo brand race suit, in a bold light blue and yellow print. It fit him well, even if he did appear a little larger than normal, probably triggered by what MaryBeth was doing to him prior to the two boats meeting.

“Hey guys,” Jack said. “We wondered if we’d ever see you again,” he laughed. His eyes wandered across each guy as Jack noted the four different swimsuits. “Look at all you guys, sweet swimsuits,” Jack added, especially noting Dylan in his.

“Just what every girl wants, to be the only one with five handsome guys in tiny swimsuits,” MaryBeth teased. “All of you look cute,” she added.

“You do too,” Jack replied and gave her a quick kiss.
They all chatted and hung out together, Rex bounding between the two boats. Erik and Ben took a jump in the lake, swimming around the man-made boat island. Rex barked at the swimmers. They re-emerged, climbing up the back ladder. Erik was up first, his unlined white and blue swimsuit clung to him like cellophane wrap around a hot dog. The white was sheer, something Erik did not expect, but at least the blue covered. He tugged the suit away, but the wet material re-clung as he released it back.

“Yeah, that suit is a bit clingy,” Brad whispered. “No liner,” he added. Erik smirked as he figured out what Brad meant.

“Oh well,” he replied.

Ben followed, the wet yellow material also hugged him tightly. While not as sheer as the white in Erik’s suit, Ben’s definitely left noting to the imagination wherever it touched skin. While not white sheer, there was little to question about what he had inside the suit. Erik’s eyes about came out of his head as Ben climbed out of the water. He stood for minute on full display, oblivious to how much he was actually letting show. If she saw any of this, ever graceful MaryBeth said noting. Neither did anyone else. Erik and Ben smiled at each other. Secretly, they each found it strangely fun, albeit a bit over the top. A few minutes in the sun and the suits regained their opaqueness.
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The boats pulled away after about an hour. The guys were going to go up the lake to the far end and hang out in the water. It was at the undeveloped end of the lake, private and isolated. The water was shallow at the far end with a soft bottom. A perfect spot for four guys to have the freedom to do whatever they wanted. Afterwards, they would meet back at Jack and MaryBeth's for one last airplane tour, just the guys, followed by dinner. The boat powered eastward down the lake, heading towards an amazing time in the sun.

[solarguy]

Would love to be on that boat all day with the guys. Hanging out…chubing up…cooling down…chubbing up! Great way to spend a day!!

[Dooley67]

This is my first post since joining the board. I've been reading the story and continue to enjoy the way you develop the relationships and keep the suspense so we're eagerly waiting for the next chapter. Please keep them coming.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

I just learned that my story has been stolen and the first installment is posted on TheSpeedoForum. You will see a post called "Erik" in the story section, which is exactly my first chapter. You can see by the dates which one was posted first, so the original is clear. I am not a member of SpeedoForum. It is too bad that some guy is so insecure and immature that he would steal a work and claim it as his own.

[Byron]

Is Erik infringing any of Dave Evans's forum rules? No doubt Mike would wipe him off here but I am not sure that the same rectitude would apply to that forum's posts.

[Dooley67]

I would hope that the flagrant plagiarism is a violation of the rules of thespeedoforum. In my view, there is no excuse for plagiarism. The guy could have written that he had read a great story on the Mens Swim Suit Board and just directed folks to the board to read and enjoy it.

Dooley67

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Byron, Erik is the main character in my story, which the guy used as "his" story title. I am not sure the name of the person who stole it other than his SpeedoForum user name is "deadendwaterfall." I am fine if he wanted to re-post it as long as he at least gave the right credit of authorship.

[Swimmboy]

It's a shame someone stole your story. I guess you could consider it a compliment - but the thief should certainly have given credit to the original author and posting site. But it is still a great story, so I hope you don't get discouraged and stop writing!

[Byron]

OK - seems to be some guy from England - have asked DE to explain his forum rules (but don't hold your breath)

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The next chapter is in the oven... So to speak....

[Dooley67]

Since it's in the oven, is it going to be a hot chapter???

Dooley67

[Byron]

Origin obscure - wrongly attributed to the French playright:*
"Revenge is a dish best served cold"

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Let’s swim the rest of the way,” Erik suggested to Ben as the boat headed east. They were easily a mile out from the end.

“Want to?” Brad asked, hearing the idea. He idled the motor.

“Yeah, it would be cool,” Erik answered. Ben wasn’t really sold on the idea, but the competitive juice in him had to make him say yes.

“We can follow in the boat,” Brad answered. “Make sure you don’t get swallowed by some big trout or something.”

“Or a shark,” Ben laughed.

Brad cut the engine and the guys readied themselves. Goggles on, they jumped in the water, Rex barked at them as they did. “How deep is it here?” Erik asked as he treaded water for a second.

“Not sure, maybe 50 or so feet?” Brad answered with a question.

“Deep and cold,” Ben answered. “You won’t find your balls for a week after this.” He teased. The water was cold, especially out in the deeper parts of the lake. Maine water this far north never got really warm, even in the hottest of summers.

“Swim straight toward that big open area, see what I mean?” Brad asked.

“Got it,” Erik replied with confidence.

“Let’s go,” Ben proclaimed as much as asked, as he set off on the journey. His bright yellow suit was clearly visible in the water. Erik set off behind him, but they quickly joined side by side.

“You want to join them,” Brad asked Dylan.

“Maybe in a bit…” Dylan replied. He really wanted to, but for some reason the middle of the lake swimming freaked him out a bit. He gave his brother credit for being willing to jump in.

The guys got about 100 feet ahead of the boat when Brad started the motor. Erik heard the whine of the engine in the water and slowed a bit, trying to orient what he was hearing. He realized once he realized it was just the boat behind them. Sound travels surprisingly well in water, but it loses a sense of direction.

“We need to stay behind them so we don’t create a wake,” Brad said. The boat moved slowly behind the swimmers. Brad really liked the view. Ben’s tight butt weaved back and forth on the top of the water as he kicked. He had a muscular back side, and he had sculpture runners legs. As his arms came up for each stroke, the outline of every muscle displayed itself. It was a great view.
Erik was equally impressive. His white and blue swimsuit glided in the water, he had the better looking bubble butt of the two, but his rear end did not sway back and forth like Ben. He was a much more rigid swimmer, almost barge like flat in the water. He needed work on his swimming form, but his body form looked just fine. As he stroked he slightly rotated, displaying the tips of his shoulders as his arms rose up to reach. He had an impressive forward reach, and his legs looked hot as he kicked strongly from the hips.

“You want to swim?” Dylan asked Brad. “I can drive if you do?”

“No, it is more fun to watch,” Brad replied. As much as he loved to swim, he was really getting a stimulated charge out of watching the two handsome guys in the water.

“What was that?” Ben exclaimed as he stopped swimming. “It was huge!” he added.

Erik, hearing Ben, also stopped. “I think it was a fish,” he replied. “A big fish!”

Brad and Dylan were too far back to hear them, but saw the commotion. Brad idled the boat as it drifted closer.

“You guys okay,” Brad asked. Both Dylan and Brad hung over the rail on the right side of the boat.

“Something big in the water!” Ben yelled back.

“Lots of big fish out here,” Brad answered. “Mostly they will get away, but sometimes they might not realize you are that close.”

“Damn, he was huge,” Erik replied. Ben and Erik treaded water for a minute or two. They had only covered about a quarter of the distance. Calmer, the guys resumed their journey. It was not the last fish they would see, but at least they would no longer get so freaked out by them.

As the boat edged along behind them, Dylan grabbed a pair of goggles. He rubbed his body all over with his hands, giving Brad a bit of a show as he prepped himself to jump in the water and face his fear. He could not be outdone by Ben and Erik. Brad smiled as he watched Dylan prep himself, shaking his nerves. He looked innocent and cute in just the tiny, colorful swimsuit.

“Better put those strings in, some fish may come and bite them if they hang down like that,” Brad teased Dylan. “Looks like you’re ready to go swimming.”

“Ready as I will ever be,” Dylan replied as his fingers pushed the drawstrings into his suit, Brad watching as Dylan pushed the ties deep into his waist. Brad wished he could help.

Brad brought the boat to idle and cut the engine. Rex was up with curiosity as Dylan headed to the back of the boat for his swim. He patted Dylan in his broad, rugged shoulders as Dylan readied to jump off the back of the boat. “You look like a swimmer,” Brad complimented Dylan, who beamed a bright smile back. Dylan found Brad funny, and in a way he had never felt before, he found him attractive. The deep open water, his confusing feelings for Brad, and his brother taking a lead over him in courage left Dylan in a conflicted state of mind. He leapt off the back of the boat, splashing into the water.

“Have a great swim,” Brad yelled, giving Dylan the thumbs up. Brad smiled as Dylan began his swim, heading toward the two other guys, who were easily 300 feet ahead. They were now probably a mile from shore, it would be a long, slow swim. Brad waited and watched as Dylan glided through the water, his speedo clad body only visible because of his arm stroked and strong kick. Dylan’s dark suit blended in with the water, the streaks of color barely noticeable against the dark, deep lake. Dylan was much more rugged and strong looking in the lake, not as streamlined thin as Erik and Ben. His arms looked massive as he stroked. Brad smiled at the contrast of the bodies. Alone in the boat, he enjoyed the view of the guys displaying their swimming prowess. “They look pretty cute, don’t they Rex,” Brad said as he gave Rex a big rub along his head and back. Rex looked like he was smiling in agreement.

Ben and Erik noticed the bottom of the lake coming into view as they got closer to shore, letting them know they only a little ways to go. The water also felt a little warmer, but maybe they were just warm from the swim. Ben’s yellow swimsuit was right in Erik’s line of sight, but he was far enough away to leave out the details. Dylan had lost a bit of ground to them, now about 400 feet back, slowly plowing his way through the swim. As swimmers went, their forms were far from perfect, but what they lacked in ability they all made up for in endurance, especially Ben and Erik.

