The Tornados

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Note: This is the continuation of the string from "we need a new story". I started a new string to change the subject line to reflect the story. Anyone can contribute, just pick up on the chapter and run with it. However, since the characters in the story are high school age, please avoid direct and descriptive sexual acts or events due to the age. .



“Well, this is the big day,” Jimmy thought to himself as he woke up. The team had practiced for a couple weeks, today was their first swim meet. A small meet against cross town rival Riverside High School. A pep rally at 2:00 PM would lead off the event, followed by the meet at 4 PM. Jimmy was so excited he was about to jump out of his own skin.

“Hey dude, big day!” Bryan texted Jimmy. “Get on your swimsuit!” he texted a few seconds later.

“Packing it now,” Jimmy texted back.

The team meet suits were really amazing looking. They looked much like the practice suits, but they were more sleek, a tighter fit. Coach handed them out a few days ago, two per swimmer, and they swam in them yesterday for a short practice. The suits fit tighter and snugger than the practice suits, but Jimmy was past freaking out over the small size. He was now used to the tiny swim briefs, in fact he had grown to like them, even around girls. Maybe, especially around girls.

“Hey Nick, you up?” Jimmy texted. Jimmy smiled at the image of Nick in his tiny suit.

“Yup, barely,” came the reply. “I like no practice, We need to have more meets.” Nick added. Texting seemed to be the way everyone communicated.

Bryan stood in the bathroom, fresh out of the shower, his dark hair looked like a hurricane went through it, his face pink from the hot shower. He slipped on the race day team suit, admired himself in the mirror. He let the strings hand down, positioned himself perfectly into what he thought was a hot and sexy pose, his display somewhat aroused by the activity. His workouts were giving his upper body real definition, and he actually was showing some abs. He smiled at how hot he looked. When he was sure all was perfect, Bryan snapped a selfie through the mirror, the kind where you can see the camera. “Perfect!” he not so modestly thought to himself as he admired his own picture.

“Good morning Steph,” he texted as he sent the self picture zooming through cyberspace to seek out her phone. It was as close to “sexting” as Bryan could get without being illegal. “Ready for the big meet!” he added. He just as quickly slipped back out of the suit, cleaned up his hair, shaved the few straggling follicles from his chest and legs. He was ready to swim except for the seven hours of school that seemed to get in the way. The picture would end up on Steph’s face book page under the heading “Bryan showing off his stuff.”

“Hey dudes, don’t forget the pep rally today, wear your swim team shirts” Nick texted Bryan and Jimmy.

“Oh yeah, thanks,” Jimmy shot back,

“And you swimsuits…lol” Bryan texted to both of them. There was some truth in his tease.

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Despite the rules about texting in class, plans for the pep rally were set by a series of text messages between the swim team guys throughout the morning. Not much real learning was going on, but the scheme concocted for the rally would be talked about for weeks after. The rally was to celebrate the late Fall sports, mainly basketball, but the rest of the teams were included. With all the focus on the basketball team, the swim teams usually got lost in the commotion, but for their brief moment in the spot light. Not this year. At lunch the guys all gathered in the locker room near the pool. They had commandeered several thick black magic markers. They quickly shed their shirts and began to use the markers to decorate their chests, all part of the plan.

“You sure we should do this?” one of the guys asked.

“It will be awesome!” Nick answered.

“Yeah, but coach might get pissed or we could get expelled,” said George, another swimmer.

“How can we get expelled, we are going to be wearing our team uniform, and nothing we are doing is bad,” Bryan chimed in. “Are we doing this or not?”

The guys all did a team huddle and grouped hands in solidarity. “Tornadoes” they chanted.

It took about ten minutes of work, but when they were done, the theme was set, the plans made. “All right, we meet back here ten minutes before the rally to get changed,” came the direction from the team captain, a senior swimmer known for his mischievous side.

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The music was loud, the students packed the gym, both sides, spilling onto the floor. The teams were being introduced one by one. The swim team was last to go. The girls and guys would be introduced together, the girls would enter from the south side of the gym, the guys from the north. Both teams were decked out in their “Tornados” shirts, the guys in navy blue with white, the girls in white with blue. The guys had on their tear away nylon pants, the girls had on cropped leg shorts, both in dark blue.

“And now, the power of the pool, here comes your swim team…. The Tornados” came the announcement. The guys ran out in near perfect unison to the girls and they met in the middle. The lead guy motioned to the lead girl to do a swirl meeting, so they ran directly past each other and then circled around before lining up, the girls faced one side of the gym, the guys the other. It was their moment.

“Are your ready for some swimming?” the captain called out to packed gym. That was the signal. With that the guys ripped off their shorts to reveal the work of their black and red markers. They had spelled “Tornados R Hot” across their chests. Every guy had something on his chest, either a letter or an exclamation point. The crowd went wild as the bare-chested guys did a little dance forming an out facing circle.

“Looks like our swimmers had some extra plans,” the announced said, caught off guard by the unscripted action. “Let’s give them a big “Eastside High call out!” It was perfect. As the guys did their dance, “Go” came the command from the team captain. With that, the guys each grabbed the front of their pants and ripped them off, to reveal themselves in their team white swimsuits, the ones with the tornados up the center of the front and back.
The announcer was stunned, the crowd was wild. The girls were screeching at the hot and handsome guys doing the Tornado dance in their sweet white swimsuits. It was total chaos in the gym as the swim team stole the show. Even the girls swim team was lost in the display of creativity the guys had some up with.

“Okay, one last cheer for the swim team,” came the request from the announcer. With that the guys grabbed their shirts and pants from the floor and ran off to the gym wall where each of the teams was lining up. Every girl and a few guys in the gym followed their movement, catching more eye candy of the handsome and near naked swimmers. As they got to the wall, coach told them to quickly get dressed.

“Who came up with that idea?” Coach asked.

“Is he mad at us?” Jimmy whispered to Bryan.

“Not sure….” Bryan answered.

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"Coach is really going to be pissed", Jimmy and Nick said, almost in unison.

"I remember the first day of practice you told me that Coach is tough but fair and that you can always go and talk to him", Jimmy said to Bryan. "Maybe he'll just think it was funny and a great way to show everyone that swimmers have spirit and guts."

"I know I said that dude, but I don't know about this, maybe he's going to be pissed because we did it in the gym. Maybe he'll think that what we did was an embarrassment to the team."

"Coach wanted to know whose idea it was and nobody answered, I think that whatever happens, we don't put the blame on just one guy. We need to own up to what we did as a team," said Nick. Bryan, Jimmy, George, and all the other guys agreed that they would all stand together regardless of what Coach does.

Once the rally was over, Coach called the whole team into the locker room. The guys didn't know whether he was going to ream them out or tell them the stunt was funny and showed school and team spirit which was what the guys intended. They all stood there in the locker room waiting for Coach and feeling really nervous. "It'll be just my luck", Jimmy said, "I'm finally on the swim team, feeling OK about wearing the tiny team suits, even around girls, and Coach is going to come in and blast us, especially the freshmen just to make a point."

"Jimmy, that's crazy, we don't know what Coach is going to do and since we're all going to take responsibility as a team, whatever he does, he'll treat all of us the same", said Nick.

Hearing that from Nick seemed to make Jimmy feel a little better, a little less scared, a little more protected. "Why does Nick always make me feel better, why do I always look to him for support, why do I always like how he looks, especially in the tiny team suits? Bryan's my best friend since we were kids, why don't I feel the same way about him? I just don't understand it", thought Jimmy as they waited for Coach.

Coach came into the locker room as all of the guys were gathered, waiting for their punishment? praise?, they just didn't know.

"That was quite a stunt you pulled in the gym during the rally," Coach started. "No swim team of mine has ever done that in all the years that I've been coaching. It turned the rally upside down and created a real uproar among your fellow students."

Coach hadn't given the team any clue as to what he thought about what they had done. So far, what he said could be taken both ways, good or bad.

Coach continued, "I appreciate that you wanted to show team spirit and in a unique way. It's obvious that you all were in this together and that both upper class men and lower class men were included. You acted in a way that shows that you're a team, that you'll work together as a team, and that you haven't blamed any one person. That's team spirit and that's how a team bonds."

Jimmy, Bryan, Nick, George and the rest of the guys heaved a collective sigh of relief as they heard what Coach had said. Nobody said a word, they just listened.

"But", Coach began, "there's a time and place for everything and the school gym during a pep rally was not the place for stripping down to your team suits like you're the Chippendales (nobody dared to laugh) with 'Tornadoes R Hot' written on your chests."

"Here it comes", Jimmy whispered to Bryan.

"Today is not the day, however, for punishment, you've got your first meet of the season coming up tonight, and I really believe that you meant well. Your job is to grow up, make mistakes, be called on them by me or another adult, learn from your mistakes, and then move on. My job is to teach you what's appropriate behavior for a member of my swim team. So there won't be any suspensions, detentions or other consequences of your actions today. But be prepared for a long and hard practice tomorrow. And think about why what you did wasn't appropriate for the time and place. And let's have a great first meet of the season. Be ready to warm up at 3:00."

With that, the coach left the locker room. He didn't storm out, he didn't just saunter out, he walked out and none of the guys knew how he really felt because, above all, Coach plays his cards very close to his chest and that itself is very disconcerting for the guys, especially today.

"I can't believe that he's not going to punish us and that he really didn't ream us out so bad", said Jimmy to Nick and Bryan.

"He's going to punish us alright, just you wait until practice tomorrow", Bryan said.

"He certainly will", agreed Nick. "But for now, let's make sure we have an awesome meet today."

"You know", Jimmy said to Nick and Bryan, "Coach never even asked whose idea this was."

.....to be continued

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The bell rang at 2:40PM. It couldn’t have come soon enough for the guys on the swim team. By the end of the last class of the day, they were all about to burst out of their bodies with excitement over the first meet of the season. It was a regional meet at Gulf Coast High, a 45 minute bus ride. The bus would leave exactly at 2:45. It would arrive at 3:30 at the meet host school, giving the guys a short thirty minutes to get ready for the meet, which started promptly at 4.

“Go, go go,” said Nick to Jimmy as they dashed from Algebra class to the locker room. The two guys rushed from the farthest corner of the school to the pool locker room. They grabbed their swim bags and darted out the door.

“I gotta take a piss,” Jimmy said as they darted from the locker room.

“Hold it dude, no time.” Nick replied.

“I can’t,” jimmy shouted back as he bee lined to the urinals. He quickly unbuttoned his jeans, yanking himself out the fly and letting his body free of what seemed like a gallon of liquid.

“Damn, at least you are well hydrated,” Nick teased. “Guess you couldn’t hold it.” he laughed.

The guys got on the bus and grabbed a seat six back from the front. It was a dual meet, so the bus was loaded with both teams. Bryan was sitting with Stephanie, the blossoming relationship was clearly going well.

“That was funny what you guys did at the rally,” Stephanie was saying to Bryan as the guys grabbed the seat in front. “You sure did surprise everyone.”

“Yeah, coach was pretty upset about it.” Bryan replied.

“How come?” Steph asked. “We all thought it was fun.”

“Guess he was not happy about us striping to our swimsuits. He said it was not the place for that.” Nick chimed in.

“Yeah, I guess our swimsuits are only for the pool.” Jimmy added.

“Not like you were naked. If we go to meets we see you in the same suits. Heck the basketball team wears their shorts.” Steph responded. “It’s not like you were naked.”

“Pretty close,” one of the other girls on the team interrupted. “I mean it was cute, but…” she did not finish.

The guys and girls got themselves all psyched up fro the meet. They started doing some cheers on the way, carrying on like a team that was ready to show they were the dominant swimmers in the pool. The enthusiasm was contagious, electrified. It was funny how a bunch of normally too cool for cheers athletes became caught up in the excitement of the chants and rhymes of cheering. They were all young adults acting like pre-teens. It was a fun display of the fun of youth.

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“Okay guys, we got no time. We need to dash in, get in the showers and wash these letters off our chests,” the team captain said. “Go as fast as you can. Coach wants all of us on deck by quarter of. First event swimmers in the warm up as soon as we get there. The bus was pulling in the Parking lot of Gulf Coast High’s amazing athletics complex. The school was new, just two years old. The pool was a full fifty meter outdoor pool, a rare find at the high school level. The school reeked of affluence, a product of its setting in a wealthy beach town where the average home sold for over half a million, and the beachfront ones were well in the millions.

As soon as the bus stopped, the swimmers darted from the bus. The guys dashed to the locker room, ripping off their shorts as they ran. The bright black and red letters still emblazoned on their muscular, defined chests. Within seconds, every guy had shed all of his clothing and were in the showers. They lathered up their chests with the soap, scrubbing away at the letters. The red outlines quickly rinsed away, the result of the dry erase markers they had used. That was were the easy ran out.

“Any of you guys getting the black off?” called out one of the swimmers. “Mine are not washing off at all.”

“My red is off, but I can’t get the black off,” came a reply.

“Me too,” answered another.

“What the hell?” whimpered Bryan. “This is not good.”

After five minutes the best that had happened was some of the guys had at least faded the color a slight bit, but the black letters were still clear as ever.

“We are screwed,” said Jimmy.

Bryan ran from the shower and quickly put on his swimsuit. An “O” proudly displayed on his chest. He shot out to the pool deck and looked around for Stephanie. Spotting her, he ran over. “Steph, how do you get make up off. We can’t get the letters to wash off.” Bryan asked her frantically. “You gotta help.”

“What did you guys use?” she asked.

“I don’t know, I think they were those thick Sharpie markers, you know, the fat ones.”

“You guys didn’t use body paint?” she asked.

“What is body paint?” Bryan asked. “Forget it, we don’t have time. What do we do.”

“It’s gonna take lots of work to get those off if you did use Sharpies. Those are permanent.”

“Crap! Coach is gonna be really mad now,” Bryan responded. “Damn it!”

It was already quarter of when Bryan went back in to the locker room. “Any luck?” he asked.

“Not much,” one of the guys replied. “I think we are stuck.”

The guys finally headed out, their wet bodies glistening from the showers, their white and blue swimsuits wet and clinging to them. They were certainly the most muscular looking team of the guys at the meet, a direct result of coach’s weight workouts. None of that mattered, though. All that everyone saw was a group of guys with big black letters on their chests.

Coach looked up as the guys walked toward him A shocked look came over his face. “Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, boys, you need to go get those letters washed off, and right now!” Coach ordered.

“We tried, coach. They won’t come off. We did everything!” the team captain responded. Coach stared at the young man standing there is a big old "S" on his chest, directly above his tight and showy swimsuit. Coach just glared at the handsome young man.

“Oh this is just great,” Coach replied. He turned and looked away from the team. Part of him wanted to laugh at their youthful ignorance of using real markers. The other part of him contemplated how to deal with the situation. His first concern was whether there was any penalty for wearing body decorations to a meet. The guys looked at each other, confused as to what was coming next.

The girls team took it all in, as did a few of the other teams. "Boys will be boys" one of the young ladies remarked. A wave a laughter took over.

No one was sure what the next move should be.

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While the girls team and some of the other teams laughed at the boys' predicament, Bryan yelled, "damn, what are we going to do? How do we get permanent marker off? Who's the genius who got the black Sharpies in the first place?"

"Bryan" Nick interrupted, "this is no time to worry about who got the markers. We have to figure out a way to get the letters off us."

With that, the guys got back in the showers, took their towels, soaped them up and started scrubbing themselves in hopes of either erasing all of the black or lightening it as much as possible.

"You know", Jimmy said as he scrubbed his chest and stomach, "our chests are going to be so red from scrubbing them with rough towels, that the black lettering might not even show."

George replied, "nice try, Jimmy, we may turn all red, but if the black isn't gone, the redness of our chests will NOT cover it up."

Meanwhile, Coach went looking for the coach of the Gulf Coast team as well as the head referee for today's meet. He needed to get a ruling on whether the team would be disqualified and therefore forfeit because of the lettering. This hadn't happened before so he really didn't know what the official rule was.

Coach approached Rod Bennett, the coach of Gulf Coast and Bob Neiman who was the head referee for the meet.

"Good to see you both, the first meet of the season is always exciting for the kids, and to be honest, for me too", Coach Stan said. But, we have a "situation" here that I need to get a ruling on. My guys really pulled a crazy stunt at the pep rally. They pulled off their swim pants and shirts leaving only their team suits on, and on their chests in red and black marker, the words "Tornados R Hot." I reamed them out for it, but they really meant well, and I know they feel like they disappointed me."

"That really must have caused quite the commotion at the rally", laughed Rod. "What did you do."

"Well, as I said, I reamed them out and told them to be ready for a long, hard practice tomorrow, but I also said that even though they were showing team spirit and team bonding, the time and place were wrong. To their credit, they all took responsibility for the stunt without blaming any individual."

"So, Stan, what's the ruling that you need?", Bob asked.

"The guys have discovered a situation that they hadn't planned for. When they came into the locker room, they all went in the showers to wash off the lettering. Apparently the red came off very easily, but the black didn't. Come to find out, they used permanent black markers on their chests and they can't get it off. They're in the showers right now scrubbing themselves silly with soapy towels to try to get it off. Looks like they're going to scrub their skin raw. The ruling I need is this - is there anything in the rules that would disqualify swimmers for having lettering on their bodies?"

Bob and Rod laughed, "this is something I've never come across, what do you think, Bob?"

Bob replied, "it's never come up for me either and I don't believe there's anything in the rule book prohibiting it. How do you think we should handle it Stan."

"Well, I'd hate to have the whole team disqualified and forfeit their first meet of the year. They're so psyched up for it and I think that's part of the reason they did this in the first place. But maybe we should make them squirm just a little bit to make a point. What do you guys think?"

"I'm OK with that" Rod said. "How about you Bob"

"I'm fine with it, they're just over enthusiastic kids, not too bright to use permanent markers, but no harm really done. Let's let them keep scrubbing and Stan, you go check on them but don't let on that the meet will go in as scheduled. Give them 5 more minutes and then tell them when time's up they need to be on deck."

"Thanks guys, I appreciate your understanding," said Stan. All three of them chuckled as Stan headed for the locker room.

"How're you doing?" Coach asked in a stern voice.

The captain answered for all of them, "Coach, we're really trying our best, but it's just fading a little. We're really sorry." All the guys nodded in agreement.

"OK guys, 5 more minutes, that's it. Be on the pool deck in 5 minutes."

Coach left the locker room giving no hint about what he, Bob and Rod had agreed to. In the locker room, as the guys continued scrubbing, Jimmy said, "are we going to be DQ'ed and miss the first meet of the year, my first high school meet?"

"Who knows," said Nick, "we'll find out soon enough. We got 2 minutes left."

The two minutes went by quickly. The guys all left the showers and headed for the pool deck, not knowing what was going to happen and not knowing what their fate was to be.

....to be continued

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Four schools were competing in the swim meet. The 200 Medley Relay was the first event on the docket. The meet was a combined varsity and junior varsity meet, both genders, which meant 44 different events, swimming only. Nick, Jimmy and two other guys were the medley team for the JV team. Jimmy would compete in three events of the maximum four allowed under the state athletic board rules. As the guys lined up at the deck, the efforts of their work clearly did not show. They had successfully only slightly faded the letters on their chests, and with all the scrubbing had also successfully made their skin red, except for Carlos and Briante, whose skin color hid the letters and the redness better than on the rest of the guys. The four guys spelled out D-O-E-S as they stood lined up. That got quite a round of laughter, the guys were not sure what the laughter was for.

The coach from Lakes High School had not seen the chest war paint of the team. “Wait a minute,” he called to the officials. “They can’t have their chests painted up like that, I am calling violation!” he was emphatic.

Bob came over. “Calm down Ted, I already discussed it with Stan. Let me explain.” Ted listened as Bob walked him through the whole sequence of events. “So, in the end, we checked the rules and there is really nothing on this one. I say it is no harm, no foul. Let’s let this go.”

“I don’t agree. There is a rule on intimidation and a rule on attire. They have to wear regulation swimsuits and they can’t do anything that inappropriately intimidates the other teams. I think this squarely falls into those two,”

“Look, Ted, it’s not clothing, its magic markers and by what I can see they are all in regulation swimsuits, maybe a little too small if we pushed it, but still regulation. As for intimidation, are your young men really intimidated by a bunch of marker letters on the chests of the other team? Pretty weak stretch if you ask me,” Bob replied. “Now, lets just get on with the meet. We are already ten minutes late and we have lots of swimming to get done.”

“No, I am fine if they swim, but you give them a ten point penalty.”

“I’ll think about it Ted, but I think I am standing firm on this one. You can appeal if you want after the meet.”

“What do you think is his problem? Jimmy asked Nick as they stood waiting, watching the exchange between the coach and the official.

