Summer Swim Team

[SwimmerAlan]

Preface: I am so inspired by the stories that I wanted to try one of my own. In the spirit of SwimTeamSpeedo, this will be a journey. I hope you like it.

Prologue:

It was the Summer of my Sophomore year in high school, like the past few years before, Summer swim team consumed most of my time and attention. This year I made the top level team, with two sessions per day practice, six days per week. Five hours in the pool. All day, most of the time in a swimsuit. I loved that part! I would put on my suit for the 6am session, and most days wore it straight thru to the 4pm practice. Sometimes I traded out suits, but still lived in my suit most days. I think, rather I know, this is where I began wearing my suits to just hang around the house, a characteristic that has stayed with me to this very day.

I wasn’t much into girls, I just attributed it then to being so involved in swimming. I loved being in the pool, and since my talent wasn’t natural, I worked extra hard at my swim skill. At least outwardly I told people I did not have time for girls, an excuse that seemed to work. The truth was inside I knew and secretly accepted a different reality. The other best part of swimming was the other guys in their swimsuits, all of them fit and mostly gorgeous. In truth, all of them gorgeous, a perspective that has come with age.

I kept this part of me secret, not even sharing it with my closest best friend since childhood, Ryan. Looking back, I am sure he knew, but it was never really talked about, at least not yet. Ryan was cute, really cute. If we weren’t best friends I sure would have liked him in other ways, but did not want to screw up what we had. He was a runner, cross country. He looked like a runner. Tall, skinny, not all that muscular, but a cute as all get out smile and he could fill out his tiny shorts. He was straight, very much so. I used to call him “boner Ryan,” because he would get hard at the mere thought of a girl. Despite his sexual energy, he was shy, so those arousals stayed completely to himself. Any way, I digress from the story.


——- to be continued....

[Lap Counter]

It’s been awhile since we’ve had a serial drama play out on this page, so I look forward to reading the next chapter of yours. Speedo on!

[SwimmerAlan]

Morning practice wrapped up at 9. A solid three hours in the pool. It was followed by ladies water aerobics. The older ladies all smiled as the young swimmers climbed from the pool, especially the guys in their tight swimsuits. It was obvious that the display they watched was a big part of why they came to water aerobics. The pool was huge, 21 lanes of 25 yards running across the width of the eight lane 50 meter pool. One third of the pool was ready for the ladies to rock to the tunes, the rest of the pool was open swim, as it would be until the swim team returned at 4. As usual, Ryan was finishing up a training run, just as he did every day, joining me after practice.

“You know she really likes you,” Ryan said after meeting Kathy at the end of swim practice. “Look at how she looks at you!” I was more looking at him as his sweat drenched shorts clung to him. “I think she wants what is in the Speedo,” he teased.

“Yeah, maybe,” I replied. “But I am not really interested.” I fiddled with the strings of my suit, a red and black Speedo team suit. They were untied and hanging, my post swim ritual.

“You don’t need to get serious, just talk to her, maybe go out once,” Ryan added.

“We’ll see,” I replied. “Want to get food, I am starving. We can go to my house.” I smiled and waved to Kathy, as we headed to my mom’s waiting car. Me in my still wet suit, Ryan bare chested in his sweaty shorts. Mom’s breakfast was just what we both needed.

———-

I laid in bed, staring up at the poster of Mark Spitz with his gold medals, wearing his patriotic Speedo, mounted on the ceiling over my head. He was the last thing I saw at night, and the first thing I saw in the morning. My other walls were similarly covered with posters and pictures of swimmers, all guys, some cut from magazines. All in some type of swimsuit. Revealing swimsuits. All hot. I was wearing a black Arena brief that had red and blue strips of material across the front. It was a favorite suit. It had seen many days in the pool, now well weathered by the rigors of swims and the fade of chlorine. My hand gently touching my bulge as I admired the man on my ceiling. I would never be that good, but I could dream. I swelled and grew in the suit, enjoying the sensation.

Ryan’s words haunted my thoughts. “Just talk to her...” maybe he was right. Maybe I should try. Kathy had ended the afternoon practice with an open invite.

“Maybe we can do something together,” she offered.

Kathy went to school at a different one from me. Our team was a mix of swimmers from a wide swath of area. She was good, really good. She was also cute, even I knew that. She had long blonde hair, a swimmers build, and every guy on the team liked her. That she was attracted to me should be a compliment, and it really was. She was my age, but had an extra year on the top team, and college offers in the vault. She was going places, no doubt. My bulge was taking me places as my mind and hand danced erotic thoughts of the hot swimmer above, and perplexing questions of trying to be straight.

Despite all other reasons to get aroused, interested, and whatever else I was suppose to feel about a cute girl, it was the poster on the ceiling that had me hard. I gently massaged my anatomical outline as I closed my eyes for the night. The alarm would be ringing soon enough at 5am. I loved being a guy, I thought to myself.

[SwimmerAlan]

Morning practice was intense. We had a big meet coming. You could feel the intensity building in our workouts. It was three long hours in the pool.

“I think coach wants to kill us,” Brian gasped after our zillionth sprint. I just wanted to puke, not really but I was sucking in any air I could get. Brian was my best swim team mate. He was so damn good. If I was half as good it would be a lie. He was also a genuine good guy. Secretly I admired him, he rocked a swimsuit better than anyone. The bulge was gorgeous.

“I think I want to blow my cookies,” I replied just as Coach yelled “Go.”

Brian crushed the next sprint, just as we all did on a five second interval. By the time it was all over, each of us was spent. Whatever ego, bulge or strength we had was a shriveled up representation of the strength we were building.

“Good swim, guys,” Coach yelled. “Team meeting in five.”

We swam our warm down lap then climbed from the pool. The girls team had wrapped up just ahead. They all watched as our limply filled swimsuits matched our equally fatigued bodies, one by one emerge from the water.

“That just sucked,” Brian said.

“Yes it did,” I replied as we both pulled our strings free, letting them hang loose out front.

“Team meeting ,” Coach yelled, motioning us over to a forming huddle of lycra wearing guys. Thankfully, the sun felt warm, bringing life back into our bodies and filling out our suits.

————

I really wasn’t paying much attention to what Coach was saying. Something far more interesting had captured my attention. Brian was standing directly in front of me facing me in our circle. We were huddled in a circle around Coach. Fifteen of us, all the guys on the team. I was directly across from Brian. Coach was going over last minute details for the upcoming meet. To be honest, I really wasn’t paying much attention to what Coach was saying. Something far more interesting was capturing my attention. Brian was standing with his hands at his side, starting to fidget. He made a funny grin. That was when I noticed it, I was sure his bulge was getting bigger. He was tucked down, but it was obvious his manhood was pushing out the front of his suit.

“Brian is getting hard,” I thought to myself. I wondered what was turning him on. It was obvious he was struggling to keep calm. He kept looking down at himself, wiggled his legs. Nothing was stopping it. He looked right at me, as if trying to ask “is it noticeable?” It was. I was getting some of my own rise watching Brian struggle with himself.