Ben made the first move. He started to push the pace. By the time Erik realized it, his yellow swimsuit had moved ahead. In the open water, with little to give perspective, a change in pace can be hard to detect. Ben had taken full advantage of the opportunity to move ahead undetected.

“Asshole,” Erik thought to himself once he realized he had been gunned. He picked up his own pace. Brad laughed as both of their swimming forms went all to hell in their quest for speed. They were, however, moving faster, albeit wasting lots of energy. Erik pushed as hard as he could. He had the opposite advantage to Ben’s, he could close the gap also somewhat undetected.

“Go guys,” Brad yelled as he watched. The excitement of the race had him all fired up. Rex was, as well, as he barked loudly at the enthusiasm of his master. Truth was, he was more than just excited, and he was also getting all erotically aroused, his hand rubbing his own bulge as he watched the race. Brad would soon need a jump in the cold water, himself. It wasn’t just the red chili peppers that were hot in his swimsuit anymore.

Erik was right along-side Ben as they rapidly ran out of depth to keep going. Despite Erik’s almost come from behind victory, Ben actually popped up first, leaping from the water in a jump of excitement. Erik stood with less of an exclamation point end. As much as they pushed each other, the defeat lasted seconds as Erik grabbed Ben and the two embraced in a huge hug, after giving each other high fives. Dylan was still working his way in.

“That was awesome,” Ben said as Erik held him. His yellow suit clung to his anatomy, which was nothing more than a small bump, the effects of the cold water. Erik was no better off, his bulge was almost as flat as flat as a girl’s bikini, his testicles nestled well up into his body, his anatomy the size of maybe a grape. His uncut skin was surely shriveled up and clumped at the top of his tiny sex organ. Erik slid his hand down to Ben’s groin, feeling his shrunk anatomy. “You need to be warmed up,” he added as they held each other close.

“So do you,” Ben answered, feeling what little bulge was left against his leg as they embraced. As Dylan swam the last hundred or so feet, the two specimens of young men warmed each other and absorbed their accomplishment. The feeling of warmth returning to their critical parts felt amazingly good…

[Dooley67]

Another great chapter STS. You created such a vivid image of the lake and the water temperature and it's effect on the guys. Living in Maine, I know exactly what you mean - I've had the same experience with the shrinkage from the cold water and the shock when first getting in.

Your writing is so good and the story line is so well laid laid out that I eagerly await the next installment. I want to know what the four guys will be doing with their day in the sun at the less frequented section of the lake. Brad has got to be in 7th heaven having found these three studs, Dylan, Erik and Ben.

Dooley67

[Dooley67]

Saw your brief (pun intended) post on the speedoforum (I'm not a member of it). Good way of handling the plagiarism, short and to the point - well done.

Dooley67

[Byron]

STS says he is not a member of SpeedoForum but the record there says he joined in December 2012 which coincidentally is the same time as the member deadendwaterfall (and a member called SolarGuy seems to exist as well)

[solarguy]

Solarguy exists in both places!! I can, and do, follow two boards!!!
I agree, good post on Speedo Forum

[solarguy]

Oh, forgot to tell STS…as usual, loving this story. Always looking foward to the next installment!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Don't you dare try to call me a liar.

I did sign up to SF in 2012 but never activated my account. Hence my statement that I was not a member. I could not post until May 11, 2014. For such a fact digger you should have noted that I made one post... the one in reply to deadwaterfall's stealing of my story, but alas you are not as good as you think. In fact, here is the email exchange between Dave Evans and me when I tried to post a reply and discovered I needed to get my account activated:

Rye May 10 (2 days ago)
Dave, please advise how I can activate my account. User name is STS. Thanks.

Dave Evans
May 11 (1 day ago)

to me
Rye,

I’ve activated your account mate.

Enjoy the forum.


Dave

From: Rye
Sent: Saturday, May 10, 2014 7:37 AM
To: DaveEvans@SwimmerBoyz.com
Subject: Activate account


Byron you need to get over your superior attitude. You have driven so many people from this board, and you continue to treat people like crap. How dare you question my integrity, you clearly need a good lay or something, but I can't imagine anyone wanting to do that with you.

STS

[Byron]

No need to throw your toys out of the pram.
I have NOT used the word liar but I have said "confused".
I am now unconfused with the details you supply of your complicated arrangements with Dave Evans.
Thank you for your response with that clarification.

Btw personal abuse was, I understood , something you always objected to - so confusion comes to me again I'm sorry to say, having read the silly overreactive remarks in your post.

[Dooley67]

Just browsed TheSpeedoForum and saw that STS's post was removed but the plagiarized first chapter of the Erik story remains. It should have been the other way around - I guess honesty is not all that important on that forum. I hope that this experience and the fallout from it don't discourage STS from continuing the story.

Dooley67

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

I just reposted and sent Evans a PM requesting he delete the stolen version. No worries...the story will go on.

[Dooley67]

Glad to hear that the story will continue and that you PM'd Dave Evans.

D67

[Byron]

Yes, interesting to note also a comment by the member packedspeedo:
".......stealing isn't cool....."

Also interesting to read DE's recent words, inter alia, to me:
"......I'm sorry mate but I don't see the big deal.........on a public forum it is free game......" (I have suggested that a rule of giving credit of origin be considered if the full text of something from another author is posted - unfortunately the SpeedoForum story page has a column headed author
which might be better rephrased as original author).

The irony of all this unnecessary melodrama is of course that I was in fact trying to fight STS's corner.


To correct the other aggressive nonsense which has been posted about those "driven out" of the forum I should explain that many contributors to the earlier SpeedoFantasyBoard simply did not wish to continue when the website was reformatted by Mike nearly three years ago - a sad loss (of some) as there existed some intelligent posts to be read.
Against the accusation (for which there is no evidence) I would therefore tell STS to pay attention instead to what is said so often when new forum members introduce themselves ie I was very pleased to discover this forum where I could participate in the many interesting topics I see discussed (MY SUMMARY there I would add - before I am further accused of misrepresentation !)

[shaulis]

STS,
I have thoroughly enjoyed reading your story thus far. I can't wait for the next chapter. STS, You are a very gifted writer I hope you do publish your stories and get paid I know I would buy your books.This is my first post in quite awhile.

[sebbie]

Plagiarism is defined by claiming that work that someone else did is your own. The fact that documents on the Internet are electronic and can readily be copied from one place to another does not change that at definition at all. The real issue is not copying the document so much as copying the document without giving the author full credit.

I have tons of stuff I have written on the Internet, professionally under my real name but also material on sex and sexuality under my pen name 'David Sebringsil". Fewer than a half dozen people know I am doing this.

Some years ago (nearly 20) I wrote a piece "Spending the night in a Cup" that became very popular around the Internet and ended up getting copied in whole or in part to many other Web sites. But, for those that did this, I do not recall a single incident in which anyone claimed it was their own original writing and not mine. Everyone who copied content either credited me directly at the end or gave me a by line under the pen name.

This has been an interesting task to keep my two writing careers under the different names copmpletely separate. But I have managed to do it even on books under either names available on amazon.com Right now I have free professional books available for e-download under my real name, but I also sell paper copies through Amazon. Those who follow my professional career would be shocked to learn of my other writings! Those who follow me on sex and sexuality topics would probably be equally shocked to learn I have this other writing career.

[Byron]

.....just pleased to read a very sensible post on the vexed issue of passing-off
(and having long ago guessed the attributable interconnections described)

[Dooley67]

I was browsing the speedoforum.com and saw that DE posted part 2 of STS's Erik story under his name writing, "Here is the next part of the story for you guys." It 's not technically plagiarism based on Sebbie's excellent definition, but there is still no attribution of the story to STS. I guess some people just never learn or choose to ignore what's right.

STS should take it as a compliment that others want to use his story on their boards.

I just joined this board a couple of weeks ago having been a browsing guest many times. I like the tone of the board for the most part, the discussions, the fact that the stories are more sensual than sexual, and, it has given me the opportunity to read about, talk about, and see photos of guys in speedos. Also, it's pleasing to see that other guys have some of the same attitudes about speedos/bikinis that I have.

Dooley67

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Sad that the doard owner at SF does not follow his own rules and as a writer of his own stories chooses to disrespect the work of others.

[shaulis]

I have no doubt the SF board owner would not be so nonchalant if someone reposted his work and did not bother to give him some sort of credit. Since this sceniaro hasn't happened to him he doesn't care.

[Dooley67]

I agree with both STS and shaulis. It's just unfortunate that there are people who don't value being ethical in how they handle situations like this one. And, realistically, we can only control what we ourselves do and not what others do.

[Byron]

Having withstood an attack from the mighty Speedo Corporation I cannot foresee that he will pay any attention to niggling complaints from this direction and he does of course have the power to wipe off anything he does not wish to see on his forum (I consider it quite an achievement even to have had a reply to my Email)

[Dooley67]

Check out the post on thespeedoforum by pburks1 in the he stories section. Someone is trying to do the right thing.

[Byron]

....but readers will have to do a lot of scrolling to find all chapters of First Summer which have appeared sporadically since December 2013.
Btw, pburkes1 only joined yesterday and has four posts - I can find a second one so far in which he reports delivery of his new 1.5 Aussie Bums.

LOL - could NJH or SolarGuy , et al , obtain info. for us visavis the pink speedos in his avatar? (or, better still, secure his transfer to present some pics here?)

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

....but readers will have to do a lot of scrolling to find all chapters of First Summer which have appeared sporadically since December 2013.

I think it will be fairly easy for readers to find... my sporadic pattern of posts has been weekly with only a few exceptions where I missed a week. I'd actually substitute sporadic for fairly consistent. Plus quality trumps timing and I really won't post a bad chapter.

I really am glad that Solarguy and pburks1 posted such nice comments. I am sure they will get deleted by Dave, but just when I was feeling like ending the whole story thing it was nice to read those comments, as well as all the nice remarks above.... Thanks guys.

