The Endurance Swimmer - part 1

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Swimming season was over. The best part was no more early practices, at least for a while, until Summer swimming season started and a couple swim camps where Zach and I had agreed to help coach. Zach absolutely said he was not getting up before 7 for at least a month. I thought that was a great idea, but I found myself awake by 5. My first class was at 9, so what to do with four hours was a dilemma. I did not want to wake Zach so options were limited. I could lay there and watch him sleep, which was fun, because by this point he was usually uncovered on his bed displaying his awesome body, but that would just make me horny. So, after the first few days of trying to fill the hours, I decided I would go do my own little swim practice. Maybe not as intense as what we had to do for the team, but 90 minutes in the pool followed by breakfast just seemed enticing.

The street light glow through the shade on our dorm window gave me just enough light to find one of my suits, slip it on, throw on shorts and a shirt and head off to the pool. We still had our swim team lockers, so I had all I needed to shower and stuff after in my locker. I quietly grabbed my books, jotted Zach a quick note to meet for breakfast if he was up, and slipped out the door. Zach was still sound asleep, legs spread, in really short running shorts, on top of his bed. How he could sleep like that I never figured out. It was very tantalizing to look at, though.

The sun was not up, and much like our treks to swimming at 4:30, I was the only one awake. The guard waved, as he always did.

“Going swimming Ryan?” he asked. “I thought swimming was over.”

“Yeah, it is” I replied with a smile, “just can’t sleep, gotta get my chlorine fix”

He laughed. “Have fun…”

I got to the pool at about 5:20am. It opened at 5 for lap swimming. Not the same pool that we practiced in, this one was the “old” pool. It was a yard pool, so the laps were a tad shorter than our meter pool. It was adjacent to the “new” pool, which was a really cool facility, and the one we used for swimming and diving. There were three people in the pool, which had eight lanes. They had them marked off by speed, as if it was going to get busy. I walked past the pool, down the hall to the locker room, entered my code and went in. I was the only one in there. I shed my shorts, grabbed my swim gear from my locker, and jumped in for a quick “wash down” shower. I always thought the shower before swimming was weird, but I complied.

I toweled off grabbed my stuff and headed out. Because I had to swim in the old pool, the locker was not connected, so I had to go back down the hall to the entrance. “Probably should have brought a towel” I thought as I got to the pool, so I didn’t make the floor wet going back. I guess I could have gone back to get one, but my mind was not quite that smart so early.

“Dude, what are you doing?” said Pete, the lifeguard, as I walked in the pool. He was the guard who watched over our early practices.

“Wanted to make sure you showed for work” I said back, poking him.

I walked over to the fast lane and set my stuff down. “Dude, there is no way you can swim there!” Pete said. “I’ve watched you, you are definitely a slow lane guy”

“Yeah, well let me try this and if I can’t make it, you can come save me” I said back with a smirk. Pete was always the joker.

“This place ever get busy in the morning?” I asked Pete.

“No, at about 6 we’ll get a couple more, that’s it. There’s a guy who will swim in the lane next to you, older dude, nice guy” Pete answered. “You gotta be out at 7:30 so I can get it ready for the 8 am swimming class.”

With that I pushed off on my warm up laps. I guess I was really out of my element, because at my first flip I felt my suit pull down on the push off. I swam with it off my hips until the shallow water came back and I could stand. I had forgotten to tie the strings. I had not done that since high school. “Dumb ass” I thought to myself as I made sure I was all tied up. Luckily, it just went low, but nothing came out. I continued on.

I was just finishing a fifth set of intervals of 100 fly. As I grabbed the wall, I caught a glimpse of a guy standing in the lane next to me. I had pushed hard and was sucking in all the air I could as I stood. “Must be the guy Pete mentioned” I thought, glancing over. Sure enough, a tall, grey headed, older guy was smiling back at me. He was really well built for his age, looked like he had not an ounce of fat on him. He was wearing a black and gold Tyr suit, the kind that was mostly black with the gold on the side panels.

“Damn” he said, “you really swam those well.”

“Thanks,” I said breathless, grabbing my water bottle.

“Have a great swim” he said as he pushed off and started down the pool. He was not fast, but I watched as he displayed really smooth technique. I had a one minute break according to my workout. Just enough time for him to make it through a full lap (down and back) of the pool. He did an open turn and pushed off again, his smooth stroke gliding him down the pool.

“He comes here every day” Pete said, noticing me watching him. “He’s not real fast, but he has incredible endurance. He’ll still be going when your done”

I watched for a bit longer, cheating on my break time. He was very graceful. I pushed off for a set buoy pulls. I had about an hour left in my workout, which would take me to about seven.

Zach woke up about 6:30. He looked over and saw my bed empty. “That jerk went swimming” he said to himself. As he wiped the fog from his eyes he saw my note about breakfast at 7:30, confirming his suspicion. Zach was very competitive about swimming, and as much as he liked the sleep, he hated that I might actually be getting an extra practice in. Not enough to make him decide to get up and join me, but it still tweaked him. He was cute when he was tweaked. Still in his tiny running shorts, he grabbed his towel and shower kit and headed off to the shower, down the hall.

Zach stepped in the shower, shorts on. I don’t think he ever really laundered those shorts, he’d just wear them in the shower and suds them up. It’s funny the things we did in college that we’d never do again, like wearing the same shorts, shower washed, for a year. He’d strip them off to rinse them and finish the shower. Despite the rules that said you can’t, he’d then walk back to our room naked, wrapped in a towel. I was always tempted to tug that towel one day, a feat I’d do before we graduated.

I wrapped up my workout at ten after seven, having pushed a few more hard laps in than I planned. I wanted to see if I could outlast the guy next to me. Pete was right, the older guy just kept going. As far as I could tell he had not stopped once. “Man, that guy is amazing,” I thought to myself, as I hoisted my Speedo clad body from the pool. I had on a orange and red print Speedo. I loved the bright colors. I walked over to a mat and did a quick set of 100 sit ups.

“What, you taking it easy today?” Pete said as I stood. We chatted for five minutes. Pete was a senior and was on the school’s baseball team. He also swam in high school, but baseball was his thing. I watched as the older guy finished up. He climber out of the pool and was as fit out of the water as he looked in.

“See you here tomorrow?” he asked as he headed to toward the locker room.

“I hope so” I replied, smiling.

I headed out the door and down the hall to my private locker room. Thoughts of a big breakfast on my mind and a bit of curiosity about the endurance swimmer next to me.

To be continued

[Lap Counter]

All right! The start of another great story by our number one author.

[NJHunkguy]

Feels like a continuation ;) Thanks!

[NJHunkguy]

What is going to happen in the "private locker room" is intriguing !!!

[Swimmboy]

I really love your stories! As an older Masters swimmer, I've made the acquaintance of many of the college varsity swimmers at the pool where I swim - they are really great guys. Will be interested to see what happens in your next chapter....

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The hot shower felt awesome. I let the water roll over me, still in my suit. My mind went to the image of Zach as I left him this morning, laying there on his bed, the way his shorts clung to him, how he had his incredible legs spread open. Between the feel of the water and those images, but my body was taking matters into its own hand, so to speak. I loved the feel of the suit on me. I loved the look as I got more and more aroused. I really did not have time, but I really enjoyed the feeling I was having as the water caressed over my chest, and down the front of me. I lathered my hair, letting the shampoo run from my hair down across my chest and off my legs. I rubbed soap across my chest and down my abs, wiping away the smell of the chlorine, my suit clinging to me and gripping me in a way that seemed to be working. My mind had moved past just a shower, as my body had responded to my thoughts, the feelings, the feel. I ended up taking longer in the shower than expected, but I certainly enjoyed myself.

It was already 7:30 when I finished, and here I was still naked, somewhat aroused, but calming. I rushed to dry off, grabbed a dry old team suit and threw it on, slipped my shorts over. Within a few minutes I was heading out the door for the walk to the student center for breakfast. It was a great day, blue sky and the temps were well into the high 60’s already. I had a bad case of spring fever and really wanted to be somewhere other than going to class. Ay a beach, laying in the sun, Zach, Cody, Alan (the guy runner from modeling). Damn, I could almost have turned myself on again in my thoughts.

“You’re such a jerk” Zach said to me as I walked over to him, standing near the entrance to the dining hall. He was in a pair of board shorts and a swim team T shirt. His hair was jostled, as if he had not brushed it, his traditional look. He was cute as anything. He looked hotter than any guy out there and he was getting the looks from every girl who walked by. I love the heck of Zach, but he was just too damned shy! For a straight guy, he could have any girl he wanted… and damn, if he was like me, look out!

“Good morning to you, too” I replied. I knew Zach was tweaked about me swimming without him. “You must have had a great sleep,” I added telling him about how he looked as I left. I knew it would stoke him, and it did. He gave me this “guilty as charged” smile back.

“Yeah, it really was awesome not to have to get up for practice. I even had time to jack off.” I could not tell if he was serious or just kidding. He knew how to poke back at me.

“So did I” I replied, laughing.

Over breakfast I told Zach about my swim, how the pool was almost empty, and how weird it was that I had to walk back down to the locker in my wet suit.

“Oh, you know you loved that part the best,” Zach teased, “You love showing off in your skimpy little suits, just like that tiny thing you wore modeling.”

“Don’t even start about modeling,” I replied. “You’re the guy who…”

“Okay” Zach said cutting me off. He blushed.

“There was this guy next to me, he swam non stop the whole time I was there.” I explained. “He was not fast, but he had incredible endurance. He was a lot older than we are, probably like 50’s, but he had an awesome body”

“You got turned on by an older guy?” Zach replied.

“No, not that way” I said. “I was just amazed at how long he swam and how fit he was. He had abs and everything. He even wore a racing brief, a Tyr suit”

“Sounds like you really checked this dude out,” Zach said. “I think you like him.”

“Okay, whatever” I replied, exasperated. “But really, he was a really good swimmer. Pete said he comes every day. And yeah, he was very handsome, but….”

Four guys from swimming came over to the table, interrupting the conversation. Obnoxious and loud, just like swimmers can be, we are a cocky bunch. They all shared how cool it was to sleep in.

“Speedo-boy here went swimming” Zach said to them, pointing at me. That set them off in a round of smart remarks.

“Hey, this weekend is going to be awesome,” one of them, Scott, pointed out. “Let’s go to the beach.” Scott was a freshman recruit. He was a really cute guy and a damn good swimmer. Besides the closeness of team, I did not really know much about him. He did, however, fill out his suits well, and he had the smoothest chest and legs. I could not imagine him at the beach.

We all agreed that a weekend at the beach would be cool. “If we all chipped in, we can get a hotel for like $20 each and crash on the floor” That led to a team hand grab of affirmation. “No f…ing swimming” ruled one of the guys, I am not sure who.

“Yeah, it’s a beer and boys weekend” said James, another of the four (and the dude from modeling). That sounded fine to me.

Zach and I agreed to meet at the pool at 4 for a workout. We picked up our stuff and headed to class. On the way out of the dining area, a couple girls from our class joined us for the walk. I nudged Zach and smiled. “That damn shyness,” I thought.

To be continued .... if you like the story, let me know......

[solarguy]

Thanks for all the work you put into your stories! You really know how to keep the reader hanging on! Can't wait for the next chapter

[a speedo minded guy]

STS,

You are always coming up with great stories. Please keep going, always nothing but the finest. :D

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Like clockwork, I was wide awake the next morning at 4:45am. The room was dark with just the glow through the shades from the lights outside. I rolled over and looked across at Zach, who was once again on top the covers. His shorts were tented and his right arm was laying bent, with his hand nestled between his legs. He appeared to be sound asleep, but whatever he was dreaming about had him pretty engaged. I laid quietly watching him for a few minutes, finally venturing one foot out from the covers, then the other. As I often did, I slept in an old stretched out team suit from high school, strings not tied.

I got up, slipped of the suit I slept in, and grabbed a suit out of my drawer and slipped it on. I fumbled for my shorts and T-shirt. Zach stirred a bit. I watched as he slid his hand up on his shorts and adjusted himself. I smiled, scribbled a note, and grabbed my stuff for class and headed out the door. I was at the pool at 5:15am and was the second person in the water.

Resting between sets, a voice from behind startled me. “Back again.” I turned to see the older guy from yesterday standing on the side, stretching his arms behind his back. The stance pushed his waist out a little. He was in the same blue and gold Tyr.