He tried to adjust, pushing on his bulge with his hand. He tried to be discrete as he worked to adjust his position in the tighter fitting suit. Brian’s full hand was on his bulge. I wasn’t sure what he was trying to do, it looked as if he was trying to massage it, or maybe just push it down. Whatever it was, it was not having the desired effect.

“Any questions?” Coach asked.

Brian gave me this look as if saying “Thank goodness this is over.” It wasn’t, Coach went on to a whole new topic. I thought Brian was going to scream. He pulled his hand away, his suit was bulging so much you could see the entire outline of his anatomy. He wiggled both legs. He slid his hand back over his bulge, holding it there. He rolled his head back. In a flash Brian’s hand went from holding his suit to cupping his bulge. It looked as if his body was flinching. He was frozen, just standing there holding his fully over the front of his suit. His face was flush.

Thankfully Coach wrapped up. Brian bolted to shower.

—- to be continued—-

[nespeedoguy]

Sounds like hard working team ! Great story

[a speedo minded guy]

Your story does remind of me STS's stories. Please continue...

[nespeedoguy]

Sts was great guy! Great stories and pvt. Chats.
Great story Allen! Need summer speedo party !

[SwimmerAlan]

“Brian, everything okay?” I asked as I got to the showers. Brian was still showering. The showers were outside, so he was also still wearing his suit.

“How much of that did people see?” Brian asked. “I can’t believe that happened.”

“I think everyone was looking at Coach,” I replied. Actually, I think everyone saw it, at least the last part. I left that out. I was now getting hard watching Brian shower, his wet, sudsy suit,clinging to him. It was clear he was no longer hard.

“Except for you,” he answered. “Every time I looked, you were looking right at me.”

“Yeah, I guess so, Sorry man,” I replied. I did not press the issue and jumped under my own shower. I was pretty quick, Brian stayed in quite a while, doing his best to fully rinse his suit.

I was getting ready to leave when Brian was finally out of the shower. Just he and I were together, most of the other guys just left without showering and the girls used the showers at the other end, still outside.

“I fucking couldn’t stop it,” Brian said softly as if whispering. “I woke up this morning feeling all turned on. Figured practice would take care of that. I guess looking at all the guys in their swimsuits got me going again.”

I gave Brian a surprised look. “Did he just say the guys turned him on,” I thought to myself. Now I was really getting hard. “Yeah, that happens to me,”. I replied.

“It just happened,” Brian added. “I tried to hold it back, but I knew I couldn’t. Fuck!”

“Seriously, I do not think anyone noticed.” I felt bad, he was really embarrassed about it.

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It had been a long day. By the end of it, I was beat. I got home from afternoon practice at at just after 7, having spent twenty minutes after chatting with Kathy. She was really funny, we laughed a lot. I was really starting to like her. Maybe I really was into girls, after all.

Afternoon practice was all starts and turns, both teams together. Kathy always lined up right behind me. We laughed about all the mess ups. “When you fell in the pool I just lost it,” Kathy said. “The look on your face as you just slid off the block....”.

“Yeah, that was pretty lame,” I answered. We carried on for several minutes.

“So, tomorrow at my house after practice,” she said as we wrapped up. “Stay in your swimsuit, we can have fun in the pool.”

“Deal,” I replied.

“You look hot in your swimsuits,” she added with a grin.


—— to be continued——

[dm106]

Great to see a new exciting story - please keep it up, Alan!

[SwimmerAlan]

Thanks guys for the kind words!

[SwimmerAlan]

(Writers Note: graphic content.)

“You are going to wear shorts, right?” Ryan asked as I told him about my “date” with Kathy. This was long before cellphones, text chat, and FaceTime. I was on a yellow corded phone in my room. The long cord running down the hall, under my door. It was the best advanced technology of the time.

“No, she said for me to wear my swimsuit,” I replied. “I am wearing whatever suit I wear to practice.”

“Won’t you get a boner? You cannot hide it in your tiny swimsuit.”

“I won’t get a boner,” I replied. “I never do.”

“You never know. Look at what you said happened to Brian,” Ryan explained. “They just happen. Plus you will be with a girl!” I figured Ryan was getting hard just thinking about it. Like I said before, he got hard at just about anything.

“I will be fine. I wear my suits around girls every day.”

“I am telling you, this is different,” Ryan tried to convince me.

We talked for an hour, mostly about my date, I think Ryan was a bit jealous. Finally, at 11 we hung up. Five would come quick. I set the phone on the floor, rolled over, still wearing my suit, and closed my eyes. My hand explored my bulge. “What if you do get a boner,” was the last thought I remember before I fell asleep.

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The beach was gorgeous. Soft white sand and Caribbean blue water. Kathy and I were walking hand in hand. She was wearing a light blue one piece swimsuit, the same suits she wears to practice. I was wearing a new white Speedo brief with red and blue accent colors. The blue matched perfectly her suit. It was warm, not a cloud in the sky. The beach was secluded, just the two of us. We were just enough in the surf for our feet to get wet.

“I love the beach,” she said as we walked.

“Me, too.”

“I only swim so I can see you in your swimsuits. I love looking at your bulge,” she added.

“You are such a great swimmer,” I replied.

We strolled further up the beach. The sand was narrower up here, with reeds of sea grass on one side and the surf on the other. I was getting hard. “They just happen” we’re Ryan’s words. He was right. It was just happening. Like Brian had, I used my free hand to adjust position. I needed room to grow. The erection felt awesome.

Kathy swung in front of me and we embraced. We began kissing. Hands wandered, I felt a hand on my bulge. I was getting harder and more aroused. My eyes closed, our embrace changed. It was no longer Kathy. The hand on my bulge felt stronger than the gentle touch of Kathy’s hand. We pulled closer.

“I want you bad,” said a deep voice. Suddenly we were bulge to bulge, pressing against each other. His hand took my anatomy into it. It felt me in the most amazing way.

“Brian, you are driving me crazy,”. I said.

Suddenly I woke, as the last releases shot inside my suit. I was breathless. My suit was soaked. In my dream, so was his. I had never felt such a feeling. I laid back and went into a deep sleep, sticky suit and all.
——

[Torchwatch]

This subject is best summed in the poem A Puppy Called Puberty by Adraian Mitchell:
https://www.gransnet.com/forums/chat/1211320-A-Couple-of-humorous-poems-to-brighten-your-day

[shaulis]

I agree with nespeedoguy Alan, your story reminds me of STS's stories. He is sorely missed but am glad you started your story. I can't wait to read more of your stories.

Brian

[SwimmerAlan]

The pool was amazing, almost as much of the house. It was very much a reality I never saw before. My single mom worked hard to give me all the great things I had. I was the first boy of a plan for three kids. My dad was killed in a horrible car wreck when I was six months old; 183 days, eight hours ten minutes, four seconds, as my mom always told me. I never knew him, and he hardly knew me. I wondered about him every day as I was growing to manhood. As I grew, my mom always said “you are so much your father.” Despite his being gone, she did her best to make him a part of my life. My mom did what was needed to always provide a roof over my head, all my swim dreams, and I never wanted for anything. Other than a few dates her and there, she had yet to remarry.