Myself included, we have derailed this whole story post. All for good reasons, but I am sure ready to get back to what this string was intended... a story. If Dave wants to steal my posts because he is a slimy jerk who can't write well, so be it. He will rot in hell one day... and he will bring down the value of that neighborhood. Even amongst Speedo guys there are a few bad apples.

Time to bake a new chapter..... Go ahead Dave and steal it... it will be the only good writing you post.

[solarguy]

You just keep writing!! Never mind all the other bullshit!!! :)

[Byron]

I think one burns in Hell and not rots.
Btw I took a moment to look up vitriol which seemed appropriate:
http://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/british/vitriol

[Dooley67]

You're right STS, let's get back to a story. As the new kid on the block, I take some responsibility for getting this off track when I spotted the story on thespeedoforum. I think it was important to deal with, but I agree, enough, let's get back to the story.

[Dooley67]

STS - Aroostook County - now it all comes together in my mind for the destination for the week at the lake for Jack and MaryBeth and the guys. The flight with a pit stop in Bangor, flying over Bar Harbor, UM, Ashland, Patten, landing near Presque Isle - all places familiar to me. That and your great writing make the story so real for me. Can't wait for the next chapter.

D67

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

With Dylan close enough in, Brad turned the boat to the left and worked his way close enough in to anchor the vessel in shallow water. He rotated the bow out toward the deeper water and tossed the anchor over the front rail, exactly correct to Coast Guard procedure. Once he was sure the anchor was caught on the soft lakebed, he let the boat drift back until the line had no slack to make sure the boat was firmly held. Rex watched patiently, as Brad went through the process of anchoring the boat. Rex knew it was his turn to get wet. All set, Brad retied his swimsuit, adjusted himself inside it, and looked out and admired the cute guys he was about to go play with.

Ben and Erik cheered Dylan the last hundred feet or so, standing in water that got just about to their crotches. Dylan’s stroke had gone totally to hell, the effect of being tired after the long swim. He swam until his hands hit bottom on his arm strokes, at which point he stopped. He had actually gone past the guys, and rose to find himself in only about two feet of water. The bottom was a collection of silt and small gravel, a little coarse on the feet. As he stood he tugged the material of his swimsuit away from his anatomy, but it did not really matter. Like his brother and Ben, he was about as big as a small acorn, the shrinkage effect of the water washed away any sign of a manly bulge. No one really cared… it was time to celebrate his achievement.

“Awesome swim, bro,” Erik said as he grabbed his brother in a full body hug. “You did great,” he added. The two brothers held each other and bounced in a manly hug for several minutes. It was a true expression of the deep bond they had. Their relationship was more than just two brothers, it was beyond that. They were deeply close, and shared their most confidential of secrets. Nothing ever was held back for long between them. And they never judged each other. It was total support, expressed now in a deep hug most would have called weird for two male siblings. They just didn’t understand how much Dylan and Erik were soul mates.

“Thanks so much, Little Bro,” Dylan had said back in the hug. But that was not what caused them to stay held so long. It was what was said next. “I’m glad you found Ben, and I am totally okay with who you are,” Dylan had whispered. The hug was held long because Dylan felt Erik’s release of emotion. Dylan would always be his brother’s shoulder, even when it meant holding him in cries of happiness and relief. Erik hugged his brother tight and thanked him deeply for his support. He needed to know it was okay, his brother’s relationship was that important. Who knew it would be sealed in waist deep water after a long swim. Ben smiled as the two guys embraced.

“You can be the straight guy, and I’ll be the color commentator,” Erik said between them in humor as they released each other. A little laughter was exactly what they needed.

“Actually, I need to find where I left my balls,” Dylan said, louder so all could hear. All three guys laughed.

Rex gracefully jumped into the water from the boat, his front paws out forward, his back feet slightly tucked. No one knew if there was a correct form for dog dives, but Rex sure looked like there was. Rex loved the water, probably because he grew from a puppy on the lake. Brad tossed a floating ball, which Rex dutifully swam after.

“Damn, he is pretty fast,” Ben said, as he rubbed his anatomy to get warmth back between his legs. The sheerness of his yellow suit had faded back to opaque.

“Yes, he is,” Erik replied. He reached out to Rex as he swam over with the ball. Rex was a free opportunity player. He swam to the nearest human willing to play. Erik tossed the ball out into the water, watching as Rex swam after it again.

“You guys were amazing,” Brad yelled as he walked over to them. Unlike the rest, his suit was the only one that still sported a man-size package, although Ben’s self-administered hand job was bringing his back to life. The orange and yellow southwestern print really stood out in the water, and looked more intense when wet. In fact, he looked amazingly good. Even Dylan was lured into admiring looks at Brad, especially his physique enveloped in that sweet and sexy swimsuit. Dylan felt a stir in his groin, one he normally only felt when he saw a cute girl. “Later, you get to swim back,” Brad added as he got close.

“Um, No,” Dylan replied. “That’s your turn…” he faded off in a teasing smirk.

The sun was high in the sky now, and the small beach was empty, as was this whole end of the lake. They had at least two hours to soak in rays and have fun before they needed to head back to Jack and MaryBeth’s. Brad went back to the boat and grabbed two giant blankets and some towels. He kept a supply in the boat for just a day like this. The four swimsuit clad guys spread them out on the beach, occasionally stopping to through the toy for Rex, who was still waning to play. The attention to detail was impressive, checking the sun and setting themselves to take fullest advantage. All ready, they each took a position. Luckily it was past black fly season, the lake swarmed with dragon flies (the sure sign of the end of black fly season). A pair of loons swam out in front of them in the lake, the mom carrying a baby loon on her back.

“Look at that,” Brad whispered. “They rarely get that close with child,” he added. The little loon was a small hump on the back of mom, just its tiny head really visible. “Wish I had binoculars,” Brad added. “Must have a nest nearby.” Brad loved Loons, in fact if you live in Northern Maine, it is genetic in you to admire the fascinating creatures. The four guys stood, watching the loon couple swim in the water, occasionally diving for fish. Even Rex stood still. It would have been a perfect picture of the softer side of males, four athletic guys, all nearly naked in tiny swim briefs quietly watching nature.

Ben and Erik took up positions on the yellow blanket, Ben on a Boston Red Sox towel, Erik on a blue beach towel with fish images on it. They laid close to each other. Their bodies, now warmed to normal, were showing the rise of an intrigued male sexual response going on between them, not erect, but certainly not soft, either. Dylan and Brad took he blue blanked, but they laid arm’s length apart. Brad had folded the sides of his suit to expose more of his leg, making himself look as if he was wearing a true bikini. Dylan laid back next to him. Dylan’s body was stirring with interest, a feeling that confused him. Rex found a spot under a nearby tree, his tow safely between his front paws.

“This is peaceful,” Ben said to anyone listening. “We are all alone here.”

“Yeah, it is awesome,” Erik replied. “We could lay out naked,” he added, he gave Ben a teasing rub as he said it.

“We sure could,” Brad answered, “Want to?”

“Heck, we are already almost naked,” Dylan added.

The whole naked idea faded without action, despite real interest in at least two of the four. Ben and Erik were quick to take each other’s hands as they lad quietly. Neither was really interested in a deep romantic event, rather they just wanted to enjoy the peacefulness of each other in this moment in the sun. Ben admired Erik’s sweetness and eyes his handsome body. Just thirty minutes ago, their manhood had hidden deep inside their bodies, but not it was on full display, blooming lie a flower emerging from a cold night to a warm day. Erik rolled over and gave Ben a soft kiss. They smiled at each other. Their eyes locking.

Dylan felt himself grow inside the tiny suit and watched as his suit rose up like a giant mound, holding his anatomy tightly inside. He had gotten erections at the wrong time with cute girls before, hidden inside his shorts, jeans or swimsuits, but never with a guy. Well, he didn’t really count last night. Brad could not help but notice that Dylan’s suit seemed to be swelling rapidly. Brad was not far behind and seeing Dylan getting erect was lighting the fire inside Brad. He slid his hand over and took Dylan’s. Dylan did not pull away. Brad rubbed up Dylan’s forearm and patted his pecs. Dylan smiled at Brad, almost as if he was inviting more. For the moment, they stopped with that, and, of course, their now dual erect anatomy. “”Just exploring,” Dylan thought to himself. “It’s okay, I am just exploring.”

[Dooley67]

Another wonderful chapter STS, very tender and sensitive, especially regarding Erik's and Dylan's love for each other as brothers and their total acceptance of each other. You also really captured Dylan's attraction to Brad, his ambivalence and his justification that he is "just exploring" - wonder what he is really feeling. Looking forward to the next chapter.

D67

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Thanks D67. A shorter chapter. I was working on a longer version, but it was time to get back.

[shaulis]

STS,
I agree with Dooley67 I loved how you expressed Dylans acceptance of Eriks and Bens relationship. They have such a strong bond Erik didnt have to say a word because Dylan had already known. I await the next chapter in this story.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Ben and Erik had both dozed off, sleeping on their backs, their hands locked. Erik had his other hand resting on his bulge, almost as if he was about to give himself pleasure, but he was doing nothing more than sleeping. Ben’s other hand was lying off to the side in what looked like and awkward pose, but it did not seem to bother him. The two had been out for at least 45 minutes, enough time for Brad and Dylan to move beyond just a hand hold. A dragon fly landing on his face woke Erik, as he freed his hand from the front of his packed swimsuit to swoosh the harmless insect eater away. Ben jostled as Erik sat up and oriented himself. He could feel the effect the sun had on his fair skin, a slight sting of the early stages of a burn.

“What’s going on?” a groggy Ben asked as he drifted awake.

“Stay sleeping, just felt a bug on my face,” Erik answered, as he eyed Ben’s cute body coming to life.

“Sure it wasn’t me?” Ben teased in reply.

“No, you were out, deep,” Erik replied. “Wish it was,” he added.