“Not sure, bet its about our letters though,” Nick replied.

The four guys looked really cute standing there in their race day swim suits, the team letters on their chests. Roger had already gotten in the pool, ready to mount the starting rails to begin the backstroked leg. Jimmy checked the strings of his swimsuit, pulling them loose and retying them. It was his first swim meet and he was a little self aware, standing there in the tight and tiny swimsuit. Some friends from school had made the trip down to watch the meet, and his mom was also in the stands. Jimmy had never modeled his swimsuit for his mom, this being her first time seeing him in such a tiny swimsuit. Sure she had seen him in his boxer briefs before and in his jammers, but nothing as tight and tiny as his white and blue team swimsuit. As naked as he felt, Jimmy did not feel awkward, he actually enjoyed the way he looked in the swimsuit, the way it molded to his body. He even liked how it showed a nice bulge in front. Jimmy actually turned and faced the crowd straight on and waved. Jimmy was proud of his body, his manhood, and they way he was building up a nice chest and upper body. Jimmy felt like he was a pretty nice looking guy, especially in his swimsuits.

“Okay, swimmers take your mounts,” the announcer called, after the national anthem finished playing. Our first event is junior varsity 200 Team Medley” the announcer called out. With that the race was quickly underway. Jimmy had the free leg, the three remaining young men cheered loudly as Roger swam faster than he had ever swam before. Roger didn’t finish first, but he was a solid second, a near full body gap to the third. Each of the subsequent swimmers had similar great swims against a really strong Gulf Coast team of gifted athletes. When it was all done they had come in a solid second. The guys were somewhat let down, but Coach was happy. Lakes high took the bottom slots,

The pool complex at Gulf Coast was amazing. Two full length pools, a separate dive well and a smaller warm up pool. It was the type of complex reserved for only the best colleges, but came with the wealth of the Gulf Coast community. It was, by far, the most expensive school in the state to build, the swimming complex donated entirely by a wealthy alumnus. Between sets, the guys would wander over to watch the girls team, which was competing in the Sydney Pool, the guys swam in the London pool. The pools were named after recent Olympics. Most of the swimmers would put on shorts over their swimsuits between sets. Jimmy opted not to.

Jimmy really enjoyed being in just his swimsuit. Far from his early trepidation over how tiny and skimpy the suits were, he was glad he had been forced out of the jammers. To be sure, he liked the fit of the jammers, but truth told, he really liked the way the jammers outlined his body. Briefs, especially the tiny Agon race briefs were a whole new experience. Jimmy had come to love just wearing them, showing off his body in ways he never thought he ha the courage to do before. Unlike the other guys, who seemed to want to hide their masculine features, especially their bulging crotches, Jimmy had come to love that part of wearing his swimsuits best. In fact, at home alone, in his room, he’d often just wear his swimsuit to hand out and study, which often led to other acts of self discovery that he would never admit to.

Jimmy was starting to accept that he was not like the other guys. They all wanted to go watch the girls team, and talked about how cute some of the girls were, even getting downright blunt about their lustful thoughts. Jimmy followed along, but his eyes stayed on the guys as he stood there watching. “He is really cute,” were thoughts that raced through his head as he took in several especially handsome guys. He liked girls and all, but for some reason they did not have the same effect on him. As they watched, Jimmy noted that only Nick and he were the two guys not wearing shorts or nylon sport pants, well at least the only two from their team.

Nick’s eyes were wandering over to the guys events, just like Jimmy’s. They both wandered back toward the guys pool. “Did you see the Gulf Coast senior, the fly swimmer?” Nick asked.

“No, why?” Jimmy replied.

“Check him out, he’s got more muscles than you and I combined, dude can kick a..,” Nick replied.

“Look at the blonde kid from Lakes. He’s really amazing,” Jimmy added. “I mean he’s tall, lean and his legs are awesome,” Jimmy added. “There he is,” Jimmy continued, pointing him out.

“Wow, he is tall,” Nick added. “He must be six five at least. But their swimsuits suck.”

The tall blonde swimmer saw the two of them and walked over. “Hey, what’s with the letters?” he asked as he approached. Jimmy almost blushed as his thoughts and eyes went right to the young man’s anatomy.

“Oh man, crazy story…” Nick started. The three guys stood and chatted and laughed as the two swimmers shared the events of the day.

“That’s really funny,” the lean blonde swimmer responded to the story. “I figured it had to be something crazy like that.. Hey, good luck today, I’m going to check out the girls team,” with that he walked away.

Jimmy and Nick both turned. Jimmy was feeling tight in his tiny swimsuit. “He sure he is cute,” Jimmy said softly, but aloud, to himself. He did not realize he had actually spoken the words.. Jimmy’s hands rubbed down his legs as he bent at the waist for a second, enjoying how he felt and looked in the hot swimsuit. Jimmy smiled at how amazing his own bulge looked. He wasn’t hard, just aroused, which really filled out the tiny suit well. Nick was feeling and looking about the same.

“What did you just say?” Nick asked. He was sure what he had heard.

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"What did you just say," Nick asked not in an accusing or angry tone, but in a tone that said he couldn't believe what he just heard.

"Does Jimmy have the same feelings that I have," Nick thought. "I thought that I was the only one who looked at other guys and admired the way they looked in their tiny suits, especially their bulges," he pondered.

"Busted," Jimmy thought. "But I don't even understand why I said that, no I do understand why I said that he looks cute in his swimsuit, but to say it out loud, now what am I going to do. How am I going to answer Nick's question."

Nick asked the question again and in a rare show of adolescent maturity, he said, "Jimmy, it's OK, I just want to make sure I heard you right." What Nick also was thinking was , "there's someone else like me who looks at other guys."

Jimmy blushed the color of a fire engine - this conversation was making him very nervous - but he decided to just come out with it, "you heard me right, Nick, I just didn't realize that I said it loud enough for you to hear. I usually just think those kind of thoughts. But I never imagined that I would say something like that to another guy."

What Jimmy wanted to say but didn't was, "I sometimes have those thoughts about you, Nick."

Nick took this all in and and didn't answer right away. After what seemed to be an hour to Jimmy, but really only about 30 seconds, Nick said, "dude, you know I turned around too and looked at that tall blonde guy as he walked away. It wasn't just you who looked, and I was thinking the same thing that you said."

What Nick thought but didn't ask was, "Does Jimmy look at me the way he looked at that tall blonde guy?"

Jimmy was shocked but also relieved when he heard what Nick said. "So you're not mad at me because I said that guy looked cute, you're not going to rat me out to Bryan and George and the guys, and the coach?"

"Hey, Jimmy, why would I do that, you're my buddy, and anyway, how can I say something about you if I felt that way too?"

Jimmy thought about this long and hard. He really appreciated the loyalty Nick was showing toward him, but more important, ever since he had feelings of attraction to Nick, he never thought that it was a topic that could be talked about. And he expected they'd talk about it some more. Maybe.

After a few minutes, to break the tension, Nick said, "we have more swimming to do so we better end this conversation and get ourselves ready for the next event."

With enormous relief, Jimmy said, "yeah, let's get going, I think we're up pretty soon."

The next event was the boys' 200 free. Bryan and George were swimming this event. The tall, lean blonde swimmer whose name was Jeff, the one that Nick and Jimmy had talked with and then followed with their eyes, was also in this event for Gulf Coast and was considered to be a top freestyler not only because of his height, but because of his strong stroke and kick.

It was going to be a hard fought race because both Bryan and George were pretty strong in their own right. The other 3 lanes were filled by 2 jv swimmers from Gulf Coast and one from Lakes High who were swimming the race as exhibition. The swimmers took their mark and were off at the gun. Jeff got off to a strong start with a good dive and quickly took the lead. Bryan was in second with George following behind. The jv exhibition swimmers were giving George a run for his money. Jeff had a strong turn and at the 50 was a body length ahead of Bryan. Bryan was trying to keep pace swimming as hard as he could, making good turns and keeping Jeff from getting more than the one body length lead. In the stands, Nick and Jimmy cheered Bryan on hoping that he would catch and then overtake Jeff, but it was not to be. Bryan slowed down in the last leg of the race and Jeff won by almost 2 lengths. But Bryan was satisfied because he had beaten his best time by 2 seconds. And George got a personal best as well.

Jimmy and Nick were really excited for their teammates and something that neither would tell the other, when the swimmers climbed out of the water, their eyes focused on Jeff, especially on his bulge. And in so doing, each one of them felt the stirrings in their bulging crotches.

"What is going on here?" each of them thought as they looked at each others' tiny suits get tighter.

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“You had an awesome meet,” Jimmy said to Bryan as they boarded the bus to head home. The meet was done. The team came in second. A solid second.

“Yeah, I just wish we could have won,” Bryan replied. “Gulf Coast is just too good.”

“They have an amaze team,” Nick chimed in with youthful texting generated language.

“Stephanie, your team did great,” Bryan turned to the cute girl sitting next to him. “You ladies really did come close to beating the best team in the state,” Stephanie smiled.

“Okay team, we had a great meet. Several of you topped your best times. This will be the toughest team we swim against all year. The great news is we held out own and we came in second, solidly ahead of Lakes, which is also a great team,” said the coach. The girls team coach added similar comments.

“Okay, guys, we got off with just a warning from the officials about your letter fiasco. But, here is the deal. First, we will have dual practice all week,” Coach announced. There were groans from across the bus.

“Alright, it could be worse. We could have had to forfeit the meet, luckily the officials had a sense of humor. Second, we will do four hours of community service at the food bank packing boxes. Details to come.”

None of the guys said a word. They knew when to be quiet, and this was one of those moments. There were looks at each other, grimaces, and a few hand gestures got made behind the bus seats, but the team stayed quiet. “You know, he is right. We did almost screw up bad,” Bryan said to whoever was listening.

“Yeah, I guess so,” came the reply. The bus started up and headed away from the meet. Bryan had his arm around Stephanie. Nick and Jimmy sat side by side. It was a pretty quiet ride home.

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Nick laid in bed that night, thinking. It was a fitful night. It all started after the meet when he got home. Nick ate dinner quickly, hardly talked of the meet. He had confusing thoughts on his mind. After the late dinner, Nick headed off to his room to do homework. Nick was a really studious young man, he had his eyes on pursuing drama at one of the really good arts programs, a talent he discovered at a young age in school plays. He had just begun a youth acting program at one of the local theater organizations. The best part of acting for Nick was the chance to be somebody he wasn’t in real life. He most enjoyed flamboyant and outgoing roles that stretched his mind and his capability. He loved the ability to be who he wanted to be. When he was on stage, he was the Nick he dreamed of. Just like the Nick on swim team.

It was late when Nick finished his homework. Almost eleven. He texted Jimmy. “You still up?” When he got no reply back, he laid back on his bed and stared at the posters of Ryan Lochte and Michael Phelps on his wall, along with the poster of Robin Williams from Mrs. Doubtfire. In three bigger than life posters were the men he admired most. One, of course, was no longer around, a recent and very tragic death that had rattled Nick to his core. Nick smiled as he thought of and looked at each one of the posters. Phelps with his always serious look, Lochte in his always flamboyant swimsuits, this poster he was in white, daring white. Williams with his ability to make people laugh. Nick wanted to be all of them.

Nick was wearing one of his Speedo swimsuits, a solid black with gold print splice side panel on the right side. It was a remnant from his Summer swim team, whose colors were black and gold. Nick often hung out at home in his swimsuits, something he started a year or so ago. No particular reason, just liked how they felt on him. He wasn’t bashful about it. He didn’t hide in his room, he actually wore them around the house. Some guys wore basketball shorts around the house, Nick wore swimsuits. His sister thought it was a bit weird, but then she thought Nick was weird. His mom just figured it was a phase and ignored it. Tonight, he wore a gold T-shirt and the Speedo, the T-shirt now tossed over his desk chair.

Nick’s mind was racing from the comment Jimmy had said. Nick had never confided in anyone that he thought he was different from most guys. As much as he tried, Nick was just not attracted to the girls like the rest of the guys were. He didn’t get boners looking at nude pictures on the internet. He didn’t get all hard when he saw a cute girl. He thought girls were cute, even fun to be around, it wasn’t like he didn’t like girls. He just didn’t like them the way his friends did. When they started to talk about sex, which at is age was just that, talk and bravado all in fiction, he just made stuff up. Nick acted like he wanted to “do it” with the hot girl du jour, but it was just that, acting. He was good at it. Nobody knew the real story. Nobody but Nick.

Nick rubbed his hand along his chest and admired how the tight black swimsuit outlined his body. He loved how guys looked in swimsuits. The way the suit molded around their packages, displaying not just their bulges but also their muscular legs all the way up and the muscles just below the abs leading down to their sex parts. He had no idea what those muscles were called, but every great swimmer had them. Nick’s eyes wandered to the picture of Phelps in his vintage look Speedo. He loved how that suit molded to Michael’s body. The confidence of the athlete standing there in a full exposure of masculine beauty. Of the two swimmers on his wall, Michael was the hottest. Nick spent many nights getting turned on by that poster. Tonight was another one.

“Could Jimmy be like me?” Nick thought to himself. “It sure sounds like it,” he answered his own question. There was something about Jimmy that Nick found fascinating. He knew it from the first day they met, not all that long ago. It was an attraction Nick had never felt before. Oh sure, they were both swimmers and they had a lot in common, but it wasn’t the same feeling as other guy friends. Jimmy seemed deeper, a connection that was hard to explain. “Plus, he is really cute,” Nick thought. His hand rubbed across the bulge of his black and gold Speedo. He felt the tingle of excitement inside. Nick started to get really erect. He loved the feeling of being erect in his swimsuits. Nick gently caressed himself, not just that part, but all over his body. He was finding places that seemed to make him feel more desiring.

Nick had never thought about doing anything with a guy, at least not that he was ready to admit to himself. That was starting to change. Nick was starting to wonder more about what would be sexually arousing for him. Just as his guy friends fantasized about what sex with a girl was like, or even just kissing a girl, Nick was starting to wonder what it would be like to tough a guy’s chest, hold his hand, or even maybe hug. He had not gotten past that point, yet. Thoughts of Jimmy would take him there. Nick closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the tight swimsuit. He opened them and admired his own bulging anatomy as he glanced across his chest to the bigger than ever mound of black lycra between his legs. Over the course of the next several minutes, Nick would bring himself to a climatic finish, but this time it was stimulated not by the poster on his wall, but by the desires of his attraction.

The alarm clock came way too early. The first of the double sessions was about to begin. The black and gold Speedo was now tossed to the side of the bed. “You awake,” was the text message waiting for Nick on his phone. Jimmy was awake. “Make friends with your fav Speedo,” came the next line. “We are going to be wearing them all day…lol” Jimmy then shot a selfie of himself in his practice swimsuit. Nick smiled at the photo. He grabbed his own swimsuit and headed to the shower.

Practice started in thirty five minutes. Nick had to rush to get ready. He heard his phone vibrate with a new text, just as he stepped in the shower.

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As Jimmy roused himself out of bed, he thought' "how am I going to get through 2 practices every day, I could barely drag myself out of bed this morning? It could be worse, though, coach could have been really angry and given us a worse punishment."

As Jimmy was putting on his blue Sporti suit, his thoughts drifted to Nick which happened most mornings since he met him at the beginning of swim season. Jimmy loved the Sporti; it made him feel very masculine, the low cut, the small sides, and while pulling the suit up and thinking about Nick, he felt his manhood growing. He liked the way it felt and especially because it was tied to how he felt about Nick.

First thing after getting dressed, Jimmy texted Nick, "you awake? Make friends with your fav Speedo. We are going to be wearing them all day...lol." Then Jimmy sent a selfie over to Nick of himself in the blue Sporti.

After sending the selfie, Jimmy began to think about why he did that. He knew that Bryan sent selfies to Stephanie but that was a guy sending pictures to a girl that he really liked and who really liked him. He was sending a picture of himself nearly naked in a tiny swimsuit to another guy. "What am I doing, what was I thinking?" Jimmy asked himself.

Jimmy had never felt about anyone, either a girl or another guy, the way he felt about Nick. He loved the way he looked in his Speedo, loved to talk to him and joke around, and felt like he wanted to hang out with him all the time. "Is this normal or crazy or weird?" He just didn't know.

Ever since Jimmy hit puberty he had felt an attraction to other guys. When he saw a guy on TV or in a movie or even someone at school, he got this fluttery feeling in his stomach, a sort of stirring in his man parts, and he felt himself getting a hard, not fully hard, but he certainly found himself growing. And when it was Nick, the feeling was even stronger.

Before he joined the swim team he had never worn a tiny suit and the team suits were really snug and sleek. He felt like he could hide a boner in the boxer type suits, but in the speedo type suits, there was no place to hide. Like when he and Nick were sitting in the bleachers watching Bryan swim the 200, they were wearing just their team suits, no shorts or shorts. Jimmy was distracted by his closeness to Nick and felt himself starting to throw a boner, enough so that he tried hiding his bulge with his hands. "Thank God when the race was over, I could jump in the warm-up pool and things naturally settled down," Jimmy thought.

"But what about that selfie I sent to Nick?" Jimmy thought. Is Nick going to be mad at me or does he feel that way too and about me?" Little did Jimmy know that Nick was asking himself this same question.

Jimmy always had a hard time when he tried to figure this all out. He reached a point when he just couldn't think about it anymore because he felt like he was getting to a dead end. He thought, "why does this have to be so complicated? "Nick is my buddy, why can't I just look at him as a good friend who I like to hang out with?" But deep down, Jimmy knew it wasn't as simple as that. Bryan was his buddy, George was his buddy, but it was different with Nick. Jimmy knew that to him, Nick was more than just a friend. Could he dare to think that it was like saying that a girl was more than a friend? Could he dare to think that it was OK to see another guy as more than just a friend?

It was getting late, he had to grab a quick breakfast and get to swim practice and he couldn't let this distract him during practice. "I have to be able to give 100% during practice, I can't let myself be distracted." Jimmy reasoned. But first, he needed to send another text. "Nick", Jimmy texted, "we need to talk, I have something I need to tell you and something I need to ask you."

Just as Nick stepped into the shower, he heard his phone vibrate with another text. Being in a hurry, Nick would pick up the text later after his shower.

....to be continued

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Jimmy had grabbed his breakfast and then dashed out the door for the first morning of the two-a-day practices. Bryan, who was already 16, had his driver's license and Jimmy waited outside to be picked up. Bryan showed up a couple of minutes later and Jimmy hopped into the car.

"Morning dude," said Bryan, "you look either like you're half asleep or you've got something on your mind." Jimmy didn't think that his expression was so transparent, but he knew that Bryan could read him like a book all the time, well, most of the time.

"I'm really tired, didn't get a good night's sleep and I'm trying to figure something out."

"Well, buddy, spill it, you know you can always rely on me to help you out."

"Thanks, but not this time Bry, I have to do this one myself and right now I just want to concentrate on practice and not be distracted."

"Suit yourself, Jimmy. We just have to stop and pick Nick up and then we're off to practice, but you know you can always count on me."

"Thanks, man, I know that."

Earlier, Nick had showered, dressed, wolfed down a granola bar, and then as he always did, checked his phone for texts. He read the text from Jimmy, "Nick, we need to talk, I have something I want to ask you and something I need to tell you."

Nick had a feeling that he knew what Jimmy wanted to talk to him about, the same thing he had on his mind. Suddenly, he felt really worried about what he was going to say, about losing Jimmy's friendship if Jimmy didn't feel the same and was going to be mad at him, and about how he would act when he saw Jimmy. He didn't have to wait very long to find out because Bryan drove up with Jimmy in the car.

Nick jumped in the back seat said "hi guys" to Jimmy and Bryan, and then started complaining about how early it was, how tired he was, and wondering out loud "do you think coach is going to make this a really tough practice?"

Bryan answered, "I don't think so, he was a little annoyed, but not really massively pissed off, I think that maybe he even thought it was kind of funny."

"Man, I hope you're right," said Jimmy, "two practices a day is going to be really hard and I don't want to have a sh..ty start on the first day."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," agreed Nick, "let's just hope for the best."

A few minutes later the guys arrived at school, Bryan parked in the student parking lot and they headed for the locker room to change into their suits for practice. On the way, Jimmy and Nick lagged behind (Bryan was always in a hurry so it seemed natural for the two of them to be bringing up the rear).

Jimmy broke the ice and asked, "Nick, did you get my second text this morning?"

"Yeah, I heard my phone beeping just as I got in the shower so I didn't pick it up until later. What do you want to ask me and tell me?"

Jimmy answered quickly, "there isn't enough time to talk about it now and I need to talk with nobody else around, let's do it later after school and second practice."