“Hey, yeah,” I replied.

He jumped in and dunked his head under. As he stood he reached over with his right hand. “I’m Joe,” he said. “We might as well know who each other is.”

“Ryan,” I said back as I shook his hand.

“Yes, Ryan, I know” he said. “I follow you on the swim team. You are quite the swimmer.”

“Thanks” I said. “Its rare to meet someone who follows swimming.” I was really flattered.

He pushed off for his swim and I was back into my workout. My goal was to swim as long as he did, not non-stop, but I wanted to stay in the pool as long as him. At ninety minutes I pushed off for a set of arm drills. As I wrapped up the second 50 meters, I saw Joe glide to the wall and stand. I did a flip turn and watched him as I pushed off. He stood there. At the end of that 50, he was still standing by the wall, stretching. I stretched my reach and glided to the wall and stood.

“Calling it a morning,” I said as I stood.

“I love watching you swim” he said. “Don’t worry, I am not some freak, I just enjoy the art of the sport.”

“That’s so funny, Joe” I said in reply, “I really am impressed by how smooth you are in the water, seriously.” He smiled back.

We both lifted ourselves out of the pool. It was almost 7 am and I was suppose to meet Zach in half an hour. I could not believe how fit this guy was, I was guessing his age in my mind. I had this weird feeling. I wasn’t sexually turned on to him, I just admired how amazing he looked. I knew he had a really interesting story, if only I could figure out how to learn it. We must have looked like grandfather and son, two age diverse guys leaving an incredible swim workout, dripping wet with our brief suits clinging to our anatomy.

“You want to do the spa?” Joe asked. “It’s the best part of the swim.”

I was not at all ready for that. “No,’ I replied, “I am really pressed for time.”

“Okay” Joe said back. “See you here tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” I said as I headed to the door. I could not believe I just did that. Inside I was kicking myself. I got to the door and turned back to see Joe stepping into the spa. He looked at me and smiled, just as I started to pull the door.

“I decided that I could spare five minutes or so” I said as I stepped in the spa.

“I am guessing you don’t do this” Joe said. “Once you start you always will.”

I have to admit it felt awesome. Now I know why coach never let us do this, we’d never get out. We chatted for a solid fifteen minutes, which really was going to mess up breakfast.

+++++++

Zach was already in the food court when I showed up, five minutes late. My hair was still wet and uncombed, my shirt was haphazardly tucked in my shorts. In short I looked like any college guy who rolled out of bed, showered and showed up in the course of five minutes.

“I got my straight guy look on” I said as Zach stared at my messed up hair. It was the perfect ice breaker. He moved past pissed off to humorous instantly.

“You look like you just got laid”

“Really?” I said. “It sure felt good, too.” None of which was truth.

We both loaded our plates in the buffet line. Zach had the appetite of a 400 pounder. I did to, but at least I swam.

“Dude, you gotta ease up” I said as he piled on three scoops of eggs. “you won’t look good in your Speedo with a potbelly.”

“Rub it in” Zach said back. “Fat or not I can still kick you ass in the pool.” And so the male banter began. Orientation aside, we are still guys.

“So, Joe is a diver from back in the day” I said to Zach as I explained out hot tub conversation. “He must have been good, he dove through college.” I paused to eat some fried potatoes. “He knows who we both are and very stat about us. Said he comes to some meets, mostly to see the divers.”

Zach patiently listened as I carried on for five minutes.

“I still think you your all hot for this guy” Zach said after. “I mean listen to you.”

“Not that way, dude” I answered. “Seriously”

Zach smiled, gave me his “not sure I buy it” look.

“Zach,” I said, “if you knew how old this guy is and how f…ing awesome he looks in a Tyr suit….” I faded. “You and I should look this hot at his age.

“So how old is this guy?” he asked.

“Just proved you're never too old too look hot…” I started my reply. I was amazed at Joe's age.

To be continued ... let me know what you think

[Swimmboy]

Nice continuation - on the one hand, I can't imagine young Ryan being 'interested' in the older man, not with so many hot college dudes all around him. On the other hand, as an older guy myself - I WANT 'something' to happen between them - even if just a warm friendship or camaraderie forms between two guys who love swimming!

[a speedo minded guy]

Wow, another great chapter. How do u keep coming up with these stories? You should really become a writer. You'd do really really well.

[Lap Counter]

You should really become a writer.

Seems to me he IS a writer, and quite a good one at that.

[Byron]

Yes, how do we define the subtle difference with STS?
NJH has just referred us to a story typical of many to be found on the internet but just not the same to hold interest.
(I would like to conduct a world survey on Lady Chatterley's Lover - millions of books sold but just how many purchasers ever read it outside of the middle six pages I wonder)

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

I was trying to catch up on some reading when I heard a soft knock at the door. I was alone, Zach had a lab session, and I really needed to get through three chapters of economics, so I thought about just ignoring the knock. Anyone Zach or I knew would have just barged in, except that I had the door locked, sitting in just a well worn team suit from last year as I tried to grasp some theory I have long since forgotten. My enjoyment of wearing my swimsuits to hang out had already taken hold by this point, but only Zach really knew about it. The soft knock again. I threw on a pair of Nylon running shorts, the kind that had almost no inseam and open split leg seams and reached for the door.

“Hey,” said Scott, the freshman swimmer, “I was gonna go do an hour or so at the pool, want to come?”

“Oh man, I rally got this reading to catch up on,” I said back. The whole thing caught me by surprise, other than swim team, Scott and I had not really ever hung out together. I hated to turn him down.

“I was really hoping you would come,” he said with his infectious smile. “Maybe next time…he added, kind of looking rejected. He had on this really tight fitting shirt and a pair of soccer shorts.

“Oh man,” I kind of whined. “Alright, but just an hour, I really got to finish this before we go to the beach tomorrow.”

Scott smiled as if he had just landed his first date. “Cool, deal” he said. Scott was not as tall as me, but, like me he also had blonde hair. Some said we could pass as brothers. He was wearing really slim fitting jeans, the kind that kind of hug the important stuff, no belt, and well worn polo shirt. He looked adorable.

I quickly changed shorts, put on a clean shirt and grabbed my gear. We headed out the door.

“I’m really psyched to go to the beach tomorrow” Scott said as we headed to the pool.

“Yeah, me too,” I replied, watching how his jeans fit him so well as he walked.

We didn’t say much else, Scott was kind of a quiet guy. It was a nice day, and we looked at all the students playing Frisbee and other games in the open grassy areas of campus.

“I hope you don’t mind that I just dropped in on you,” Scott finally broke the silence. “I hate swimming alone and I really like the way you swim. I watch you in practice all the time”

“Not at all,” I answered. “I am always looking for reasons not to read textbooks.”

We got to the locker room. We were the only ones there, not a big surprise. We were in the team locker room. Scott opened his locker and grabbed out his suit. He pulled off his shirt and hung it in the locker, revealing his chest and abs. He wasn’t as muscular as some of the swimmers, probably because he was a first year, but he still looked built. He yanked his socks off and then stripped his tight jeans, fighting them as they hugged his legs.

“Wow, that is some really hot underwear,” I just blurted out as I saw him reveal a pair of tight red square cut undies, the kind with a pouch in front that really shows off. No wonder his jeans looked so great on him. I blushed as soon as I realized what I said.

“Thanks,” he said turning to face me, modeling it somewhat. “I just got these and I love them.” I about went hard right there watching him. “You don’t think they are too out there?” he asked.

“Not at all dude.” I answered.

We both slipped on our suits and grabbed out stuff. I had put on a red and black Tyr suit, Scott had on a green swirl print Speedo that looked amazing on him, of course I love the bright colors. He fit it awesome.

“How do we get to the pool from here, Scott asked, referring to the student pool, since we could not use the team pool. He had his gear bag in his hand, standing there in just his Speedo and flip flops.

“Oh, yeah, that’s the tough part. We got to walk down the hall, its about 200 feet, no direct access from here.”

“Like this,” he said pointing at his suit, which was fitting him like a glove.

I pulled open the door, and said “Yup, show-time” smirking. Unlike in the early morning, there were more people around and two guys in swim briefs got some looks. A few girls smiled at us. I have to admit, I found it kind of fun to be wearing my little suit, slightly out of context. Scott seemed a bit more shy about it.

Our workout ended up being more fun than real hard swimming. We had not really hung out together, as I mentioned, but we really hit it off. We raced each other a few times, and mainly just screwed around. We watched some other swimmers, checked out people. I wasn’t sure, but for some reason I had a real feeling about Scott. While he acted straight around the guys on team, something about him was sending my gaydar up to the red zone.

Despite my absolute hour limit, we decided to hit the hot tub after. It was empty, and it looked so appealing.

“Wow, that was fun” Scott said. “We didn’t do much of a workout, but it was great to just have fun in a pool for a change.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I am glad you asked me to come.”

Scott smiled back. “Now I know why coach never lets us use this thing, we’d never get any swimming done. This is amazing.”

A couple of young ladies came over from the pool and got in. I noticed that they kept checking us out as we swam. I probably gave them a bad look as they interrupted some one on one time Scott and I were having. It is not often I get a hot tub with a cute guy.

“Hey guys,” one of them said. “You must be on the swim team,”

“Love your swim trunks” the other said. I wasn’t sure if she was being sincere or sarcastic, but I was kind of offended at the term trunks.

“Sure beats dorky long shorts” I said back.

I really don’t remember what we talked about, but watching Scott, he was really quiet and shy around them. I guess they figured out we were not interested when we did not say much and did not try to ask them out. I am sure that Zach would have enjoyed their visit far more than me, I chuckled inside at the missed opportunity. “Poor guy needs a girl so bad” I thought, “and when opportunity knocks he’s off studying or something.” They left after several minutes.

“I’m not really good around girls,” Scott said after they left. “I mean I really think I like them and all, but…. He trailed off and shrugged his shoulders.

“Yeah,” I said back. “I’m really not into the whole girl think right now, either.” I said back. Scott’s eyes sort of lit up and he smiled.

“I was sure a hot guy like you would have tons of girls all over him” Zach said.

“Same for you,” I replied, “but I’d rather be swimming or hanging out at the beach with a bunch of the guys from the team.” I was as close as ever to saying the whole truth, but I had not yet come to that point in my mind. It was close, though.

At some point our feet touched, totally by accident. What was cool was neither of us did anything to slide them back apart. We sat there in silence and just looked at each other. We probably had some idle chatter, but I think we were both caught up in the situation.

“Hey, question?” Scott asked, breaking the trance. Then he hesitated, “no, forget it, it’s stupid.”

“Go ahead,” I encouraged him. “You can’t set up a question then not ask it.”

“Alright, promise you won’t laugh,” Scott swallowed. A pause. “I now this sounds dumb, but when you go to the beach, what do you wear?”

I smiled back. “That’s not stupid at all.” I said, “I usually wear one of my swim team suits, like a practice suit or something. Or, I have a few suits that I think look really hot and I keep those just for the beach or lake, but always like the one’s we have on now,”

“Really,,” Scott responded with a huge smile. “That is so cool. I’ve always worn shorts, but have always wanted to wear a Speedo” he said. He then explained that all of his friends wore board shorts so he went along with it. “But, deep down I hated how they felt and looked.”

“Zach will wear one, so will Cody if he comes with us, some of the other guys will wear boardies, but seriously it will be cool” I assured Scott. “Plus with all the work you do, you need to show off that body.”

I could tell Scott was really excited about it. He carried on about what suit he could wear and how awesome it was going to be. For sure, there was a story here, and I could not wait to figure it out. He was making me kind of excited, definitely interested, and very intrigued.

The jets went off with the ding of the timer. We had been in through two rounds, so it was time to get out. As Scott stood up, he adjusted himself, but it was very clear that he was more than just excited. His suit clung to him and he was very much aroused. He looked really hot.

“Hate when this happens,” he said, as he tried to cover his front with his hands. I was not sure if he meant the clingy suit or what happened to him. We grabbed our gear and headed toward the door for the walk back to our locker room.

I could not wait for the beach trip. Neither could Scott.

To be continued.... where will we wind to next????

[Swimmboy]

Another great chapter - can't wait 'til the swimboys hit the beach!

[NJHunkguy]

[He had on this really tight fitting shirt and a pair of soccer shorts.]

[He was wearing really slim fitting jeans, the kind that kind of hug the important stuff, no belt, and well worn polo shirt.]