Brad and Dylan were out in the lake, squatting down in the water. They were washing away the residuals of whatever they did while the other two guys were asleep. Dylan got his chance at exploration, in fact a second day of exploration counting whatever the two did the night before. No one would ever know what exactly they did either time, but Dylan and Brad were having fun with the play in the water afterwards. Dylan truly had sensual fun the whole time, it was an experience he would later recall as beyond amazing. While the guys teased each other in the water, from the beach Erik could not see that they both had their suits off, letting them fully rinse in the clear lake.

“Come on in,” Dylan called to Erik. “The water feels great after sitting in the sun.” Sure he was naked, but he didn’t care. It had been a wild week already.

“In a minute,” Erik replied. “Let me wake up first,” he added. Ben was also getting more alert. He slid his hand on Erik’s leg and up between his legs. He rubbed Erik in the tight spot where his legs joined, which felt amazing and stirred Erik quickly into an erect state. His swimsuit bulged as Erik grew rapidly inside it. Erik leaned over and kissed Ben, moaning as he did, his state of arousal rapidly climbing.

“Oh man, Ben… you are driving me wild,” Erik whispered. Ben fondled Erik, feeling his smooth, erect manhood in his fingers, separated only by the lycra swimsuit.

“Hey, how come your brother is cut, but you are not?” Ben asked as he continued to tease Erik.

“I don’t know,” Erik replied. “Not exactly a question I wanted to ask Mom growing up, but Dylan and I have always wondered ourselves. It sure made me the unique guy in the locker room.”

“Well, I like you the way you are,” Ben replied. Ben was cut like Dylan, which created a clear bump line that would show in his swimsuits when he got aroused. Erik liked to tease him on that line, which he learned drove Ben totally wild. Ben’s cut line was starting to show again as they talked and teased each other, but it was Erik who was farther along. They continued to play games with each other, never quite reaching the point of release, but having fun getting close.

“Hey, let’s trade swimsuits,” Erik proposed as they wound down from their flurry of stimulating play. “I want to see what you look like in mine, and I want to try the yellow.”

“Cool idea,” Ben agreed as he started to untie his strings. He was quick to slip out of the suit, exposing what little of him had been covered in clothing. He was handsome and cute at the same time, in his somewhat aroused state.

“Glad you could get untied,” Erik laughed, referring to the whole string episode of last night. Erik slid off his suit, revealing his smooth and uncut anatomy, the foreskin hiding the top end of his manhood. Unlike Ben, Erik trimmed his hair down in that region to a smooth short crop. He rationalized that he hated how it all got tangled. Truth was he just liked the look. Ben liked the way Erik looked all tidy and clean, as well.

“Wow, you look awesome in yellow,” Ben complimented Erik on the way the suit looked on him. It was a slightly smaller cut than the blue and white one, and the strings were on the inside. Erik rubbed all over, feeling the way the material wrapped around him, enjoying the sensation of the tight and narrow suit. Ben stood and watched, naked. He was becoming more erect as he watched. Brad and Dylan even took notice to the shenanigans Ben and Erik were up to. It looked like erotic fun.
“Looks like someone wants some attention,” Brad said to Dylan as they watched, referring to Ben’s almost fully aroused state. “He’s gonna have a tough time getting that inside the swimsuit.” The two guys chucked quietly. Ben slipped the suit up his legs and pulled it up to his waist. He struggled to push his nearly solid anatomy into the suit, but managed to get everything covered. He tied the strings and modeled the look for Erik, his erect state running diagonally to his right, looking like he had a banana packed inside the cute blue and white striped lycra outfit. Erik smiled at how cute and desirous he looked. Ben rubbed himself across the outside of the suit, still trying to adjust the fit and look. He almost made himself explode, he was that close.

“Dude, you look fantastic in that swimsuit,” Erik offered. “Even with a boner,” he smiled. “We can take care of that later,” Erik added.

“Oh man, we need to,” Ben replied. “You are driving me wild, how handsome and hot you look,” Ben added. Erik smiled. He felt the tingle of arousal pulse through his groin, dancing on the tip of his manhood. He almost wanted to tackle and lust on Ben right there.

Brad and Dylan were still naked in the water, holding their swimsuits in their hands. All rinsed and clean, they decided to follow the same idea and swapped swimsuits. Dylan traded for the bright yellow, orange and red mix Speedo and Brad took Dylan’s black and print suit. In the water, they each slipped into the suits, the cold water making it far easier to get their equipment to fit in the tight and tiny swimsuits. They tied up the strings and modeled the suits for each other, a big smile across both faces. They admired each other for several minutes, making their way to shallow water where the whole suit and most of their bodies would be clearly visible.

“That was fun,” Brad said as they walked back to the beach.

“Yeah, pretty cool,” Dylan replied, referring to both the suit swap and whatever they had done earlier. Dylan felt teased by the titillating sensations going on around him and deep within him. Far too much fun had happened between Brad and him, his experimentation was pushing him into new and deeper areas of exploration. In his quest to understand his brother, he was learning quite a bit about himself.

Dylan and Brad wandered out of the lake towards Ben and Erik. Dylan was modeling the sweet Speedo suit well, and he had it fully filled out. He was the specimen of an aroused male. Brad was soaking the sight of him all in, enjoying the view of his protruding bulge in a tightly gripping swimsuit. The four guys met on the beach, only sixty minutes of fun in the sun remaining. They were going to take advantage of every minute of it.

“You think Jack and MaryBeth will notice we all have on different swimsuits?” Erik asked as the four guys all laid back on their beach towels and blankets. They all laughed at the thought of MaryBeth’s perplexed expression. They enjoyed their last hour on the private, secluded beach. The sky remained clear, a slight breeze out of the west caused gentle waves on the lake. The lapping of the waves on the sand made for a peaceful backdrop of sound. The guys all closed their eyes and took in the rays, each of them in various states of sexual stimulation. Hands met hands, then hands met body parts. It was going to be a very interesting and erotic final hour…..

[Dooley67]

Another wonderful and very hot chapter. You do such a good job of capturing the playfulness of Dylan and Brad while Dylan is experiencing some serious awakening of feelings he didn't know that he had and maybe has come to recognize as a part of him. Without being specific about what Brad and Dylan did, the sensuality of their play in the water certainly comes through and was very arousing as I read it. As for Ben and Erik, you keep showing us in each chapter how they are becoming closer in their relationship and in their openness about their powerful attraction to each other. It makes me look forward to each new chapter.

D67

[shaulis]

STS,
Thanks for this great reading chapter. I love your description of Dylan and Brad experimentations without going into detail allowing us your readers to fill in the blanks ourselves. You continue to flesh out Erik and Bens' relationship with each chapter. I await the next chapter of your story.

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, Your writing is very intelligent and keeps the reader wanting more. Please continue

[Swimmboy]

This story is just great - a perfect mix of teasing, tempting, and eroticism. Please continue!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

They guys docked the Pontoon boat at Jack and MaryBeth’s home. Rex bounded off first, called by Jack. Greeted with treats and an embrace of affection around his head, Rex was all excited and danced around the group. MaryBeth was inside watching the commotion as she quickly prepared the serving tray of sandwiches she had made for the “boys,” as she called them. “That’s funny,” she thought to herself as she watched the guys standing with Jack. “I could have sworn that Brad had on the orange swimsuit earlier.” Just as predicted, MaryBeth had a perplexed look on her face, but no one got to see it.

“Jack, dear,” MaryBeth yelled out the window. “I could use some help.” Jack dutifully responded, and Erik followed. The rest of the guys gathered stuff off the boat and generally tidies it up a bit.

“What can we do?” Jack asked as the two entered the house. Jack was wearing the most amazing powder blue and white print swimsuit. It was a bit more revealing than the more traditional racer style suits he wore. MaryBeth had picked it out on her own, knowing he would look amazingly sexy in it. He did not wear it often, its narrow sides made him feel a bit uncomfortable, but she urged him after the guys left this morning. Not only was it narrow, but it also seemed like it really outlined his package with exceptional detail. It clearly answered the circumcised question. MaryBeth loved Jack in the suit, it made her all tingly inside watching him.

“Grab the glasses and tea,” she answered. “Erik can you grab the tray of cookies, I made your favorite chocolate chip turtle cookies.”

“Oh cool, thank you so much,” Erik replied. He was beaming with anticipation. Her turtle cookies were absolutely scrumptious. “Maybe I’ll hide these,” he teased.

“Don’t worry, sweet, I hid a few for you,” MaryBeth reassured him. She eyed Erik in the tiny yellow swimsuit. She thought he was the most sweet and handsome young man of the bunch, and secretly she thought he was the most attractive in the more manly sections. He could fill out a swimsuit nicely. She did not have impure thoughts, but a lady looks at things. She liked to admire the male body, especially nice looking ones like Jack, Erik and the three other guys. “Erik, didn’t you earlier have on the swimsuit Ben is wearing?” MaryBeth asked.

Erik blushed a deep red. “Yeah,” he sheepishly replied. “We kind of traded,” he added softly, almost embarrassed about it.

MaryBeth laughed. “That is so cute,” she replied.

“Damn, I never even noticed,” Jack chimed in.

“Of course you didn’t, dear,” she teased. “I could paint the house purple and he’d never even pick up on it.” She added, directed at Erik.

“I hope you guys are hungry,” Jack said as he put the tea down on the large deck table overlooking the lake. MaryBeth followed with the array of sandwiches, far more than they could eat.

“But no one gets cookies except for me,” Erik added as he put the tray down.

“I love how you guys traded swimsuits,” MaryBeth offered to the group. “I thought only girls did stuff like that…” she trailed off.

“Yeah, we were all jealous of each other’s,” Brad replied.

“Especially Brad’s sweet Speedo,” Ben weighed into the conversation. Brad blushed.

“Well, you all look cute,” MaryBeth replied as they all started eating lunch. A silence passed over the table as the guys devoured most of the sandwiches and chips. Erik, immediately following, ate three cookies and took two more and put them aside. He was forthright in his hording, which made MaryBeth feel special as the baker.

“Now I feel fat,” Erik said after the third cookie.