This house, Kathy’s house, was gorgeous. Take nothing away from mine, though. She was fortunate, but so was I! In that instant was a life lesson I hold to this day. Wealth is how we define it. I guess I was a bit shell shocked. Kind of mad or maybe a bit youthful jealous.

“Are you okay?” Kathy asked.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied. “Your house is so amazing,”

“Thanks,” she said as she took my hand. “Let me show you.”

She introduced me to her mom. You could see the resemblance. “Mom, this is Alan, from swim team,” she said.

“Hi Alan,” her mom replied. She looked me up and down, as I stood there in nothing but my green print Speedo brand swimsuit. “You are exactly as she described, tall, handsome, and you look great in your swimsuit.” Kathy blushed at her forwardness.

“Mom!” Kathy exclaimed. I felt a bit awkward, I must admit. Maybe the rare time I felt too naked in just my Speedo. I also, for some reason, started getting hard.

“Thanks,” I shyly said.

“I am going to change, and we are going to the pool,” Kathy told her mom. I wondered why she was changing. She was wearing her swimsuit from practice already.

“Ok sweetie,” Mom replied. “I will get you kids breakfast.”

We finished the tour of the massive home. In Kathy’s room she excused herself to her private bath to change. A few minutes later she came out wearing the slightest red string bikini suit I think I had ever seen.

“You like?” she asked.

“Very pretty,” I replied. I imagined Ryan would be instantly rock hard if he saw her. I was not getting the same reaction. She did, however, look quite pretty. She grabbed me, and gave me a big hug, pulling me into her. She slid her leg between mine, so her body touched my bulge.

“I am so glad you came over today.”

—————

The day was perfect, no clouds, bright sun, warm but not hot. The pool was heated to a pleasant 84 degrees. The free form shape wrapped around a waterfall feature and a pool bar. Certainly not a pool for laps, but for sure a pool for fun. The deep end was nine feet with a dive board. On the other side a chair deck in about six inches of water. The bar was on the back side of the waterfall and required a bridge to get to it. Once there, the pool entirely surrounded you.

I swam around the entire loop, several times. Swimming under the bridge seemed pretty cool. Kathy swam with me a few times.

“Let’s float,” she said as she grabbed a huge float from the deck. It easily fit both of us. “Climb on.” The pool actually had a built in current that carried the float around the entire loop, clockwise.

“This pool is crazy,” I said. We were side by side, close on the float. Kathy laid her hand on my abdomen.

“Glad you are having fun. Sure beats mowing grass,” she teased, as she rubbed along the upped edge of my swimsuit.

“Yes, it does.” I replied.

“I love your swimsuits, you must have a bunch of them,” She stated, more as a question.

“Yeah, I have several.” Truth was my collection was closer to 20. It was a fascination that started a few years back. I loved trying new suits, an attribute I have carried with me since.

“You are too cute,” she replied. As we rounded the back side and under the bridge, her hand was now exploring more close to my sensitive parts. She was getting the response she desired, as my bulge was growing in a very obvious way. Not so much because she was a cute girl, but more because at my age it did not take much to get a growing response. A gentle hand was perfect.

“Do you like wearing Speedos?” Kathy asked. To her, any brief suit on a guy was a Speedo, regardless of brand.

“Yeah, I really do like them,” I replied. I did not confess to her I wear them all the time at home.

With that, her hand slid lower, my response grew larger. I actually liked the feel of being hard in my suit. It was very much turning me on in ways I might struggle to stop.

——- to be continued——

[a speedo minded guy]

Another nice several chapters. Can't wait to see what happens next...

[SwimmerAlan]

Meet day. I did not sleep a wink. The alarm went off at 4:00, I was already up. We had new team competition suits, two suits each. We wore one for the last practice. They were tight, tiny and awesome. The sides were as narrow as I had ever worn. I was a 28 waist, my suit was 26. I almost did not fit in it! It was as tight a suit as I had ever worn. Coach instructed us to only put them on for our events, not to wear them the whole time. The material was thin, it was suppose to help us be faster in the water. It felt different than my other suits.

“If you have gaps more than 30 minutes between events, change into shorts or a regular suit,” Coach told us. Following instructions, I put both of my meet suits in my swim bag, and slipped on my official team practice suit. I threw a second official team practice suit in my bag and an extra regular non team suit. Never could have too many briefs.

We had to be on the bus at 5. It was a two hour ride to the meet. My mom was already up and making breakfast. I grabbed my gear and went into the kitchen. I was wearing just my swimsuit.

“You excited about your big meet?” She asked.

“Yeah, maybe nervous,” I replied. She was finishing up breakfast sandwiches with homemade biscuits. My favorite.

“You have everything?” She asked. She then one by one went thru the list. “Sweetie, you should take some shorts, just in case,” she added at the end. I was fine just wearing my swimsuit, most of the guys would be the same. “I am throwing a pair in your bag.” I did not object, both she and I knew they would never be worn.

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Kathy sat next to me on the bench seat of the bus. Most of the guys were in shorts, just three of us wearing our suits. Brian had on his favorite Arena brief with a swim team T shirt over. Chris had on a square cut drag suit with his team practice Speedo under. I had on my team practice suit and T shirt over. It was already getting hot, the temp was in the mid eighties. It was going to be a warm bus ride and a hot day.

“You ready for the meet?” I asked Kathy as the bus pulled from the pool parking lot.

“I think so, lots of great swimmers,” she replied. “How about you?” Her hand was already on my right knee.

“Nervous,” I replied. “I always get nervous before meets.” I knew I wasn’t the best swimmer on the team, probably more in the middle. I really just wanted to get to Sunday. I wanted mom to be able to see me swim.

“You’re cute,” she replied. “Nothing to be nervous about, you will swim great.” She rubbed my upper leg. I took her hand in mine and held it. The last thing I needed was for her to start touching my more sensitive areas. She did anyway as we dozed and chatted the whole ride. I wasn’t turned on by her as much as I was by the caress of a hand, any hand, on or near my bulge. I kept control, thankfully, but for some tiny releases.

—————

The meet was huge. Our biggest of the season. It would last two days. Because we were so close, no hotel overnight. Four hours on a school bus each day. Mom would miss today, but hopefully come Sunday, that is if I make the semi final rounds. The meet was hosted by the state university. The swim complex was amazing. Two eight lane 50 meter outdoor pools, and two dual eight lane 25 meter indoor pools. For our meet, the outdoor pools were converted to 21 lane, 25 yard pools. All our events were outside. The girls teams in one pool, the guys in the other. Mixed events used either. Events would use eight lanes. I do not remember how many teams, but it was a bunch. We arrived with an hour to spare before the 8am start. The day was set to run until 5. Home by 7. The pool area was a mass of cute, hot guys in all array of tight swimsuits.

“Well, this is it,” Brian said as we got off the bus. “Look at all the swimmers.” I think he was already getting hard. I sure was. My suit was swelling with arousal as I took it all in.