I bit confused here of what Scott was wearing at the time :o

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

As pointed out in the post above by NJH, I had an extraneous line show up. I have removed it (cut and paste error between two different stories). This is the accurate version....

I was trying to catch up on some reading when I heard a soft knock at the door. I was alone, Zach had a lab session, and I really needed to get through three chapters of economics, so I thought about just ignoring the knock. Anyone Zach or I knew would have just barged in, except that I had the door locked, sitting in just a well worn team suit from last year as I tried to grasp some theory I have long since forgotten. My enjoyment of wearing my swimsuits to hang out had already taken hold by this point, but only Zach really knew about it. The soft knock again. I threw on a pair of Nylon running shorts, the kind that had almost no inseam and open split leg seams and reached for the door.

“Hey,” said Scott, the freshman swimmer, “I was gonna go do an hour or so at the pool, want to come?”

“Oh man, I rally got this reading to catch up on,” I said back. The whole thing caught me by surprise, other than swim team, Scott and I had not really ever hung out together. I hated to turn him down.

“I was really hoping you would come,” he said with his infectious smile. “Maybe next time…" he added, kind of looking rejected.

“Oh man,” I kind of whined. “Alright, but just an hour, I really got to finish this before we go to the beach tomorrow.”

Scott smiled as if he had just landed his first date. “Cool, deal” he said. Scott was not as tall as me, but, like me he also had blonde hair. Some said we could pass as brothers. He was wearing really slim fitting jeans, the kind that kind of hug the important stuff, no belt, and well worn polo shirt. He looked adorable.

I quickly changed shorts, put on a clean shirt and grabbed my gear. We headed out the door.

“I’m really psyched to go to the beach tomorrow” Scott said as we headed to the pool.

“Yeah, me too,” I replied, watching how his jeans fit him so well as he walked.

We didn’t say much else, Scott was kind of a quiet guy. It was a nice day, and we looked at all the students playing Frisbee and other games in the open grassy areas of campus.

“I hope you don’t mind that I just dropped in on you,” Scott finally broke the silence. “I hate swimming alone and I really like the way you swim. I watch you in practice all the time”

“Not at all,” I answered. “I am always looking for reasons not to read textbooks.”

We got to the locker room. We were the only ones there, not a big surprise. We were in the team locker room. Scott opened his locker and grabbed out his suit. He pulled off his shirt and hung it in the locker, revealing his chest and abs. He wasn’t as muscular as some of the swimmers, probably because he was a first year, but he still looked built. He yanked his socks off and then stripped his tight jeans, fighting them as they hugged his legs.

“Wow, that is some really hot underwear,” I just blurted out as I saw him reveal a pair of tight red square cut undies, the kind with a pouch in front that really shows off. No wonder his jeans looked so great on him. I blushed as soon as I realized what I said.

“Thanks,” he said turning to face me, modeling it somewhat. “I just got these and I love them.” I about went hard right there watching him. “You don’t think they are too out there?” he asked.

“Not at all dude.” I answered.

We both slipped on our suits and grabbed out stuff. I had put on a red and black Tyr suit, Scott had on a green swirl print Speedo that looked amazing on him, of course I love the bright colors. He fit it awesome.

“How do we get to the pool from here, Scott asked, referring to the student pool, since we could not use the team pool. He had his gear bag in his hand, standing there in just his Speedo and flip flops.

“Oh, yeah, that’s the tough part. We got to walk down the hall, its about 200 feet, no direct access from here.”

“Like this,” he said pointing at his suit, which was fitting him like a glove.

I pulled open the door, and said “Yup, show-time” smirking. Unlike in the early morning, there were more people around and two guys in swim briefs got some looks. A few girls smiled at us. I have to admit, I found it kind of fun to be wearing my little suit, slightly out of context. Scott seemed a bit more shy about it.

Our workout ended up being more fun than real hard swimming. We had not really hung out together, as I mentioned, but we really hit it off. We raced each other a few times, and mainly just screwed around. We watched some other swimmers, checked out people. I wasn’t sure, but for some reason I had a real feeling about Scott. While he acted straight around the guys on team, something about him was sending my gaydar up to the red zone.

Despite my absolute hour limit, we decided to hit the hot tub after. It was empty, and it looked so appealing.

“Wow, that was fun” Scott said. “We didn’t do much of a workout, but it was great to just have fun in a pool for a change.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I am glad you asked me to come.”

Scott smiled back. “Now I know why coach never lets us use this thing, we’d never get any swimming done. This is amazing.”

A couple of young ladies came over from the pool and got in. I noticed that they kept checking us out as we swam. I probably gave them a bad look as they interrupted some one on one time Scott and I were having. It is not often I get a hot tub with a cute guy.

“Hey guys,” one of them said. “You must be on the swim team,”

“Love your swim trunks” the other said. I wasn’t sure if she was being sincere or sarcastic, but I was kind of offended at the term trunks.

“Sure beats dorky long shorts” I said back.

I really don’t remember what we talked about, but watching Scott, he was really quiet and shy around them. I guess they figured out we were not interested when we did not say much and did not try to ask them out. I am sure that Zach would have enjoyed their visit far more than me, I chuckled inside at the missed opportunity. “Poor guy needs a girl so bad” I thought, “and when opportunity knocks he’s off studying or something.” They left after several minutes.

“I’m not really good around girls,” Scott said after they left. “I mean I really think I like them and all, but…. He trailed off and shrugged his shoulders.

“Yeah,” I said back. “I’m really not into the whole girl think right now, either.” I said back. Scott’s eyes sort of lit up and he smiled.

“I was sure a hot guy like you would have tons of girls all over him” Zach said.

“Same for you,” I replied, “but I’d rather be swimming or hanging out at the beach with a bunch of the guys from the team.” I was as close as ever to saying the whole truth, but I had not yet come to that point in my mind. It was close, though.

At some point our feet touched, totally by accident. What was cool was neither of us did anything to slide them back apart. We sat there in silence and just looked at each other. We probably had some idle chatter, but I think we were both caught up in the situation.

“Hey, question?” Scott asked, breaking the trance. Then he hesitated, “no, forget it, it’s stupid.”

“Go ahead,” I encouraged him. “You can’t set up a question then not ask it.”

“Alright, promise you won’t laugh,” Scott swallowed. A pause. “I now this sounds dumb, but when you go to the beach, what do you wear?”

I smiled back. “That’s not stupid at all.” I said, “I usually wear one of my swim team suits, like a practice suit or something. Or, I have a few suits that I think look really hot and I keep those just for the beach or lake, but always like the one’s we have on now,”

“Really,,” Scott responded with a huge smile. “That is so cool. I’ve always worn shorts, but have always wanted to wear a Speedo” he said. He then explained that all of his friends wore board shorts so he went along with it. “But, deep down I hated how they felt and looked.”

“Zach will wear one, so will Cody if he comes with us, some of the other guys will wear boardies, but seriously it will be cool” I assured Scott. “Plus with all the work you do, you need to show off that body.”

I could tell Scott was really excited about it. He carried on about what suit he could wear and how awesome it was going to be. For sure, there was a story here, and I could not wait to figure it out. He was making me kind of excited, definitely interested, and very intrigued.

The jets went off with the ding of the timer. We had been in through two rounds, so it was time to get out. As Scott stood up, he adjusted himself, but it was very clear that he was more than just excited. His suit clung to him and he was very much aroused. He looked really hot.

“Hate when this happens,” he said, as he tried to cover his front with his hands. I was not sure if he meant the clingy suit or what happened to him. We grabbed our gear and headed toward the door for the walk back to our locker room.

I could not wait for the beach trip. Neither could Scott.

To be continued.... where will we wind to next????

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

To NJH:

In all, I have posted over 100 printed pages of story across all my volumes and chapters. I believe, other than an occasional typo, you have raised the first error I have ever had show up. In the scheme it's not all that significant. Having said that, I really don't get the purple face.... I really don't think the error was all that big a deal, and if you read the rest of the story, it is clear what Scott really had on. The error came from a cut and paste on a future chapter (foreshadowing...lol) that I must have accidently pasted in the wrong place, which is why it also screwed up the syntax of the sentence (you should know i am a far better grammatical writer than that sentence).

It is funny, my novels (the ones that I make a living with) get proofed by a team of editors, proofers, and focus readers and they have let bigger f-ups slip through. Of course, those are not about swim suits, much more main-stream. It is tough to read your own work. I must have read that line six times and never even saw my own screw up. I read the line as I had intended to write it. I even had to hunt for the "error" after your post.

Btw, you're welcome that I worked really hard on this chapter (and it was really a pretty good one, imho). Oh yeah, I don't think you even made mention of appreciation. :mad:

[NJHunkguy]

Thank you! Nice! :)

I was thinking of having the board members to vote, what would they like Scott to wear? :D

[Byron]

:) LOL - in view of Torchwatch's warnings on skinny tight jeans it had better be the shirt and shorts !

[Byron]

Re. OTT post#18 might NJH give a simple explanation that he mistakenly inserted :o instead of :confused: without intended offence ?

[NJHunkguy]

Re. OTT post#18 might NJH give a simple explanation that he mistakenly inserted :o instead of :confused: without intended offence ?
I use the icons according to their facial expression, not what they were called.
:o Is friendly, calm, smile and its OK...
:confused: Is asking for a fight....

[Byron]

... if that is so I am afraid you will upset an awful lot of people with those personal misinterpretations of emoticons - and how on earth confusion can be "spoiling for a fight" I do not know.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Writers Note: The first person who correctly identifies the right placement of the incorrectly pasted line that showed up in Part 4 (earlier post) wins a purple face icon...lol"

Zach slept like a baby. He fell asleep while we were studying and talking, mostly talking. He was laying on his stomach reading his Chemistry book, wearing nothing but this really cute pair of forest green boxer briefs. I wasn’t really a boxer brief guy, or even boxers for that matter, but if Zach was wearing them, well they just looked cute. I was telling him about Scott between reading and when I looked over he was face down in his book and he sound asleep. It was late and I knew he did not have any tests the next day, so I quietly got up and went over to his side of the room. I gently slid the book out from under his face and laid his head on the pillow. I grabbed his sheet, which he had bunched up at the end of the bed and pulled it up over his shoulders and gave him a gentle kiss on the back of his head. He mumbled something incoherent. I shut off his reading light and slipped back to my bed and crawled in.

It was an awesome workout. Joe and I were the only ones in the pool. In fact, when I got there, the whole pool was empty. “It’s always like this on Friday” Pete the lifeguard said. “Guess people are gearing up for weekend drinking.”

“You’d think that would make them get here, get a good swim in before the beer.”

Pete wasn’t in his tower seat since no one was there. Even he was dressed more relaxed, not in his red guard shorts and T-shirt. He had on this really tight fitting shirt and a pair of soccer shorts. Pete really was a muscular guy.

“What’s with the outfit?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah, my guard stuff was dirty. Wasn’t suppose to work today, but Mark called me late and he has a big exam today.”

“You should have worn a Speedo” I said smirking, a bit joking, but mostly serious.

“Got that on under, always do” Joe said. And with that he pulled down the side of his short to reveal a solid red suit.

“That would look more guard-like, at least it’s red” a big grin as I said it. I'd love to have seen what he looked like in just his red briefs.

Pete got up in the tower seat, “Need to be here to spot you floating on the bottom,” he jabbed back at me.

“Might need to,” I said. “I am going for a straight hour swim, today. Maybe more."

I dove in, kind of a off the block start, despite the rule saying you can’t dive. I had on a real bright black and gold print Speedo. I really love bright color suits. “This one is going with me to the beach” I thought as I put it on. It also felt so awesome on. Sometimes you get a suit that just feels incredible when you are wearing it like a well fit pair of jeans. This one was one of those suits. I thought it looked hot on me and I felt hot wearing it.

“You were in your zone” Joe said to me as I leaned on the wall. I had just finished 80 minutes of straight swimming. I lost count of laps somewhere around 70, but figured it had to have been well over 100. I had never swam non stop that long before. I was kind of worried about it before I started, but it was really cool. I just locked in a pace and went. After a while I just had time to think. I thought about Scott for quite a bit of the swim, about Zach, about my Economics paper, everything.

“That was awesome,” I said to Joe. “Never done that, now I know why you like it.” Looking back, it was on this morning that I began my transition from short event swimming to wanting to do open water.

“No, I do it because I am old” Joe said.