“Yeah, dude, your swimsuit looks a little tight,” Ben replied, which made the whole table laugh.

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Erik told MaryBeth to sit, while he and Ben cleaned everything up. She appreciated that, and even commented on the pleasure of watching two swimsuit wearing handsome young men doing chores. The two gathered all the trays and left over food. Erik returned to wash down the table, before heading in to help Ben in the kitchen. The other three guys mapped out a flight plan for the afternoon air plane ride. Jack was always very diligent to file a flight plan with someone, just in case. Rarely did he ever deviate from whatever plan he filed.

Erik brought in the last of the items from the table, Ben already well into cleaning up the dishes. Ben looked stunning standing at the sink doing dishes, his tightly packaged swimsuit almost resting against the counter. Erik came up behind him, set down the remaining items and embraced him from the back side, Erik’s bulge pressed against Ben’s bubble butt. Erik, reached across Ben’s chest and played with him pecs, and tickled his nipples. Ben almost exploded right there. In fact, both of them almost did.

“Let me quickly finish these,” Ben asked as Erik continued to tease him.

“If you must,” Erik replied, separating from his friend. “I’ll do the drying and put them away, he added. Erik stepped to Ben’s right, grabbing a towel. Ben eyed Erik’s anatomy as he did, the clear outline of his erect organ visible in the tiny yellow suit.

They remained alone in the kitchen, finishing up the chores, teasing each other a bit with playful touches and quick hugs. Out the window, they could see MaryBeth had taken position on a lounger on the dock, while to guys were still huddled with a map around the table. Erik and Ben quickly wrapped up the work and seized the quiet solitude for a chance to really embrace and have a romantic moment. They had all kinds of pent up desire from the beach. They entangled themselves into each other in a deep, romantic hug and sensual touches. Erik felt Ben’s anatomy becoming more and more rigid as it rubbed against Erik’s legs and groin. Erik’s was doing the same.

“Oh man, this feels wonderful,” Ben whispered as Erik and he went into a more arousing deeper interlude. Both of them letting caution go to the wind, they had quickly brought themselves close to the point of no return, and they showed no sign of letting up. Ben, in particular, was totally into the surges and sensations pulsating through his body, the tight swimsuit giving him extra arousal as he grew more and more firm inside it. It was beyond tantalizing, and extremely erotic. As Ben let Erik rub against him, he could feel Ben moving well beyond just a romantic moment, Ben’s breathing was lustful and he was quietly moaning in sexual pleasure.

“Slow down, cowboy,” Erik urged Ben as he tried to back off the embrace, but Ben held close.

“I know, he said, but…” Ben trailed off. Ben had crossed well beyond the point where he had any ability to maintain control, his swimsuit was bulging with his fully engorged anatomy. Ben felt his balls start to thrust as his body began the final stages of stimulation. As much as may have wanted he could not help stop what was about to happen. Erik felt the pulsations in Ben, too, as he held him.

“Dude…” Erik said as he held Ben. Ben was shaking in his arms, struggling to not let himself erupt. He stepped back from Erik, grabbing at his bulging suit. “Please….” Ben pleaded with himself.

“Oh fu-k,” Ben said as his body took total control. “Oh man…” he added. It was a powerful display of the body hitting the peak of stimulation as Ben’s pelvis thrust with each surge. Ben and Erik’s attention had been diverted from the window and they did not see MaryBeth get up from the lounger. As Ben started to calm, they were both started by the sliding glass door opening.

“How you guys doing in here?” MaryBeth asked. Erik stood in full view, his protruding bulge displaying clearly his aroused state. Ben’s suit was both bulging and clearly saturated. Ben quickly slid behind the counter, hiding the lower half of his body as close to the counter as he could. Erik quickly turned and grabbed a towel, holding at lower in front of him.

“Just finishing up,” Erik replied. “Ben just wiped the counter and I was finishing up putting stuff away.”

“I need to go wash up,” Ben added, as he quickly turned away and headed toward the bathroom. “ I spilled some ice team all over the front of me,” he added, just in case she had seen his soaked swimsuit. Erik chuckled at the little lie.

“You sure it was tea?” Erik added.

“That might stain your suit,” MaryBeth warned. “Let me get you some laundry soap. You should take that suit off and wash it out real good.” Erik about burst into laughter. She made Ben wait for her to get a small cup of blue liquid. Erik fidgeted in the wet suit, now fully exposed and unable to hide behind the counter.

Luckily, Erik’s body quickly went back to normal. MaryBeth complimented him on being so polite and washing up the dishes. They could hear Ben running water in the bathroom. She did not say a word about what she might have seen, but she knew that more than just dishes had gone on between the two handsome young men.

“Oh, let me show you where your secret stash of cookies is…” MaryBeth said just before heading back out. She revealed a small cookie jar in one of the cupboards, hidden inside were six more cookies. “Now these are just for you, unless you want to share them…” she smiled and gave Erik a small pat on his shoulder and rubbed his back.

“You are too nice,” Erik replied.

[shaulis]

STS,
Wow what a chapter. MaryBeth saw much more of what occured between Erik and Ben than she will admit to them. Erik and Ben let their urges take over almost getting caught. Their cover story seems to have worked this time. Thank you for this chapter in your great story. I cant wait for the next chapter

[Dooley67]

Another great hot chapter STS. I don't know how you turn these stories out so quickly, so beautifully written and with such ability to focus on a different character or set of characters each time. You really developed Mary Beth in this chapter as a woman who likes what she sees and says it. I like that you had Jack's suit looking more like the boys' suits and that Mary Beth picked it out for him - she knows what she wants and goes after it.

D67

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Brad had watched Jack land and take off on the lake a million times, but he had never been in a small plane before, except for the commuter flights out of Presque Isle. Certainly nothing this small and never on the water. The four guys had pulled T-shirts on over their swimsuits, while Jack put on a pair of Op brand shorts over his light blue brief. Since he was the novice, Brad got to go up front, Dylan right behind him. Erik was next to Dylan and Ben took the smaller seat in the far back. The takeoff had been calm and gentle, the lake like glass. The Cessna lifted off with barely a jostle and climbed quickly over the western hills. The sky was bright blue with a full sun.

“Perfect climb out,” Jack said. Brad enjoyed the view from the air, especially since he knew exactly where they were. “A cold front is expected to roll in in later, with gusty winds,” Jack warned.

“Is that bad?” Brad asked.

“Depends,” Jack replied. “We’ll just keep an eye on it and make sure we get down before it gets here. Plenty of time.” Far off in the western sky they could just barely make out the band of clouds of the approaching front. It was moving slow and at least 50 miles away.

The guys circled the lake. Jack flew above the house and tilted the wings, a signal to MaryBeth that all was well. They turned south over Maine Route 11 and crossed over Hedgehog Mountain, which was really just a huge hill. They crested the mountain and flew along another lake, making their way down the Fish River band of lakes dotted the eastern edge of the great North Maine Woods. In the wilderness of Fish Lake, they saw a pair of moose. Jack circled and dropped low so they could take in the Moose. Little known fact of Maine is that it is second only to Alaska in moose population in the states.

Jack climbed back to 1500 feet and turned southeast. They picked back up Route 11 again. Once they were over Ashland, they cut across to the east and followed the Aroostook River toward Presque Isle.

“Dudes, that’s Haystack, we should go climb that,” Brad pointed out excitedly. A small mountain rose out of the ridge just before Mapleton. More of rocky pile of debris from the ice age, Haystack is a well-known local point of interest for local hikers. “I’ve climbed it and laid out in the sun on top,” Brad added. It is so peaceful and what a view.”

“Let’s circle it,” Jack offered as he guided the plane in a loop around it. “Brad you take the controls,” Jack offered. As Jack gave direction, Brad flew the plane around the tiny peak. They then continued east, crossing the vast potato farms that sustained the local economy.

Above Caribou, Jack stayed a wide distance from Loring Air Force Base, a restricted fly zone. He climbed to 200 feet as they made their way toward the US and Canada border. The guys were mesmerized by the huge cargo transports making landings at the base. By the time the guys made their loop, including watching air cargo planes land at Loring Air Force Base, the winds were just starting to pick up out of the west. The temp had dropped 5 degrees, marking the entry of colder air. The plane was hitting some chop, making the ride a little more eventful with mild turbulence. Jack seemed unfazed. Ben held his crotch, a posture he took whenever he started to get nervous or excited.

“Getting bumpy,” Ben announced to anyone who was listening.

“Dude, just keep rubbing your balls, we’re fine,” teased Erik, referring to Ben’s nervous habit. “Just don’t get carried away.”

“You wait…” Ben replied.

“I am going to start to head back,” Jack announced. “The front is getting close and we need to get down before the lake gets too wild.” They had crossed over Fort Kent and headed across the village of Alligash, the start of the famous Alligash waterway. Canoe groups dotted the waterway as they flew south, over the northern tip of the undeveloped land mass that is northwestern Maine. An hour and fifteen minutes after they took off, they crossed back over their home lake, Jack descending to 1000 feet as he flew east past the lake and looped around. The plane bounced through the near 360 degree turn. The once blue sky was now pale grey, with the clouds of the cold front rumbling in.

“Water is getting rough,” Jack warned. For the first time, the guys felt a bit of nervousness in Jack’s voice.

“Are we okay,” Dylan asked, having picked up Jack’s tension.

“Yeah, fine,” Jack replied. “It will just be eventful, but we are cutting it close with the wind.” None of that calmed the guys. Even ever confident Dylan gave his brother a frightened glance. The wind was gusty, the plane bouncing as Jack worked to hold his landing point in line. Dylan felt weird sitting in a bouncing plane in a swimsuit. The wings wobbled side to side as the plane descended to 500 feet. The lower they got, the bumpier the flight became, the effect of the wind squeezing between hills. Jack held altitude as the plane crossed the eastern shore, over the secluded beach.
“Hey that’s where we were earlier,” Dylan announced. Erik looked out, but Brad and Ben were too focused on the bouncing plane to care.