“So cool,” I said. I grabbed my Kodak Instamatic camera from my bag and started taking pictures. Cell phones were far into the future. My bulge was pressing forward as my erection went nearly full on. I pushed it down with my hand, all while holding my camera. It was going to be that kind of day, an endless state of arousal.

“Stay calm, Alan” Brian said, looking at my bulge. After the bus ride, it was not going to take much for me to go all the way.

“You too,”. I replied. He was equally as hard. We still had to change into our competition suits, even tinier and tighter.

——- to be continued—-

[SwimmerAlan]

“I can’t even fit in this suit,” Brian said. He was fighting to squeeze himself into the very tiny competition suit. The more he tried to position, the tougher his situation became.

“They are small,” I replied struggling to do the same. I normally tucked down, but with the tiny suit that was not working. Finally I went up and toward my right. Everything barely fit. “If I get hard, I am screwed,” I said allowed.

“I already am and now it won’t fit.” Brian was still struggling.

“Maybe a cold shower,”. I suggested. For both of us, it would be a good idea.

I never had any issues with wearing my swimsuits, actually liked being in them. My bulge was a part of me, and I wasn’t freaked out that others could see it in my suits. In fact, I thought it was part of what made guys swimsuits look cool. This suit, however, was the smallest and tightest suit I had ever worn. We were, so far, the only team wearing these new material race suits.

Post cold shower, Brian and I left the locker room, tight suits finally on each of us.

“I do not care what Coach says,” Brian started. “I am not changing again until the meet is over. I may never get back in this thing.”

“I agree,” I replied. We both looked ready for action in our suits. Swimming or whatever came along.

—————

My first event was 200 Freestyle. Probably around 9:30am. Coach was focusing me on longer distances. What I lacked in all out sprint speed I made up for in endurance. It was just about 8am. All teams were to be on deck for the national anthem and opening announcements. I was probably in my race suit too early, but I was excited for the day to start. Brian was already in the warm up pool doing some easy laps to loosen up, calm down, and mentally focus. His first event was right after the opening announcements.

“Damn, this suit is tight,” I thought to myself. I had not noticed it being so tight at practice because we were in the water and I took it off right after. Now, just walking around in it, I felt much more crushed in it. It was an odd sensation, partly because my anatomy was positioned different than usual. The sensation of the suit was on the side of me that normally did not feel the material. I was discovering it to be a much more sensitive feel.

“What’s with the tiny suits,” Mark, a swimmer from another team asked as I walked by. “I see them on all of you guys.” Mark and I knew each other from meets. He was a cute guy, tall and thin. He was about like me as a swimmer. He looked great in his suits. I did not know much about him, other than what I just said. He was always nice, always polite.

“Oh, hi Mark,” I replied. “Coach just gave these to us, just for meets. Some new material.”

“They are pretty tiny, and by the look of things, very tight.” Mark was eyeing me close. “Your sides are half as wide as mine.” He was right, they were really narrow.

“Yeah, they are pretty small,” I replied. For some reason, I could feel a bit of arousal stir in my suit. I never really thought of myself attracted to Mark, but he looked damn good in his suit. His bulge was perfect, he filled the suit out well.

“Well, that suit looks great on you, Alan” His compliment caught me by surprise.

“Yours, too.” I replied with a smile. Now I was getting hard, but so was he.

“Hey, let’s connect later,” Mark offered.

“Absolutely.”

[a speedo minded guy]

Loving your story. Please continue.

[SwimmerAlan]

The starting horn sent eight of us off the blocks. My dive was perfect! Eight lengths, two hundred yards. The top two lead swimmers were out strong. I was not with them, but was solidly leading the rest of the pack. I hit my first flip strong and got a great push off. I watched the orange swimsuit of the guy next to me, his male outline rotating as he swam. He was one of the top two, and I knew if I could stay watching his suit, I was in striking distance as the race got long. Just beyond him was the red suit of his competition, the suits were side by side. On my other side was the head of the swimmer just behind me.

“Stay with orange, keep ahead of blue.” It was funny that I defined my competitors by the color of their suits. Flip two, no change in position. We jockeyed and battled thru the next three lengths. A rally by blue tried to throw me back one spot, but I held on and gained on orange as an added benefit. By length five blue had lost his stamina and was dropping off. He went too hard and screwed his race. He would fade to seventh place.

“Push!” I heard coach yell as I came out of my flip into the last 50. One more turn and then a hard kick for the last 24. I was sure I was in third, but actually was fourth behind a swimmer five lanes away. I could see that red had faded a bit, orange was still pushing. So was I. So was green, the guy I could not see. Last flip, strong ass push and I gave it my all. Head down, watch the line. No looks. “Swim right into the wall” repeated in my head. I was no longer watching orange, red or anyone else. It was me, all me. I hit the wall with my fingers. It was done! Red and orange were in, too. As was green. I had no idea what order. The remaining four came in one by one behind.

My final time was just a fraction off my best. It turned out Green won. Orange was just a tenth behind me and red was a tenth behind him. I finished second. Maybe I was better at swimming than I thought. My time for sure locked me into a Sunday final.

“You kicked my ass on that last 25,” Orange suit said to me. “You just took off.”

“Hey, thanks,” I replied breathless. My heart still pounding. He was cute, but I was too beat up to notice.

I climbed from the pool, my tight suit clinging to me. Everyone’s was. My confidence was at a high. I had another event before the meal break. I decided to stay in my race suit.

i reached down and adjusted my position. Arousal was taking over in the warm sun, or was it all the guys in tight suits.

——- to be continued.....

[SwimmerAlan]

There you are,” I heard Kathy’s voice behind me. “I watched you swim, you did great.” I turned toward her, my still wet suit still clinging to me. I watched as her eyes went down to look right at my display.

“Thanks, I have a break so I was actually coming to see if I could watch your next event.” I really was thinking about it, but I was also thinking of checking on Brian or finding Mark. She smiled.

“You really finished strong. Coach said you got a great chance in the finals.”

“Must be these new suits,” I replied.

“I think it is you, but that suit is pretty hot on you,” she responded. “And tight,” she grinned.

“Yeah, it is pretty tight,” I replied.

“I like seeing you in it.”

We chatted for a minute. Her next event was in 30 minutes. She was off to warm up. As she departed her hand patted my abdomen and she slid it nonchalantly across my frontal bulge. “Come see me swim...”

“I will, promise.” I replied, as I casually adjusted myself.

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Day one of the big meet was just about over. A few remaining events and the coaches wrap up meeting. It was just past four on what turned out to be a hot and humid Summer day. Brian swam crazy well, taking top seed in two events and second in two others. Kathy was the top female swimmer of the whole meet, no surprise there. I was thrilled to be moving to finals in three events. I had just changed out of the tight and tiny race suit, back into my usual team practice suit. After being crammed in that tight little suit, my anatomy was making full use of the room, and I enjoyed the feel of the more comfortable swim brief.

“Hey, Alan,” a guy’s voice called. Mark was just finishing for the day. He was dripping wet from the pool. “I wasn’t sure we’d see each other.” He looked amazing, muscular body, swimmers build. His swimsuit fit him well, more correctly he made that swimsuit look hot.