Friday’s were great. I didn’t have classes on Friday this semester. It was hard to work my schedule that way, but it was worth it. I never missed classes for swim meet travel, which was almost always on Friday, and if we were not traveling I had three day weekends. With no class, Joe and I hung out in the pool right to the end. Well, I should say the hot tub.

“You must have lots of swimsuits?’ Joe half asked and half stated. “You’ve worn a different one every day.” Joe had on the same blue and gold Tyr he wore every day.

I blushed. “Yeah, I have this thing about suits, I guess.”

“How many?”

“Oh I don’t really know, quite a few, some of them are at home” I avoided a direct answer. I think I was up to about 30 at this point. I had at least 15 between my dorm room and swim locker. “I wear them a lot, between swimming and stuff”

“Well, if I was as young and handsome as you, I’d wear them all the time, too.” he smiled. “You must have to chase off the girls.”

“Not really,” I said back. “I’m not much into girls right now, with swimming and all.”

Joe didn’t bat an eye. Our conversation meandered all over the spectrum of topics, from swimming to classes to growing up. Talking to Joe felt like talking to my dad, with whom I had a great relationship (despite the times he pushed me to date some girls). Joe was a diver in college, which I found fascinating. I admire the diver guys, as I have mentioned before. Joe confided that he lived alone “in an assisted retirement place.” He had never married, but he said he lived with a long time friend for over thirty years, “but he was gone now.” Swimming was his highlight.

“I look forward to tomorrow all day after I leave here,” Joe said. “I come watch most of your team’s meets, especially the divers…… and now I will cheer you”

I was sitting up on the side of the spa, my feet in the water. Joe made me blush with his cheer comment. His eyes kept fixed on me. Not a creepy fix, more a sincere fix. Like a grandfather watching his grandson fishing. I felt sad for Joe. Despite his enthusiasm for swimming, I guessed he was really lonely. I smiled back at him.

“Hey guys, sorry to bust your bubble, but I get the pool ready for the swimming class.” Pete said. We were again the only ones there. As Pete went about his stuff, Joe and I climbed out, grabbed our goggles off the bench and headed into the locker room….

To be continued....

[NJHunkguy]

Thank you !

[rob_speedos]

Loving you work! This is just a little note of my appreciation. It's getting me horny like a great piece of erotic writing should... :p Love to read more.

[a speedo minded guy]

Wow, another great story. I sure wish I knew how u did it. You are a wonderful writer.

[MicroRon]

Hey... as one of those 'much older' guys.. I'm pretty sure that Joe is going to prove to be an interesting character... or is my 'gaydar' broken?

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The locker room was empty, except for us. Joe had a locker about 15 feet from where mine was. I had intentionally not used the team locker room. At first we did not say much, as we opened out lockers and pulled out our stuff. I was standing there, still in my suit when Joe broke the silence.

“So, how many suits do you think you own?” Joe asked.

“I don’t really know,” I said back, “maybe thirty between home and here.”

“Wow, that’s quite a few suits,” Joe replied, smiling. “I know you swim a lot.”

“Yeah, I kind of see ones I like and I have to buy them. Kind of like someone who likes lots of shoes” I said. “I really like prints, bright colors.”

“Ah, so you like to stand out,” Joe said back, chuckling. “Of course as handsome as you are, you stand out already,”

I kind of blushed. “So, what about you, I asked. Do you own more than one suit?”

“Well, yeah” Joes said. “I’ve got four, but two of them are at a condo we, well I guess I mean I now, own at the beach.”

We ended up talking for quite a while. Joe wanted to know what my favorite suit was and I told him about this really cool orange, red and black Aztec patterned Speedo that I really loved (in fact, I still have it). I told him I never wear it in the pool, only fresh water or to sun. “I hope it never wears out.”

“Wow, sounds really nice,” Joe said. “Would love to see you in it.” he said. “I think handsome guys look great in suits like these” he added, pointing at our suits. All the talk of suits and modeling them was kind of arousing me. I could feel myself getting bigger, not bad, but as I looked down at myself I could see that I was filling out my suit more.

We each went off to take showers. The showers were in rows on both sides. Joe waited to see which way I went and then graciously went to the other side. Other than his comment about checking me out in my favorite suit, Joe made sure that we had no awkward moments. I was back at my locker later than Joe, I took some extra time in the shower for obvious reasons given my aroused state. I didn’t do anything, but just needed more time to get things back in control. Joe already had on a pair of pants but no shirt yet.

I grabbed an older, slightly worn out practice suit from my bag and slipped it on. Over than I pulled on some jeans that fit me kind of tight. Button fly 501’s that hugged my anatomy and threw on a polo short. By the time I was dressed, Joe was almost al packed up. I quickly threw my stuff in my bag and was ready to go. I had this great idea in my head to get to know Joe more.

“Great workout” Joe said. “Thanks for talking to an old man.” he smiled.

“Hey,” I said back, feeling kind of awkward, “you want to go grab some breakfast? I don’t have class today, it would be fun”

Joe beamed back a huge smile. “If you didn’t mind I would kind of like that.”

“Not at all,” I said. “We can go to the food court, it’s a short walk” We headed out the door. The food court was at the Student Center not far from the athletic complex. We headed out, walking side by side.

Joe had not been in a university student center since he was in college and was amazed at all the food choices. “It’s like a mall food court” he said as he took it all in. “and you know what else, you’re the hottest guy in here,” he smiled. “Best looking guy in jeans, for sure.”

“Stop it,” I quipped back. “Let’s get some food.”

Over breakfast, we spent an hour just talking, about almost everything. I told Joe about our weekend trip to the beach and how excited I was. He said he was jealous. We talked about swimming and diving. Joe shared some really great dive stories from when he was a diver. He told about being the first team in Speedos.

“We were the first team to get the new brief cut suits” he shared. “Everyone was freaked out at how small they were, and they were not as small as they are today. Some of the guys said they were not going to wear them.” He paused to drink some coffee. “I thought they felt so great on, and I really liked how they looked and fit. Sure they showed more off, but they were great for diving.”

“What color were they?” I asked.

“Only solid blue, dark.” he answered. “They didn’t have the same stretch as the suits you have now, and they were a little bit looser, not as hugging. The girls sure liked to see the guys in them. Even some of the guys liked to see each other in them.”

“I think it is the same for us,” I replied, referring to the girls and guys. All this suit talk was making my jeans tight, at least up front.

“So, what are you wearing at the beach?” Joe asked. “I know how much you love your swimsuits.”

I told Joe about the four suits I was taking with me, in great detail. How they looked, even how they fit. He listened intently to every detail. The more I talked to more excited I got about the trip. We were leaving at lunch, not too long away.

“Sounds like it will be fun,” Joe said. “Do the other guys wear shorts or suits?” Joe asked.

“Well, my best friend Zach will wear a suit, for sure” I answered. “Some of the guys will wear shorts” I then explained each guy to him, probably in more detail than he wanted. Joe was just so easy to talk to.

“Are you and Zach an item?” Joe asked.

“Oh no,” I replied quickly. “We are long time friends, closer than brothers, but Zach is very straight.”

“Got it,” Joe replied. With that, Joe had figured me out. I was sure.

It had warmed up considerably outside. Perfect day to head to the water. “Have fun this weekend,” Joe said. “Maybe one day you can come down to my condo at the beach, I rarely get there since I’ve been alone.” With that Joe gave me a tight hug, the kind where our whole bodies touched. “Thanks for a great morning.”

From there, my beach day was about to begin. I headed back to my dorm to get some studying in and to get ready.

To be continued...

[Swimmboy]

Nice! Good way to work in the 'older guy' and show the two of them getting to know each other better. And now, with Ryan's comment about Zach being 'straight', has he let the older guy Joe know that maybe he himself is not 'straight'? Hmmm, where will this go.....Maybe Ryan will take Joe up on the beach condo offer? Already looking forward to the next chapter!

[MicroRon]

Hmmm....

Nice! Good way to work in the 'older guy' and show the two of them getting to know each other better. And now, with Ryan's comment about Zach being 'straight', has he let the older guy Joe know that maybe he himself is not 'straight'? Hmmm, where will this go.....Maybe Ryan will take Joe up on the beach condo offer? Already looking forward to the next chapter!

Looks like I could learn a thing or two from Joe... I'll keep checking back for more of this intriguing story... Maybe one of those brighter - tighter suits of mine could come out of retirement!

"The Less You Wear ~ ~ ~ The More Important The Lift !!~~!!

[a speedo minded guy]

Looking good STS, keep up the good work.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Two small cars, eight guys, bags, beer and all the unhealthy snack food we could find finally got on the road for the beach at about 1:30 pm. Zach, Cody, Scott and I road in Cody’s car. The rest of the gang road in the other car. James and Toby from the team were in the other car, along with two guys from the wrestling team, Stuart and Chuck. Alan, the guy from modeling, was going to meet us at the beach on Saturday after his cross country meet, which was going on down there. He was going to bring a friend, as well. We hit the local burger place on the way out, eight guys dressed in everything from tight jeans and T shorts to boardies and tanks, to Zach in Nylon running shorts and a raggedy running shirt. I also had on some shorter cut running shorts, the kind that had unstitched side seams and a Swim team T-shirt. Scott was in a pair of board shorts and had on a university logo T shirt.

Two stops later, we arrived at the beach in about two hours and piled out of the car at the hotel. It was still off-season so we had a hotel right on the water. The guy at the front desk gave us a bit of a hassle because we were all college aged guys, threatening not to let us have room because none of us were over 25 (we were 19 to 22). He finally relented and we got our two rooms, side by side adjoining on the 8th floor. Outdoor heated pool open all year, indoor lap pool, hot tubs, basketball court. We thought we were so cool. Each room was $100 night, which was a big price for a bunch of college guys, but it was much cheaper split four ways. We roomed exactly as we drove down.

We still had a few hours of light left when we got there and the beach and pool were screaming out to us.

“Dude’s I am hitting the beach” Zach proclaimed as he began shedding his clothes to reveal a red and black Tyr suit underneath. All of us quickly followed his lead, shedding our shorts and jeans and replacing them with our suits. We quickly established ourselves as the “Speedo gang“, all four of us in brief cut suits. From the other room, only James wore a brief suit, the rest in boardies or shorts, although Chuck wore some really tight and very short trunks that looked pretty darn hot.

Scott looked amazing in a blue and green print Speedo that matched his eyes. He fit the suit scrumptiously. I had on an orange print Speedo that was one of my favorites and got worn only on special occasions. Cody wore a solid black racer with his strings hanging out, which looked daring. James had on a Black and white Nike suit, the kind that had a seam up the back. I loved the way it made him look.

Within about 5 minutes we were all beer in hand heading down the elevator to the beach. The elevator stopped at the fourth floor and the door opened to let on a middle aged lady. At first she hesitated, because the car was pretty full with all of us, but we made room. She stepped inside. As she took us all in she smiled and said “oh my, such cute guys all of you are.” She certainly checked us out with her eyes. We all laughed as we made our way down to the “beach/pool” level.

In our first ten minutes or so there, we already had broke two rules. Eight guys with beer around a pool that had a “no alcohol around the pool” rule, and we totally ignored the “swimwear must be covered” sign in the elevator. Luckily no one seemed to care.

Zach, Scott and I went out to check out the beach and water. Cody and the rest of the guys were already in the pool. “This is wicked,” Cody announced to anyone listening as he came up from a single lap in the pool. Other than the lady on the elevator and her husband, we had the whole pool to ourselves.

I knew that Scott had never worn a brief cut suit for anything other than swim team. I was impressed that he didn’t seem to be at all concerned. We got out to the water and Zach looked over at the two of us. “Okay, here is the dare,” Zach announced to us, “we all start running from up there (pointing at the crest of the beach” and see who can go the farthest into the water.”

“Can we feel how cold it is first?” Scott asked.

“No, you know it’s cold”

We all set our beers down in the sand and walked back up.

“This is gonna suck” Scott said. We all laughed. With that we turned around and took off.

“Gotta get your head wet” Zach yelled as we hit the water.

“Which one?” I asked.

“The one you think with?’

“So which one is that?” I replied laughing.

“Holy f..k is this water cold” Scott screamed as it hit his mid section.

We all got about mid chest and then dove head first into the next big wave.

“I can’t feel my nuts,” Zach said with a smirk.

We quickly scrambled back out of the water. Our wet suits clinging to us. Looking at each others suits certainly revealed how cold that water was. Our bulges looked like they had gone flat. With no towels, the cold water made the temp outside feel much colder than the 75 degrees it was. We grabbed our beer quickly.