“That’s an awesome little beach,” Erik said back to Dylan.

Ben grabbed Erik’s shoulder. He held tight. Ben was terrified, and Erik could feel him shaking. “Everything is fine,” Erik tried to reassure Ben.

“Everything is good, guys,” Jack said, hearing Ben’s concern. None of the usual banter was going on. About a mile down the lake, the plane bouncing, Jack lowered the power, further adjusted the flaps and guided the plane downward. The waves were rough on the water and the plane was being battered by the gusts. “Almost there….” Jack announced. Brad was frozen in place. None of the guys were thinking about swimsuits. From the windows, it looked as if they were just skimming the water. About 100 feet off the water, the plane was tossed by a huge gust, even Jack was surprised.

“Damn,” Jack exclaimed. The gust had pushed him well off line. Jack made the immediate critical decision and quickly throttled up, pulled the flaps back in. “We are going to abort,” Jack announced. The plane skimmed 75 feet over the lake and quickly started climbing. The engine roared. The plane was rocking hard on the climb out.

“I think I almost pee’d myself,” Ben whispered to Erik.

“Pee, I almost did worse,” Erik replied.

“What do we do now,” Brad asked.

“Well, we’ll try again, but if we can’t get down here, we abort to PQI,” Jack replied. “The landing will be fine, I can handle the wind, but we have to hit that water nose high in those waves,” Jack explained.

The four guys looked at each other. Not landing back at the lake never occurred to them. They all were thinking the same thing, “all we have on is swimsuits, little swimsuits.” Dylan started to blush, realizing that he might be exposed in just the tiny yellow and orange Speedo. “Damn, I wish I had shorts,” Dylan said to anyone.

“But you look so cute,” Erik replied, teasing.

“Now, being in my swimsuit feels weird,” Brad added. He glanced down at his bulging crotch.

“You’ll be fine guys,” Jack said. “We just wait in the plane for it to calm or MaryBeth to come get us.”

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

After a long loop, Jack had the plane repositioned westward into the even stronger winds. “I’m going to land further up, the water is calmer the more west we get,” Jack announced. Just as a precaution, Jack asked each of them to take out their life jackets and put them on. This freaked all of the guys out. Jack was not really worried anything was going to happen but safety was first. “If we go in the water, best to go out the window, you will never get the doors open,” Jack explained. “Don’t swim against the pull of your jacket, it will take you up.”

Despite the fear, Erik chimed in. “Guess it is good we got swimsuits on.” The chuckles broke the tension.

The plane crossed over the secluded beach, but Jack stayed higher, near 1000 feet. He then began a slow descent, the plane getting well tossed. The waves were white capped below, pushed by the 20 mph wind gusts. Four miles westward over the water Jack began the final drop. A huge gust threw the plane off course to the south, Jack quickly corrected. They flew past the house at about 500 feet, Jack too busy to notice.

“It’s gonna be rough, hang on,” Jack said. The plane skirted over the top of the lake. Jack pushed the throttle at the last minute to help pierce the turbulence, pulling the nose way up, so high he could not see the water, landing totally be feel. The back of the pontoons hit the water first, perfectly as planned, grabbing the plane fast. Jack pulled a bit harder on the yoke then gently let the nose down, making sure that the front of the pontoons did not get pulled under by the swells. The plane slowed quickly, bobbing in the water as it came to a rest. It rose and dropped with each swell, almost like the toss of teeter totter in a playground.

Ben had almost rubbed a hole through his suit, but his grabbing of his anatomy was anything but sexual. Dylan and Erik first looked at each other and then hugged.

“Welcome home,” Jack announced. Brad gave him a high five.

“Seriously, now, were we close to crashing?” Brad asked.

“Not even. If I thought there was any real risk, I would have diverted.” Jack replied.

“But the life vests…” Dylan asked.

“You never know, so I wanted to make sure that if anything did happen, we had everything we needed to get out safe.” Jack replied. The plane made its way slowly to the dock. Jack stopped short. “You guys mind jumping in and pulling me to the dock? In these waves, I’d rather approach with no power.”

“See, I knew we’d need our swimsuits,” Erik replied. The four guys jumped out into the waist deep water. The wind was blowing strong. They were glad to be back on the ground. They tied up the plane, and leapt from the dock. MaryBeth and Rex greeted them on the dock.

“Nice ride?” MaryBeth asked. She eyed the tight wet swimsuits on the four handsome young men.

“Wicked cool,” Brad replied in a manly voice. No hint of the fear they all had a few minutes ago.

[Swimmboy]

OK, that plane ride even had ME getting some sweaty palms. Romance, tension, excitement, bulging Speedos - perfect elements for a perfect story!

[Dooley67]

What a chapter!!!! So much suspense - I was on the edge of my seat. You've really outdone yourself STS. I especially liked how the guys expressed their fears all the while showing complete trust in Jack. Creating that subtext is really amazing.

This chapter reminded me of something that happened 45 years ago when I was a graduate student at U Maine. Every Monday night 5 of us flew from Old Town, Maine to Loring Air Force Base (mentioned in this chapter) to teach in the continuing education division. One Monday night on our return flight we were flying in dense fog in the 6 seater single engine Piper Aztec. We couldn't land in Old Town because such a small airport had no runway lights so we diverted to Bangor Intl Airport. The pilot was flying on instruments but needed the final visual to land. When he said, "the first one to see the runway lights, let me know", we all thought it was the end and just about lost it. We did land safely, but I vowed, never again and I have never flown on a plane like that again.

D67

A post script: At first we thought the pilot was kidding when he asked us to look for the runway lights, but, in fact, he was not kidding at all and that just heightened our fears.

[shaulis]

STS,
What a chapter !!! It was full of excitement, suspense, fear all wrapped in a Speedo. I love how you expressed all of the guys fears but never freaking out on Jack the pilot. Jack must have nerves of steel to land on choppy water. I cant wait for the next chapter .

[a speedo minded guy]

STS,

It's amazing the magical stories you tell. Please keep up the great work.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The fast moving front evaporated into a nice late afternoon. MaryBeth was preparing for the big cookout in honor of the final night at the lake. She invited Brad to stay, which he agreed. She assured him that he was fine wearing just his swimsuit, the only clothing he had. Jack assured him he could borrow shorts or sweatpants if it got cool. The folks down the lake were coming, which meant that the guys would get to meet the two young swimmers from the dock, Zach and Ryan. “A simple Maine cookout,” MaryBeth explained. “Burgers, dogs, cole slaw, fries made with Maine potatoes (the only kind to make), and cookies…lots of cookies.”

“Sound awesome,” Erik answered. Ben and already helped mow the lawn and get the chairs out for everyone. Dylan and Brad swept the deck and washed some of the chairs that had rain spots on them. The place was sparkling.

“Go have fun, guys. It’s your last day… swim or something,” MaryBeth encouraged them. She was happy as long as the five guys all stayed in their cute swimsuits. The view was perfect in her opinion.

“I need a good run,” Erik suggested to Ben. Erik grabbed his running shoes, a pair of Nike Daybreak running shoes and slipped them on. He looked a little strange standing there in his brief swimsuit with running shoes on.

“I think you need something else, too,” Ben replied.

“What do I need,” Erik replied before he stopped and blushed, realizing what Ben meant. “Don’t we all want that?” he finally replied with a chuckle. “Get your shoes on, let’s go put in six miles.”

“Aren’t you going to put shorts on?” Ben asked.

“No, why?” Erik replied. “I like running in swimsuits, feels free.” With that, Ben smiled and slipped on his own shoes, the same Nike Daybreak style that Erik had. He skipped the shorts, also. The two guys set off down the narrow drive at an easy pace. Ben in front, Erik a few feet behind, close enough he could grab Ben.

“Hey Erik, Ben, hold up,” Jack yelled. He came trotting down the drive, once again wearing his light blue swimsuit.

“You coming with us?” Erik asked with some excitement.

“Err, no. You guys run way faster than I could keep up,” he replied. Jack handed them a can of bug spray. “Here, guys, spray this on each other. It gets really buggy away from the water and in the woods.”

“Smells good, too,” Ben winced as Jack started spraying the stuff all over Erik’s back. The guys were quickly coated with the odor of bug repellent.

“Have fun,” Jack said as they headed out.

Back at the water, Brad and Dylan had each mounted wave runners. Brad still in the black fireworks swimsuit, Dylan still in the wild orange and yellow Speedo suit. Brad was enjoying the sensation of the vibrating machine between his legs, it felt so erotic and stimulating. Truth was, Dylan liked it, too. It was the same effect as a powerful motorcycle wedge between a guy’s legs, tight jeans, and a cute someone wrapped around the waist. Both guys had really started to fill out their swimsuits.

“Follow me,” Brad yelled to Dylan as he set off first. Dylan tucked in diagonally behind, but quickly pulled more to the left and almost off Brad’s left side, to avoid the toss of Brad’s wake. For whatever reason, Dylan admired how stunning the nearly naked, tight swimsuit clad Brad looked mounted on his colorful machine. His long legs wrapped around the saddle seat spreading forward to the foot rests, causing his tendons and muscles to look flexed and strong. Brad smiled to himself. Whatever he was feeling, it felt pretty good. With his right hand he held the handles, his left rubbed his crotch.


The sun was still high in the sky, but hanging slightly to the west. The cold front that had made the plane ride so eventful had no faded into the most amazing afternoon. A gentle wind, no humidity, and the lake was just wavy to give the guys a fun ride. They were headed east, way from the sun and with the wind. Brad had them out in the middle of the lake, the water a deep blue color, almost black. They were in the deepest part of the lake, probably 100 feet of water below them. Brad motioned for Dylan to ease up and tuck behind.

“What the f..k,” Dylan thought. Brad made a wide sweeping circle and then rotated the other way, the second loop fast and tight. His wave runner bounced and skidded on the waves. “Oh man, cool” Dylan thought as he tried to do the same. Dylan caught Brads wake on the tight loop, the wave runner bounced hard over the wake throwing Dylan up off the seat. He held the handles and screamed. He had caught full air, the machine right out of the lake, It landed at an angle and continued its powerful skid turn. “F..king awesome,” Dylan screamed to Brad, who was grinning a huge smile.