“Hey Mark, how’d you do today?”

“Not my best, but got me thru to Sunday,” he replied.

“Awesome, man,” I was really excited that we would both be back tomorrow. Something about Mark today was really turning me on. I always thought he was a cute guy, but the interest today was stirring my body in ways I had not felt. Maybe it was just that everything today was stimulating urges and bulges.

“Let’s go check out the lake,” Mark suggested. The pool complex was next to a large man made lake with a walking path around and a long bridge out to a gazebo deck in the middle. “I need a walk.”

We both headed out of the pool area. Some other swimmers were doing the same, burning off the last hour. “What was you best event?” I asked.

“I busted balls in the fly, came in first.” Mark was the perfect fly guy. In the water his power was amazing.

“I cannot swim fly worth shit,” I responded.

“I know, I’ve seen you,” Mark replied with a grin.

“Yeah, but I can kick your ass in endurance,”. I replied.

“Okay, we are even,” he smiled. “Let’s go out to the middle. We both headed onto the wood bridge that went easily 150 feet out. While most of the other swimmers went walking along the path around the lake, we had the bridge and gazebo to ourselves. “You changed suits,” Mark noted.

“Yeah, Coach told us we had to as soon as we finished. Those other suits are for race only.”

“You looked packed pretty tight in the other one,” Mark observed. “This one looks more comfortable.”

“You look awesome in your suit, really hot,” I said it without thinking, it just casually rolled out.

“Thanks, Alan,” Mark replied not missing a beat. “That is nice of you.” Mark reached over and touched my hand. He didn’t take my hand in his, just brushed his against mine. A subtle message of interest, maybe.

We stood at the rail of the gazebo, together talking. Mostly about swimming. My mind was racing, he was so damn gorgeous. He had these cute dimples when he smiled. Everything about him was driving me wild. I was growing harder and harder as we chatted. My bulge was noticeably expanding. I was tucked down, but the aroused State was pushing my anatomy outward. He was doing the same, his suit expanding equally fast.

I reached down to adjust. He did the same. We both looked at each other. Nothing was said, nothing had to be. We both knew what was making us this way. “I am glad we came out here,” Mark said as we both hugged. Our bulging suits touched. We enjoyed the feel of our bodies touching. “We better head back,” he softly whispered after we held for several seconds. We both wanted to do more. It was best we stopped before we could not.

“Have a great night, see you tomorrow,” I closed with as we parted ways back at the locker room door. He had calmed down, I was still rock hard. It always took me a while to return to normal, sometimes a long while. It was going to be a hard ride home.

—- to be continued...

[SwimmerAlan]

Something happened that Saturday at the meet. I embraced who I was. Nothing got said to anyone. It was all in my heart and my head. Tomorrow was a big day. I went to bed ready to kick ass in the finals, and to kick ass in my life. I was who I was and that was perfectly okay. I felt my maleness gently inside my suit as I faded off to sleep.

Sunday, I would win my big event. It was the perfect outcome to a perfect weekend. Mark and I would cheer each other on, the first of many. Kathy and I would fade away to find our best lives.

It was the perfect weekend. It was the perfect meet.

[SwimmerAlan]

Mark looked stunning in his swimsuit, a yellow race cut brief with blue accent colors. The yellow was just on the cusp on being too sheer, showing enough of him to get me very aroused. He filled the suit well. The lines were smooth, the anatomical outline perfect. He was not hard, but he was interested. Just enough to look so damn hot. The swim season was over. We were at a beach house in Avon, North Carolina, USA on the Outer Banks. My mom and her best friend rented the same place every year. I was allowed to bring two friends. Ryan was always one. This was the first time for Mark.

Ryan wore a pair of very short and loose running shorts. He was also a handsome guy, capturing the girls looks. As a runner his build was different, less muscular, more lean. His legs were amazing, showing where his power was. Unlike Mark and I in our tight suits, Ryan’s fit was loose. As he walked his anatomy moved, an interesting difference from our form fit look. Actually, a fun watch. His shorts today were light blue with a dark blue liner that gave him a “speedo like” look under. Mark and Ryan had just met, but seemed to be getting along well.

“Let’s hit the beach,” Ryan suggested. “First morning, go check out the water,” he added.

“Great idea,” Mark replied.

Mom and friend had gone off to a shopping excursion to Nags Head. We had the place to ourselves. It was just past 9. The three of us headed down the steps on our first beach adventure. Two guys in briefs, and one in short shorts. We followed the trail over the dunes out to the beach. Watching Mark in the tight yellow suit was driving me wild.

———-

“Dude, you really need a pair of Speedos,” Mark said as Ryan emerged from the water. His loose nylon blend running shorts climbed to him showing every detail, even how he was trimmed as an infant. The light blue was fully see thru, the dark blue looking like a blue swim brief under. Ryan smirked as he tugged the clinging shorts away from his body.

“Yeah, maybe,” Ryan replied. “That water gets deep fast,” Ryan added. “Plus what a pull.” He was right, as a barrier island, the beach drops off quickly as the sandbar fades to true ocean.

“Yeah, be careful,” It has been known to suck the shorts right off guys,” I chimed in. “Another reason briefs win.”

“Maybe one day,” Ryan replied. “I’d need to borrow a pair.”

“Any time,”. I quickly responded. I always thought Ryan would look hot in a brief style suit. “I only brought fifteen with me.”

“Ten pair for me,” Mark added.

“Wow, you really have that many?” Ryan asked. I only own ten pairs of running shorts total.”

“How many suits do you have?” Mark asked me.

“Probably thirty,” I replied. “I have every one from as far back as I can remember. Some no longer fit.”

“I have about two dozen,” Mark replied to me.

“You guys crack me up,” Ryan chimed in. “I guess you can both loan me one, then I will have two.”

“Dude, we can go buy you some, too,” Mark suggested.

“Let me try them first,” Ryan replied.

We were probably a mile north up the beach as we chatted. The houses were gone, it was just us, the ocean and the dunes. An occasional fisherman.

“This is gorgeous,” Mark said, taking it in.

“A perfect beach for running,” Ryan added.

“In your new swimsuits,” I teased, but meant serious. “I’d even run with you, if you go slow.”

“Okay, swimsuit run, deal!” Ryan was locked in.

—— to be continued—-

[SwimmerAlan]

The sun was not up, yet. The cool morning air felt refreshing. The waves could be heard crashing onto the sandy shore. It was just past 4:30 am. I loved being up before anyone. It was my favorite time at the beach. We had come here every Summer of my life. Same house, same week. It felt like we owned the place. It was familiar, comfortable. We were just off the beach, so close you could see it from the higher decks. Certainly could hear it, and the air had the salt smell. I was wearing a new orange print Speedo suit. It was a bit of Southwestern look, I saw it at the sporting goods store the week before vacation and just had to have it. It was one of two I picked just for the beach. My swimsuit addiction had already started, something I would keep as I grew older.