“I’m hitting that hot tub” I stated as a fact. “Hopefully the warm water will help find my nuts.”

The hot tub felt awesome and quickly took the chill off. Scott sat beside me with Zach across. Cody joined us, as did Stu, who I rally did not know well. I sank down so the water was up to my neck. I rubbed my hands up my legs and felt my bulge, happy to feel that I was coming back to normal. For some reason, the cold water and hot water, or something, was making me feel really horny. I looked over at Scott and smiled. He smiled back.

“This is much better” Scott said, as he laid his head back against the wall.

I felt Scott’s knee touch mine. I did not move away, not sure if it was just the close quarters or something else. Scott glanced at me. Zach and Stu were carrying on about needing more beer and who was going to give in to go get some. I slid my hand against Scott’s upper leg, touching it. Scott’s hand joined mine under the churning water. We were clearly making a connection far beyond just two hands bumping in a crowded hot tub.

“All right, I give up,” Stu said. “Who is ready for another?” as he stood up to get out.

“Just bring a bunch down,” Zach suggested as Stu climbed out, his baggy boardies clinging to him tighter than sized down Speedo.

“Anyone want to go back in the ocean?” Zach said with a smart ass smirk.

“Right behind you” I replied, with no intention of really doing so.

“Man, I think I finally am warmed back up” Zach replied.

“I think I am going to jump in the pool,” Zach said as he stood up and climbed out of the hot tub, leaving the hot tub to Scott and I. “You know, this is how they cook lobsters” he added with a laugh.

Scott was silent. He and I glanced at each other and smiled. He slid his hand from mine and then placed it on my upper leg. “Love the suit you have on” he said. “You always have the most amazing suits.” He slid his hand up my leg.

“You look pretty hot in yours,” I replied. He was driving me wild in my already horny state. I had quickly gone full hard. I gently took his hand in mine and laid both our hands together on his upper leg. Just as I did that the timer went off and the bubbles stopped.

“Oh man, what timing” Scott said.

Despite the fact that I was rock hard, I got up and went to turn the timer back on. It was on a post about ten feet away, which meant getting out of the tub. It was just the eight guys around the pool area, the couple had packed up and left. As I got out my suit clung to me, outlining my situation, but I was only out for a couple of seconds.

“Wow, you really have warmed back up,” Scott whispered to me as I sat back down, a bit closer to him. “Me, too” he added. We sat silently watching the guys wrestle each other in the pool, letting our hands explore each other under the water. We were very effectively driving each other wild.

To be continued.... Will Joe come back into the picture????

[solarguy]

Great chapter!! Lots of testosterone flying around. It should be a fun night! Thanks

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, from the way all of your stories go, you must haVe one great time from high school thru college. Wish I had been that lucky. And sounds like you had one hell of a fun time all thoughout.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Joe spent the rest of Friday in one of the best moods he had been in for a long time. He absolutely enjoyed breakfast more than Ryan could know. It lifted his loneliness and made him feel young to be out with such a young guy eating breakfast on a college campus. Joe and Frank always wanted kids, but the options that were available today just were not there in Joe’s younger days. Joe knew he was developing quite an affection for Ryan, not in a sexual way, rather in the way he imagined a parent had with a child. For sure, he thought Ryan was really handsome and he debated whether he looked more handsome in his swimsuits showing off his body or in the really tight jeans he wore to breakfast, which let the imagination run as to what he looked like underneath.

“He reminds me so much of how I was at his age” Joe thought as he walked back to his car. “He sure likes Zach and is frustrated he is straight.” Joe had certainly figured Ryan out from his comments about Zach.

“I wonder if he really would feel okay about coming to the beach” Joe’s thought wandered. He started to imagine the two of them at the beach. Coffee and breakfast on the balcony. Swimming laps in the beachside pool. Walks on the beach talking about life. Joe was tempted to just drive straight to the condo right then, but he didn’t really know which beach Ryan and the guys had gone to and he thought it would be weird if he just showed up and he did not want to screw up the budding friendship. For Joe, the mere fact that he had the urge to go back to the condo was significant. Since Frank was gone, he had not had any real desire to spend time there.

On his way home Frank stopped by a small swimming shop located near the university. He picked out a couple new suits, both Speedo brands. He was not sure why he wanted to buy them, but he did. One of the ones he picked was a real nice red print suit, a little daring for Joe and he held it up several times. “Ryan would love this,” he thought so guessing at Ryan’s size he picked out a 28 waist and added it to his selections, just in case. “It would be so fun to have the same suits.” Joe smiled to himself and pictured Ryan as he gave it to him. Ryan sure seemed like he would appreciate it.

Back at home, Joe dug through his closet and found his box of diving medals and photos. He sat there for a couple hours looking at each of the medals and at himself in the old photos. “A much younger day” he thought. It was one of the best days Joe had in a long time. He capped it off by trying on his new suits. He felt young in them, and enjoyed the way they fit and felt. Joe really loved the tight feel of brand new suits.

“Can’t wait to wear this one next week” Joe though as he looked at the purple and blue print. He decided to keep the red one for if Ryan did come to the beach.

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The guys got all decked out in shorts and nice shirts and headed out the door to grab dinner. After they planned to find a place to check out the girl scene. “Maybe get laid” one of them commented. Scott and Ryan played the part. Zach gave Ryan a smile as the rest of the guys ventured into usual guy talk about how to impress a lady. Everyone an expert, but all would come home single with their right hand their best friend for the night.

After dinner, Scott and I bowed out of the pick up girls event, opting instead to head back to the hotel for a dip in the pool. At first Zach was going to do the same, but I think he figured something was up between Scott and I so he decided to hang with the rest of the gang. I knew Zach probably was more into the whole pool and beach thing. It was an unusually warm night for early Spring. The temp felt like it was still in the low 70’s and there was no real wind to make it feel colder. On the way back, I asked Scott if he liked wine and based on his reply we swung by a liquor store on the way back and I grabbed a couple bottles of wine, one red and one chilled white.

Scott went in the bathroom to change, while I changed right in out room. He emerged in just his suit, a black and purple vertical striped Speedo, while I had on a T-shirt over mine, the yellow print I had worn at swimming that morning with Joe. He looked wicked hot standing there facing me. It seemed odd, I had seen Scott at swim team all the time in just his suits, but maybe it was the light or the mood, somehow tonight he looked far amazing. He stood there for a second as I looked at him.

“Hey lets get some wine” I said to Scott.

“Cool,” he replied. “Maybe we can sit on the balcony for a while since we got the place to ourselves.”

I poured us each a glass of wine and joined him on the balcony. He was standing at the railing. I came up behind him and slid my arm around him and handed him his wine. “I just figured it was a white wine night,” I said.

“Hey, take off your shirt,” Scott said back as he grabbed my shirt and pulled it up over my chest. “I want to see your abs.” I about boned myself right there. “What a cool suit,” he said as he saw my suit emerge from under the shirt, his hands resting on my abs, the cold wine glass touching me as he held it in his hand. I pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it on the chair.

Scott reached for my glass and handed it to me. We both sat in the two lounge chairs on the balcony. The beach was quiet and we listened to the waves, two Speedo clad guys unsure of where the night would take them.

“This is so romantic,” Scott said. “Way better than trying to pick up girls.” he added. I think that comment made me confused, but I let it pass.

“Yes it is,” I said back. “Plus I am not much of a girl seeking guy” I added.

“Me neither” Scott said back as he grabbed my hand. “But I’d sure pick you up.” he added.

“You too,” I replied. We both smiled at each other.

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We were the only two on the beach as we ventured north away from the hotel, carrying refreshed glasses of wine in plastic cups. Very elegant. The wine and the atmosphere had rekindled my aroused feelings from earlier in the day, and I was sure they had done the same in Scott. We both had slipped on our T-shirts, as the temperature seemed to be slightly cooler. I am not sure how far we had walked when Scott reached over and took my hand. We were past the hotels and into a more private area of the beach. A few houses had lights on, but most were dark. We could occasionally hear voices emanating in the air from people on their decks. The moon was not full, but it was bright enough to light the beach and glow on the ocean. It seemed to be low tide.

“Hey, look at the ship” Scott broke the silence, pointing. “That is so cool.” Heading out to sea we could see the lit outline of what must have been a cruise ship heading out from the port.

“Wonder where they are going” I said as we stopped and watched.

“I have never been on a ship,” Scott said. “I bet that would be really cool.”

“Me neither” I replied.

Scott slid up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled in close to me and I could feel his body against mine. He gently rubbed against me.

“This is so awesome” Scott whispered in my ear. “I am so glad you suggested we come back here and have some time to ourselves”

“I love the ocean” I said back. “Mysterious, exciting”

We set our cups down on the beach , allowing us the freedom of both hands. I turned Scott to me and we embraced. It was a tight hold, face to face, chest to chest and… well… you know. It was incredibly erotic and arousing. We held that for a long time, weaving and rubbing against each other. We both were making ourselves wildly excited, but we remained peacefully embraced despite the urges inside us…

To be continued….

[Swimmboy]

OK, let me catch my breath - this is getting so intimate and exciting....

[a speedo minded guy]

I love how the 2 stories are coming together. Please keep going.

[MicroRon]

The story has great cross generational appeal.... "Thank you" from an older guy... proabably a bit North of Joe's age.

Ron
!!~~!!

:D

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The pool was quiet when Joe arrived on Saturday. He swam his usual work out, but it seemed like something was missing. “What the heck,?” Joe thought, “I’ve swam for years alone and it never bothered me.” By the end of his swim, there were a few others in the pool, a couple of “regulars” who Joe waved at or said hello. As Joe got out of the pool he stood at stared at the diving pool, which was really a wing to the lap pool. As always, it was empty. Occasionally, someone would use it for water running, but not often. An urge hit Joe, one he had not felt before.

With the guards blessing, Joe walked over to the diving section. He stood on the side and did something he had not done in a good twenty years. Joe dove in. Not from a board, just from the side, but head first, as straight down as he could. His youthful urge to dive made him smile. That he did it, made him beam. When he got out of the pool, the lifeguard gave him a thumbs up. Joe smiled and did it again.

After a half dozen of those poolside dives, a now somewhat nervous Joe climbed up to the lowest of the boards, the 3 meter board. “A little over 9 feet to the water” Joe thought. He made the mistake of walking to the end of the board and looking down. As a kid, the coaches never let him do that. Three meters looks a lot farther than it really is. “Damn,’ Joe thought. He almost got down off the board, but just as he got ready to do that a spurt of courage took over. He checked the drawstrings on his suit, stretched his arms, shook off his nervousness.

It all came back to him. He solidly approached the end of the board, his bounce was perfect and he went up and forward over the water. His body turned 180 degrees to put his arms and head toward the water and he gracefully made a straight arrow-like dive,arms out front and together. A ripple of a splash. If a judge watched it, it had to be a ten. His new blue and purple print suit disappeared into the water. Joe knew he rocked it, both the dive and the suit. He made his underwater check to make sure everything was still where it should be, a flashback to his younger days when those old Nylon suits sometimes would just slide right off as you hit that water, despite being tied.

“What a great dive” the guard yelled as Joe got out. The guard was standing up on the ladder of her stand holding both hands up with five fingers showing in each, symbolically the ten rating. Joesmiledback and gave a return thumbs up. Joe was done for the day as he walked back to the locker room.

“Maybe more tomorrow” he said to the guard as he passed. They both smiled. A new spring in Joe’s step.

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The three other guys in our room were still asleep when I woke up. Fromthe silence through the adjoining door the other dudes were asleep aswell. The sun was just breaking over the water. I quietly slid out of bed, trying not to wake Zach, who was in the same bed. Some straight guys would think it was weird to sleep in the same bed with another guy, but on our away swim meets it was always four to a hotel room, so the swimmers were used to it. I stood there for a second wearing just the suit I had slept in. Zach looked to be asleep. The room was cooled off from the night air coming through the open balcony screen. I grabbed a new suit and shirt out of my bag and changed quietly. I then grabbed my goggles. I quietly went out the door and headed down to the pool.

The pool was not a full lap pool, but it was at least long enough to get in some kind of a workout. I dropped my shirt on a chair, put my bottle of water at the edge and jumped in. As I swam, I watched the sun slowly fill the sky with color. I felt the after effects of the wine and beer from yesterday as I made sluggish laps back and forth.