Jack cleaned up the backyard a bit, got the chairs out for the big cookout and generally kept himself busy. He so much enjoyed the guys being around that it felt quiet when they were gone. “They are having so much fun,” Jack thought to himself. He was jealous of their youth, the spontaneous friendships that could be formed over a cold beer in a bar. “Why was life so complicated as you got older,” Jack wondered. He was bare chest and barefoot, just his cute light blue swimsuit wrapping his most personal parts in. Jack never used the term bikini, but truth was he was wearing the perfect example of a conservative male bikini. That thought never crossed Jack’s mind as he rubbed his hand along his tight waistline, handsome male display, and amazingly athletic hips. Jack had other thoughts on his mind… the perfect solution to a quiet afternoon alone with MaryBeth.

The dirt road ended after about a mile, but a narrow trail continued on. Despite the shade, Ben and Erik had worked up quite a sweat, which had trickled down each of their chests and soaked the fronts of their swimsuits. Even the back of Ben’s suit was wet running down between his cheeks. Erik thought Ben looked so cute with his wet butt, flexing with each of his steps. Ben was a long stride runner, almost antelope like. Coach always yelled at him about efficiency, but truth was he won races just fine.

“Follow the trail,” Erik yelled up.

“Seriously,” Ben yelled back slowing to a trot. The string on his blue and white stripe suit bounced ever so softly atop his sweaty manhood bulge.

“What, are you chicken?” Erik said back with a huge grin.

“F you,” replied Ben as he tucked behind Erik, who was now 300 feet up the rutted logging trail.

Ben smiled as he watched the twitch of Erik’s let hip, a quirk of his running stride. In his shorts it was less noticeable, but in the tight yellow swimsuit if was clear. Erik had this weird, almost comical muscle flex in his left hip, which caused him to throw a cockeyed stride with his foot, landing just angled enough to give his footprints a distinct character. It wasn’t obvious, but if watched from behind, the distinct Erik stride was there.

“You run funny,” Ben teased him.

“Yeah, well you jack off funny,” Erik replied. The post adolescent male mind was pretty much a single track, much like the trail. The jostles started a rivalry of jabs that lasted a good two miles as the path meandered along the lake, above the lake, and at times alarmingly away from the lake. They crested a small rise and suddenly were high over a small and peaceful cove in the lake. A series of large rocks sat out in the water, perfect for sitting on. The two slowed to a near walk as the path meandered quickly down to the lake in a series of twists and turns.

“Will you stop it,” MaryBeth said coyly to Jack as she pulled a fresh batch of triple chocolate cookies from the oven. “I need to finish up these cookies.”

“I need to finish up some cookies, too,” Jack replied. He was now planted against her, arms around his cute wife’s waist. His erect manhood was pressing against her. MaryBeth knew Jack had something different than baking on his mind.

“He’s so cute when he is horny,” she thought. “He works so hard, I am so glad he is having fun,” she added to her thoughts. She let him explore her body, which made MaryBeth get a warm and tingly sensation, exactly the desire Jack wanted her to get. She rotated around, and now face to face, she and Jack embraced in a deep kiss and hug. They had plenty of time to finish up the work, best to enjoy the spontaneous interlude they were about to engage in. It brought back youthful memories.

Erik and Ben reached the rocky shore. The water was clear, the bottom of the lake rocky. The sun was now directly on them, their sweaty bodies glistening in the yellow light. Ben walked into the water, shoes and all. “Hey let’s go climb on that huge boulder,” he suggested to Erik. Ben led the way, Erik followed, also opting to leave on his running shoes. The water dropped off quickly, the big boulder about 50 feet out, but by that point they were up to their chests in water. The cold water felt great after their nearly four mile run.

“Not sure how we can get on this thing,” Ben said. “Maybe one of us can hoist the other up, then get pulled up?” The top was flat, but angled. Perfect for sitting, but the boulder was a good six or seven feet high. Erik listened and thought while he looked around at other rocks, seeking a better option. The only good ones were further out, clearly in deep water.

“We could swim out to that one,” Erik suggested and pointed to a flat top boulder about 100 feet out. “It looks like we can just swim right up to it.”

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Worth a try,” Ben replied. Ben decided to take off his shoes for the swim, reaching up and placing them on the top of the rock they were standing at.

“Good idea,” Erik said as he bent over and pulled his shoes off, as well. Ben had already set off on the short swim to the rock, his blue and white but bouncing in the water. Erik stood and waited to see if the idea would work.

“It’s perfect,” Ben yelled back as he stood atop the rock. He swam right up to it, and then just climbed out of the water onto the top of it. “It actually gets shallow again,” Ben explained. Erik smiled at Ben’s manly takeover of the boulder his wet suit clinging to him tightly.

Erik was quick across the 100 feet of water and joined Ben on the rock. The sky was back to clear blue, whatever was left of the front was far east. The sun felt amazing after the cold water. The rock was hard to lay back on, so the two guys sat side by side, bent at the waist, their long, lean legs stretched out in front of them. Ben’s drawstrings hung down between his legs. Erik’s suit had become slightly transparent, showing faintly his anatomy all wrapped up inside. Erik felt a bit naked, tugging at the material to let up on the show. The two guys looked out at the long lake. Off in the distance they could see two wave runners enjoying the summer sun.

“What a cool view,” Erik offered as the two guys sat. Erik slid his hand over Ben’s. “Just amazing.”

“Wicked,” Ben replied in a mock Northern Maine accent reflecting Maine’s universal word for cool or horrible. Erik laughed. The two embraced, holding each other for a few minutes. “Too bad we have to run back,” Ben finally broke the hold.

Shhh…let’s just enjoy this,” Erik replied. His suit now getting its darkness back.

Erik decided to tuck himself behind Ben, wrapping his legs around Ben, so that Ben sat between, Erik pushed himself against Ben’s back. Erik’s arms wrapped over Ben’s shoulders. The two sat in that position, sharing stores about the awesome week. As the talked, Erik slowly rubbed Ben’s chest and his pecs. Both guys were feeling sensually aroused, which Ben could feel against his back. It was a peaceful romantic capture of time alone. As much as the two guys could have turned it into an opportunity for sexual action, they opted instead for a deeper path, creating a greater sensual bond between them.

“I really thought we were goners in that plane,” Ben said as he rubbed Erik’s lower legs.

“Yeah, it was pretty wild,” Erik replied. His hand stopped, holding the left side of Ben’s chest. He could feel Ben’s heartbeat in his hand. “I could not imagine not getting to spend more time with you,” Erik added.

“Wow, thanks. I feel the same,” Ben replied. The two guys embraced, as best they could being wedged together as they were. They were both aroused, but neither opted to ruin the moment. Instead they just enjoyed each other’s embrace. Their swimsuits reflecting their attraction and lust, but their hearts held their love.

Jack was changed into a pair of shorts and a bright purple polo style shirt. He and MaryBeth both showered after whatever happened between them, the tight blue swimsuit now hanging by the shower rod, drying from its thorough washing. Underneath the shorts, Jack was wearing a red print Arena swimsuit, one MaryBeth picked out. They were still being amorous with each other, and Jack could well do it all over again, his body parts stirring inside the tight swimsuit under his shorts.

“We gotta get cracking,” MaryBeth said as she rubbed Jack’s butt.

“Okay, sweet,” Jack replied, knowing there was no chance at a replay. He also hated the fact that she was making him wear shorts, but he’d find a way to get out of them.

Dylan and Brad parked the wave runners on their respective lifts. After their horseplay on the lake, they had also found a private spot on the lake. Whatever happened there was between them, but like Ben and Erik, the bond between them had grown deeper. Dylan was sorting out in his mind all that had happened the last few days. It was a perplexing process for a young guy. His orange and yellow swimsuit was well filled out, especially as he thought of what they had just done.

“Time for us to get going,” Ben said, breaking the quiet moment between the guys. They each jumped back in the water, which was exactly what they both needed to bring them back to reality. Of all the moments on the lake, the one they just had was probably the closest and deepest. They each laced up their shoes and began the four mile journey back to the house. If ever there was a perfect final day for a vacation, this one had to be epic. A private beach, boats, a near death experience in a plane, and a peaceful capture of intimacy in a secluded cove.

They reached the house 25 minutes later, their suits all sweaty again. Their shoes were still soaked from the walk in the water. They raced up the driveway at breakneck speed running right out to the dock. Throwing caution to the wind, they both leaped into the lake to cool off, shoes and all, once again. Brad and Dylan laughed at the sight of them flying off the dock. The final night was about to begin.

[shaulis]

STS,
Wow, another fantastic chapter. I loved how you got all three couples showing a deeper love for one another. Jack and MaryBeth had some alone time away from the guys. We dont know exactly what Brad and Dylan did in the middle of the lake but we can guess why they were smiling as they docked their waverunners. Ben and Erik went for a run and got some alone time of their own in the lake, on a large rock. I await the next chapter in this story. Hope I didnt ramble on and this post makes sense.

[Dooley67]

STS,

I agree totally with shaulis on this chapter, especially the way you show the deepening relationships between the members of the three couples. I especially liked your passing reference to Zach and Ryan who will be appearing, I hope, in the next chapter so we can see them as the young kids that are of high school,and college age in your earlier stories. I'm waiting for more but I also know how much work goes into these chapters. A huge thank you.