The slider opening broke my captivating with listening to the waves. The sun was just peeking on the horizon. Ryan stepped onto the deck. He was wearing a pair of really short running shorts. The kind where the sides were able to fully open. Almost as narrow as my swimsuit on the sides. He looked cute, or in run terms dashing.

“Hey, I wondered where you went.” We all shared the loft overlooking the main floor.

“I love being out here early,” I replied.

“Want to be alone?” he asked.

“You can stay out, I just like watching the sun rise,” I explained. “You going for a run?”

“Yeah, once it gets lighter,” he answered.

“Cool shorts,” I added. “I made some coffee if you want some.” I had just started liking coffee. Of course, as a young guy, it had to be sweetened with sugar. I think I more liked the smell. “I will get you some.”

“Looks like someone has a new swimsuit,” Ryan said as I walked past. He was with me when I saw them. I grinned.

——-

The sunrise was spectacular, as it always is. Ryan and I talked about life, teased each other, and sometimes just sat silently taking it all in. “You never really told me what happened with Kathy,” Ryan asked, shifting the focus from the sunrise.

“Nothing, really. I just wasn’t into it.” I hoped he would leave it there.

“Not into her, or just not into having a girlfriend,” Ryan pressed on. It was not bad or rude, we always had deep conversations.

“What if I told you maybe that I like guys,” I asked.

“Honest answer,” Ryan paused. .....

[MrMusik]

What a great story! I really hope it continues to develop! Thank you for taking the time to write, SwimmerAlan!

[singletlover]

Thanks so much for the work you put into the story.

[jca155]

I love the story! Can't wait to read the next chapter! :)

[SwimmerAlan]

Writers note: Graphic content. I debated posting this chapter, but as a story based on true events, I felt like it needed to be here. I think just enough detail to let you decide what happened. On with the story....

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Ryan started running as soon as he hit the hard pack surf. The beach was quiet, free of people, but for one older couple. He headed north, bare chested, his shorts flapping in the wind blowing off the surf, sometimes blowing open wide enough to reveal the sheer inner brief. His anatomy bounced as he ran. He headed north and was quickly away from any civilization. It was just him, one with the sand and surf. Beads of sweat trickled down his chest, soaking into his shorts. Soon the shorts were drenched in salty sweat, clinging to him. Ryan loved running when his shorts were drenched with sweat, an odd sense of accomplishment.

Ryan’s thoughts were on the conversation with Alan. It ended perfectly, with Ryan assuring Alan that their friendship had not changed. “If anything, it becomes stronger,” Ryan had said. He meant it. What he liked best about their close, brother like bond, is the difference in paradigm each has. Ryan runs, Alan swims. Ryan is lean and thin, Alan is more muscular, like a swimmer. “So this just adds another attribute,” he thought to himself.

“I knew all along,” Ryan said aloud to no one as he ran.

———

Mark had already changed into his swimsuit, ready for a full day on the beach. He was laying on his back on the bed, feeling the rise of his bulge in the brand new white Speedo brand brief. The suit had red accents on the sides and a red stripe that ran just below the waist. It had that tight new suit feel, the Lycra and light color displaying detail features of his anatomy. Plus he was getting erect.

“You look cute, love the suit,” I said as I entered the room.

“Brand new,” Mark responded. “Where is Ryan?” The question was more opportunistic than curiosity.

“He went for a long run on the beach,” I responded as I laid next to Ryan on the bed. “A long run, I am sure.” Ryan looked so freaking hot laying there. I put lay hand on his chest. His legs were spread open, just enough to really accentuate his bulge.

“How long will he be gone?” Mark asked, his right hand rubbed his growing anatomy.

“Long enough for me to check you out in this hot swimsuit. You are making it amazing.” I slid my hand down and along his waistline, teasing his erotic feelings. “Love the red stripe on the white.” My finger traced the stripe. Mark let out a sigh, maybe a moan.

“Slide closer,” Mark requested. He urged me more until he could feel my bulge against his body. I was getting nearly as hard as he was. I knew this was my first time this close, I was sure it was new to both of us.

“How is this?” I whispered. I eyed how perfectly the white lycra outlined every detail, even the veins of his manhood. His aroused body was graceful and erotic at the same time. He was tantalizing my every desire.

“Perfect,” Mark replied, as he guided my hand lower. He was so aroused he could hardly keep himself under control. He was tucked down, his anatomy pressing hard against the tight suit. I guided my hand along his massive bulge, feeling him press against me. “That feels awesome...”.

I was equally testing the strength of my new suit. I pressed into his side. I was pointed up, my erection fighting to break thru the tightly tied waist.

“Oh man, Alan, you are driving me crazy” Mark whispered. His whole body stiffened as he arched upward. “Oh man... oh man...” Mark exclaimed.


—— to be continued...

[tomch5090]

Loving the story SwimmerAlan! Can't wait to see what happens next :)

[SwimmerAlan]

The beach was so private, just Ryan running for the last two miles. “I could run naked,” Ryan thought. At first it was just a fun thought, but after another ten minutes of nobody, Ryan decided it was really the perfect place. He had always wanted to run totally free of clothes, but for his Nike Daybreak shoes and matching socks. Ryan stopped, looked up and down the beach, making sure it was clear. Quickly, the shorts came off.

The run was amazing. He watched as his male anatomy bounced in stride with his pace. He dashed in and out of the surf. The cool water felt great, he did not care that his shoes were getting soaked with salty brine. They would dry.

Ryan was loving it!

As he ran into the surf a third time, a wave knocked his balance and he went flying into the water. His shorts went free of his hand. He rolled in the wave. As he stood up, his dilemma hit him. “Fuck,” he said as he frantically looked for the shorts. “Where the fuck are my shorts!” He was panicked, alone and totally naked on a beach at least five miles from the house. Suddenly, his great idea had become an awkward nightmare.

... to be continued...

[SwimmerAlan]

“I wonder how much longer before Ryan gets back,” I wondered aloud. Mark was just finishing up in the shower. His freshly cleaned new white suit back on him. I was laying on the bed, my erection still rock hard. It always took me a long time to get back to normal, it had already been almost 30 minutes.

“Look at you, still hard as a rock,” Mark said eyeing my fully filled out suit. I was still almost steel rod hard, straining inside the tight suit.

“I told you, I stay hard a long time.” I replied. “It really can be weird sometimes.” Like right now, I thought.

“That is just crazy,” Mark replied. “Maybe you need help getting it to calm down.”

“Must be a really long run today.” I replied, passing on the offer. I wiggled my legs as I stood and tried to adjust my bulge so my hard state of things was a little less obvious. If things were like they always are, I had at least another 30 minutes before things would ease. “Let’s get breakfast.” We could smell pancakes being made. “The movement certainly might help, too.”

“You want to walk out like that?” Mark asked.

“Not much else I can do, it will be fine.” I replied as I opened the door out to the hallway. My bulge just looked big, tucked down and tight.

———

“What the heck do I do now,” Ryan thought as he frantically looked out at the ocean for his lost shorts. “I cannot run back with no clothes on.” He was sure his shorts would float, but maybe not. “How far could they have gone?” Luckily no one was around, at least not yet. He walked out of the water and started walking along the edge of the surf.