I though about Scott last night on the beach. The long embrace, the feel of Scott getting more aroused against me. Us laying down on the sand as we drove each other wild exploring our tangled bodies. Scott whispers in my ear as he climbed closer and closer to losing control. The feel of his tightly fitting suit against my hand. Reliving it was making me hard and horny even as I swam. I don’t think either of us expected what happened, but we sure did enjoy it. I smiled internally at the thought. I swam for an hour. It was awesome to have the pool alone. As I finished I stood at the edge and watched the waves crash onto the beach under the now full sun. It was much warmer now. I was positioned in front of a jet hitting me in exactly the right spot and I was enjoying the sensation and the peacefulness of the empty beach and the open ocean. Maybe I was enjoying more than the ocean, the jet sure felt good.

I wondered about Joe, whether he went swimming this morning. As I laid my head into my hands and watched the surf, I smiled as I recollected how much fun we had at breakfast. Joe was such a nice guy, and I really liked talking to him. I felt bad that he was left swimming alone, never thinking in my youthful exuberance that he had swam alone for years, and probably was just as happy that some young punk was not interrupting him. I watched the surf, now very much enjoying the gentle massage the pool was giving me.

The clang of the gate ripped my attention away from the beach. I looked up as Zach came through the gate with two big cups of coffee. “I knew I’d find you here, Speedo boy” he said. “Thought you might like some coffee.”

“Thanks,” I replied. “You were sound asleep when I left.”

“Not really, I was actually awake, watched you get dressed and leave. Thought about coming along but the bed seemed way warmer.”

“All the other guys asleep?”

“Yeah. I think Scott might be awake, though. I saw some movement when I was leaving.

I was still in front of the jet and still enjoying the impact it was having on me. Zach had on a sweatshirt and a pair of board shorts. He pulled a chair over toward the pool and sat down.

“So, what did Scott and you do?” Zach asked.

“Oh, not much. We just walked on the beach, had some wine, and then hung out here until you guys showed up.”

“So, I know why you took off on the whole pick up girl thing, but what’s the story with Scott?” Zach asked.

“Well, let me just say I don’t think it is his thing either.”

Zach smiled. “Cool,” he said. He watched as the water was bubbling up in front of me. “Dude, you rocking a jet right now?” He smirked.

“Yeah, kind of” I replied blushing.

“Your such a horn dog.” Zach replied.

Zach didn’t wear a suit under his boardies. Said he did not think he was getting in the water, but I convinced him to do the hot tub. “I hate wearing shorts in the water” he said as he climbed in.

“Should always come prepared,” I quipped at him.

Scott joined us a few minutes later. He was wearing a solid red Speedo, which looked really hot on him. He got in the hot tub with us and we all lined up facing the beach. Coffee in one hand, he put his other under the water as we all watched the waves.

“Good morning guys” he said, as he gently rubbed his hand against my leg. “How was the girl scene?” he asked Zach.

“Oh, we all got laid twice” Zach replied with a smirk.

“Yeah, in your wettest dream” Scott replied.

Scott had slid his hand right up onto the part of me that was previously enjoying the water jet in the pool. As he and Zach discussed the events of the night, Scott gently rubbed over my suit, obviously well aware of what he was doing to me. As much as I was really into what he was doing, I really didn’t want to get to where I could not stop myself. I let Scott continue for a little longer than I took his hand in mine and diverted his action. I was so turned on, it would not have taken much more to finish the job, in fact I was really thinking I was going to anyway.

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[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The day turned out to be better than the forecast. It was almost 80 by lunch. All of us were out on the beach. I had on a really awesome Arena suit that was black with three really cool wide red, medium blue and green stripes that ran across the front. I loved that suit and it really fit me well. Scott was still in his red suit, and Zach had on a black and gold Speedo. Thomas wore a solid burgundy team practice suit. We ended up in a game of volleyball, four on four. About 2 someone decided it was beer time and ran back up to the room. They brought out a small trash can filled with beer and ice.

Well into the fourth or fifth round, Alan and a friend of his arrived. They had a cross country meet that morning. Alan was wearing his really cute short running shorts and a T-shirt. His buddy had on Nylon warm up pants and a T-shirt, as well.

“Hey guys,” Alan called out. “This is Jeff, he’s on my team.”

We all made out intros as Alan yanked off his shorts to reveal the same tiny black suit he had worn at modeling. He looked awesome. Not as muscular as Zach or Scott, but he was lean like a runner. His buddy Jeff slid of his pants and tossed them over to the side, revealing a really wild Hawaiian floral print Tyr suit. I had one just like it at home. Pretty daring looking suit.

“Yeah, he’s into cool swimsuits, too” Alan said to me, noticing me checking Jeff out.

“Want a beer?” Zach offered the two of them.

“Oh cool,’ Alan replied. “By the way we brought some, it’s in the car.”

“Can’t ever have too much” Zach replied.

Our four on four games quickly became five on five with the swimmers against the runners and wrestlers. Out of the ten guys, six of us had on brief suits. It was so awesome. As the beer flowed we got louder and wilder. After a while, we all ended up spread out laying on towels soaking in the sun. Not a cloud in the sky or a care in the world, other than whether we had enough cold beers.

As we laid there, Scott’s eyes met mine. He looked hot as heck in that red Speedo. He also was clearly defined from the blossoming boner he had going on. We were almost side by side.

“I’m f..king horned” he whispered to me.

“Me too” I whispered back. Of course, I had been primed and loaded since the pool jet and hot tub.

“Lets grab some alone time again tonight,” Scott whispered. “Maybe we can get some more wine, too”

We both laid back out heads and enjoyed the sensation of a fantastic day, letting our hands come to a soft touch against each other. I smiled as I soaked it all in.

To be continued…

[a speedo minded guy]

Wow STS, chapter after chapter, this story gets better. And one other thing, how is it in a hot tub and the blowers are on your package, do you not cum in your suit? I would have lost it at least once....My suit would have been really full

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Hey SpMG, I really appreciate that you take the time to tell me what you think with each chapter. Your posts make me smile. Thanks for the encouragement.

[solarguy]

As always, thanks for another great chapter!!

[sebbie]

yes, thank you!

Sebbie

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Zach, Alan, Scott, and I all decided it was time to try the water out. For me, it really was time. No one said anything, but I my suit was promoting a mountain bulge hiding a raging erection I was fighting to keep control of. Scott looked to be in the same situation. The four of us ventured out into the cold surf. The water felt great, despite its chill. Looking down the beach, which was busy, but not crowded, we were the only ones in the water, other than a few folks walking ankle deep. I really needed the cold water to come up past my suit. As soon as I could, I dove in head first through a wave. Scott was right behind me. I swam out about ten strokes, deep enough now to be up to my upper chest. I stood upright, Scott joining me. Scott was a few inches under my 6’3” height, so the water ate most of his chest up. I took advantage of the depth to pull down my suit and let the water rush over my exposed body. It was exactly what I needed.

Scott is skittish of the ocean, so he hated how deep we were. He jumped back into a swim and headed in. I followed him and caught a wave in, which was awesome. We both rejoined Zach and Alan. By the looks of Scott and I, the water had more than just cooled us down. We all walked back out to the edge of the surf, the warm sun feeling great.

“Want to check out the rest of the beach?” Alan asked all of us.

“Sure” Scott answered, the rest of us agreeing. We started to head down toward a fishing pier in the southern distance. Just as we started Alan turned to run back to the towels. “Wait a sec….” he called out.

He came back with a $20 bill, which he stuffed in the waist band of his tiny black suit. “Just in case…”

“What, you trying to get tips?” Zach asked. “Planning to give lap dances on the way?’ We all laughed at Alan’s expense, but he seemed to find it humorous.

We had walked a good 30 minutes along the beach before deciding to venture up to the boardwalk, four guys in brief style swimsuits. We got some looks from several young ladies and one of the groups asked us to stop for a picture, which we really took advantage of. Up on the boardwalk, a couple shops were open, which we ventured in to. I love that at the beach, a swimsuit is perfectly fine for wearing in and out of the shops along the boardwalk. Scott and I took note of a really cool swimwear shop that had a great selection of men’s stuff.

“We gotta come back here” Scott said, eyeing a couple really sweet suits.

“For sure” I replied. They had some stuff that was quite a bit more revealing than our suits. I was not sure if I was really ready for that, but it would be worth checking out.

We opted to walk on the boardwalk for the trip back. Alan’s money turned out to be smart because four hungry guys can’t pass up a French fries place. As I think back at it now, we must have looked pretty funny as four really fit guys in really tiny swimsuits walked along pigging on big cups of greasy fries. It was a near perfect combination.

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Way more beer than we should have drank, most of the guys were sprawled out on loungers by the pool, talking trash about whatever came to mind. To be sure, sex, boners and girls ere part of the discussion. Everyone was still in their swimsuits or shorts. Scott and I decided to make a mad dash back down to the swimwear store we saw, so I ran up to the room to grab some cash and get both of us a shirt. I stuffed the folded money in my suit and headed back down. We headed down the boardwalk in just our suits, shirts in hand.

“I knew you’d be back” said the really outgoing store attendant, who we learned was also the owner. “You guys look amazingly hot,” he added. My gaydar, which was really in its infancy at that age, told me he was surely gay.

“Yeah, we wanted to come back and spend some more time,” said Scott.

“I understand, get away from the straight guys. I’m Rob, by the way” he came over and gently shook our hands. “My partner and I own this place, and a couple more locations.”

“Sweet” I said. “You got some cool stuff,” as I was holding up a really hot suit that looked like it would barely hold everything in. I was getting all turned on just looking at it. So was Scott. I could tell.

“You guys both sure got the bodies for that” Rob said, gesturing to the suit in my hand. “You should try it on, the fitting room is right back there.

Scott and I each picked out two suits, and went to try them on. There was only one fitting room. Scott stood back to et me go first.

“You can both go in together if you want.” Rob said.

At first we kind of hesitated, but the room seemed large enough, and we were both on the same swim team and used the same locker room. I tried on one of the suits I had picked out. I don’t recall the brand, but the sides were about as narrow as I had ever seen, maybe half an inch. The front formed a pouch that really showed off the front and I figured would look hot as heck. I wasn’t sure when exactly I would wear mine, but I was just in the mood to try something wild. Maybe it was because I was so ready for, well, you know what.

As I got the suit on, I immediately got hard, which made the front pouch push way out as I filled every part of it. The material felt a thinner than my swim team suits. The suit was a white with green accenting.

“Freaking hey” Scott said as he watched me. “I love that suit.” He took his hands and out them on my waist and tuned me around. He rubbed the butt, which made me even more aroused. “You gotta buy that.”

I quickly slipped it off. I would love to have worn it longer, but I was so close that I didn’t want to mess the suit up, even just a little. While I changed back to my shorts, Scott slipped on his suit. Scott picked out a suit that was almost as daring, but not quite as tiny. He looked amazing in it. He also had the same reaction to his as I did to mine.

“Awesome, dude” I said to him with a huge grin. “You really make that suit look amazing.”

“Okay guys, you have come out and let me see how you look” Rob said.

While Scott stood there, I quickly slipped back on the suit I had tried on before, and was quickly just as aroused as I was the first time. We both stepped out.

Rob smiled boldly. “I wish every guy who came in here looked as great as you two,” Rob said. He had us turn around and to our sides. “Great profiles in those” he said. I think both of us were so turned on that if we just touched each other we’d have exploded right there.

After our modeling session, we changed back into our shorts. Rob showed us some other suits “to think about.” We finally settled on what we had picked out and paid Rob. For both of us, we had crossed to a new level, both with our swimsuits and with each other. Both of us walked out of the store so erotically charged we could hardly contain ourselves. We had a very playful walk back to the hotel with lots of touching and nudging. At one point, Scott was pulling out our new suits from the bad and holding them up for us to admire, which led to some sensual comments between us. It was a good indication of things to come.

To be continued....

[Swimmboy]

Dang STS - you know how to keep us interested - hot guys, skimpy swimsuits, boners 'popping up' at will......keep writing!