D67

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The cookout turned out to be a larger group than any of the guys expected. Beyond Zach and Ryan and Ryan’s mom, several other friends from around the lake joined. But for the four guys and the two younger boys, the rest of the group was more aligned to Jack and MaryBeth in age, pleasant but older. They all knew Brad, one a lightly populated lake names and gossip travel fast. Brad was known on the lake as a very handsome and polite young man, albeit a little eccentric in his art. Cocktails and wine were flowing quickly, along with beer, which was readily accessible in big plastic tubs filled with ice. A last minute errand of Jack and Brad had secured the last 50 pounds of ice from the local general store. The rounds of introductions were made, everyone interested in what Dylan, Erik and Ben thought of their slice of Northern Maine. One rather free spirited older lady made no bones about sharing her attraction to the swimsuit clad guys. “Oh, I think I’ll take each of you home...” she said.

“She’s always a bit horny,” Jack whispered to Dylan after she practically gave Dylan her own hand job. Dylan couldn’t hold back the laughter. He’d never been propositioned by an “older lady” before.

“Isn’t there a movie about this,” Dylan replied to Jack, referring to “The Graduate.”

“Good one,” Jack replied. They clinked beer bottles. Jack liked Dylan’s sense of humor.

“So, what is with the shorts?” Dylan asked.

“The boss said I had to look grown up,” Jack replied. “You need to offer to go swimming, so I can get out of these things,” Jack added.

Zach and Ryan had just come home from a day at UMaine in Orono, a near three hour drive. They had gone down at 4 am, swam with the Maine State Advanced AAU team, a collection of the best swimmers from around Maine. They were not yet on the team, they were a year shy, but the coach of their local team wanted the AAU coach to see them. Despite the long day, the two boys, both just having finished the eighth grade, were as alert and active as they could be. Zach was definitely the more outgoing of the two, a gregarious personality that had the confidence of Mark Spitz when it came to swimming. Ryan, whom only Zach called Rye, was more reserved, self-assure but less outgoing. Rye was the quiet thinker of the two. Together they played off each other well.

“So, rumor has it you guys are quite the swimmers,” Brad said as he shook Zach and then Ryan’s hand. Zach and Ryan both had on matching team swimsuits, red and white Speedo brand suits with the catch name “Raiders” blazoned across the front. Ryan had his tied strings hanging out, Zach had his tucked in, but for the last inch of one of them.

“Oh, it’s not a rumor,” the rather cocky Zach replied. “We simply kick butt.” The two boys turned to each other and smirked. They were at precisely that cocky age, somewhere between boyhood and the flowing of manly urges and hormones. Zach was clearly overdosed in them, Ryan not quite at the same point. Every teacher’s nightmare, a raging eighth grade boy just full of himself. Brad smiled at the response.

Ryan had said little beyond hello. He was mesmerized by the handsome older guys all in swimsuits, the kind he liked. Ryan couldn’t help himself from checking each one of them out. It was only the second time Ryan had been this close to older guys in swim team style swimsuits and he was mesmerized by what he was seeing. Ryan was quickly responding on his own to what he was seeing. He especially liked Erik, the taller and more lean of the four guys. Erik had amazing legs, thought Ryan and he seemed really nice.

“Hey, can we ride the wave runners?” Zach asked any of the four older guys, breaking Ryan’s focus on the guys.

“Probably need to ask Jack or MaryBeth?” Erik replied.

Ryan ran off to ask. Jack was agreeable, as long as they had one of the older guys with them, and they could not drive. “Is it okay,” Ryan asked his mom.

“As long as you stay where I can see you guys,” she replied. “And no crazy stuff.”

“Thanks, mom,” the ever polite Ryan replied.

Erik took Ryan with him, Ben took Zach. They jumped in the water and slid the machines off the lifts. Erik made sure Ryan had his life vest on and he tested it to be sure it was snug, adjusting the straps a bit. Once he was sure Ryan was set, Erik got his on and hopped up on the wave runner. Ryan quickly jumped on behind him. He was full of youthful excitement. “You can hold onto the handles, or onto me, whichever is easier,” Erik offered. Ryan wrapped his arms around Erik’s waist. “This must be what it is like to be the big brother,” Erik thought to himself. Ben did the same with Zach, but opted for holding the handles. The engines started and the wave runners vibrated with power. Erik pressed the throttle and they zoomed out into the water. Ben and Zach followed.

“Let’s go fast,” Ryan asked, more demanded. Erik smiled and gave it more throttle, being mindful to not scare Ryan’s mom on shore. Ben followed, cutting a cross wake turn to move along side. The two young riders gave each other big smiles. Ben and Erik gave each other cute smirks. Their “little brothers” were having a blast. Whatever Ryan was feeling at the shore was washed away by the adrenalin rush of the ride.

“That was kick a..,” Zach said, trying to talk above his age. Ben and Erik laughed at the comment. He was clearly all fired up, as was his best friend. The wave runners never broke 35 MPH, but Ryan and Zach had themselves convinced they were doing “at least 80” out there. Their young exuberance became the life of the party.

The whole night was amazing. Light, lively and casual. The sun had set and darkness had solidly moved in. Zach and Ryan, had left a while ago, it was to be another early rise for swim team practice. Jack and MaryBeth took their Pontoon boat out for a ride on the lake and stopped by another couple’s house across the lake. Dylan and Brad had gone back to Brad’s house, taking Rex with them. They offered for all of the guys to go, but Ben and Erik opted to hang back. The appeal of some alone time on their last night was too enticing. With everyone gone, they turned off most of the lights, each grabbed one of the few remaining cold beers, and they meandered out to the end of the dock. It was a still, warm night. The sky was clear and in the darkness every star looked like a bright flashlight lit up against a black sky. A finger moon hung in almost center, but just slightly east.

The guys had changed swimsuits, getting out of the yellow and the blue and white. Ben was wearing a small and tight blue and gold Arena swimsuit, that he looked hot in. Ben had on a really handsome red print Speedo suit that looked bold and vibrant. Both suits clinged tightly to the two bodies, exactly what they both wanted. They sat side by side, feet hanging off the dock, just touching the water. They held hands, Ben’s left in Erik’s right.

“This is so peaceful,” Ben said quietly, almost a whisper. An occasional fish would splash in the water.

“Yes, it is,” Erik replied. “I can’t believe the week is over,” A tear trickled down the right side of his face. Ben saw it.

“Yeah, but we have so many memories,” Ben replied, taking Erik’s had and leading him to lay back on the dock. The two guys were now side by side, flat on their backs, looking up at the starlit sky, just their feet still hanging over the edge. Their swimsuits were displaying their manhood assets well, but neither was really looking down there. They did, however, feel the sensation of the tight swimsuits gripping them in a most sensual way. Ben turned his head and kissed Erik’s ear. Erik smiled and turned his head to face Ben. This led to a more passionate embrace of affection between them. It was one of their longest and deepest kisses ever, and it certainly lit a flame inside each of them. They sat back up and entangled themselves in a wrap of arms, exploring their most sensual spots on each other’s upper body. Their swimsuits were filling with anticipation, excitement, a powerful sexual energy that could only come from their youthful lust.

Erik’s hand wandered down Ben and felt between his legs, teasing him inside the tight swimsuit that was gripping his anatomy. He spread his legs a bit to give Erik more room to play. Ben was rock solid inside the suit, and he had quickly moved to a fully engorged state, his anatomy tantalized by all the stimuli going on all over his body. Ben played with Erik’s chest, Erik’s own body responding almost as fast as Ben’s, despite no direct stimulus by Ben down there.

“Oh man, I really like this,” Erik said to Ben. Erik slid Ben’s hand down lower on Erik’s body.

“Me, too,” Ben moaned.

“You feel strong and masculine,” Erik added, as he held Ben in his arms. Ben was shaking slightly with anticipation.

“You are making me crazy,” Ben replied. A loon cried out in the night. Ben chuckled. “What he said,” he whispered.

“Want to try something new?” Erik asked a very aroused Ben.

“Oh man, sure, what?”

What happened next was one of the most amazing experiences for both of them. The power of Ben’s release first, followed by Erik’s was more than either had ever done in their lives. When it was all over they laid back on the dock, breathless. “Awesome,” was the same word both of them used to describe what they had just tried.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

As the Pontoon boat neared the dock, they both dropped into the water, they pulled their swimsuits back up and tied them in the water. The boat drew near, slowly creeping in the dark lake. It’s red and green navigation lights directly visible in front of the guys. Jack lit the anchor lights, lighting up both guys standing in the lake.

“Late night swim?” MaryBeth asked.

“Just trying to take it all in,” Erik replied.
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The plane lifted off the lake gently, climbing effortlessly into the calm wind and clear sky. Jack leveled out at 1000 feet and did a circle over the lake, crossing back over the house. MaryBeth was on the end of the dock waving, she was staying for a few more weeks. Jack gave her the bob of the wings and the guys all waved, even though she could not see them. They all sat quiet taking in the last view of the water. Brad was out on his dock with Rex, as well. Jack bobbed the wings for him, too. The engine then powered up and the plane climbed, crossing over Maine route 11 again, and then heading south over the vast potato farms. The water and the trip behind them.

“So long, Maine” Erik said quietly.

Ben wiped a tear from his eye.

Dylan said nothing.

The end.

[shaulis]

STS,
l loved this chapter and the entire story. We got to hear from the younger Zach and Ryan again. We got to use our own imaginations to know what new experience Ben and Erik had on the dock and what Dylan and Brad did on their final night in Maine. I can only hope you write of Erik, Dylan and Ben again sometime in the future. Thank You for all the time you put into your stories that we love to read. I will reread your other stories until you think up another story. Thanks again.

Brian

[Dooley67]

STS,

What a wonderful ending to the story. It was great to get to know Zach and Ryan as early teenagers kind of like a prequel to the other stories when they were in college and on the swim team. The dialogue was so good and the suggestions of what Erik and Ben did and what Brad and Dylan did had just the amount of information to have the reader draw his own conclusions. A huge thank you for the work you put in - and hoping there will be more to come in the future.

D67

[solarguy]

Great story!! Thanks for all the work you put into it. I'm kind of sad that there will be no more chapters to look forward to!!

[Swimmboy]

This story was a joy to read from first chapter to last. Thanks for sharing this with us, and we all look forward to the next time you put 'pen to paper' with a new story!