The sound of engine startled Ryan. It was getting louder and closer. Ryan saw the cart about 500 feet away heading towards him. Unsure what to do, he waded out deeper into the surf, so he could cover his anatomy.

“Everything okay?” the young guy on the sand buggy asked.

“Not really,” Ryan replied. “I got knocked by a wave and lost my shorts,” he added.

“Lost them? As in like you have no shorts on now?” Ryan was kneeling down in the water.

“Yeah, if I stand up, you see everything.”

The young guy looked around his buggy. It was really more of a cart. “Man that sucks. I got nothing here to help you.”

“You cannot leave me like this. I was running and I am at least five miles out.” And naked, Ryan added in his mind.

“How did you lose your shorts, I mean I have heard of them pulling down, but not falling totally off,” the cart guy asked.

“Long story,” Ryan replied. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Oh yeah, sorry. Robert, beach patrol,” the guy answered. “Basically I pick up trash and guard,” he added, pointing to the cart. Robert was not much older than Ryan. Maybe 18. He was wearing red shorts, life guard type shorts, and a matching red and white guard top. He was really quite handsome, tall and lean. “Hey, I got an idea,”

“Anything, Robert.” Ryan was ready for a solution. “I am Ryan, by the way.”

Robert looked up and down the beach. Seeing no one he said, “come on out, the coast is clear,” he chuckled at the unintended pun. Ryan stood up, revealing his naked anatomy. They were both guys, but Ryan still covered himself with his hands. No fear of a big show, having sat in the cold water. Things were pretty shrunk.

Robert pulled off his red shorts, revealing a dark blue Speedo brand swimsuit. “I never thought my Speedo would come in this helpful,” Robert said as he held the red shorts out to Ryan, who was now alongside the cart. “If you tell me the real story, you can wear these. I can wear my Speedo today.” Ryan grinned as he took the shorts. “You are a pretty good looking guy,” Robert added.

For some unknown reason, Ryan, still naked, started getting hard. Robert’s eyes focussed on Ryan’s fast rising anatomy.

... to be continued...

[dm106]

Great story - please keep it up!

[SwimmerAlan]

The red shorts were just enough to get Ryan home. They were short, barely an inseam, free of a liner. Ryan’s anatomy almost hung out the leg openings, up close it did. Ryan adjusted as best he could. “Yeah, that’s why I wear my swimsuit under,” Robert said as he watched.

“A little short, but it will work,” Ryan replied.

“You look great in them,” Robert added. Ryan smiled back. “You want a ride back?”

“No, I can finish my run.” Ryan wanted to get a decent run in. “How do I get these back to you?”

“I am at guard post six in Avon, usually. There til six today.”

“Awesome, we are staying in Avon.”

“Maybe we can do something after I get off,” Robert added as they parted.

“That’d be great...” Ryan replied as he set off on his run back.

———.

Mark and I had all our swimsuits laid out on the bed in our loft bedroom, showing Ryan his options. At least two dozen briefs in various colors and prints. Mostly Speedo brand, because for swim teams that was the go to brand back then. A few Arena and a couple Jantzen briefs. Mine tended to be brighter colors and prints, Mark’s were darker, except for the white one he was wearing. We were all about the same size, all three of us. Ryan, was a bit more slim, but close enough.

“Pick any one you want,” I encouraged Ryan. I was dying to see him in a brief style swimsuit. I was certain he would look totally hot.

“I don’t know,” Ryan replied. “I’ve never worn one.” He cautiously picked up a red and orange print Speedo and held it up to his body.

“You will love it,” Mark chimed in. “Plus you will look amazing for all the girls.”

“Alright,” Ryan gave in. He grabbed one more, a black and red Arena that was Mark’s. “We’ll see.” He stripped out of the shorts, revealing his naked body. He tried the darker suit on first. “How do you put your, you know, in these?” he asked as he adjusted the suit around his waist.

“However feels best,” Mark replied. “Just be careful pointing up, if you get hard it is way more obvious.” Ryan was already getting hard. He adjusted himself downward, creating a perfect bulge of masculinity. He tied up the strings.

“That suit looks awesome on you,” I complimented. It really did. He was rocking it well, and his aroused state made his bulge look amazing.

“How do you wear these things and not get a boner?” Ryan asked.

“You will get used to it,” I replied.

“Man, I am not sure I can wear this on the beach, I might lose my load.”

“You will be fine,” Mark answered. I could tell Mark was getting turned on by Ryan’s excitement. So was I.

Ryan walked around the room. “It does feel pretty cool on,” he said. He rubbed his hand over his bulge. “I really like the colors, too.” His bulge was huge, he was very much turned on.

“Here, try on the other one,” I handed Ryan his other choice.

“I don’t know man, I am really getting kind of horned up,” Ryan replied. He was holding his bulge. “Holy shit how can you wear these.”

“You really do get used to it,” I replied. It was fun watching him as he tried to control himself.

[MrMusik]

Mad hot, Alan!

Looking forward to more!

That is exactly how I felt when I first started wearing swim briefs! Constant boner, all the time!

[SwimmerAlan]

“Except that they make me hard as a rock, I like how they feel on,” Ryan said as he made a few adjustments. He had a perfect body for brief suits. His muscular, long legs looked amazing. He walked around the room and the. Went out on the deck. “Yeah, I like this one,” he added. As he walked, his rising situation was calming down.

“Ready for the other one?” I was really anxious to see how he looked in brighter colors. The cut was a bit more brief, not much, but narrower sides. The brief he had on was three inch sides. The bright colored one was closer to two inch sides. It would be a tighter, more showy fit.

“Okay, but it might take a few minutes,” Ryan said pointing at his still large bulge.

The second suit looked fantastic on Ryan. The colors really tied well with his blonde hair. The blue in the bright color print brought out his blue eyes. The narrower cut really showed off his long, muscular legs. The fit highlighted nicely his anatomy, creating a perfect male bulge. He was positioned down, which created a round mound of maleness. I could tell he liked it. “What do you think?” I asked.

Ryan looked down at himself, and ran his hands over his bulge. He turned to look in the mirror. “Definitely a smaller suit,” he replied referring to the more narrow sides. “It feels like I have not much on,” he grinned.

“You look great in it,” I replied. “You rock those colors.”

“I agree,” Mark added.

“Yeah, I really like both of them,” Ryan admitted. “Let’s go hit the beach.” He had decided to stay in the bright colored suit he had on.

“You are going to drive the girls wild,” Mark said as we headed out the door.

“And maybe some guys, too,” I added.

“Maybe...” Ryan replied. “Oh, wait, I need to grab those shorts. I can take them back to Robert.”

————

“Cool suit,” Robert said as his eyes scanned Ryan’s body. Robert was still wearing the snug solid blue Speedo brief. “I wondered if you were a Speedo guy,” he added. “You rock that suit.”

Despite being straight, Ryan was feeling this strange sense of attraction to Robert. He first felt it this morning, seeing him in the blue suit. Now, it was there again. Ryan was even starting to get hard, quickly. “First time,” Ryan replied. “Your blue Speedo inspired me,” he added with a grin. Robert was not quite as tall as Ryan, but he was much more muscular, the result of his swimming and rowing. It was clear he worked out.