"What's it about?" Nick asked, knowing full well what it was about but wanted to hear it from Jimmy just in case he was wrong."

"Well dude, it's about what I said at the meet yesterday and what you said about you also looking at the tall blonde guy and some other things too. It's not easy for me to talk about because I'm really confused, but I want us both to promise that we won't let anything affect our friendship."

Nick was very relieved as he said, "You know Jimmy, I want to talk about all of that too - I'm also confused, and I promise to not let it affect our friendship."

Jimmy heaved a sigh of relief after hearing what Nick said. And then the two guys headed into the locker room knowing that they were heading into uncharted territory and feeling both eager and terrified at the same time.

[solarguy]

Great continuation Dooley! Thanks!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

D67,

Great addition to the story. I like the way you have Jimmy acting with Nick, exactly the way it would be at that age trying to figure it all out. Jimmy is moving cautiously, but they both know the truth. It is a tough time and you captured it well.

STS

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“Good morning ladies,” Coach opened the practice with. “That sure was fun, the letters and all. Looks like a few of you liked them so much you still have them on your chests. Well, that’s cool. You do realize it about cost us the meet. “

“Sorry coach,” came the reply from one of the guys. “Guess we weren’t thinking.”

“Yeah, I think that sums it up.” Coach answered. He then just stared at the line up of swimsuit clad guys standing before him. He almost broke a smile at how intimidated they looked. In his heart he knew they were just having fun and secretly coach actually laughed at the whole thing. It was really a great team building.

“Well, gents, play as a team and now you pay, as a team. Better tie those drawstrings tight, because I am going to make you work so hard your swimsuits might fall off your skinny bodies when we are done. It’s coach’s pay day!” He paused. Jimmy gulped. Bryan about pee’d right there. “Get in the pool and let’s start with a 500, but I want the last 100 done fly! Go, go go!”

“This sucks,” one of the voices was heard. Coach smiled.

By the time the 90 minutes was done, three of the guys were so beat they couldn’t even hoist themselves from the pool. “At least the chlorine faded some of those letters,” coach called out. IN the locker room the guys all sat on the bench and talked. They were tired. They had 45 minutes until the start of school.

“Dude’s, what you say we get dressed and hit Mickey D’s for breakfast. I sure could use it,” Ryan, one of the seniors called out.

“Great idea,” Ben replied. The rest of the guys agreed. They all rushed to get dressed, tossing their wet swimsuits into their bags and quickly slipping into jeans, shorts or whatever they were wearing. The cackle of guys, a walking cloud of chlorine aroma, headed out the door. The McDonald’s was a short walk away. Life was coming back to the team. Hot cakes and egg McMuffins had that impact on adolescent males.

Nick and Jimmy walked together towards the back of the group. It was great day, warm and sunny. The last thing they both wanted to do was go to school, better day to hang at the beach or pool. “I am beat, coach kicked our butts,” Jimmy said almost whining.

“Yeah, that was really hard.,” Nick replied. “I think he was really mad, despite what Bryan said in the car.”

“Yeah, note to self to never mess with coach,” Jimmy answered.

“You got that right, Jimmy,” came back Nick. “your text was funny, the one with you in the Speedo. I laughed my butt off.”

“Cool, dude. After I sent it I kind of felt stupid.” Jimmy responded. “Like it was probably weird, me sending a pic to you like that,”

“Nah, it was cute.” Nick replied. Jimmy was relieved.

“So, you think coach is going to kill us again after class?” Jimmy changed the subject.

“I think so,” Nick replied.

“You can count on it,” chimed in Bryan, who joined the tail end of the conversation.

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“So, what’s up?” Nick asked Jimmy as the two sat along at the far end of the lunch room. It was taco day, which was actually pretty good. “I know you said after practice, but maybe we can talk now?” Nick added. Nick was wearing jeans, skinny leg style that fit kind of tight. Jimmy noticed that, especially the way the jeans made clear that Nick was a guy, a well rounded bulge pushing out the button fly. Jimmy had on really handsome khaki shorts, almost to his knees per school regulations. Underneath he was wearing a team swimsuit, having failed to pack his usual underwear. Maybe he just conveniently forgot.

“I don’t know, Nick. I feel kind of weird.” Jimmy replied, not making direct eye contact.

“Bud, we can talk about anything. You know that. Is it about the guy at the swim meet?” Nick replied. He reached over and touched Jimmy’s hand, which was resting on the table.

“Well, yeah, kinda,” Jimmy replied. “But it is more than that, it is kind of hard,”

“Spill it, trust me I can handle it.” Nick replied.

“Well, I think I um, you know…,” Jimmy paused. He was shaking. His eyes started to water but he was not going to let himself cry. Nick kept his eyes on Jimmy’s face. “well, I um, kinda like guys, I think. I mean not just like, I mean really like, as in like to look at them and stuff.” Jimmy slumped back as if he had just let the weight of the world out.

The two guys sat silent, eye contact. Both were looking deep at each other. Jimmy waited for the reply, Nick tried to muster one. As much as Nick knew where this was going to go, once it happened, he still felt caught off guard.

“Wow, Jimmy, that took a lot of courage,” came Nick’s reply, finally. Jimmy rubbed his swimsuit through the hand in his pocket. He felt his stomach in a knot, a lump in his throat. Had he just screwed it all up? What was Nick going to say next? Jimmy waited was not ready for what came next....

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Jimmy was feeling so vulnerable right now and felt like he had opened up something that was gigantic and he didn't know how it would end. He felt good that Nick had acknowledged that it took a lot of courage to confess his attraction to guys, but he had no idea what Nick was going to say. But, as it turned out, he didn't have to wait long.

Nick looked right at Jimmy and said in a somewhat tremulous voice, "Dude, I know exactly how you feel. When you saw Jeff and said out loud how hot you thought he was, that's exactly what I was thinking but didn't say. And for me, it's not just Jeff, it's other guys too. I don't know if you noticed that at the meet I wasn't interested in looking at the girls. I mean I like them and they look cute and all, but it's the guys I look at, at their bulges, at how they fill out their briefs. And I think you do too."

That was a lot for Jimmy to take in. He could barely believe that Nick had been so direct and honest with him, and he then noticed that his stomach was no longer in a knot and he no longer had a lump in his throat. "But what do I say now"? he thought. "Should I tell Nick how I feel about him, should I be as honest with Nick as he was with me?"

"Well", Jimmy decided, "here goes."

"Nick, Jimmy began, I always thought that I was the only guy who liked looking at other guys. When I started high school, joined the team and began to wear these tiny suits, I was so nervous - I didn't even let my mother see how I looked in my team suit. But then I began to like the way I looked and the way it made me feel. I would get sort of hard while wearing the suit, not in practice, but when I first put the suit on and looked at myself in the mirror. And maybe you're not going to like this, but the same thing would happen when I looked at you in your suit. It felt good, but it also scared the sh-t out of me cause I didn't understand what was happening and I was afraid of what you would do or say if you noticed. With Jeff, you know the tall blonde guy, it was just about how he looked, but with you, it's different - you're my buddy and I like you, but I like you in that other way too."

After his long "confession", Jimmy exhaled deeply and felt exhausted like he had just run a marathon.

While Jimmy talked, Nick listened intently, barely moving a muscle, taking it all in, trying to process what he was hearing. Finally, to break the tension, Nick blurted out, "what the f--k are you thinking?"

Jimmy's heart was in his throat when he heard Nick's outburst.

"Just playing with you, dude." Sigh of relief from Jimmy.

"Jimmy, I think that you and I are very much alike. I could have said exactly what you just said and I think it was a pretty ballsy thing for you to do. I was really taken with Jeff and his bulge and also that he was a nice guy, but with you I get this feeling in my man parts but that's not the only thing. You are my friend too and I know that adds to how I feel. I really don't know where the hell we go from here, but we gotta keep talking about this and see where it takes us.

With that, a huge smile swept across Jimmy's face, so infectious that Nick smiled broadly as well. Then Jimmy answered, "I know exactly where this takes us - it takes us to class and then to practice...lol. And then who knows where?"

With that these 2 guys, 14 and 15, went to class feeling a whole lot lighter but also wondering where they were ultimately heading.

....to be continued

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“Anyone talk to coach today?” asked Bryan out loud to any of the guys in the locker room. The guys were all changing into their swimsuits, dreading a second round of practice. They were still beat up from the morning.

“No, why?” came a reply from Ashish.

“Just wondering if he was still pissed,” Bryan replied.

“You can bet he is,” Ashish replied. Ashish was a tall, stunning young man. His muscles were defined, his chest and abs tight. He was born in India and came to the USA as a pre teen. He spoke with a heavy accent and when mad he would revert to his native language. Like all teenage boys, he taught all his friends some of the key bad words in his native language, many of which got bantered around the pool. He was unique in that he wore really bright color swimsuits, most of which he got his cousins to send him from his native country. The bright colors looked sensational against his dark complexion. The suits were more European cut than the rest of guys, narrower sides and lower on the hips.

“I was afraid of that,” came a reply from one of the other guys. The rest of he guys groaned at the thought of another kicker workout.

“F..k I hate putting on wet swimsuits,” said Xavier, who went by the nickname Axel. He was slipping into the same suit he wore for the morning swim. “I wish I had remembered to bring a spare.”

“At least you won’t get a boner in that cold suit,” Ashish chimed in again. For a quiet guy, he was pretty animated this afternoon. The rest of the team added in a few insults. Bryan chimed in something about Jake not knowing what a boner was.

The locker room emptied out one by one. Nick and Jimmy finished up, not saying much between them. They headed out on deck, the last two out of the locker room. Jimmy intentionally led the two of them over to sit closer to Ashish. Jimmy wanted to get a good look at the bright yellow and orange swimsuit he was sporting.
“Okay, guys. We got one hour in the pool before the girls team practice. Let’s make it count,” Coach said in a direct, somewhat stern voice. “I want a 500 warm up, easy pace. In your practice groups. Think about your flip turns as you do them, perfect them!” He blew the whistle and the guys all charged the pool.

“See you at the end,” Nick said to Jimmy. The two separated into different lanes.

“Ashish,” coach called out. “You join Jimmy’s group today.” Ashish smiled with pride. The move to Jimmy’s group was a step up. Jimmy let Ashish go ahead of him, watching as Ashish in his bright, tiny swimsuit jumped into the water. From two lanes to the left, Nick watched. As he did a feeling came over him, one he fund weird. He was not mad, but a bit of agitation rumbled within him. He did not know what it was, but jealousy had just come over him as he watched how Jimmy eyed Ashish. "Ashish was a very cute guy, and Jimmy did say he loved how Ashish looked in his colorful suits," Nick thought to himself as he watched the two of them smiling at each other standing in their lane. Jimmy never looked over, like he always does. Nick pushed off the wall, not happy at all. Jimmy had no idea what he had just done.

As the guys wrapped up, Coach was laying out white boards and dry erase markers at the head of each lane. There was about fifty minutes of practice time left, at least in the big pool. “Okay, guys, you have five minutes. Thought we’d do something fun,” coach said as he stood at the top of the lane. “My college coach used to do this with us. For the next five minutes, work as a group and come up with your workout. List it on the whiteboard. About 2500 yards, give or take.”

“Cool,” Bryan said to the rest of his unit, four guys in all. It was about four guys per lane, all at about the same level. Junior and varsity combined, but most of the far left lanes were varsity and the right mostly JV. “Go easy,” he added.

“Not so fast Bryan,” coach called out, hearing his easy comment. “Here is the catch, best workout wins a special prize. Best defined as well thought out, most aligned to your group and best use of the time. I am the judge and the jury.”

The guys had a blast trying to outdo each other. In the process, they worked each other harder than each ever could have. By the time it was done, the team with Jimmy, Ashish, Ryan and Paul had won. They had somehow squeezed 2650 yards into the remaining 45 minutes. I truth, all the teams should have won, they all worked hard, and the way the prize worked that would happen. The wining team merely got to pick the location for the next team post meet meal. But, the pride of winning was the real reward.

The guys all leaped, climbed and crawled out of the pool. The girls team was on deck, waiting in the stands, taking in all the cute guys with their clinging, we swimsuits. They laughed as about half the guys did the string pull thing. Stephanie thought Bryan looked specially cute as she watched him pull his strings, adjust his crotch, and rub himself fro the front of his swimsuit. His muscles were puffed from the hard swim, his facial expression looked like he had just ran a marathon.

“Hey cutie,” Steph reach out and grabbed Bryan’s upper leg. “Good swim?”

“Yeah, beat though. Second workout today.”

“You look cute, like your swimsuit,” she added as she grabbed the strings and played with them in her fingers, pulling him really close to her. He was too tired to get aroused, but if she had done this earlier, he’d be in a real boner situation. He enjoyed the attention.

“You think it would be okay if I stayed and watched you swim for a while?” Bryan asked.

“Awe, that is so sweet,” she replied, not really answering the question. He took it as a yes, sitting down on her towel on the bleacher seat, watching and smiling at her as she stood and got ready to swim. No kiss, school rules, but he so badly wanted to. Life was still not stirring between his legs, but it would soon enough.


“Hey Ashish, you swam great,” Jimmy said to Ashish as they guys walked to the locker room, except for Bryan, who remained in the bleachers. “Cool swimsuit, too,” he added.

“Thank you,” Ashish replied. “Thanks for welcoming me in your lane.” Nick said nothing. His face was growing red and tight, not from the hard workout. “My swimsuit comes from my country. I can get you one if you like,” Ashish said.

“That would be cool,” Jimmy replied. “Hey Nick, you want one, too?”

Nick never replied, Jimmy’s first hint something was wrong.

[Dooley67]

Writer's note: Since STS and I are the only ones writing this story (although others are welcome to contribute), and we both live in different parts of Maine where we have had over 100" of snow thus far, we should consider changing the name of the team and story to "The Blizzards"...lol


As the guys filed into the locker room, there was the usual banter about a tough workout, how hot the girls looked, and some excitement about the competition the coach had created among the groups.

But there was no excitement, banter, or even conversation between Nick and Jimmy. Jimmy and Ashish had come in together still talking about the suit that Ashish's cousin was going to send Jimmy.

But Nick just headed for the bench in front of his locker and sat head down with a real scowl on his face. He was angry, hurt, and even a little bit jealous. "Why the hell is this bothering me so much?" he thought.

Jimmy knew something was bugging Nick, but as a naive 15 year old he had no idea what it was. "Is Nick pissed at me because Ashish offered to get me a colorful suit like his?" he thought. "Or is he mad because I didn't look over to him before we started the drills? Maybe I really f...d up."

Jimmy really didn't have a clue when he walked over to where Nick was sitting and approached him. "Is something wrong, did I do something to piss you off?", Jimmy asked. Nick simply replied, "no, nothing's wrong" in a very gruff tone, without even looking at Jimmy.

"Look, Nick, I know you're pissed, but I have no idea why, please tell me. Is it because Ashish is going to get his cousin to send me a suit like his? I asked you if you wanted one too, but you didn't even answer" Jimmy said.

Nick barely looked at Jimmy because he was so angry and felt like he really wanted to hurt Jimmy as he answered, "hey, numb nuts, are you stupid or something, you really have no idea why I'm pissed."

Feeling angry himself, Jimmy in a rising tone of voice said, "If I knew what the hell was going on I wouldn't be asking you."

While all this was going on, Bryan was in the stands watching Stefi's swim and as he regained his energy, he felt those stirrings in his man parts and pretty soon he had a raging boner. "Uh, he thought to himself, "I better get into the locker room and into the shower really fast!"

Nick turned towards Jimmy and hissed, "why don't you go back to Ashish, the guy you think is so good looking and looks so good in his tiny suit - you can talk about what colors you want in your suit - the two of you could even arrange to be color coordinated."

"Nick, cut the sarcastic s...t and just tell me."

"OK, you asked for it. Ever since Ashish was assigned to your group, you totally ignored me. You didn't look over at me before we started the drills like you usually do. It made me feel like I didn't exist and like you didn't give a damn about me. That's why I'm angry and hurt, and, as much as I don't want you to know this, a little jealous."

"Dude, I would never want to make you feel that way. You're my friend, my buddy, and like we were talking the other day, there's something more between us that we're still trying to figure out. That's not how I feel about Ashish or Bryan or anyone else. It's just between us. I'm really sorry you felt so bad and especially if I was responsible for that by being so dense."

Nick was completely disarmed by what Jimmy said, "Well I'm glad you understand how I felt. You know me, I do sometimes overreact, but just hearing you say those things makes me feel better."

At this point, acting like a wiser 15 year old, Jimmy told Nick, "don't ever let anything come between us and always tell me what's going on, just like I'll expect that of you. But I want you to know that Ashish is a friend too, so don't get all pouty when I hang out with him."

"OK dude, we're cool. I'm sorry I made such a big deal out of this. I can't give you any guarantee, but I'll try to not get so crazy again. And we still have lots that we need to talk about."

Just then, Bryan came into the locker room with his huge bulge, saw his buddies and said, "hey why so serious? Are you guys pissed about the competition and that Ashish and Jimmy's team won?"

Not wanting to say what was really going on, both guys said, "yeah something like that." Then Jimmy said, "I see someone was getting a little excited watching Stefi swim."

"Man, you better either take care of that boner or jump in the shower real fast," Nick laughed, "before the other guys see you and start in on you."

"Yeah, I think you're right" Bryan answered. And then as all was well for the time being, all three guys headed for the showers.

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Bryan finally mustered the courage to ask Stephanie out on a real date. The advent of texting made it so much easier for guys compared to the old days of a live phone call or face to face. Nonetheless, Bryan wrote and re-wrote his text message more times than he has fingers. Her reply came back in seconds, which meant she took no time to think of how to accept or express her frustration at how long it took him to actually offer the proposal. “Yes, wondered if you ever were going to ask” she had replied. \Bryan felt bad that she had almost given up on him ever taking her out. The date was set for Saturday afternoon, after the morning swim meet at the school.

“Dude, get your head on the meet,” Nick suggested as the guys changed in the locker room at 7am Saturday morning. They were wearing the white background team swimsuits with the perfectly placed blue tornado. It was the kind of swimsuit that was either really cool or extremely provocative, depending on your thoughts of a bursting tornado right over the bulging parts of the guys. The suits certainly brought the eyes right to the exact spot most teen guys were most self conscious about. Jimmy loved the suits. Ashish’s mom not so much. Nic thought the suits were awesome and Bryan really didn’t give it much thought. Stephanie loved Bryan in his.

“I’ll be ready,” Bryan said. “We are going to kill this meet,” he added as he tied up his suit. Four teams, including Gulf Coast, the rich kids.

“These Gulf Coast kids must be scared coming to the ghetto,” Briante said. Lakes was far from the Ghetto, but compared to the million dollar homes of GC, it must feel like it. Briante was all pumped for the meet,

Nick and Jimmy were completely back to normal. Nick even had welcomed the friendship with Ashish, all the way to the point of asking Ashish to see if he could get Nick one of the hot swimsuits from his home country. The three guys suited up together. Bryan had been called up to the varsity team, while Ashish, Jimmy and Mick would swim JV. Finally, all suited up, adjusted, and tied, the guys all headed out the door.

It was a glorious day. The sun was already warm, the sky a perfect shade of morning blue. It was an unusually warm day, heading to the upper 80’s. Stephanie and most of the girls were already out and doing warm up swims. Bryan jumped in the lane Stephanie was in. The best part of the coed meets was that the guys and girls got to swim warm up together, at least the best part for Bryan. Steph rubbed Bryan’s butt, “you look cute,” she said.

“Matching suits,” Bryan grinned as he said it. The girls suits had a full size tornado that ran right up the front. Unlike the guys, which were lined with white, the girls had blue liners, so when wet the white parts looked more pale blue.

The meet began shortly after all the swimmers finished their easy and slow warm ups. Each team had two lanes. By the time noon came, Lakes had finished second place, Gulf Coast was third. A team from Tampa solidly won. It was a great results for the young Lakes team. As for swimsuits, everyone agreed that Lakes had the coolest.

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The date was about as original as a 16 year old could get. Bryan got permission to drive dad’s Mazda Miata, a car he kept only for special weekend drives. “You be damn careful, Brian. No speeding, cops watch for teenagers in fast cars.”

“I’ll be good,: Bryan assured his dad.

“You got enough money for popcorn and stuff?” dad asked, handing his son $30.

“Thanks dad, you’re the best,” Bryan said as he hugged dad.

“Take care of my baby,” dad finally said as he handed Bryan the keys.

Bryan had on really sweet looking board shorts, a bright and colorful pattern, with a bright yellow polo style shirt his mom matched for him. “You look sexy,” mom said. Probably not the best thing to say to a hormone raged 16 year old about to go out on a date, but he really did look hot, a mix of good genes and great fitness. Underneath the boardies he wore an “Orange County” Turbo print swimsuit, not for any reason other than he hated to wear normal boxer briefs under board shorts and thought commando was a bit risky.