[solarguy]

Woo Hoo!!! Love the shopping session! Thanks for another great chapter

[rob_speedos]

Loving this story! You serioulsy have me right on the edge, ready to blow man. Loving it. Literally keep checking for the next episode... Great work and thanks! Keep it coming! Did I say it? I meant me. Cheers

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Warning, this chapter has some more graphic content


Joe was all charged up. He had not been this excited about swimming in a good 20 years, well maybe not swimming…diving. He had long ago thought he would never dive again, “just too old” he thought. With a spring in his step and a proud grin on his face, Joe headed to dinner at the “Village House”, a clubhouse where local residents in his retirement community had the option to go for dinner. The meals were included in the monthly fees, but any wine or drinks were cash. Joe loved his glasses of Chardonnay, so when he arrived he connected with some neighbors at the bar. In a way, the Village House was an older folks meat market, at least Joe thought it that, where the single ladies whose husbands were gone sought partnership and, maybe, a little frisky bed action. “Hell, some of the ladies whose husbands are still here go after the hot guys,” Joe thought. Joe was always a hot commodity at the House, largely because despite his own impression of himself, he was extremely fit, lean, and incredibly handsome. Plus, he looked damn hot in his tiny swimsuits at the pool, a feature not lost on the ladies. OF course, while being heavily sought, Joe was never conquered.

“I may not be interested, but it is kind of fun to flirt” Joe always thought to himself. It sure felt good to be in demand, even if the personally wrong way. All in all, Joe was fine with it. Except tonight, his mind was far more tuned to his own needs. Joe was horny for the first time in quite a while.

Back home, after a bit more wine with the neighbors than he really needed, Joe found himself all alone, but his urges had not subsided. He felt as young as ever, at least younger than he felt in years. It had not occurred to him yet, but for the first time since he was gone, Joe’s mind never ventured to Frank. He sat on his sofa and started pawing through all the swimming photos he got out earlier. He sure did look handsome in those days. His abs rivaled any guys, “even Ryan’s,” Joe thought. Truth. It was weird, but Joe really liked Ryan, and he sat looking at his photos wondering if Ryan was having fun. Hoping he was. Ryan was filling a place in Joe’s heart that had never been filled before. A part both Frank and he missed out on. Ryan was the youth Joe and Frank never got to enjoy watch grow up.

Just before bed, Joe slipped on one of his new suits and modeled for himself in front of his tall mirror. As he gazed at himself, he saw a diver stare back, bare-chested and clad in this amazing form fitting suit. “Pretty damn handsome, if I say so” Joe thought. He did a few poses. He felt a feeling come over him as he modeled his suits in front of that mirror. The energy that was rushing through his body was beyond anything he had felt for quite some time. Joe felt young, in more ways than just looking at a very fit guy in the mirror. With that feeling overpowering him, Joe laid down on his bed, still in the suit, and enjoyed every feeling and all the build up that came next. It was a phenomenal night.

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Scott and I got back to the hotel to find the guys all by the pool. They were carrying on like a bunch of college guys would, creating an ocean of wave sin the pool as they tried to outdo each other’s jumps in. Alan had changed into a really hot red print suit, a Tyr, I think. Who was wearing what never slipped past me. Jeff was still in his floral print suit, which really stood out. We quickly went up and changed and joined them. We both opted not to wear our newest selections. I slipped on a really cool green swirl print Nike suit, the kind with the back seam. I loved the way the back seam made the suit fit.

“Jeez man, how many suits did you bring?” Scott asked. “You wear a new one each time we go out”

“Oh, six or eight (I was lying, I had 12).”

“Let me see what you have” Scott requested, reaching toward my bag.

I reached in and grabbed several pairs, a couple I had already worn and some not. “Looks like more than six or eight” Scott said as he grabbed a really awesome Blue and Red print Nike. “You sure like prints and colors” he added as he held up the suit. “This one is cool.”

“Want to wear it?” I asked. I think we are the same size. You must be 28 or 30 waist.

“Sweet” Scott said with excitement as he pulled off his shorts. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely” I replied. “Just don’t mess it up” I smirked.

Scott looked awesome in that suit and he really filed it out. I could tell he was still really charged up. So was I. We both grabbed our towels and the wine and headed back down to the pool.

“Maybe if we get alone, we can try our new suits on again” I said as we got to the elevator.

“Can’t wait,” Scott replied with a smile. In the elevator we hugged, which only made both of us more aroused. Probably not our smartest move, but we could not resist. I felt the tension of my suit hold me back. I sure was huge and hard. We made a bee-line to the pool and jumped in. Nothing like cool water at a time like that.

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After Pizza and beer for dinner, most of the guys decided to head out to check out the Saturday night. Alan, Jeff, Scott and I opted to hang back. We used the pool and hot tub as our excuse. As the guys left, all prim in their best looking shorts and shirts, the four of us did venture out to get some more wine, there was still plenty of beer.

“Jeff and I are hoping to get a peaceful walk on the beach, just the two of us” Alan said to Scott and I, dropping a less than subtle message, and confirming what was already clear. “Hope that’s okay.”

“Cool” I replied. Scott nodded, as well. Both Scott and I were actually more than cool with it. We smiled at each other.

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It was an awesome night. A bright, maybe full, moon. Alan and Jeff were long gone and Scott and I were up in the room on the balcony. While we were effectively driving each other wild, we really wanted to enjoy the beach. We grabbed some big red plastic cups and filled them with wine, almost like one pours a beer. We were both still in the same suits from earlier. We also grabbed a big beach towel.

Well beyond the hotels, where the beach becomes far more private, we found a great spot to just sit and watch the moon glisten on the water. We had the entire beach to ourselves. It was peaceful, romantic and erotic. I laid the towel down and sat on one end of it. Scott sat next to me and then laid out with his head on my lap. In the moonlight, I could see the outline of his body, his chest, abs, suit, and legs. He looked absolutely stunning in the moonlight.

“You make that suit look phenomenal” I said to him.

He smiled back. My hand was rubbing his chest and abs as he laid there and watched the surf. It was driving me wild, and him more wild. His head was right against that part of me. It was interesting the shadow his prominent bulge threw.

“Oh man, this feels awesome” Scott whispered to me.

My hands ventured further down his body and across the suit. I slowly rubbed across his entire body, venturing back to the placed that counted. I could feel him enjoying the tantalization of me teasing him. His eyes were closed and he had this amazing expression on his face. We spent a good twenty minutes as I explored his chest, abs, legs, and mid parts, every once in a while he would sigh.

“Oh man” he said to me at one point. “You are driving me nuts.” I slid out from under him, freeing my own aroused state from under his head, and laid next to him. Our swimsuit clad bodies now fully against each other. Me on my side against him, Scott still laying flat on his back. I loved the feel as my suit front touched his upper leg. It had been a long erotic day, and we were both enjoying the intimacy.

I continued to gently massage Scott’s body, giving key points extra attention. Scott soaked it all in. Scott was rapidly going past the point of control, as much as he tried to hold back.

“Oh man,” he said several times. He was losing the battle, and it was clear by the way he was packed into the suit that he was not able to stop. He arched his back a bit. His body stiffened and he began to explode. I could feel his body pulse with each surge of release.

I was not there yet, but close. Scott slid his right hand up between my legs. I loved the feeling that comes with being just on the brink. I held as long as I could. Scott’s hand stayed there, nestled between where my legs come together, cupping me, as I finally felt the first surges take place. I rolled on my back as Scott held me, my thrusts into his hand, which was now on my front.

We laid there side by side, letting our bodies calm. The waves crashing slightly closer as the tide ventured in.

“Sorry about what I did to your suit” he whispered.

“Nothing the surf won’t wash out” I replied.

We laid there a while ,longer, looking at the stars and holding hands, occasionally sipping what we had left of the wine. As we left, we headed hand in hand into the water for a not so quick rinse in the moonlight and then back to the hotel. Alan and Jeff were in the hot tub when we got back. They smiled at us as we joined them. The rest of the guys were still looking to get laid, a challenge they would lose. Our beach trip had mere hours left.

To be continued

[a speedo minded guy]

Wow, what a great story!! I bet you were and Scott were both well beyond primed for release. I know was too. Keep up that great work.

[rob_speedos]

Still loving it, can't wait for more. Thanks for keeping going, Love your work.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Despite our late arrival home from the beach Sunday night, I woke up extra early, ready to get back to my morning swim. I dug through my drawer and pulled out an old team suit from my years back AAU team. I hadn’t worn that suit in a long time, it as purple and green, our team colors. We were called the Great White Sharks or the GW’s for short. I never really figured out why purple and green were out colors if we were suppose to be Great White Sharks. I stood in front of the mirror admiring the suit and thinking of those days. I always liked how that suit fit on me, which is probably why I kept it so long. I slipped it back off and put on a red, white and blue Tyr. I hated the thought of the chlorine eating through my last AAU suit. I grabbed my bag and my books, slipped on my warm up pants and headed out the door. Scott had stayed over and both he and Zach were sound asleep.

“Hey how was the beach” Joe asked as soon as I jumped in the pool. “You look like you had fun.”

“It was really nice” I answered. “The weather was awesome”

“I missed swimming with you” Joe offered

“Me too” I replied.

We both went about our workouts, catching each other here or there at the wall. I had already noticed Joe had on a different suit from the one he usually wore. It looked great on him. We each pushed for a solid hour plus.

“Wow, I needed that” I said to Joe as I kicked in for my last hard lap.

“Did you get in any swimming?” Joe asked

“Yeah, but it was a short pool, so it was messed up.” I answered. “Plus I probably drank way too much beer and wine.”

“Oh, a little wine is good” Joe responded, “ a lot of wine is better” he smirked.

We both did a quick warm down and then I leaped out of the water. Joe followed. “Awesome suit” I complimented him. “Is that new?”

“Yes it is” he answered with a smile. “All your suits inspired me. I went shopping Saturday. Hey, let me show you something, if you got time?” Joe asked and requested at the same time.

“Sure” I said.

Joe led me over to the dive pool. As I stood there he walked over to the 3 meter board, climbed up and did an absolutely perfect dive.

“Holy sh--, that was awesome!” I yelled to him as he surfaced.

“Really?” he asked.

“Absolutely!” I replied emphatically. It really was an amazingly smooth dive.

“I had not dived in probably more years than you’ve been alive” Joe said to me as he climbed out of the pool, his suit clinging to him. He had an incredibly fit body, especially for a guy his age. “Saturday I don’t know why, but I decided to try a dive or two”

I gave him a hug. I don’t know why or what caused me to do that, but I guess I was just so happy for him. We held each other for a second. As we separated, he wiped a tear from his eyes.

“That was amazing,” I said. “I can see why you were such a great diver in college.”

We headed into the locker room. As we changed, I told Joe about the beach trip, well most of the details.

“So, did you meet any nice young ladies?” Joe asked.

“No, some of the guys tried, but I was more interested in the beach, pool and hot tub.” I replied. “Scott and I, he’s another swimmer on the team, mostly hung out together on the beach. He’s a really nice guy, you would like him”

“Sounds like you had fun. I’m glad you are back, though.” Joe was still in his new suit, and I was still in mine. “You make me feel young,” Joe added.

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On Friday we again had breakfast together after our swim. This time Zach joined us. We ate and talked abut our swim workout. The conversation eventually meandered to the beach and the fact that the weather was really starting to get warmer. Zach mentioned that he was going home for the next weekend, something he and I had talked about. He asked me to go, but I really had to work on writing a paper so I passed.

“So, Ryan, what are you going to do that weekend?” Joe asked.

“Swim and write papers” I answered.

“You know, I was thinking maybe we could go to my place at the beach.” Joe queried as much as he stated. “I hope that you don’t think that is weird for me to ask.”

“It sounds really great,” I replied, hiding a rush of excitement, “but I really need to get some work done.”

“I understand,” Joe said. “But, if you want, I’ll make sure you have some time to work. We could leave after your classes on Thursday.” Joe had a hopeful look in his eye as he smiled at me after making his pitch. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been down there” Joe added.

“You ought to go,” Zach chimed in. “You love the beach and you can write your paper anywhere. If you won’t go home with me, at least go hang out with Joe.”

They made a pretty convincing proposition, so I finally agreed. Joe was all excited. He explained that the place had its own hot tub, which he would call ahead and get it all set up for us. I’d have my own room with a balcony right on the beach, up on the ninth floor of a high rise. Turns out it was at the same beach we went to, just more south from where we were. The pool was right next to the beach, so we could swim laps in the morning and then go walk on the sand.

“What should I bring to wear” I asked Joe.

“Well, he said, it is pretty casual. Swim suit and shorts, maybe some jeans.” Joe suggested. “I know we will have fun.”