“Cool, a swim brief virgin,” Robert replied. “The best kind of suits to wear.”

“Hey, thanks for the shorts. I washed them after I wore them,” Ryan said as he headed the red shorts to Robert.

“You had a tough morning,” Robert replied as he took the shorts. “Just curious, what would you have done if I had not shown up?”

“I honestly do not know,” Ryan replied. He tried to adjust his now rock hard bulge as he talked. “I was kind of freaking out.” They both laughed.

“I get off in an hour, maybe we can do something,” Robert proposed.

“Sure,” Ryan replied. There was that feeling again. “See you then,” Ryan smiled. He headed back to where Mark and I were laying on the a big sheet on the beach. Ryan’s arousal retreated back to a more normal state, his filled out bulge becoming less prominent.

—— to be continued....

[a speedo minded guy]

Hi SwimmerAlan,

I hope all is well. I hope you can continue your story soon. Keep up the great work

[SwimmerAlan]

It was a perfect beach day. The sky was blue with only a few puffy white clouds, a very gentle breeze, a warm sun. The beach was wide open, not crowded, only small clusters of people and the occasional solo person. Board shorts were just starting to show on the swimsuit fashion scene, so the occasional guy in Birdwell Beach Britches, which were just starting to become the go to board short in this part of the country. Most guys were in some form of swim short, the kind that looked like the old gym shorts from school. A smaller number in more form fit square cut style suits, and a few guys in briefs. The three of us were among the small contingent of guys sporting the best choice of swimsuit styles.

“What do you think of those long swimsuits?” Mark asked. A couple of really cute guys were playing frisbee, both wearing Birdwells. One in red and one in blue. I had to admit they looked cute.

“I don’t know, seem kind of pointless at the beach,” I replied. “Way too long.”

“I thought about trying them on,” Mark replied. “Just to see.”

“I have a pair,” Ryan replied. I looked at him surprised. We were so close, I was amazed I did not know. “Yeah, just like his,” he pointed at the guy in the red pair. “They feel kind of weird on, long and bulky,” he added. “Really just more like shorts than a swimsuit.”

“I never knew you had those,” I responded.

“My mom bought them for me, she thought all the guys were wearing them. They kind of just stay in the drawer, maybe one day I will wear them.”

“Yeah, I don’t know, I really like my team suits,” I replied.

“Me, too,” Mark added. “Even if they show my boners,” he laughed.

“Don’t start talking about boners,” Ryan chimed back a bit loudly. Loud enough a very cute college age girl reading a book about 50 feet away heard. She started laughing.

“I like guys in Speedos,” she joined the conversation. “Even with boners,” she laughed, adding “or not. Especially fit guys.” She was for certain checking out every aspect of the three of us.

“Do you think we are fit?” Ryan replied curiously. He turned to face her. Her eyes went right to his suit, focusing on his bulge.

“For sure,” she replied. “You guys are perfect for Speedo suits.” Ryan immediately started getting hard. Honestly, we all did, but for different reasons. I looked over at Mark and smiled as we watched Ryan get his visibly aroused, his bulge growing right before our eyes, and hers.

“My name is Ryan, that’s Alan and he is Mark,” Ryan said as he walked toward her. His aroused state did not seem to be holding him back. Ryan casually tried to adjust his bulge.

“My name is Meghan, but everyone calls me “Maggie.” Meghan was watching as Ryan moved his hand across the front of his suit. She smiled. “You guys are fun to listen to,” she added. “You look great in that Speedo. All of you do.” She was dressed in a green and yellow bikini, not quite a string, but not much bigger. She looked even prettier up close.

“Thanks, I like your swimsuit, too,” Ryan replied. “Actually, our colors kind of match.” Maggie motioned for Ryan to sit on the large sheet, next to her. He complied. He could feel the tightness increase in his suit as he grew more aroused. His long legs stretched out in front of him, giving his bulging suit and erect state prominent display.

“Are you guys on swim team together?” Maggie asked. Her eyes focused mostly on Ryan’s masculine display of arousal. She could feel her own tinges of arousal. He was a really cute guy, and from what she saw, well equipped. His suit was barely containing him.

“They are,” Ryan replied. “I am on cross country,” he added.

“Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense,” Maggie replied. “You got amazing legs, muscular. A runner, of course.” With that she reached over and touched his upper left leg. Ryan flexed and tightened his muscles. She gently rubbed his taut quads, feeling the muscular definition. “Your legs are amazing!”

It was all Ryan could do to stay in control. He felt a little surge as a release of arousal created a small wet spot on his suit. All new sensations for Ryan, he could feel himself getting harder and larger. Maggie’s hand still feeling his leg, each rub getting higher and higher up toward his bulging suit. Maggie watched as Ryan’s bulge responded to her, she was feeling her own excitement.

Ryan was secretly enjoying every aspect of his situation. He loved being a guy, even in a tight swimsuit.


.... to be continued....

[SwimmerAlan]

The beach had become private, just the two of us, the sun behind is lighting up the white cap waves. Golden sand, reed filled dunes, salt air.

“Let’s go for a walk,” I had suggested to Mark. “I think Ryan is pretty interested in the girl.”

“I think he is very turned on by her,” Mark had replied. “Maybe too turned on by the looks of things.”

“He’s loving every minute of it,” I adjusted myself in my own suit. Watching Ryan had my own state of arousal escalating.
Mark and I decided to head south, leaving Ryan with Maggie. Ryan didn’t even realize we had left. He had more interesting things going on. The beach quickly grew less crowded as Mark and I got past the houses. I took Mark’s hand in mine, as our journey continued. It was the perfect day for a long, romantic walk, and maybe a bit more. Mark looked so damn cute in his swimsuit.

And here we were. Alone. It could not have been more perfect. This was not today. Two guys in love, young love, puppy love or lifetime love, was not yet even remotely accepted. I was fortunate, my mom knew, accepted and embraced it. Mark was in a deep closet, only I knew, but for Ryan. A tight trusted circle. Tight like his swimsuit, and the package he held inside.

“Damn, you look so fucking gorgeous,” Mark said. “I fell in love with you at our first swim meet.” That was back in ninth grade. I do not know at that moment on the beach what happened faster, my knees buckling or my erection forming. It was at that instant moment I knew I was in love, too.

“You are the cutest, sweetest, fastest swimming, guy I know.” Yeah, it was an awkward reply, but at that age are we not all an awkward mess. I knew it was honest, sincere. I was doing my best.

The kiss, the amazing kiss. I had never come before, and I did not then, probably because my body was not sure how. But the wet drizzle, the feel of Mark, all of Mark, even his raging boner. I wanted to have him, and I was not even sure what that meant or how it happened.

We just kept kissing, embracing, rubbing together. Touching.

... to be continued...

[animal]

I came out of lurking to say that this story has been fantastic so far! I *really* hope you can continue it!

[Ethanroy011]

Nice story, want to read next part soon