Stephanie gave Bryan a hug and kiss as he arrived. She introduced him to her parents, Bryan smiled as her mom gave him the complete look over. “Oh, Stephanie, he is really cute,” she said, smiling at Bryan. The father was more formal. Within seconds they were off. Stephanie lived in a marvelous house in a gated community with a private clubhouse, pool, and game area.

“Cool shorts,” Stephanie said as she rubbed Bryan’s knee while he drove them to a very romantic Five Guys lunch. “Oh hey, you did bring a swimsuit, right?” Stephanie asked. “We can go swimming, I mean fun swimming, later if you want.”

“Yeah, I actually have one on under my shorts,” Bryan smiled as he said it.

“Perfect,” she replied.

The two were far to spellbound by the movie Gravity to really do the usual snuggling teens did in movies. A few touches and fondles was as far as they got, enough to keep Bryan on the verge of a boner, but not enough t take him there. He was fine with that. When it was over it was near sunset. The two opted for a ride along the beach, maybe find a parking place and settle in on the sand for a nice sunset. So far, it had been the most perfect date. The best was yet to come.

Nick and Jimmy had also had a great day, just the two of them.

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Bryan and Stephanie found a beautiful secluded spot on the beach with only a handful of couples spread very far apart. This would be the perfect spot to enjoy the sunset and each other. Bryan quickly shed his board shorts under which he had his "Orange County" Turbo print briefs. Stephanie shed her shorts and halter top to reveal her very small orange flowered bikini which coincidentally matched Bryan's swimsuit. They spread out the blanket, put towels under their heads and just lay there holding hands looking at the setting sun.

"Isn't this the calmest most beautiful place to be right now?" asked Stephanie as Bryan put his arm around her midsection, moving upwards along her stomach and chest, turning his body so he was resting on his left leg and arm. Very gently, Stefi took his hand and held it, sending the message that was as far as she wanted him to go.

Without a word of protest, Bryan said, "It's the most beautiful place because I'm here with you Stefi; with anyone else it would be just a 'ho hum' night watching the sun set like it does every night. Nothing special."

"Bryan, I don't believe it, you are a true romantic, that's about the sweetist thing a boy has ever said to me."

"You mean there have been other boys in this same setting with you," Bryan said in mock protest.

"No, that's not what I meant at all and you know it, it's just that you know how to make a girl really feel special, and I might add, very sexy."

"You're not the only one feeling sexy" cried Bryan as he felt his bulge growing and pushing out his suit. In a way he was glad he had worn the Turbo suit because it helped a little to hide the growth. But Stefi didn't help at all as she began to run her smooth hand over Bryan's chest, down towards his stomach and then the top of his suit. From there her hands traveled further down so they were right over his bulge and it was making him crazy.

"Stefi, you're making me crazy, not in a bad way, but I'm afraid I'm going to burst if you keep on going."

"What do you want me to do, keep going or stop; I'll do whatever you say."

"Don't take this wrong, I want you to keep going, but another part of me says I want you to stop, that it's too soon in our relationship. My god, I'm saying what the girl usually says at a time like this! You must think I'm nutty or something."

"I don't think you're nutty or anything. I really like that you respect me and aren't pushing something onto me that I'm not ready for. That tells me a lot about you."

"Well as long as you don't think I don't want to go any further because I really do, but if you say no, then it's no and that's what it'll be." At this point, Stefi gave Bryan a long deep kiss which near about drove him over the edge.

"What was that for?" Bryan asked.

"Just to show you I love you, not just because you're the sexiest guy I know, but because you're they best guy I know."

"And I love you too, Stefi."

The sun set over the water with its beautiful pink and orange colors and Stefi and Bryan packed up their things and headed to the car for the ride home.


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Nick and Jimmy took advantage of the beautiful day and decided to go to the beach. This would actually be considered their first "date" if they wanted to call it that. Since neither one of them had anything but their team suits and practice suits with them, they decided to wear the practice suits so they wouldn't risk ruining the team suits. This was a pretty big risk for them since they both admitted that they always wore boardies to the beach and had never worn speedo type suits. But there was safety in numbers and they both looked hot in their suits so they didn't give it a thought.

They settled on a spot near a slightly secluded area of the beach to put down their blanket, towels, snacks and drinks. They then applied sunblock to the parts on themselves that they could reach, and than each applied the sunblock to the other's back and shoulders.

"I really like the way it feels when you rub that stuff in", Nick said.

"Yeah, dude, I like the feel of it too, when I put it on you and when you put it on me. I especially like the way your hands went a little below the back of my suit. I know you were doing that just to make sure I was completely protected from the sun in case I moved or something." Jimmy said.

"You're exactly right, buddy, I'm only looking out for your health," laughed Nick as he said it at which time both guys just cracked up, doubling over in laughter.

"Trying to be serious, but really fighting a losing battle, Jimmy said, "you know Nick, we have something we need to talk about, that we keep avoiding. Jimmy could barely keep a straight face as he said this.

"Oh, that's right, we do", Nick giggled. "Let's just sit right down and talk this over, right here, right now. But first I have to check to see if you applied the sunblock on your chest and stomach the right way, can't be too careful, you know. I'm just going to slide my hands over your chest and stomach very slowly and see if you might have missed a spot."

"No you don't" Jimmy shouted in mock outrage, "I know very well how to put sunblock on, I'm an expert and....." Jimmy just couldn't continue, he was laughing so hard. "But being the expert, I have to check your chest and stomach and another spot where many people easily miss. The top of your legs where they meet your suit is often missed by many", Jimmy said in an almost clinical way that kept on being interrupted by the laughter of both of them.

Jimmy approached Nick to show his expertise but all that happened is that the two guys began to laugh even harder as they wrestled each other to the sand and landed on top of each other. They were laughing so hard until they noticed that both of their bulges, up against each other, began to grow and they began to experience the wonder of their sexual attraction for each other. They just lay there, didn't try to do anything more, and just enjoyed the feeling.

Finally Nick piped up, "I guess we just had our talk, Jimmy."

"You know, Nick, I think we did just that," answered Jimmy.

[a speedo minded guy]

Love the way you two authors are weaving this story. Keep up the great work!!

[Dooley67]

Love the way you two authors are weaving this story. Keep up the great work!!

Hi a speedo minded guy,

I'm having a lot of fun with this story, never having written any fiction before. Thanks for your comments - I really appreciate it and I'm sure STS does as well.

Best,
D67

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Bryan laid on the top of his bed. He was still very horny from the day with Steph, which had gone so totally awesome in his opinion. They were texting back and forth, it was well past midnight. They wanted to do facetime, both having ipads, but they were suppose to be sleeping. Texting was quieter, safer. Bryan was still wearing the swimsuit he had on under the shorts on his date, his colorful Orange County Turbo. He was rock hard inside it, a state he had been in for hours. In fact, if he were a Viagra commercial, he would probably qualify for having to see a doctor. His left hand held the phone as he read Steph’s texts, his right hand rubbed his bulge. He was edging without even knowing that was something to do.

“What are you wearing, sweet boy?” Steph finally asked.

“Same swimsuit,” Bryan texted back. “Have not changed yet.”

“Bet you look cute as heck right now,” came the reply.

“maybe,” he answered. “what are you wearing?”

“flannel jama pants and your shirt,” she replied. Bryan had left her his polo shirt earlier. “Pic me.” she asked.

“k, hold on,” Bryan replied. He snapped a shot neck down toward his toes, his swimsuit bulge and erection prominently showing as a big mound of manhood in the center of the photo. He hit send and the whoosh sound told him he was now flying into cyberspace.

“Wow, someone looks horny,” Steph replied.

“ya think…lol” Bryan replied.

“Has that ever happened at swimming?” Steph asked. “always wondered.”

“Yup, when u r there,” Bryan replied adding a smile face.

This banter went on for almost another hour before Steph broke it off. By then Bryan was well beyond the limits of an erection lasting four hours. He set the ipad on the night stand next to his bed. The house was silent, a full moon peeking through the mini-blinds of his room. It was still warm, seventy outside and he felt a bit sweaty, not sure if it was from the temp or from his lust filled desire to free himself of the sexual urges. He laid his head back and let his hands explore himself, tightly clasped by the swimsuit around his waist and crotch. He heard a plane flying over head as he rubbed across the front of his bulging lycra. Thoughts of Stephanie played in his mind.

“What if he had let he rake him all the way? Had he done the right thing holding back? Did she respect his choice or was she disappointed by it? “ He was as confused as he was desirous. He teased himself for several minutes, trying to see how long he could hold back and how close he could get before he lost the ability to contain himself.

Breathless, he finally slipped the suit off, grabbed a T-shirt from the m the floor next to his bed and used it for a towel. He slept restlessly, dreams of desire with his new girlfriend played in his mind. Things he was not yet ready to do with her in real life.

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The sunrise woke Jimmy early. Nick had already texted him to see if he was up. Jimmy rolled over and texted back. He opened the covers and laid on the bed. He was wearing his practice team swimsuit, a dark blue print Agon swim euro cut brief that fit so well and felt so comfortable. Jimmy loved sleeping in his swimsuits, almost as much as he liked just wearing them to hang out in his room. His morning erection filled out the suit. Finally, he slid off the bed. His black hair was messy and pointing in every direction. He admired himself in the full size mirror on his door. No one else was up, even the dog, a gorgeous Bernese Mountain was still asleep. It was just a few minutes after 6 on Sunday morning. Jimmy slipped out of his room and into the bathroom down the hall. He was being daring shooting down the hall in just his swimsuit, but the house was dead silent. He felt a twinge of excitement knowing he was sneaking around the house. Finishing up in the bathroom, Jimmy decided to be even more daring and dashed downstairs to grab a glass of juice.

Max, always ready for playtime, met him at the bottom of the stairs. Max could have cared less what Jimmy was wearing, as long as Jimmy paid him attention. Jimmy patted Max on the head. He whispered “want to go out back?” Max pranced around ready for anything. “okay buddy, just a second.” Jimmy added. Max followed Jimmy excitedly to the back door.

Jimmy ran into the kitchen and poured himself a giant glass of apple juice. He felt cool parading through the house in just his tight little blue swimsuit. He rubbed his bulge, adjusting as felt the excitement filling out his man parts. He was almost fully hard. “Cool,” Jimmy thought to himself as he headed back out to get Max. Jimmy ended up standing on the back patio, the warm sun feeling great as he finished his juice. He was totally unaware that he was no longer the only one up.

“Wow, look at you, little bro,” Angie’s voice startled him. Jimmy froze, feeling caught. Angie was his older sister, home visiting from college this weekend. Jimmy had not seen her at all, until now.

“Hi, just letting Max out,” Jimmy replied, blushing.

“Check you out. You are becoming quite the athlete. Look at your upper body, you look like your swimming is building you up,” Angie replied. She said nothing about his swimsuit. She reached out and gave her little brother a big hug. “I can’t believe how much of a man you are becoming.” Angie was five years older.

“You really think so,” Jimmy asked, beaming.

“For sure. You’d make all the girls want a date with you.” Angie asked. Jimmy smiled. “By the way, what is with the swimsuit, you have practice or something?” Angie asked.

“No,” Jimmy blushed. “I was just hanging out in it and didn’t think anyone was up.” Jimmy added.

“Well, you look cute in it.” Angie replied. Angie was amazed how grown up her little brother had become.

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Angie couldn't get over how much Jimmy had grown. He seemed more like a man than a 15 year old boy and certainly had the build of a young man. Angie also could not help noticing her brother's bulging manhood when they hugged, but thought better about saying anything about it. She was also somewhat surprised to see him standing on the patio at 6 AM wearing just a speedo as she called it. Her little brother had really grown up since she went off to college. They had always been very close in spite of the 5 year age difference and was so pleased that Jimmy was happy to see her.

Jimmy really was happy to see Angie because he could talk about anything to her, something that would prove very important. Jimmy thought, "was Angie surprised that I was wearing a brief out on the patio and did she realize I had a boner when she hugged me - how could she not know that?"

Jimmy realized that he was really hungry and said to Angie, "let's go inside and have breakfast before Mom and Dad get up and we can talk."

Angie replied, "I have a better idea. Let's go out to breakfast and we can catch up - my treat."

"Sounds good to me but only if we go to IHOP - it's our tradition. Just give me 5 minutes to wash up and throw on a pair of shorts and a t shirt."

Twenty minutes later, Angie and Jimmy were sitting in the IHOP. Jimmy ordered a tall stack of chocolate chip pancakes, an order of hash browns, and a large cup of hot chocolate. Angie ordered an onion mushroom omelette and coffee.

When the food came, Jimmy as usual dove into the pancakes because he was always ravenous and couldn't wait to get the food into his stomach.

As they ate, Angie asked Jimmy, "So,what's new in your young life?" quoting her favorite guidance counselor in high school.

"Well" Jimmy began,"I love swimming, I love wearing speedos, Bryan is still my best friend, and there's something else that you can't tell anyone and you have to promise not to laugh."

"I promise I won't laugh, I don't want my omelette coming right out of my mouth. But seriously, I would never laugh at something you said unless it was really funny."

"Well, here goes. I have this friend Nick on the swim team who I really like, not just like, but really like and not the way I like Bryan. It's different. When I'm with him I get this feeling in my stomach and this feeling down there - I can't really describe it. Yesterday we went to the beach, we were both wearing speedos and were screwing around, wrestling when we fell on top of each other. We were both sort of hard in that place. That never happened before. Does that make me gay?"

Angie just listened to what Jimmy had to say, paused to think how she wanted to approach the topic, and then began.

"Jimmy, I'm no expert, but what I do know is what I've been learning in my Human Sexuality class at the university. At age 15 it's too early to decide if you're gay or not. You may decide that you're gay down the road, but it's too early now to decide. It's pretty natural for guys your age to have sexual feelings for girls and maybe even find other guys attractive, and that doesn't make you gay. You don't have to put a label on the way you feel. The important thing is for you and Nick to talk about how you feel but to not act on your feelings - I think you're too young to be experimenting with sex."

"Do you really think it's OK for me to feel the way I do and I should talk to Nick about it and it doesn't make me gay?"

"I really do think that Jimmy. I've always been totally honest with you and you with me, so I'm telling you what I really believe."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

Jimmy heaved a huge sigh of relief. He had been so bothered about this, not about how he felt, and that if, in fact, he were gay, that would be OK, but worried about what others might think about him. Being reassured by his older sister whom he trusted made a big difference. He certainly would have a lot to talk to Nick about.

"But, Angie, I have just one more question."

"OK, Jimmy, go for it."

"Can I get a chocolate ice cream frappe to wash down all this food?" Jimmy exclaimed, laughing so hard that he almost fell out of his chair.

Hearing that question and seeing Jimmy almost laugh himself out of his chair made Angie feel like she had "done good." But she also thought, "he may have a lot to think about as he gets older, but for now, as long as he feels good about himself and is happy, that's what's important."

....to be continued

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Stefi was incredibly turned on by Bryan during their texting session, especially when he texted her his picture featuring his very large bulge. "Did I do the right thing by stopping Bryan from going any further? I think I was right, because Bryan asked me to stop when he said I was driving him crazy and he didn't think their relationship should go that far right now, but maybe he was just being nice", she thought.

Not being able to be sure of the answers to these questions was very frustrating for Stefi. She knew other girls who let guys go way further than she did. But did she want to be like those girls? "Am I a prude? Will Bryan lose interest in me if I don't let him go any further?" Finally, Stefi gave up because she was getting nowhere in her thinking and went to sleep.

The next morning, Stefi decided she was going to talk to Bryan about how she felt. She needed to put some closure on this issue for now and had to talk to Bryan.

Stefi and Bryan had lunch together in a part of the cafeteria where they could have some privacy.

"Bryan, she began, I've been having some second thoughts about what happened the other day when I took your hand and stopped you from going any further. Do you think I was wrong? We're you mad at me because of that?"

Bryan listened and then said, "I have to admit, it was frustrating and I was so mad at you that I spent an hour texting with you that night and then sent you that pic of me. That's how mad I was and after we stopped texting, I couldn't get you out of my mind and sort of took matters into my own hand thinking of you the whole time. Damn, was I mad!" Bryan could barely keep a straight face and truth be known, Stefi also was beginning to laugh as well, feeling pretty relieved.

"As long as you don't hate me," Stefi said.

"Hate you? How could I possibly hate you? Don't be ridiculous. Look, we love being together, we have so much fun, I think about you all the time. Don't worry about how far we go, when we're ready to go further we will but only when we both agree. So are we good? Can we stop talking about it?"

"Yes, we are very good, better than ever," Stefi said as she planted a big kiss right on Bryan's mouth.

"Yes, I guess we are very, very good", Bryan beamed.


....to be continued

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Nick, Bryan, Jimmy, Ashish, and Joel made plans to hang out at the beach the upcoming Saturday after the guys swim meet. The four guys were all together in Algebra class, doing what they did best, planning and plotting rather than pay attention. Stephanie and the girls team had an away meet that would take the whole day, which made Bryan free. Joel was the odd guy out, not being a swimmer, but he was on the high school wrestling team and played baseball. A shorter, stocky kid who looked exactly like what you would picture a wrestler to be, tough build and ready for a match. The best part of Joel was he had access to a condo on Anna Marie island, an added perk for an already nice guy. “I am sure my grandparents will let me use it,” he told the group. By the time the text messages between the gang got done the afternoon beach trip turned into an overnight two day event that would add some girls on Sunday and five or six more guys.

“We need to get Aiden to go,” Nick said to Jimmy as they walked together to the next class.

“Yeah, great idea.” Jimmy replied.

“Have you seen that guy in his basketball shorts” Nick added. “He rocks.”

“Hmm, might need to keep my eye on you,” Jimmy replied. “You think he’d wear a Speedo?”

“No freaking way, but I’d love to see that.” Nick replied.

“I bet he would, he does like wearing shorts,” Jimmy said with hope. Both guys smiled at the thought.

It took a little convincing and some details got left out as Joel convinced his gramps to let him use the condo. Luckily gramps and grandma lived the Summer in Old Town, Maine. They would not come down to the condo until Thanksgiving, so most of the best part of Joel’s young life the condo was free game. No way gramps could pop in. Joel was a really good kid, but like many his age, he had the fine art of parental manipulation down. Gramps had three rules, that Joel repeated as gramps said them “No booze, no girls, and no bull malarkey.” Gramps loved his grandson, maybe even more than he loved his own son, if that was possible. He was a softy for anything Joel wanted. Thankfully Joel only stretched the rules, but never broke them. He knew a good thing should not be messed up by stupid acts. Maybe.

Joel’s mom was less easy to persuade. All the charm in the world could not release her mind from thoughts of how much trouble a gang of young men, boys really, could get into. She finally agreed once Joel ran through the list of who was going, Bryan, Nick and Jimmy. All really good guys. Joel left a few names off the list, knowing a gang of nine or ten guys would crash the deal. After agreeing to a facetime check in at 8 and 10 PM, where he would have to show her whatever she asked for on demand, she agreed. Joel hugged her and thanked her. She melted at the love of her son.

“This will be so freaking cool,” Aiden said as they guys loaded into two cars for the hour long ride to the beach. Anna Marie Island was a bit farther away, but the white sand beach there was amazing. This time of year the beach would be almost all theirs, a gap between the Summer crowd and the snow birds. Most of the guys were in the standard board shorts, a collection of colors and brands from Op to Hurley. Jimmy liked the ones that had no elastic in the waistband, hanging lower on the guys hips. Bryan wore a pair of cargo shorts over a totally awesome Nike swimsuit, Jimmy wore running shorts over a red Speedo Cyberswirl print, and Nick wore a pair of Nike athletic shorts commando. Aiden was the lone standout, surprisingly wearing a pair or red, white and blue jammers. He looked hot, causing Nick’s commando reaction to tent his shorts big time. A stop at Five Guys where the gang carried on about picking up hot chicks and made more noise than the rest of the restaurant combined. Ashish and Jimmy were the quiet ones, taking it all in. They were also the youngest.

The weather was perfect, middle 80’s, warm sun, and a nearly empty beach. The guys set up camp right out front of the condo complex, access to the beach and the pool. It was an eclectic collection of swimwear. Jimmy, Nick and Bryan all wore their various swim briefs, having shed the shorts inside the condo. Aiden was still in the jammer suit. Ashish wore a Funky Trunks square cut, and the rest of the guys were in boardies, except for Ronnie, who wore a really short cut pair of cross country running shorts. “There is no f-ing way I’d ever wear a ball buster Speedo,” Barry proclaimed. The rest of the guys laughed.

“I’d never want to see you in one, either,” Bryan shot back.

“Dudes, seriously, how can you wear those things in public,” Barry asked. “I mean not that I am looking, but aren’t you afraid you might pop out or something? Ain’t nothing to them.”

“I guess I am just used to it, plus I like them,” Jimmy responded. Bryan nodded in agreement.

“You wear that around Steph?” Aiden asked. “I mean won’t you get a boner?”

“Aiden, that ballet suit you got on ain’t much different, I mean we all see what a tiny dick you are packing.” That got the guys laughing.

“Yeah, well at least mine shows up, yours is still an acorn,” Aiden replied.

The guys carried on for quite a while, jabbing and prodding each other. Finally Ricky chimed in with a serious question. “Okay, what is the most showing sports uniform?”

“It’s gotta be swimming, I mean look at these dudes in their Speedos,” Barry chimed in fast. “They are practically naked.”

“Yeah, but the girls like them,” Bryan defended. “They always check out the guy in a Speedo.”

“Can’t help it, man. It’s like right there in their face,” Paul weighed in.

“Wait, I think it’s cycling shorts. Man those things show all,” Ashish added to the conversation.

“Nah, still Speedos.” Barry disagreed with Ashish.

“You guys ever seen speed skaters?” Jimmy weighed in. “I mean they are head to toe in lycra. I think those uniforms show every detail.” Jimmy added. “Plus, it must take them forever to get into those things and if they boing there is no way to hide it or adjust it.”

“Jimmy’s got a good point,” Aiden added in. “I mean you really are kind of stuck in that suit.”

“You’d probably like that, Aiden” came a jab. “Get all sweaty and hard.” All the guys laughed.

“Shut up!” Aiden replied.

“I really don’t think it is swimming. Sure they are the skimpiest, but they have the pool to jump into and hide.” Joel tossed into the mix. “You guys ever worn a wrestling singlet?”

“Oh man, good call!” Bryan chimed back in.

“I mean, it like clings to you and then if you wrestle and the other dude is all like rubbing and grabbing you, you never know. If you get a boner everyone sees it and no pool to jump into.”

“You ever had that happen?” Jimmy asked with a little too much interest.

“Well, last year we had these new ones and they were really tight and clingy. I wrestled this dude and he kept like feeling me down there and you know, like stroking. I think he was trying to boing me. We got done and I was face down on the mat and knew I was so freaking hard.” Joel confided, blushing a bit as he said it.

“Wow man, what did you do,” Barry asked.

“The ref is like telling me to get up and I am saying to him I can’t. So he asks if I m hurt and I am like “no, but I just need to stay here for a minute. He is like no way so he grabs my arm and makes me stand up. You could like see my entire boner. There I was in front of the whole school showing wood. Even my parents were there.” Joel continued “It was so bad.”

“I would have paid to see that,” Barry teased. “Joel’s got a boner,” the guys all started chanting.

“F you guys,” Joel shot back.

“Hey, who wants to get wet,” Nick called out as he stood up. “I’m going in the water.” The rest of the gang followed, breaking off the discussion.

“I’ll get you in a Speedo before we leave tomorrow,” Bryan teased Barry. “And you’ll like it.”

The guys weekend was off to a wild and crazy start.

[Dooley67]

All the guys took off after Nick as they headed for the water. All decent swimmers, they took running dives right into the water and began to jump the waves, dunk each other, and just screw around like only teenage boys could do.

"Hey everyone", yelled Barry, "let's all chose a partner to get on our shoulders and try to knock each other off and into the water."

"That's cool," shouted Bryan "how about the last guys standing get to choose the best beds tonight?"

"And the first team knocked down has to get the beer and chips for everyone else," yelled Aiden so he could be heard above the ruckus and the sound of the waves.

"You're on Aiden" everyone agreed. Jimmy and Ashish had some misgivings, being the youngest guys there and not sure about the beer. But neither of them wanted to make a big deal about it. It wasn't really peer pressure, everyone wanted to have fun and they decided to go along with it.

All the guys chose partners - Nick and Jimmy, Aiden and Ashish, Bryan and Joel, and Barry and Ronnie.

"You know dudes, anyone not wearing a square cut or a brief is going to be at a real disadvantage, because those boardies can come off real easily, just a little tug, especially if somebody should happen to get a good shot at them," said Bryan."

"Not me," Ronnie said, and then surprised everyone as he took off his running shorts under which he was wearing a low cut Turbo Ipanema water polo suit.

"Hey, no fair, just because I won't wear a banana hammock doesn't mean that I'm fair game for the rest of you," protested Barry."

"Hey dude, it's not only you, I'm wearing Jammers and some of the others are wearing boardies like you," said Aiden, "so stop pissing and moaning about it. You just better tie the strings really tight." At this point all the guys started laughing and saying, "poor Barry, he's gonna lose his boardies."

"Shut the f--k up you jerks, if that's the way you want to play, let's go. But, we can go after you guys in your speedos too."

"Hold on, one more thing I forgot, if your boardies get pulled down, you have to wear a Speedo for the rest of the weekend. Does anyone have a problem with that? Anybody got extra Speedos with you?, asked Bryan

"Well, I have 5", answered Nick "And I have 3", said Jimmy "and I've got 4," said Bryan.

And when Ronnie said that he had 6 extra suits with him, it was pretty clear to the other brief wearers, that Ronnie was one of them.

"Holy s--t", screamed Barry, "I got a problem with that, you guys are setting me up, but if you want to play dirty, I'll play dirty too. Let the games begin!" Barry really didn't protest too much because deep down, he was having fun with the whole thing and was protesting just because he thought he needed to put on a good show.

And so the game began. The pairs of guys circled around each other in the shallow water trying to keep a good distance between them. Nick was on Jimmy's shoulders and kept on telling Jimmy where he should move. As they circled, Jimmy began to feel something against the back of his neck. "Hey dude, are you getting a boner or are you just glad to see me?" Jimmy joked, but very quietly, trying to be really discreet.

"I sure as hell am getting a boner, just keep going and don't make us fall," Nick whispered.

The first encounter was between Bryan and Joel and Aiden and Ashish. Showing a lot of cunning and footwork, Aiden moved so Ashish could get a shot in at Joel. They sparred for 10 seconds or so and then both teams retreated to regain their balance.

Meanwhile, Jimmy and Nick were taking on Ronnie and Barry. Barry chose to be on Ronnie's shoulders because he was pretty stocky with strong arms. He wrangled with Nick while Ronnie and Jimmy struggled to balance themselves and their teammates. Jimmy stumbled and almost fell, but Nick righted himself and the two of them retreated.

Just as Jimmy and Nick retreated, Aiden and Ashish came charging towards Barry and Ronnie, and in a quick and powerful maneuver, managed to topple Barry, grab at his boardshorts and pull them down below his knees while throwing Ronnie off balance so that he fell as well. Even though Aiden knew thay hadn't won the whole competition, he felt victorious as he yelled, "To the victor go the spoils and we sure spoiled it for Barry, poor guy." Barry got up out of the water, pulled up his boardies, pretended that he was really mad and then laughed, "I'll wear one of those things only if I get to choose which one."

"Fair enough" said Ronnie.

Then came the battle for the victory as Jimmy and Nick and Bryan and Joel went at each other. Nick was no match for Joel whose arms were very strong from wrestling. He and Nick went at it with Bryan and Jimmy struggling to hold their positions. Nick was a bit hampered in his movement because of the wood between his legs and Jimmy kept on getting distracted by being poked in the back of the neck. Finally, strength prevailed as Joel thrust his right forearm against Nick's midsection. Nick fell off Jimmy as they both were dunked in the water while Bryan and Joel raised their arms in victory.

"Well, we get the choice of beds tonight and Ronnie and Barry get the beer and chips", cried Joel, "we are going to have a great night."

"OK guys, when we go back into the condo, everyone get out their extra Speedos and briefs so Barry can choose. If you have some real skimpy ones, let's see those too. No hard feelings Barry?"

"No, but I'm not going to like wearing a ball buster all weekend."

"Hey Barry, you might even like wearing a Speedo. They feel really good, and the girls really like a guy in a brief", and they'll be here tomorrow," said Ronnie.

"I'm not going to like it, I already know that", protested Barry. But deep down, Barry had been waiting for an opportunity to put on a Speedo, but wasn't about to admit it. He just had to figure out how he could come around and save face.

"I told you I'd get you in a Speedo before the weekend was done," said Bryan.

"Yes you did, you certainly did", agreed Barry.

The guys went inside and all the briefs were spread on the floor for Barry to choose. There were Turbos, Sportis, Tyrs, Nikes, solids, prints, stripes, a big selection. Since Barry was stocky, he needed probably a 30 or 32, both of which were there in both solids and stripes. To everyone's surprise, Barry asked if he could choose two suits, one for the rest of the day and one for tomorrow.

"Knock yourself out," said Bryan. Whichever ones you want, is that OK with you guys?" Everyone who had contributed suits agreed.

Barry examined each one and finally chose a red Sporti, size 30, and a Team USA Turbo water polo suit with Stars and Stripes on it. "I'm good," Barry said, and to everyone's surprise, right there, he pulled off his boardies and put on the Red Sporti, adjusted himself several ways and settled on being pointed up. He looked in the mirror, felt and saw his bulge growing some and saw how low cut the suit was and thought, "I really like the way this feels and looks," but he was not ready to share that with his buddies. "I may even...."


.....to be continued.

[a speedo minded guy]

I must really admit, you 2 have a very interesting story going on here. Keep up the good work!

[Dooley67]

I must really admit, you 2 have a very interesting story going on here. Keep up the good work!

The process also is very interesting. We have no idea what the other will write and we just pick up where the other left off and continue the story in whatever way each one of us chooses. I've never written any fiction and STS is a far, far better writer than I am - there's no comparison, but it's been a fun and challenging experience for me. Thanks so much for your comments.

D67

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Barry finally calmed down enough to show off his swimsuit to the rest of the guys, his erect state at least down to a point where he was just swelled, but not like a rod. Despite the fact that the suit was the smallest thing he had ever worn and he felt very naked and exposed, he also really liked how it felt on and how free how free he felt. He also thought he looked very hot in it. He was sure that he would hate showing a bulge, but he actually thought the suit made him look masculine and strong. He was right, it did.

“Wow, you look hot,” Jimmy blurted out when Barry walked back into the main room of the condo. He could not help himself, the words just blurted out.

“Yeah, it is kind of not so bad,” Barry replied. “Now we need to go find some girls.”

“I can’t believe you are going to wear a Speedo.” Joel replied as he rounded up supplied for dinner. Ricky and Ronnie were off to get dinner.

“Yeah, well, why not try it.” Barry replied. “Looks like Ricky and Ronnie will be the only board short hold outs, and Aiden in his whatever they call that.” Barry added pointing at Aiden’s swimsuit.

“It’s a jammer,” Aiden chimed in. “I think jammers are way more cool than briefs. Plus they really feel sweet on”

“Whatever,” Barry replied. He rubbed his chest and across his bulge. He was still somewhat aroused by the tight feel of the red swimsuit. He held his hand for a second on himself, his masculine features cupped in his palm. He released before he started something, but the thought crossed his mind.

The door opened and in walked Ronnie and Ricky with two boxes of cold Yuengling beer and bags of chips. Joel froze, not knowing what to do. He figured the talk of beer was just bravado. If his gramps knew that they had beer, he’d never get to use the condo again. Not one of the guys was over 21, not even close.

“Where the heck did you get that!” Joel exclaimed. “we can’t have beer in here.”

“Well, since Barry was being all gay and stuff.” Ronnie started, “we figured we’d try to line up the beer and chips. The college kids down the hall bought it for us. Said that if we need ore just come by. You guys told us we had to get some.”

“Yeah, I guess we did,” Joel replied.

“We offered the guys $20 to do buy it for us, but they didn’t want the money, said they would cover us.. They were really cool.” Ricky added. “We also got burgers and dogs, they are down in the car. Who can help?” Ricky asked.

“I think Barry can,” Bryan chimed in.

“Sure dude,” Barry replied. “Show the world what a guy in a Sporti swimsuit should look like!” Barry and the double R’s walked out the door with him and headed down to the elevator. Two guys in shorts and one in the hot red Sporti. The trio boarded the elevator on the 8th floor of the ten story condo. The car stopped at five and an elderly couple got in, dressed for a night on the town. It was quite a contrast from the lady in pearls and a sequin dress to the Barry, bare-chested in the sleek red swimsuit, his body barely contained.

“You boys having fun?” the lady asked, not even flinching at Barry’s attire. Her Shalimar cologne permeated the elevator, a far better smell that three sweat laden, slightly horny teenage guys.

“Yes, very much,” Barry replied. “You look very nice.”

“Oh, thank you. We are off to a play and dinner.” the charming lady explained. “You boys are quite handsome.”

The door opened and the guys let the couple off first. Barry was blushing.

“Have fun and be careful,” the lady replied as her husband took her by the arm.

“That was awkward,” Barry said.

“Yeah, she was looking at your dick the whole time,” Ronnie teased. “She thought you were hung like a race horse.”

“I think her husband was jealous.” Ricky added.

“Shut up!” Barry replied. The guys grabbed the bags of groceries from the car. The ride back up was less eventful.

“We got to keep this beer hidden,” Joel said to Bryan with grave concern. “If my gramps ever knew we had it here, I will never get to use this place again. Don’t forget we have inspection at 8 and 10.”

“I’ll handle it.” Bryan replied. “we’ll keep the cooler in the shower and if you get asked to see the shower, say one of us is using it and I’ll get it out of there.” It was the perfect teenage deception. Joel was still freaked out, but finally agreed. “Now what you say we crack these open?” Bryan grabbed two beers from one of the thirty pack cases. The guys were venturing into new territory, all of them neophytes at the fine art of consuming beer.

The condo filled with all the guys, watching sports on the 60 inch flat screen, all dressed in some form of swimming attire from briefs to boardies. Bare-chested, talking sex, sports and beer. They were plowing through the first box of cold Yuengling.

“Come on Ricky and Ron, you guys have to dump the boardies,” Barry urged them, loaded on two beers and consuming his third. He was feeling free and loose, and intoxicated. “We can go cruise the beach and pick up babes.” The double R guys laughed at their friend’s insistence.

“Dude, this morning you wouldn’t be caught dead in a swimsuit like that.” Ronnie replied. The rest of the guys laughed.

“Yeah, but Bry showed me the way,” Barry replied. “Try it, seriously,” he urged. This started a round of chanting “Speedo, speedo, speedo.”

“All right, if it will shut all of you up,” Ronnie finally complied. Ricky was going to have no part of it. “Jimmy, get me of your swimsuits,” Ronnie called out.

“Make it extra skimpy,” Barry chimed in.

The guys were feeling wild and crazy, every inhibition washed away by the foaming golden lager of Yuengling. They grabbed the burgers and chips and headed down to the community grill, extra beer in hand. Unlike the morning, where board shorts were the dominant choice, this time they looked like a colorful collection of swim team members, all but two clad in everything from a solid red Sporti to the most colorful Turbo water polo suits. The night was still young, and the wild times were still to come. Joel only hoped he did not get caught. Fear more than hope, really.

[Dooley67]

I know it's my turn to write the next chapter. Unfortunately, that will be delayed. My 94 year old father-in-law passed away on Wednesday in North Carolina and I'm now in NY where the funeral will be on Monday. Be back in Maine on Tuesday and hope to get the chapter written by the end of the week.

D67

I hope the purple face represents a sad one - that's how I'm feeling.

[NE_OH_thonger]

I'm sorry to hear of your loss. Sending good thoughts to you and your family. Be well.

[solarguy]

Sorry for your loss Dooley, hang in there

[Dooley67]

Joel was really fearful that his grandfather would find out about the beer unless they were very careful. Bryan's idea about storing the beer in the shower sounded good at first, but he knew that grandpa was too shrewd to believe that someone was showering at just that time. Joel was really stewing about this as he thought, "I have to figure something out soon cause until I'm feeling safe, I can't really have a good time." Plus, Joel hated to violate the trust of his grandpa.

Meanwhile the guys were grilling the hot dogs and burgers, drinking beer, and just screwing around. They were still talking about the briefs that Barry was wearing and that Ronnie had been pushed into putting on. Jimmy had gotten one of his suits for Ronnie, a 2" Tyr Jungle all over suit that he had recently bought. They still hadn't given up on Ricky.

"This suit is really cool looking" yelled Ronnie - at this point, all the beer was making all the guys yell whenever they had anything to say. He had put it on right in front of all the guys, didn't even turn around. After Ronnie put the suit on, he looked at himself in the mirror and saw how low cut it was and how his bulge really looked good, he said, "man, this feels so good, it's so soft, and my bulge looks really big. I look pretty damn hot in a speedo. I'm gonna wear these all weekend."

"Hey, dude, what did I tell you," shouted Barry, the newly converted brief wearer. "You wouldn't listen to me, but I knew if I could come around, you'd like them and come around too."

"When you're right, you're right, Barry, as much as I hate to admit that you know something, for that matter, that you know anything."

"Well, f...k you buddy, you finally realized how smart I am," at which everyone laughed as they all said, "no, you're still the same, you just look better in a speedo than in those dorky boardshorts."

Meanwhile, the noise level was getting higher and higher as the guys were really letting loose as they ate and consumed more beer. Joel was getting more and more worried as the time drew near the 8:00 deadline for the first check in with gramps.

"Bryan, we need to get the beer out of sight and not in the shower, my grandpa is never going to fall for that. We have to think of something else to do with it."

"Dude, you worry too much, he'll never know that the beer is there, you just have to be cool when you skype with him."

"Bryan, it's not going to work, I'm sure of it, now help me figure some other way to hide it." Joel felt bad about lying to his grandpa, but at this point, he had no choice, he had to do something.

Barry overheard what Bryan and Joel were talking about and said, "Is that a storage area in the loft, you know the one that has the sliding doors? What if we put the cooler with the beer in there and make sure that no one is drinking when he calls and there are no beer cans anywhere?"

"That might work" said Joel. "I know that gramps never even uses that storage area and hardly ever goes up to the loft - it's only Grammy and him and they only use the downstairs of the condo. Let's do it."

It was now 10 minutes to 8, 10 minutes before the first check in. Barry, Bryan, and Joel told the rest of the guys what the plan was and told them to quit screwing around for just a couple of minutes so they could hide the beer.

"Hey guys, whatever you're drinking right now, dump it and lose the can in the trash down here, not in the condo trash can. You gotta hurry."

"What do you mean, waste perfectly good beer?" yelled Ricky.

"Yeah, that's just what I mean, or else my grandpa is going to make us 'vacate the premises' as he would say. So, everyone, get moving."

"And break out the cans of soda so it will look like that's all we're drinking", said Jimmy, who actually was drinking only soda because he really didn't like beer very much.

Everyone scrambled around, clearing up the cans while Joel and Bryan put the cooler in the storage bin. Joel hated doing this because he really felt guilty about lying to his grandpa, but he had no choice. He should have said something before the guys bought the beer, but he didn't and couldn't do anything about it now.

It was now 8:00 and right on schedule gramps called up to Skype with Joel.

"Hey gramps, how's everything?" Joel asked.

"Everything's fine here with Grammy and me. How's things at the condo? Are you having a good time?"

"Yeah, we really are having a lot of fun."

"I'm glad to hear that. Now let's take a look around."

"Sure thing, gramps, let's go."

....to be continued

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Nice continuation D67. Lots of options to continue.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Joel felt awful about misleading gramps. One day he’d confess because the guilt would get the best of him. It really bothered Joel that despite the fear that gramps would do a full blown search, he actually didn’t ask any questions. Total faith in his handsome grandson\, the eldest of his grandchildren. Turns out the tour was gramps wanting to get a live view of the beach from the balcony and he asked for a group view of the guys. No search, no questions. After all, Joel would never break the rules, Gramps was sure of that.

“Yes, sir,” Joel answered as Gramps asked if the gang was enjoying the condo. Joel always gave gramps the ultimate of respect. “We have been out on the beach, played volleyball, and now were about to grill some burgers.” Joel said, bare-chested and wearing just his swimsuit. Gramps thought how handsome and muscular his grandson was becoming.

“See any cute girls?” Gramps asked. “You there are some real sweethearts around there.”

“Well, a few,” Joel answered, embarrassed by the question.

The guys chatted for fifteen minutes. The call ended with “I love you,” from each and Gramps waived the later call. “Have fun, be good,” was his final line, a dagger full of guilt poison for Joel. He didn’t have any beer for the rest of the night. By midnight the guys were starting to crash and by 1 am they were all sound asleep, some loaded with far more beer than they needed. Luckily, the condo survived without a spill.
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Steph and Bryan were alone walking on the beach. It was peaceful, the sun was hanging low in the western horizon, about 30 minutes until it would edge into the dark unknown. Bryan held Steph’s hand as they walked. She was in the sexiest tiny purple string bikini, the kind that was barely legal. She had never worn such a slight swimsuit before, but she was ready to catch Bryan, and Bryan was ready to be caught. Bryan was wearing a 2 inch side red Tyr USA brief, one he had just bought. It was snug, the lycra clinging to him and his bulge was very much on display. He was aroused, which made him look even more desirous to Steph.

“I love it when we have the beach alone,” Bryan said as they walked.

“It is really great,” Steph replied. She checked out how his bulge juggled ever so slight as his muscular swimmer legs moved along the beach. “I love your new swimsuit,” she added.

“Thanks, yours too. You know you are making me horny wearing that.” Bryan replied.

“That was the idea,” she laughed. “I can see it is working.” She rubbed his butt.

They walked about 15 minutes more, meandering into and out of the surf, but never getting any more wet than their ankles.

“What if I pulled one of these strings,” Bryan asked teasingly as he held the one closest to him.

“Don’t you dare,” she teased back.

“Never know,” he said. She slapped his wrist, jokingly.

They reached a very secluded spot on the beach, The homes along the beach were hidden by the high dunes, and the beach was void of anyone but the two of them.

“Let’s watch the sunset,” Bryan suggested, stopping.

“Good idea,” Steph replied. The two sat in the warm sand, side by side, facing the water. Steph snuggled close to Bryan.

“Wish we had brought a blanket,” Bryan added. “Oh well.”

“This is nice,” she replied, as she started to rub Bryan’s chest. He was quickly becoming very aroused, his bulge showing the growth of his manhood under the tight red lycra. The sun was now very low, a big orange ball shimmering its final rays over the water. The sky was an eerie mix of the final moments of day and the creeping in of night. The waves providing a soothing backdrop of sound. Bryan leaned over and kissed Steph, at first a soft and quick kiss. She pulled him back in for a much longer and deeper one. They both laid on their sides and faced each other, embraced and in the longest, deepest kiss either had ever had.

“This is so nice,” Steph whispered. Bryan moaned in agreement. He was so turned on, so aroused. He was about to burst out of the swimsuit, the tiny two inch band of lycra struggling to hold in the massive aroused anatomy. Steph pushed Bryan onto his back and laid slightly diagonal across his chest. She could see his bulging suit, the clear outline of his very strong erection. She kissed his chest and rubbed her hand down along his suit. He kissed her hair.

Steph slid her hand onto his manhood, holding the bulging suit in her grasp. Bryan moaned again, as she kissed him deeply. She rubbed along the outline with her fingers. He could feel himself getting more and more turned on. He asked if she would let him take her all the way. She wasn’t ready to go that far. He moaned, he was so ready, so much wanting to go to a place he had never been. She held him her hand as they kissed, feeling the collection of aroused parts in her palm. Bryan knew he could not hold it. He was beginning to get the urges an all out explosion rising from his testicles. Stephanie’s soft hand taunting him to let go.

“Oh man,” Bryan blurted out, the tight swimsuit now gripping his very aroused and stimulated manhood. There was no Stephanie. The condo was dark. He was sweaty, he tried to hold back, holding both hands on his bulging swimsuit, .but he was too far aroused. He could not stop the inevitable, his pelvis started to thrust into his grasp.. His body was exploding inside the clinging swimsuit. He was breathing hard. He tried to keep cover with his hands as he looked around, all the other guys were still asleep, thank goodness. The place smelled of sweaty guys, stale beer, and who knows what else. Bryan laid on his back, eyes open., his swimsuit soaked and sticky He was still aroused, but fading. He could not believe he just had a sexual wet dream right in front of the guys. He looked at his watch, the indigo light creating a small shimmer in the room. It was 4:42AM. He laid his head back on the pillow he had borrowed from the sofa. The final escapes of his wild dream released into the swimsuit. Bryan smiled at the image of Stephanie in the tiny purple bikini, all a manifestation of his imagination. He let out a soft groan. Thankfully, everyone was still sleeping, or so he thought.

“That must have been some dream,” Jimmy whispered. He had watched almost the whole thing.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Bryan said shocked to hear the voice. “Did I wake you?” Bryan tried to play cool.

“Well, you were moaning and tossing. I wasn’t sure what was happening.” Jimmy said. “I guess you had fun.”

“Don’t tell anyone!” Bryan pleaded.

“Our secret,” Jimmy replied. “Happens to all of us.”

“I gotta go get changed.” Bryan whispered as he stood to go to the bathroom.

Jimmy wasn’t the only one who saw Bryan's wild dream play out. Nick smiled to himself as Bryan stepped over him. Nick was quite aroused by it himself. He looked over at Jimmy as he rubbed his own body, both also still wearing their swimsuits, as were most of the guys. They both smiled.

[Dooley67]

"Hey Jimmy, that must have been one hot dream that Bryan had, I bet he was dreaming about Stephanie," said Nick as he continued to rub his body.

"Yeah, I think you're right, just look at them, when they're together, you know that there's some real 'chemistry' going on, you know what I mean?", replied Jimmy.

"Dude, I don't have a clue what you're talking about, this 'chemistry' thing. That's never happened to me," Nick said with the biggest smirk on his face.

"Man, you almost had me there, I was starting to think you really didn't know what I was talking about," laughed Jimmy. "I didn't know that you were awake and heard Bryan, and I promised not to tell anyone about it."

"That's cool," said Nick, "but I know Bryan well enough to tell him I was awake and heard him, and I won't give him a hard time about it, pun intended."

"Your sense of humor is really weird, but then again, I like weird, if you know what I mean."

"Yes, I DO know what you mean," barked Nick in a very dramatic, mock angry tone.

"Yeah, sorry about that, I know I shouldn't keep saying 'if you know what I mean', but I love how you react every time, it makes me laugh and it also makes me feel good."

"Seriously," answered Nick, "does that ever happen to you, you know, what happened to Bryan, the wet dream?"

"Yeah, it happened to me once, I don't remember anything about what I was dreaming or if I was dreaming, but all of a sudden, I woke up wet and sticky, it felt really weird, but also really good, not the wet and sticky, but what caused the wet and sticky. What about you."

"Well, truth or dare time for me. I've had a couple of wet dreams, I think everyone does, but one really turned me on and I remembered what I was dreaming about."

"What was it?"

"Don't get pissed off - it was a dream about you and me and it happened not too long after you and I were wrestling around and the fell on each other with both of us hard. The dream was really graphic and seemed so real and it felt really good."

"You son of a b...h, no, just kidding, I'm not pissed off at you. Dude, I really like you and the fact that you had that kind of dream about us makes me feel great, like we have something really good between us."

"Yeah, me too," said Nick. "I also think we have something really good between us. We're best buds, and we also have the physical thing going for us. Maybe sometime we'll do something about it, even though that makes me kind of nervous."

"It makes me nervous too," replied Jimmy. "I've never felt this way about anyone, girl or boy, and while I like feeling this way, I don't understand it completely and I don't know where it's going and I don't know if this means I'm gay. But I don't want the feeling to stop, know what I mean - damn, there I go again."

"No worries, I don't really mind it when you say 'know what I mean', I just want to give you a hard time. And I know exactly what you mean, because I feel just like you do, confused, who knows, maybe I'm gay, maybe we're both gay, but you know, who cares, as long as we keep this just between us, I think we'll figure it out."

Jimmy took in everything that Nick said. "I think we will figure this out. Man I can't believe we're talking about this at 5:00 in the morning. Let's just try to go back to sleep and stop thinking about it for now."

"That's a plan, but it's not going to be easy to fall asleep with this wood between my legs. I gotta take care of it." whispered Nick.

"Me too," answered Jimmy, "let's just try to be quiet if we can." And then they both cracked up and started taking care of business, each by himself, ever so slowly.


.....to be continued.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

I love the dialogue. I feel the struggle they two guys are having. So unsure of how to proceed. New territory for them and knowing that they have feelings different from the other guys. You captured it well, the seriousness hidden behind the humor. Nice work D67.

STS

[a speedo minded guy]

You 2 guys are in a groove about how the story is continuing wonderfully. Keep up the great work!!!!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Bryan wandered back up the boardwalk path toward the condo shortly before seven. After his dream, he went out on the beach for a long slow run watching the sun fill the sky and the ocean with yellow rays. The air was crisp, at least for Florida, and the sky was still dark as he started out, a shadow in the lights of the condo complex that quickly faded into the black sky as he slowly ran along the edge of the surf. Whatever coolness he felt from the ocean breeze soon became sweat as his body warmed into the run. He was bare-chested, barefoot, and barely clothed. He was wearing a really cool Turbo English Bull Dog swimsuit, it had been his first Turbo suit ever and he really loved it. Bryan saved that suit for only special occasions, but a day with Steph was probably just as special an occasion as any.

The apartment was still quiet, mostly. Joel was up before seven, sitting on the balcony. He watched as Bryan ran back down the beach and then up the boardwalk path toward the condo building. Joel smiled at the look of the handsome young man barely clothed walking along the edge of the pool. Joel had on a pair of really short running shorts, the kind with virtually no inseam, and the sides fully split. He loved wearing them for running or to just hang out in. His hand was nestled between his legs, playing with what was barely inside the loose fitting shorts.

“Hey Bryan,” Joel called out quietly, standing at the rail. Bryan stopped and looked up. Joel smiled as he looked down at Bryan, who looked amazing standing just below the balcony, Joel had a top down profile view of him all glistening from the sweat. Joel rubbed the front of his skimpy shorts, a stirring there. “Want to hit the hot tub?” He barely whispered.

“Um, sure,” Bryan replied. “Grab me a water,” Bryan added. “And a shirt.”

“Stay there,” Joel replied.

The two guys had the hot tub and the pool to themselves, it was still fairly early. Joel was still in the same short running shorts, which were loosely floating around him in the bubbles of the tub. Bryan sat directly across from him, his face flush from the run and the warm tub. Joel had never admitted to anyone that he is sometimes interested in guys, but Bryan was one of those guys.

“Sleep well,” Joel asked. “I mean it must have sucked being on the floor.”

“It was fine,” Bryan replied. “Yeah, I slept pretty good. Just woke up really early.” No mention of the dream. “How about you?”

“I always wake up early here. It is like I don’t want to miss any of it.” Joel replied. “We are going to have a blast today.” Joel added , watching as Bryan hoisted his long, svelte body onto the side of the hot tub. His suit clinged to him, his bulge almost eye level to Joel. Bryan had his legs spread about shoulder width, giving a great view. Joel couldn’t help but stare right at his friend’s package. “Cool swimsuit,” he finally added. “You got some great suits.”

“Thanks, man. Yeah I really like this one. It is different.”

“Hey, serious question. You ever look at some guys and think they are really good looking?” Joel asked Bryan. His heart was racing in his chest. “I mean not like sexual, but just that you think they are handsome.”

“Never really thought about it,” Bryan answered. “Yeah, maybe. I mean at swimming I see some guys and think they look really strong and stuff. Why man, what’s up?”

“Oh nothing, I was just thinking, you know.” Joel replied.

“What, you think I am a stud?” Bryan replied. “Is that it?’ he teased.

“Well, I do think you are a good looking guy,” Joel replied seriously. His response was sincere.

“So are you,” Bryan replied. “I mean you are a machine.” Joel smiled.

“Let’s go running on the beach later.” Joel changed the subject. He had gotten enough of an answer, for now. In his exploration of figuring himself out, he felt like all was okay.

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Nick and Jimmy were far up the beach the opposite way to Bryan’s run. They had both quietly left the condo shortly after Bryan. Jimmy was wearing a orange print Speedo vortex print swimsuit. It was a wider leg cut that the swim team suits, but he liked the colors. Nick was wearing a black and white Nike splice brief. Over they each had on sweatshirts, which made for a funny contrast. It was still dark when they set out. Neither had finished “business” after Bryan’s wild dream, so they were both still holding an undercurrent of arousal.

“You think we’ll see the sunrise over the water?” Nick asked.

“Only if the world flipped over last night,” Jimmy mocked in reply. “We are on the west side, so it sets over the water.”

“Ah, duh,” Nick replied.

They walked in silence, both caught not sure what to do now that they had some real alone time, masked by the darkness of the sky. They were truly alone, the dark beach, the surf occasionally wetting their feet. It was an awkward moment, almost like the kiss at the end of a first date. Nick finally broke the silence.

“Okay if we do this?” he asked as he reached over and took Jimmy’s hand. It just felt like the right next step.

“Sure,” Jimmy replied as felt Nick wrap his right hand around Jimmy’s left. The grip was strong, warm and very romantic/

“I wanted to do this all day yesterday,” Nick confided. He felt himself start to get aroused, the grip of his suit getting tighter.

“Me, too.” Jimmy replied. “I wasn’t sure how to ask.”

“You know, we need to just ask when we want to try something, and agree we will never hold back.” Nick responded.

“Deal,” Jimmy proclaimed as waved their held hands.

They never went further than the hand hold, even thought they both wanted to. Despite the pact, they both held back on taking the next step. It was just as well, they had a peaceful walk together as they explored each other’s feelings.

“What was the first thing you liked about me?” Jimmy asked as the sun started to break over the horizon to their east.

“Well, it wasn’t so much looks, although you are really cute, but I like how sincere you are,” Nick replied. “And you make me laugh.”

“I like that you make me feel good, I mean you make me feel okay with who I am,” Jimmy shared back. “Plus you do look hot in swimsuits. I mean you make me bone at practice.”

“Well, yeah, there is always that part,” Nick agreed.

By the time they made it back to the condo, they had learned so much more about who they were, both as individuals and as a couple. Despite the daylight, the still held hands. A little more of their secret was being revealed. They walked past Joel and Bryan in the hot tub and headed into the condo.

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The guys were all up by 8, a few a little blurry eyed from the beer and the bottle of wine they copped from the college guys later the prior night. Both bathrooms of the beachfront condo went non stop as the guys showered and cleaned up, ready for a second fun day at the beach, this time with the girls. Steph already had texted Bryan to say they were already up and ready to head out somewhere close to 9. The guys had about an hour, so they opted to head to a nearby Dunkin Donuts for the perfect Sunday breakfast of egg sandwiches, donuts and coffee. Most of them had on shorts of some type, except for Nick, Jimmy and Bryan who all wore swimsuits under their swim team T-shirts.

The cute girl at the counter smiled as the gang of guys piled into the shop. She diligently took their orders, smiling and bantering with each of them. When she got to the three swimsuit clad guys, she made them raise their shirts so she could see what they packed underneath. “We don’t see many guys in Speedos in here,” she confessed. The guys made quite a commotion of the back counter staff. It was all fun.

“Alright, dudes, what’s the plan?” Jimmy asked out loud as they all piled around three tables pulled together.

“Well, I am getting some alone time with Steph,” Bryan announced to a bunch of implying remarks back.

“I think you are already getting a boner.” Barry teased. “Better get a bigger swimsuit.”

“You just wish you could get a boner,” Bryan teased back.

“Hey nit wads, we are in a family restaurant,” Joel cut the banter off.

The guys finished up breakfast and cleaned their mess up. As they headed out the door, the counter girl called out “Hey, come back tomorrow and all of you wear Speedos,” she smiled. The guys headed out the door, high on sugar and caffeine. It was the launch of a wild and crazy day.

[Dooley67]

Great chapter, STS. The issue of adolescent sexual questioning was so carefully and meaningfully handled and the allure of the Speedo to girls was really sweet. I've got lots of options for my next chapter. Gotta do some thinking about it.

D67

[solarguy]

Thanks for continueing guys!! Loving this story!

[Dooley67]

When the guys returned to the condo from breakfast at Dunkin Donuts, all the guys who weren't wearing speedos went upstairs and changed, all except for Ricky.

"Are you still going to wear those dorky boardshorts?" asked Joel. "You know, you would really look hot in a speedo and the girls would just about climb all over you."

"I'm not going to wear a speedo, they're OK for swim team, but I just don't like them for the beach."

"Dude, what are you afraid of, you wear them to practice and for meets, just think of this as a swim meet at the beach," argued Joel, trying to persuade Ricky and also wanting to see Ricky in a speedo because he thought he was really cute and he knew he had a great looking package from seeing him at practice. So far, he wasn't having much luck.

Ricky answered very carefully, not knowing exactly how to say what was on his mind. "Joel, you want to know what I'm afraid of, well, I'll tell you, but don't go blabbing it around to all the guys."

Joel realized that Ricky was really serious and said, "I won't, trust me."

"OK, here's the deal. There are two reasons, first, I'm afraid that everyone is going to think I'm gay because I'm wearing a speedo on the beach. It's normal for swim team, but this isn't swim team and I don't want anyone thinking I'm gay. Second, when I wear a speedo around girls, I can't help it, but I bone up and that's really embarrassing. There, you have it."

Joel chose his words carefully, knowing how he felt earlier in the morning when he was admiring Bryan's package in his low cut Turbo English Bulldog suit, and not wanting to send out any mixed messages. "Well, look at it this way, Ricky, if wearing a speedo on the beach means you're gay, then you're as gay as the rest of us because we're all wearing speedos, even Barry and Ronnie, and in Barry's case, he's lovin' it. Second, do you think you're the only guy to get a boner around girls? It happens to every guy, you just either turn over onto your stomach or run for the water. It's no big deal. And do you think the girls don't notice it. They love it, they love that they turn guys on. Seriously, you're no different from the rest of us. Just give it a try."

"You really think that other people on the beach won't think I'm gay and the girls don't mind?", asked Ricky.

"Dude, you're among friends, if that's what people think, then they'll think that about all of us, and yes, I really know that the girls don't mind, like I said, they love it. Don't worry so much."

Ricky was being hard to convince so Joel said, "look, try it today before the girls get here, there's still some time. If it still bothers you, you can change back into your boardies, that is, if nobody has hidden them...no, just kidding."

"I can't try it today, I didn't bring any of my suits with me," Ricky declared, thinking he had an out.

"No worries, I brought several suits, we're about the same size, you can wear one of mine."

"You're not going to stop bugging me until I say yes, are you?" Ricky whined.

"Nope, not a chance."

"OK, I'm in", Ricky said. He actually was pretty much convinced by Joel's arguments, but didn't want to give up so easily.

"Great, you won't be sorry when all the girls are hanging all over you. Let's go upstairs and you can try them on and pick out the one you want to wear."

The two guys ran up the stairs two at a time. Joel opened the door and they went into the bedroom where Joel's gear was. From his bag he pulled out a Turbo Ipanema suit, a Tyr 2" all over jungle suit, and a hot looking red Euro Sporti.

"Those are all really tight and low cut, don't you have any that aren't so revealing?" Ricky asked plaintively.

Joel was getting a little frustrated and impatient with Ricky but didn't want to blow it. "Dude, they're no smaller than our meet suits. Just try them on and decide."

Ricky wasn't bashful in front of Joel as he stripped off his shorts and put on the Ipanema suit first. "What do I do with my dick, there's no room for it."

"Dude, you wear speedos all the time. Just position yourself up or to the side and you'll have plenty of room."

Ricky positioned his dick pointing up and exclaimed,"you're right, it fits!" He looked in the mirror and liked what he saw. "Now let me try the Tyr." Ricky then pulled on the Tyr which was a looser fit and not quite as low cut. By this time, Ricky was getting a little aroused but still found plenty of room for his package. "This one looks pretty good, but I don't like it as much as the Ipanema."

Joel felt himself getting semi hard as he watched Ricky change. Ricky was one of those guys he had talked to Bryan about, the kind of guy who is good looking and looks great in a brief suit. "Now try the red Sporti, Ricky, and then you choose."

Ricky picked up the red Sporti, held it in front of himself, and cried, "man, this is really tiny. How do I get into this."

"Just like all the others, one leg at a time," Joel said with a smirk on his face.

"Very funny, you know what I mean."

"Just do it," implored Joel.

Ricky slipped the Sporti on, arranged himself pointed up, tied the strings really tight and then proceeded to look in the mirror. "Man, this is really small and cut low and I can feel my dick getting hard - I'm going to come out over the waistband."

"Push yourself off to the side, that works better, and you won't come over the waistband" said Joel.

Ricky positioned himself to the side, liked what he saw, and felt himself deflating a little, feeling very relieved.

"OK, which is it going to be?"

"The Tyr is nice but I like that both the Ipanema and the Sporti are cut so low," Ricky said. "But I like the way the Sporti feels the best so that's the one."

"That's the one I'd have chosen for you too, you look really hot." Realizing what he had blurted out, Joel fumbled and said, "that's what the girls would say, I'm sure." Fortunately, Ricky didn't even seem to hear Joel because he was too busy trying out different positions for his package, much to Joel's relief.

"It's time, let's get to the beach for the unveiling," Joel laughed.

The guys headed straight for the beach, Joel in his black Sporti and Ricky in the red Sporti, no shirts or shorts. When they got there, the other guys were playing beach volleyball and couldn't believe their eyes. "Hey, look at Ricky in a speedo, the guy who said he wouldn't be caught dead in a speedo on the beach," Bryan yelled.

"Hey, buddy, you look great in that Sporti," shouted Barry. "You finally saw the light and took the plunge, probably wouldn't have done it if I hadn't."

"Maybe, but Joel made some good arguments and said that if I got a boner when the girls arrive, you'd all form a circle around me to hide me."

"In your dreams, Ricky," cried Joel. "You're on your own, but just remember, you're among all your gay friends because we're all in speedos...just kidding."

Everyone laughed, knowing that there were some people who really thought that anyone who wore a speedo was gay. There were some guys, though, who thought about it, not because of wearing speedos, but for other reasons. But all their thoughts were interrupted when Bryan yelled, "hey, the girls just drove up...let the party begin!


....to be continued

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Most of the day was done. The girls had left a few hours ago, along with some of the guys. Bryan drove home alone with Steph, their relationship hitting new levels of discovery. A ride filled with kisses, erotic hand holds, and a few well paced rubs. Enough to make any swimsuit fill with desire. Joel and Jimmy were the lone survivors, Jimmy stayed back to help Joel clean up the place. Even Nick had left, catching a ride with Ashish, who showed up alone to the party. The charade of homework, but in his heart Jimmy knew better. Jimmy was still in his swimsuit, a very attractive print Speedo, red against a black background. Joel, who had gone for a run on the beach was in the cutest pair of orange BOA running shorts, sweaty and a black liner made a brief like view visible underneath. They were both bare-chested, Joel a smooth chest and abs, no hair and Jimmy a rail thin abdomen and chest that had yet to become the manly body he would grow into. Both cute and both hot in the eyes of their peer aged girls. Joel’s shorts clung to the rise of a very nice bump out in his groin, Jimmy’s swimsuit gave every indication of his religion.


“I think Grampie would be happy,” Joel said as he folded the last towel. The place looked perfect, in fact more perfect than when the guys arrived. “How about a walk along the beach before we head out,” Joel suggested.

“That would be cool,” Jimmy replied. The two guys were becoming deep friends.

“Hey, we have some wine left,” Joel offered, “not much, but we can finish the bottle off and bury it in the trash downstairs,” Joel added. He grabbed two red solo cups and filled each about half way from a bottle of cheap Gallo Chardonnay. “Here,” he extended the filled cup to Jimmy.

“Thanks, man,” Jimmy replied. The smile between them connected, Joel feeling a tingle as their eyes met. The guys headed out the door.

The beach was quiet, typical of late on Sunday in the off season. A few older folks from the nearby retirement condo complex, but no younger folks and no one in skimpy shorts or clingy swimsuits. They headed south, toward a more desolate part of the beach, the white sand laid out before them. The footprints of all the walkers before imprinted in the sand.

“Did you ever think we’d get some of those guys in a Speedo?” Jimmy asked.

“No way,” answered Joel. “Heck I never thought I’d ever wear a Speedo myself. I have to admit, though, I see why you like them.”

“Why is that?” Jimmy asked.

“They feel so awesome on, and I think they really look cool, too.” Joel replied. “I mean they fit great.” Jimmy smiled.

“You look awesome in a swimsuit,” Jimmy replied. “I mean you are tall and got a great body, lean and mean.”

“I feel like I am too skinny, but with running I can’t really help it.” Joel asked.

“No way are you too skinny. You look amazing.” Jimmy replied. He meant it. Jimmy had eyed every inch of Joel when he was in the Speedo he borrowed. He also liked how Joel looked in his sleek running shorts.

They found an abandoned guard stand. The beach around it empty. Joel climbed up on it first, it was about six feet high with a bench big enough for two. It was set back from the water, well out of any danger of waves puling it away. “Hey, come on up,” Joel motioned to Jimmy. Jimmy obeyed and climbed up the front ladder, Joel watching. The two ended up sitting side by side, bodies touching along the legs and at the waist,

“This is awesome,” Jimmy began as they watched the waves roll ashore. The sun was starting its descent into the water, but sunset was a good hour or more away.

“I love watching sunsets at the beach,” Joel replied. “They are amazing.” The two guys sat silent for quite a while, sipping the wine from the solo cups. They were both turned on, but not aroused, at least not aroused to the point it showed. It was an awkward moment, neither guy sure what to do or say next, but both wanting to say something.

“Hey Jimmy, can I ask you something?” Joel finally broke the ice. Jimmy nodded his consent saying nothing. “You ever been attracted to another guy, I mean not as a friend, but like really attracted?” The question caught Jimmy off guard. He never thought Joel would be asking him such a question, let alone thinking about it.

“I guess so,” Jimmy replied. “I mean there are some guys I think are really cute and I like the way they look and stuff…” Jimmy trailed off. The silence was awkward, neither guy sure where the conversation was going next. They watched the waves, Joel fidgeted with his hands, touching his knees and his legs. “Why do you ask?” Jimmy finally broke the silence.

“You can’t tell anyone,” Joel started. “I was watching Bryan yesterday and this morning and well, you know, it was like how I think I am suppose to feel when I see a really cute girl,” Joel confided slowly and cautiously. “I mean I got all turned on,” he added. Jimmy listened. “I’ve never had that happen before, with a guy or a girl. You can’t tell anyone,” Joel added at the end, again.

“Hey, it is Bryan. He is really hot looking.” Jimmy replied. “Everyone gets a boner over Bryan.” he laughed.

“I’m being serious,” Joel replied.

“Sorry,” Jimmy said softly, feeling bad that he made Joel feel he was not taking the discussion serious.

“And then today, watching you as we cleaned up, you looked so sexy doing the dishes in just that swimsuit,” Joel continued. “I liked everything about it, your legs, your chest, even how you made that swimsuit look. I really like you, Jimmy.” With that Joel put his right hand on Jimmy’s left leg. Jimmy flinched a little, but let it stay. “You think I might be gay?”

“Hey Joel, you and I are alike,” Jimmy started out his reply. “ I really do like guys. I am pretty sure I am, but you have to figure that out on your own. I mean all weekend I kept getting all boner watching the guys in those swimsuits.”

“Are you and Nick an item?” Joel asked. “I mean you guys hang out all the time and did those long walks alone.”

“Yeah, I guess we are.,” Jimmy replied.

“Too bad,” Joel replied. “I was hoping you and I could become closer.” The statement immediately caused Jimmy to blush and his body started to respond to the turn on, the bulge of his swimsuit filling out.

“We can still be awesome friends.” Jimmy replied.

“Thanks man,” Joel replied. The two then jumped from the tower and spontaneously hugged. It was the first time ever Jimmy had hugged a guy, and like a first time anything, his shorts swelled with his sexual charge. Jimmy felt Joel against him, which caused a similar reaction inside the tight print Speedo. Neither guy cared.

They headed back to the condo, laughing and carrying on, as if the weight of the world had been lifted off at least one of their shoulders. Jimmy stayed in his swimsuit the whole trip home. Joel enjoyed the view.

[solarguy]

WHEW!!!! I was getting worried that the stories weren't continueing! Thanks for another great chapter!

[Dooley67]

Wonderful chapter full of the adolescent angst, uncertainty, and questioning of one's sexuality. I'm up next and hope to get another chapter written within the next week. Thanks for the positive comments solar guy. I know it keeps me writing and I think STS feels the same way.

D67

[a speedo minded guy]

Another wonderful chapter. Please keep up the great work!!!!

[Dooley67]

The ride home would take about two hours, two hours for Joel to admire Jimmy in his tight swimsuit. They had talked earlier in the day about Joel's attraction to Jimmy, about Jimmy and Nick being an "item", and about Joel's disappointment about not being able to get closer to Jimmy. As they drove, Joel decided he wanted to open the conversation again.

"Jimmy, I hope you won't get mad, but I want to talk so more about what we talked about on the beach earlier today. I have some more questions and I think you have more experience with this than I do. And don't think I'm trying to hit on you, well maybe I am," Joel laughed, "cause I'm really not."

"It's cool Joel", Jimmy replied. "I'm OK with talking more about it. But don't think I have more experience than you, because I don't. When I was confused I talked to my sister Angie, and that helped me, so if you want to talk more, go ahead."

"Well, here goes. After we talked and we jumped down from the guard stand, we hugged and we both got hard and it felt really good. So, does that mean I'm gay and because you got turned on, then you're into me?"

Jimmy struggled to respond to Joel. "You're right, we both got turned on. I'm not sure I know what it meant. Like I really like Nick, I guess, sort of like a boyfriend, but I also like you in a different way. But, yeah, I did get aroused, and maybe that means that I am gay and that I get turned on by good looking guys like you, especially when you're wearing skimpy running shorts or the speedo you borrowed from me."

Joel took all of this in and after a long pause said, "maybe I'm gay too, because I boned up looking at Bryan in his tiny speedo, I got hard looking at you in your speedo while you were washing the dishes, and the same thing happened looking at the other guys in speedos on the beach."

"The same thing happens to me, Joel," answered Jimmy.

"So what's different? You get turned on by good looking, well built guys in speedos, but there's something more for you with Nick. I get turned on by good looking, well built guys in speedos, but there's something more for me with you. What does it mean."

"Wow, dude, you're really getting deep here, you're really thinking hard about this," said Jimmy. "What I feel about Nick is that he's funny, he's cute, he can be serious, and he really likes me for me, not just for my abs and my dick. And I think those are the things about me that you like. Who knows, if I had gotten to know you before I knew Nick, maybe it would be that way for us."

"You're right Jimmy, those are the things about you that I like, and although I really like the way you pack a speedo, that's really not the only reason for me. It's the other things, you can really be funny, and you know how to make someone feel better."

By this time, the guys were about half way home, when after a long silence, Jimmy asked, "Joel, have you ever done anything with another guy, or wanted to do something?"

"Now who's getting deep here?" Joel exclaimed.

"Well, it's a logical question considering what we've been talking about almost all day. You don't have to answer if you don't want to," said Jimmy, wondering if he had taken this too far.

"No, I'm OK with answering, just a little surprised -I thought you and Nick being together and all, had done stuff and wouldn't need to ask."

"I'm being really honest here dude, the only thing Nick and I have done is to hold hands. I want to do more and I know he does too, but we're just waiting and I don't really know why."

"To answer your question, I've never done anything with a guy or with a girl, but I want to, but I feel like it has to be the right guy at the right time," Joel said.

"I think that's what it is for me too," said Jimmy. "I think Nick is the right guy but I want to be sure."

At this point, the trip was almost over, and both guys were quiet, deep in thought. They had some very deep conversations and felt like they had a lot of things to think about.

"Thanks for talking, Jimmy," said Joel even though you just like me for my abs, my lean body and my dick...lol"

"Thanks for starting the conversation, Joel. It's not easy talking about these things, but you are really easy to talk to, and you really do have a nice dick that shows through your speedo," Jimmy laughed.

The two were quiet for the rest of the trip. When they reached Jimmy's house, he got out and said,"thanks for everything, not just for driving me home. See you at practice."

"Yeah, see you at practice, and thanks for everything too, not just for helping me clean up the condo."

.......to be continued

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Love the dialogue. Depth, humor, exploration all wrapped into a very complex and twisting conversation. Very impressed.

STS

[a speedo minded guy]

Hi guys,

I'd love to see a new chapter please. It's been a while.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“See you at the meet, tomorrow,” Bryan said as gave Stephanie a hug and kiss. Their relationship was blossoming and they were exploring the limits further and further each time they spent together. Bryan jumped in his Jeep Wrangler, a hot red one that Steph loved, and blew her another kiss. He looked so cute in his blue print board shorts that hung low on his hips revealing the waistband of the swimsuit he wore under. He was shirtless, his tight abs and muscular chest showing the efforts of his swi mming. She most loved him in his team swimsuits. Wearing those she could hardly keep her hands off him.

“Can’t wait to see you in your Speedo,” she texted him as quickly as he pulled from the curb. He smiled at the note. A tingle of sensation ran between his legs. He always found himself getting turned on when he was around Steph, most especially if he was in his swim team suits. He felt himself get hard, his shorts and the suit underneath straining against his youthful sexual zest. The side effects of their time alone in his jeep on the private road near leading back to Alligator Pond.

The meet tomorrow was a large coed meet, one of the bigger ones where the guys and girls teams swam together. It was a nearly full day event. All the swimmers were pumped up about it. It was being hosted this year at their own school, so they had home pool advantage. It would draw a big crowd, and the swim boosters, a collection of swimmer parents and friends, offered free hot dogs and burgers for any students watching the meet. That usually brought the crowd in. Of course, there would be the contingent of cute girls there to simply check out the cute guys in their tight little swimsuits.

“Dude, no sex,” came a text from Jimmy on Bryan’s cell phone, breaking his mind from the lustful thoughts. Bryan had confided in Jimmy that he really wanted to go “all the way” with Steph and he shared intimate details of what they had already.

“Not yet,” he texted back. “But I might need to do myself…lol” Bryan added.

“Yeah, but you do that three times a day,” Jimmy shot back.

“LMAO,” Bryan replied. He got out of the Jeep, tugged the front of his shorts and pushed his bulging anatomy down. The house was empty, so he bounded upstairs to his room. A picture of Ryan Lochte graced the swim wall, while a pin up of some hot beach volleyball player in her skimpy bikini graced the ceiling above his bed. A flat screen he saved money for was on the wall at the end of his bed, a really awesome 50 inch specimen that was his pride and joy. He shed the shorts, locked his door, and dived onto the bed. He laid there, naked but for the swimsuit, and rubbed his hand over his bulge. He loved admiring himself, especially when his manhood looked so large. He wasn’t hard, but he was full of desire.

Stephanie laid on her bed thinking about the night they had just had. Until tonight, their relationship had not ventured much past kissing, but tonight they both explored each other’s bodies. The country road was quiet, they were alone, and the pond was calm as glass. It was appropriately named, as alligators were frequently seen. Bryan had slipped off his boardies and shirt, revealing his tightly packed swimsuit, an Arena print. She had on a floral print bikini top and green bikini bottoms. As they made out, their hands wandered down to lower parts on the body, She had never felt a guy’s anatomy before tonight, the way his wrapped around and down between his legs. Bryan was positioned down. She marveled at how he seemed to grow into her hand each time she rubbed over him. As she replayed the night, her own body shuddered with the titillating sensations of what he would have felt like with her.

The alarm rang out early at 5 am. Bryan had fitfully slept, the result of his constant state of arousal and the erections that came with it. He was still in the swimsuit, he rubbed himself, feeling his current erection. He laid on his back, one hand on his chest, and one on his crotch. “Probably should get up,” he thought.

“Good morning sweet boy,” rang out a text from Stephanie. “Hope you slept well. I dreamt of you all night.”

“Good morning. Me too. I think I need a cold shower,” Bryan texted back.

Jimmy, Nick, and the other guys, along with Bryan, started a text exchange. They would all meet at 6 at Nick’s house for a pre meet breakfast. They had to be at the pool at 7:30. The meet started at 8:30.

Jimmy shot Nick a picture of himself in his swimsuit. “Ready!” he texted with it. Nick smiled at the pic and shot back a similar one of himself.

“Mom’s already cooking,” Nick tested the guys.

Bryan grabbed his meet suits, two of them, and tossed them in his swim bag. He slipped his favorite pair of goggles in the side pocket, along with two back up pairs. Still in the same swimsuit he slept in, he headed to the shower.

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The stands were packed, even at the early hour of 8 am on a Saturday. The main pool was race ready, team banners hung from the fence along the far side. The main outdoor pool was a new 50 meter pool, one of the few on the Florida high school circuit. The older 25 yard pool adjacent to it was being used as the warm up pool and was already full of swimmers.

:“I really should have jacked myself,” Bryan said to Jimmy as he pushed his still somewhat aroused anatomy into the tiny, tight, white team race suit, the one with the strategically placed tornado that rose from between the legs to cover the bulging front.

“Better that you saved your energy,” Jimmy replied. “Plus you will look hotter with a bigger package.”

“Yeah, show some dick to the whole school,” Bryan laughed as he tied his strings.

“Okay team huddle,” the Captain called out. All the guys gathered around, a hearty display of maleness clad in what were probably the best looking team suits in the state. “On three…1,2,3...”

“Tornadoes! Eat our wake!” the guys said in unison, loudly.

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Bold announcements were usually left for the more popular sports, but this was such a big meet the home team decided to break rank. “Ladies and gentlemen, Students and Parents, here come your Tornadoes” called out the announcer as the guys and the girls emerged from the locker room area, all coming forward in two lines, guys to the right, ladies to the left. Bryan walked side by side with Stephanie, they held hands. She was smiling, while Bryan had a more serious look. His bulge was prominent, he was pointed up, and his outlined hugged the top of his waistband. Finally, he turned and looked at Stephanie and smiled. She patted his butt.

“Kick butt,” she said as the guys and girls parted to huddle with their coach.

“You too,” Bryan replied.

The team was on fire. By the noon break, Bryan had won his first two events and placed second in his third. Jimmy placed second in his first event, third in his second event. He had one to go. Nick kicked butt in all his events. Stephanie broke a school record in her first event and was second in the other. The team was in the top spot for the meet so far, but the biggest events came after the noon break.

While the crowd chowed down on the free burgers and dogs, most of the guys in the crowd bare-chested in the Florid heat, and most wearing board shorts. The girls were all in skimpy tops and even slighter shorts, making most of the guys wild and horny. Joel and the cross country team had joined the action, having arrived back from an early meet at Lakes. Joel looked hot, dressed in his slight running shorts and no shirt. Joel waved to Jimmy as he ate a burger with fellow teammates from the running team. Joel's shorts bulged as he admired the cute swimmers in their awesome swimsuits. So many hot guys so naked.

The swimmers either ate very light or not at all. Stephanie and Bryan sat together at the far end of the bleachers reserved for the swimmers. Bryan ate a few bites of a protein bar sharing the rest of it with Stephanie. They sipped a power drink.

“You look so cute,” Bryan said to her as they sat. He had his hands at his side.

“You, too.” Stephanie replied. “You are the hottest guy here. And you look amazing in the team swimsuits.” she added. Bryan blushed. He slid his hand behind her and rubbed the back of her one piece suit, the lycra sliding under his hand.

Stephanie placed her hand on Bryan’s right knee. The feel of her caused a tingle inside his suit. “Don’t get a boner,” he thought to himself. He could feel himself wanting to respond to her. He wiggled his legs a bit, fending off the urge.

“What are you swimming next,” Bryan asked. He slid his hand down to the base of her back. He leaned back n the bleacher, resting himself against the seat behind.

“Long,” Stephanie replied. “My last event. Then I can come watch your team events.”

“Cool,” he replied. “They said the IM’s will be in the short pool. Not sure why.” Bryan added. Stephanie’s hand had wandered up his leg, about midway to his crotch.

“Want to do something after?” Stephanie asked. She shifted her hand to his chest, resting it flat over his breastbone.

“What did you have in mind,” Bryan replied with a smile. “I mean after last night, I want to do a lot of things,” he gave her a grin.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Maybe, one day, cowboy.” Stephanie replied. “But I thought maybe we could go to a water park and just have fun. Get some of the team to go.” She rubbed his chest as she talked. She laid out plans, he hand wandering over him, getting closer and closer to the top of his suit.

Bryan wasn’t sure what to do. He had stopped listening to her, his mind trying to concentrate on how he was responding to her feeling his body. He wiggled his legs trying to stay off the growing anatomy inside the tight swimsuit. “Oh crap,” he thought to himself as he felt himself getting very hard. He took her hand into his and guided it to the bench between them. Bryan looked down at his bulge, he was pressing hard against the top of the suit. Between yesterday and last night, his body responded fats, too fast, a reflection of how badly he wanted to release.

Stephanie knew she was turning him on. She could see that he was really filling out the suit. Not having much experience with guys, she had no idea how difficult she was making it for Bryan. Bryan took his right hand and adjusted the position of himself, relieving the pressure against the top of his suit and the likelihood he was going to pop out. His manly outline was not pointed to the left, every detail outlined by the tight lycra. Luckily the suit was dry, the white material became somewhat translucent when wet.

“You turn me on,” Stephanie whispered to him.

“Thanks, and you can see you turn me on,” Bryan replied. He could not believe he was bone hard at a swim meet. Her hand was again on his leg, rubbing him all the way up to his crotch. He wanted to ask her to stop, but was afraid she would be upset. Bryan thought about everything he could.

Stephanie leaned over and kissed him. She was getting aroused, too, watching him, her arousal not noticeable to those around, at least not like on a guy “Maybe we can have some alone time later,” she whispered.

“That would be cool,” Bryan replied, trying to remain calm, despite the situation. He felt the sensations growing rapidly within him, the ones that told him he was close.

“Oh wow, Stephanie, you really have turned me on,” Bryan finally said. He leaned forward on his knees and really was shaking his legs. Bryan felt trapped. He needed to get into the pool, let the cold water do it’s thing, but he could not stand up this way. Bryan bent all the way over, hanging his head between his knees. His manhood pressed against the suit. Steph rubbed his shoulders.

“Sorry,” she said. “I guess I didn’t realize what I was doing to you.”

“It’s okay,” Bryan replied. “But I can’t stand up.” There was no way he could walk around the pool like this, but the meet was about to resume. "What do I do," Bryan thought to himself, his body pressing hard inside the suit. He was almost bursting out of it, no where else for his anatomy to go.

Lunch was over and Bryan’s event was next. The swimmers were being called to the warm up pool. Bryan had no choice. Slowly he stood. It was a long walk past the crowd to the warm up pool. Everything about him now on display. It was a swimmer guy's worst possible situation.

[a speedo minded guy]

Loving it. Great chapter. Poor Bryan. What will happen to him...Will he make it to the pool in time? And how many people will notice? Can't wait for the next chapter!!

[Dooley67]

Terrific chapter! You really took Bryan and Stephanie to the next level and it was so "cute" the way Stephanie really didn't realize what she was doing to Bryan. You've given me some great material to work with.

Note to a speedo minded guy: We aim to please so it won't be long before I write the next chapter. Thanks for all your positive comments.

D67

[Dooley67]

Bryan screwed up all his courage and stood up to take what seemed like it was going to be a very long walk on the pool deck to his event. He felt like he was about to be walking the plank. He had been so turned on by Stephanie and had gotten a major hardon, but he had very few options. Actually, he had only one option - he had to swim his event so he had to make that long walk.

"Holy crap, do you see Bryan's boner?" exclaimed Jimmy as he watched Bryan walk across the pool deck. "He must have been really turned on by Stephanie while they we're sitting in the stands."

"Yeah, I saw them during lunch and saw how Stephanie was moving her hand up and down Bryan's chest and leg and then on top of his suit, he must have been going nuts," said Nick.

"And because this is our home meet and we're wearing our home suits, not a whole lot is left to the imagination," answered Joel. "You can see everything right through the white of the suits. Bryan's dick is so clear - you can see the head and even the veins right through the material." As soon as he said that, he thought, a little embarrassed, "did I really say that?"

Jimmy, Nick and Joel had been sitting together during lunch and since the weekend at Joel's grandfather's condo, they had been hanging out together a lot. Joel understood, not happily, that Jimmy and Nick were an item, but he still wanted to hang out with them whenever he could. Jimmy had told Nick of his and Joel's conversation after everyone else had left to go home, and Nick was cool with it - he liked Joel and even though he knew Joel had the hots for his boyfriend, Nick didn't mind it at all when the three of them were together.

"Hey guys, what do you think Bryan's going to do?" asked Jimmy. "Our home suits are so low cut so if Bryan doesn't keep himself off to the left, you know if nature takes its course, his dick might come spilling over the top of the waistband and you know what else could come spilling over. God, I feel so bad for him - he's in such a tough spot and has no good options."

Meanwhile, Stephanie was watching Bryan as he carefully stood up, tried to tuck himself back in a little deeper, and then slowly started walking onto the pool deck to his event. "What have I done to him,?" Stephanie thought. "I had no idea that what I was doing was going to cause Bryan to get so aroused. What is he going to do when he has to get up onto the starting block where he will be so exposed and everyone will see him?"

Bryan walked very slowly to the starting block. Because of his time in this event, the 100 breaststroke, he was in lane 3, right there for everyone to see him. Bryan was afraid to cover himself with his hands fearing that any slight touch would set off a huge explosion. So he just walked as slowly as he could, head up, hoping that he could get to the starting block, climb up, and pray that the event wouldn't be delayed by a false start. "I have to get into the pool and fast or I'm going to blow right here," Bryan thought. "Once I get in the water, nature will take it's course, and I'll be OK. And I won't even look over at Stephanie, pretend she doesn't exist, that I don't even know her."

"Man, will you look at him," Jimmy cried. "You gotta hope that there will be a clean start and Bryan can get off a fast start and concentrate on the race, not on whether his boner is going to blow."

And then Bryan heard that beautiful music to his ears, "swimmers take your mark, set" and then the starting gun went off. Bryan got off to a great start, as a matter of fact, one of his best because it had to be and by the time he had gotten to the first turn at 25 yards, he was out in front and then he realized, the cold water had taken care of things, and by the end of the race, which Bryan won by a full body length, he could barely feel his package. He let out a huge smile, but only he and Stephanie and his buddies knew that there were two reasons for the smile.

"Damn that was a close call", he thought, "self, remind me to sit in the next county from Stephanie before my events."

In the stands, Jimmy, Nick and Joel could see that Bryan survived a swimmer's worst nightmare. "Hey Nick," Jimmy said, "don't you even think of laying one hand on any part of me before my events."

"Only if you do the same," answered Nick.

"But what about me, does that go for me too?" asked Joel, half joking and half wishful.

"Well, sorry, but that goes for you too, because I know that if you did, I'd be like Bryan but I'd blow before I even get to the starting block, " said Jimmy.

"Yeah, that goes for me too," said Nick.

And even though Joel wished things were different, at least he knew that these two guys acknowledged that they would be turned on by him, as turned on as he was by them. There was some small comfort in that.

........to be continued

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Nice continuation. Great dialogue between the guys. In my swim team days, there were many times I needed a well placed jump in the pool. I'll work on a continuation, as soon as I finish the next chapter of Summer in the Band.

STS

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Bethany watched from the stands as the guys swim team competed in a three school inter-league meet. Bethany was a taller girl, very cute, dark eyes and long dark hair. She had an infectious smile that made her face light up and made everyone around her smile. She was stunning. She had just moved to the Fort Myers area, a difficult mid high school transfer, and she was trying so much to become a part of her new surroundings. She swam on her old school’s team, but that was a much smaller school than Ft Myers, with its 3000 students, and she was not sure she could fit in. When she saw there was a meet, on her second day at school, she decided to go watch, check things out. Plus, she got to see the cute guys.

Nick and Bethany shared the same homeroom and the same English class. As the guys suited up for the meet, Nick was quiet, distant. Jimmy knew something was up. The usual banter was gone.

“Hey Nick, you okay?” Jimmy asked as he tied up his swim suit. Today the guys were in their blue team race day suits. They looked and fit the same as the white ones, but on these the suits were blue and tornado a swirl of white and off white colors. The suits looked as stunning as the white ones. Jimmy adjusted himself in the suit.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking,” Nick replied.

“Want to clue me in?” Jimmy replied.

Nick was sitting, his suit on, but not tied up yet. He was moving slowly. Jimmy was not sure if he just did not feel well.

“Nah, it’s no big deal, nothing about us,” Nick somewhat lied.

“Alright, man, but we got to get stoked for this meet. Let’s get out there,” Jimmy urged his best friend and emerging partner. Jimmy was really deep on Nick, maybe not in love yet, but close. As close as a teen guy his age could be. Nick was sure he felt the same, at least up until a day ago.

“Class, I’d like you to meet Bethany, she is new today. She comes from…” Nick didn’t really hear the rest. He was not ready for how his body and his mind would react. He found Bethany to be gorgeous, maybe the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Never before had he felt this about a girl, but suddenly he felt himself get aroused, his shorts starting to bulge. He smiled at her as their eyes met.

“Wow, is she ever pretty,” he thought to himself. He adjusted his bulge under the desk. The class had to go around and introduce themselves and say something about who they are. Nick did not listen to anything else, instead watching her smile shyly at the lass. “It must be tough,” Nick thought to himself as he watched her. “My name is Nick. I am on the swim team, maybe you can come see us swim at our meet tomorrow, it is here.” Nick said when it was his turn.

“I’d like that, thanks” she replied. The only reply anyone got. It was also where she got the idea to come to the meet. Secretly, Bethany also thought Nick was cute and so sweet to ask her to come see him swim. After the intros were all over, Bethany sat in a seat in the first row. Nick was in the middle of the third row, a perfect view of her, which he watched the whole class.

“What the heck is happening to me,” Nick thought. His brain was tumultuous with thoughts, confusion and desire. Just a few ours ago, Nick and Jimmy were texting erotic stuff back and forth to each other, mostly about their hot team suits, and now here he was aroused by a girl.. A girl! Class was lost, at the end of the period, Nick had mostly accomplished getting his boner back in control, thank goodness, and scribbling her name down the margin of his notebook, about the only thing he wrote all class.

“So, yeah, it will be cool if you can come,” Nick said to her as they met after class. She had waited specifically for him. “Have you seen the pool, it is pretty neat, and you can use it when we are not practicing.” Nick babbled. She smiled at him, he was so cute trying to make small talk.

“I’d love to see you swim,” she replied. “Count me in!” They swapped cell phone numbers. Nick held his books strategic in front of him. Once again he was getting hard.

“There is no way I can tell Jimmy about this,” Nick had thought as he went off to his next class. He was distant at practice that night, even the banter between Jimmy and him that night was less robust. Now, here they both were, Nick and Jimmy, side by side before the meet. Nick wondered if Bethany would actually be there. “What am I going to do,” he thought to himself.

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“Team huddle,” called out Bryan as the guys in the locker room all finished tying up their suits and checking themselves out in the mirror. The guys all gathered in a circle, a collection of handsome, hot Agon suit clad males wrapped arm in arm. “1,2,3, Tornadoes!” came the chant and the guys broke apart. They would repeat the ritual outside before the meet. Most of them headed into the gang showers for a quick dousing of cool water, a way to make sure they stay in control of their manhood, and because it was require that they shower before swimming.

Nick went right to the pool to warm up. Bethany smiled as she saw him come out of the locker room and parade across the pool deck. “He looks hot,” she thought to herself. His suit put him on display practically naked. She checked every part of him out, even his bulge. She loved the look of a cute swim team guy. She felt a tingle in her body. She waved to him, but he was not looking. He had not seen her yet, or if he had he was being coy about it. There were easily sixty cute guys in various team swimsuits on display, but Bethany only was looking at one. If a girl could fall in love with a guy in a day, she had done just that, at least enough to want to get to know Nick more. A lot more.

The guys lined up for the National Anthem, all three teams, all race brief displayed. Nick saw Bethany in the stands, their eyes met and she smiled at him. That infectious smile. Jimmy was next to him, Bryan after Jimmy. “Hi,” he mouthed back to her. He felt himself tingling between his legs, the start of a very fast reaction as his body filled out his suit quickly. Jimmy noticed it, too.

“Calm down, cowboy,” Jimmy whispered as he secretly rubbed the side of Nick’s leg.

“Crap, I can’t believe this,” Nick replied in a whisper. It was pretty clear he had a boner, at least he thought so. Bethany kept watching him.

“He is so cute,” she thought again. “Look at him standing there. He is the hottest swimmer out there.” she whispered in her head. The extra bulge of his suit not really visible from her distance. Jimmy thought it was Nick’s response to him. Nick just tried not to think about it.

“Good Luck, Nick” Bethany yelled out as the anthem ended.

“Who was that?” Jimmy asked, shocked at the sound of a girls voice.

“Oh, just a girl in one of my classes.” Nick replied. “No big deal, cutie” he added. Truth is it was a big deal.

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Nick swam an amazing meet. The whole team did. Jimmy and Nick hugged afterwards, maybe holding a little longer than they should have. The home team won the meet, with Nick winning all of his events, the meet of his life. All the guys swam strong, against two pretty solid swim programs. They waved to the crowd and then headed into the locker room to change.

“Hey, dude, I got lots of homework, so I might not be on line much tonight,” Nick said to Jimmy. He was again distant, quiet.

“You sure everything is okay?” Jimmy asked. “Are we good?”

“Sure man, could I ever be mad at a cute guy like you?” Nick replied. Jimmy smiled.

“Okay, I’ll leave you alone.”

They both wrapped towels over their wet swimsuits, and rather than change they left for the ride home still in their suits under the towels. Bryan, Ashish, Jimmy and Nick headed out of the pool locker room. The fans had all left, even Bethany. Nick did not dare look at his cell phone, for fear Bethany might have texted him and Jimmy might see. She had.

“I’m so glad I met you. Thanks for coming to my meet,” Nick texted the final text to Bethany.

“You are sweet,” she texted back. “CU 2morrow.”

Nick laid back on his bed, still in his swimsuit, which was now dry. He was hard, aroused and mostly confused. “What do I tell Jimmy,” he thought to himself. He wasn’t sure if he was now straight, or was he just confused again. “I mean, Jimmy is so handsome,” Nick thought. “I don’t want to hurt him.

In his heart Nick knew the answer. It just was not ready to come out. He closed his eyes and rubbed the front of his suit. It didn’t take long for his pent up urges to burst out of him. The release felt good, but the confusion was still there. He hardly slept the rest of the night. Neither did Jimmy.

[Dooley67]

(To all the past and present swim team members, I am using some poetic license for the sake of the plot even though having someone join a swim team mid season is probably not consistent with inter scholastic swimming policy.)


The next day in school, both Jimmy and Nick showed the effects of their almost sleepless nights. Neither of them could fall asleep and then when they did, they slept for only 45 minutes or so and then awoke thinking about what was happening in their relationship.

"I wish I could shut my damn brain off," thought Jimmy as he tossed and turned in bed the night before, thinking about what was going on with Nick. "He told me that we were good, but I don't know," Jimmy said to himself out loud. "He didn't look like everything was OK and he sure didn't act that way."

"I really don't want to hurt Jimmy," thought Nick as he thrashed around in his bed, trying to get some well needed sleep. "What am I going to tell him, that all of a sudden I'm not gay, that I don't want to be his boyfriend anymore, that I don't want to hug him anymore, that I don't want to hold the hug just a few seconds more while our man parts grow and rub against each other, that I have the hots for Bethany, someone I just met yesterday?"

Driving to school with Bryan and Ashish had been very awkward and tense as Jimmy and Nick had no idea how to handle the situation. Even Ashish, who usually had no clue when it comes to relationships, knew something wasn't quite right.

"Hey guys, what's going on, you have barely said a word and you both look like s..t. Did you have a fight or something?"

"No, we didn't have a fight," snapped Nick in a nasty tone that he had not intended. "Nothing's wrong."

"Dude, that's what you said yesterday, when I asked you if everything was OK and if we were good. Why are you being so pissy, you certainly don't look like nothing's wrong."

"Jimmy, just drop it, I have to figure this out. I'll talk to you later."

"That's just great. Something's wrong and you won't tell me what it is and I have to wait until you figure it out. How long do you want me to wait, an hour, a day, a week, a month." It was clear to everyone in the car that Jimmy was pissed, but only Jimmy knew that more than being pissed, he was very hurt.

"Jimmy, I know you're pissed, but just give Nick some time, things will be OK," said Bryan trying to give his best friend some reassurance. But he didn't have any idea what the last 24 hours had been like for either Nick or Jimmy, he was only trying to defuse the tension in the car.

The guys arrived at school and Nick headed for home room which was followed by his English class. Bethany was waiting for Nick at the door and just seeing her caused some stirring in his package.

"Hi Nick, you really had a great meet yesterday, I'm so happy you asked me to come and watch you. And you looked great in the blue team suit, better than any of the other guys there."

That was all Nick needed to hear as his man parts started growing very fast. "Now what do I do, I'm getting a boner right here in the hall and I have to go to home room and then English and see Bethany right there in front of me," thought Nick. But then the bell rang for home room, a very welcome sound to him. As he sat down, he began to deflate slowly, as temporarily, he felt some much needed relief.

Throughout the day, Nick kept on trying to understand what was going on with him. "How can I be turned on by both Jimmy and Bethany?" he asked himself over and over again. "I don't think that's normal and I don't know who to talk to about it. What the hell am I going to do?"

As Jimmy headed to home room, his head felt like it was gong to explode. He was so angry and so hurt, he just didn't know what to do to handle it. "Just calm down, try to forget about Nick for now," he told himself. "Just get through the day, when I get to swim practice, I'll talk to Nick and get whatever is going on straightened out."

School went excruciatingly slowly for both Nick and Jimmy, but finally the last class was over and they headed to swim practice, each one by himself.

After all the swimmers had changed into their practice suits and appeared on deck - they could wear any of their own suits for practice - coach got the guys together as he usually did. There was another swimmer with him. Coach introduced him to the team.

"This is Daniel Dunning, he's a senior who just transferred to Fort Myers. He asked if he could join the team even though it is mid season; he has been on swim teams throughout his high school years in 3 other schools. I've seen him swim and he's pretty good. So, he's now a member of the Tornadoes."

Daniel was wearing a blue Euro Sporti very low on his hips. He had a smattering of hair on his chest and stomach and it was clear that he was pointed down and had a very adequate package. The Sporti brought out the blue in his eyes.

Joel took one look at Daniel and instantly began to throw a boner. "Oh my God, this guy is sensational looking, I have got to get to know him and find out his story. How come this is his fourth high school? Will he like me, really like me? Where did he go to school before? Will he like me, really like me? Does he usually wear his swim brief so low on his hips? Will he like me, really like me?"

Joel was just overcome, smitten at the sight of this stunning young man, and hoping there would be a chance with Daniel.

.....to be continued

[solarguy]

Great new chapters!!!

[Dooley67]

This is to let you all know that I won't be continuing to contribute to this story and that I won't be continuing on the board.

Dooley67

[sebbie]

any explanation why?

[solarguy]

Sad news Dooley!! Wishing you the best!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Wish you the best. I will miss our writing duet. Hope all is well.

[crimsonspeedo]

Anyone willing to collaborate on continuing this story line?

[crimsonspeedo]

I sent this message to member in a private note, but thought it might help to post it here as well. Sort of my ideas as to where the story might go.

I know Dooley left, and I was sorry to learn about that. I know he was married since he mentioned a father-in-law's death. I wonder if his wife found out about the site and created drama.

If I write I'd like to spice the story up a little bit. We guys and girls in this generation really aren't at all naive about sexual matters. Parents think they're being so clever in putting "parental controls" on kids' computers, but every guy and girl I knew in school who had them were able to hack and disable them within an hour. The parents never had a clue. I and all of my friends knew about jacking-off, cum, every variety of sex imaginable including S&M, and all the shades of sexual identities from trans to straight from the time we were about ten.

So, I'd write more sex into the story and less angst about getting hard in the Speedos. When we guys would get hard in swimsuits or singlets we'd kind of be like "beat THIS bitch!"

I know gang showers are passe in public schools now, but in our all-boys school we had those Kohler six man shower stands. Three of them in a fairly small area, and there was some brushing up against other guys. You just couldn't help it. Nowhere to look either! Every guy saw all the charms of every other guy.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

I have decided to not continue writing parts of this story. It was fun while it lasted, but I'd rather concentrate my time on my own work. I am certainly fine if anyone else, such as Crimsonspeedo wants to take it over. Just beware that writing stories is a bigger time investment than one thinks and, as you can see, not many folks ever respond. In short, it's a pretty thankless endeavor.

As for Dooley, probably best that we not speculate on his departure.

STS

[sebbie]

Crimsonspeedo, I would suggest writing a new story, perhaps but not necessarily using some of the characters from this story.

I originally started this story. It started with a lot of teen angst at puberty. Then Dooley and STS wanted the story to go in a different direction, so they pulled the characters I had dreamed up in the original story, along with the name for a Swim team I had dubbed the Tornados, and took off in a new direction entirely.

The original idea was to get several writers involved with each writer adding something different. Then it was to be the job of the next writer to pick up exactly at the point where the last writer left off and from that point tug the story from that situation in another way or direction. This never really worked in the way I had imagined, in part because I guess I was too far away from where the other writers wanted the story to go. Were I to write the story would be mainly about angst related to buying and wearing a Speedo for the first time in public, and what might happen. The others wanted to go in the direction of early experiences in dealing with another peer person.

I guess this is why storytelling is usually a solo not group activity :-) Meanwhile I am having a lot of fun working on my "What to wear" series, and will probably keep adding to that, instead.

Read what STS wrote in the "We need a new story" posts when the story was moved to the Tornados posts.

Sebbie