Already in my mind I was thinking of what suits I would wear. Zach smiled at me, knowing that my mind was already racing down the swimsuit path. We all finished up our breakfast and got ready to leave. Joe shook Zach’s hand and gave me a pat on the shoulder.

“See you at the pool” Joe said to me as he headed back towards the athletic center. Zach and I headed off to class.

To be continued...

[a speedo minded guy]

Another great piece. You always leave your audience craving more.

[Swimmboy]

Cool - can't wait to see what happens with the 'older gentleman' at the beach!

[rob_speedos]

Awesome, still following here, and still keen for more!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The room was dark, just a slight trickle of light coming in from the sliding glass door. I was laying awake, hands on my chest, listening to the peaceful rush of the waves coming ashore. The sun wasn’t up at all, and I had no idea what time it really was. Felt like five am, but I was only guessing. I could have looked at my watch, but I really didn’t care. I was too much enjoying the sound and the smell of the surf. I had nothing on but the suit I had slipped into before going to bed. I had changed into it on after we got in from the hot tub, with a T-shirt over and Joe and I had watched some comedy show on TV. The suit was a somewhat stretched out old practice suit, solid burgundy. It was great for sleeping, snug but not too tight. A basic brief with three inch sides. I laid inn bed and rubbed my chest and body as I soaked it all in. I wasn’t really horny, but I was hard. Every once in a while my hand would venture there, as I massaged my chest and abs and down my front. The melodically sound of the waves in the background as I enjoyed my journey of self exploration.

We arrived at the beach early evening last night. Joe’s place was awesome. He had two bedrooms that each faced the water, with sliding glass doors to the balcony. The hot tub was out on the balcony and as Joe promised, it was all ready for us. As soon as we arrived, we both got into suits and made quick use of it. The water was crystal clear and warmed to 102. Joe slipped out and went to grab us drinks, his blue suit clinging to him. We watched the darkness slowly eat up the ocean. The sunset was behind us, but as it went down, it was really cool to watch the darkness rise.

“This is really cool” I told Joe.

“I am glad you like it” he replied. “Maybe later we can take a walk down by the water.”

“Absolutely” I replied.

We didn’t really talk much, we just enjoyed each other’s company as we witnessed the magic of nightfall happen right before our eyes.

“Lots of folks never really appreciate watching the other side of a sunset” Joe said after it was all over.

We climbed out of the hot tub and dried off. The air felt cool after being in the hot water. I was wearing a black and gold print Speedo. The steam rising off of it looked mystical. Joe was in a solid blue brief, a longer cut.

“You have the coolest swim suits” Joe said as we dried off. “I always wonder what you will wear next.”

I smiled at him. “Zach teases me about it.” I replied. “He says I have more suits than a girl has shoes.”

“Sounds like he’s right” Joe replied as he put his arm around my shoulder. “Let’s get some dinner.” he added as we turned to head in.

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I knew that while I was not really aroused, if I continued to lie there rubbing my hands all across my chest and suit, I would soon be. I was at the crossroads of whether I would get up or turn this into a more intense session with myself. I choose to get up, and climbed out of bed. I reached in my bag and grabbed the first suit I felt, playing kind of a “surprise me” game for what I would slip on. I had grabbed a red, white and blue print Tyr, one I had bought for a July 4th swimming party the year before. I really thought it was the coolest suit. I changed from my washed up maroon suit to the new one, grabbed a long sleeve T shirt I had worn the night before and ventured out onto the deck. No sign of Joe being up yet.

Out on the balcony the air was cool, but not cold. I watched as the merging sunlight was just beginning to crack the horizon. I had timed watching the sunrise perfectly. I maneuvered a lounger so I could sit and watch, went back in and grabbed a blanket and a bottle of water. I nestled myself in the lounger, and laid back to watch the reverse process of what Joe and I had experienced the night before. It wasn’t long before the sky was full of the orange and yellow of a full fledged sunrise. I spent the next hour in the peacefulness of the morning, the sun gently taking the cool out of the air. An occasional runner or walker would go by out on the shore. Way off, I could see a large ship out to sea. As the sun felt warmer, I opened the blanket and laid back, enjoying the feel of the warm sunlight on my body. Shortly thereafter, I stripped myself of the shirt.

I was laid back on the lounger somewhat daydreaming. My mind was wandering back to Scott and I at the beach, which was making me a little turned on. I heard some movement inside the condo. Joe emerged from the sliding glass door of his room. He had on cotton pajama pants and top. I felt a little awkward laying there in just my Tyr suit, my bulge popping prominently outward, like a moraine rising from the Montana landscape.

“Good morning,” Joe said. “Look at you, enjoying the sunrise. Want some coffee?”

“Awesome,” I replied. I was going to pull the blanket over me, but Joe set the cup down on the small table and sat on the edge of the lounger by my legs. He put his hand on my knee, and looked out at the surf.

“I was going to suggest we go for our swim workout, but maybe this is more fun” Joe stated, sort of as a question. “You look way to comfortable,” he added as he rubbed the top of my knee. “That’s a really cool suit you are wearing. You really do like colors.”

“Yeah, I do. And I love being at the beach because I can wear my suits all day.”

Joe laughed. “I was the same way at your age.” he said. “I still do like to wear mine, quite a bit. I hope you don’t mind me touching your knee.” Joe added.

“Not at all.” I replied. Joe never took it any further than the knee. I don’t really know if he wanted to, but I really don’t think so.

We finished our coffee and Joe said he was going to get breakfast ready. I asked if he minded if I went for a run on the beach, “just three miles or so down and back.”

“Not at all,” Joe answered. “I’ll have breakfast ready when you get back. Go south, the beach gets much more secluded that way.”

I went to my room and grabbed a running shirt and threw it on over my suit. I debated shorts and even picked them up to out on, but after looking out at the ocean and the sunshine, I threw than back in my bag. I loved running in just my swimsuits, something I had started doing in high school at the beaches back home.

“Wow, you even go running in your swim suits” Joe said as he smiled at me. “Have fun.”

I smiled back. “Thanks.”

Out at the beach I ripped the shirt off and threw it over the railing of the boardwalk. The beach was still pretty vacant, but for a few folks milling about. I think it was about 8:00 am. The temp was probably 68. Barefoot, I started south down the beach. Before long I was alone, and but for the tops of houses poking up over the dunes, it was just the surf, sand and me. I ended up running out a little longer than I had told Joe. I turned around at 20 minutes, which was probably close to three miles out. The sweat running down my chest had made the front of my suit wet, and it clung to me. I could feel the wetness against my skin. I loved that feeling of my body working hard.

As I neared my starting point I could make out a person standing near the edge of the water. As I got closer, I could see if was Joe. He snapped some shots of me running toward him. He was in white cotton shorts and a long sleeve shirt. I finished my run in 41 minutes. I was soaked in sweat.

“Wow, you looked amazing.” Joe said. “Most swimmers can’t run well, but you sure can. I watched you head out and you really took off. I love watching a guy run in a swim brief, all those muscles working and flexing. Really shows off the body in all its art form. I got some great photos of you.” Joe smiled at me.

“Let’s walk a bit” I said, sweat dripping from me. I tugged at my suit to release the cling it had on my anatomy. I wandered into the surf and let the water hit up my legs. I ventured out further and took a quick dunk. The cold water clashing with my sweaty body. It felt great. As I came out, Joe took my hand.

“Let’s go get that breakfast” Joe said. “A strapping young man needs some nutrition.”

Joe grabbed my shirt as we passed by. As we got back to the condo we met a neighbor of Joe’s, a couple heading out for a walk. Joe introduced me. It seemed a bit awkward, because Joe was not sure how to explain my tie to him, other than just say my name and that I was a swimmer from his alma-mater. We later agreed I would be his adopted grandson.

“My you are a handsome young man” the lady said. “I bet you break lot’s of young girls hearts.”

“More than you can imagine” Joe replied, winking at me.

“Hey, I’ve got a surprise for you after breakfast” Joe said as we rode the elevator up.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“If I tell you, it won’t be a surprise.” he replied as he gently slapped me on the shoulder.

I had no idea what it could be.

To be continued....

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Breakfast was incredible. We ate on the balcony, Belgian waffles, sweet potato home fries, eggs with ham, and blueberry muffins. I ate far more than one guy should. Joe laughed at me as I packed it away. I praised Joe’s cooking passionately throughout. A good old home cooked breakfast was such a big treat. We watched as a couple of young guys pulled themselves into wetsuits on the beach to go out surfing. Two of them had on board shorts that they pulled the wetsuits over. A third guy shed his shorts to reveal a black brief. Even from our distance, he was the most fit of the three, and by far the best looking. His girlfriend helped him pull the wetsuit up his legs, and I swear she also gave him a few quick feels. As the suit got closer to his mid section, I was amazed as she put her hand right on his bulge and stroked him several time. I was sure he was enjoying that.

“He’s really cute.” I announced without even hesitating.

“You think so?” Joe said.

“Oh yeah, for sure. He’s fit, tall, and really athletic.”

Joe handed me a pair of binoculars. “Get a closer look.”

They were all nice looking guys, but the closer look affirmed my position that he won the price. He was almost all the way in his wet suit, which zippered up the front. He turned sideways, back to the other guys, facing his girlfriend. She took the zipper and started to pull it up, but then she stopped and slid her hand inside the suit and gave him one more good feel, before sealing him in. I can’t be sure, but it sure seemed like he had a bigger than normal bump in that wetsuit. The other two guys were already on their way to the water. They hugged and he grabbed his board and headed out behind them.

“I think that cool water will do him good” Joe said. We smiled at each other. “Not sure she wanted him to go surfing, looks like she had other plans.”

Joe and I had a great conversation after that about guys. We talked about what makes a guy hot looking, and the pros and cons of beach shorts versus brief cut suits. We both agreed that hot guys always look better in real swim suits.

“Hey, about that surprise,” Joe changed gears. He stood up and went back inside. He emerged and tossed me a bag from the swim shop back at school. “I hope you don’t think this is weird of me to do…. But I know how much you like new swimsuits.” I smiled back at him as I reached inside the bag and pulled out this really hot red and black Speedo brand suit.

“Wow, I love this suit.” I said excitedly. “I saw it at the shop and wanted to get it.” I added.

“The clerk knows you and she helped me with the size. Hope it is right..” It was a 28 waist. I wear between 28 and 30, the larger more for hanging out than practice. I like the extra room.

“It’s perfect.” I said. I stood up and hugged Joe. “Thank you, but you didn’t need to.”

“I got the same one for me. Go try it on and let me see how it looks.”

I couldn’t wait. “Only if you do the same.” I said back.

I quickly swapped out suits, adjusted myself, looked in the mirror admiring how awesome it fit and then re-emerged on the balcony. Joe came out shortly after me.

“Wow, Joe, that suit looks great on you.” I said. “I love those colors on you.”

“So, do you like it?” he asked.

“I love it,” I replied. Joe had me model for him, all sides. I don’t know why, but as I was modeling for him I got one of those immediate boners, the kind where you go from normal to rock hard in an instant, more of a youthful thing, but without warning I was a stiff as a 2x4. It happened as I was facing Joe. I almost popped out the top of the suit.

“Sorry, this is embarrassing” I said when it happened. I popped so hard so fast I could not hide it.

“Not at all, makes you look even more masculine” Joe said as I put my hands down there and pushed myself to one side. “Enjoy that sensation, it won’t happen forever. Just the excitement of a new suit.”

“Let me go rinse off in the shower,” I said.

“Or we can jump in the hot tub” Joe suggested. We took that option. As I climbed in, Joe grabbed us some bottled water. Joe reassured me that he had the same thing happen many time to him when he was younger. We held hands under the water and planned out the day. A couple hours on the beach, maybe a swim session, lunch and some shopping. “And you can sit up here and work on your paper while I go grab us some groceries for dinner.”

“Oh man, I forgot about the paper already” I replied.

“I’ll keep you on track.” Joe said. “Plus it will be fun to watch you sit in your new Speedo and write your paper.”

“I am not taking this suit off all day.” I replied.

To be continued.....

[solarguy]

I'm loving the realism and flow of this story!

[Swimmboy]

Great continuation - just the right amount of early interaction between the college athlete and his older friend - though perhaps there is more to come? Please keep the chapters coming! Thanks!

[LongIsland Tom]

You have an extraordinary gift for writing. Admittedly, we on this site have a special interest in the subject matter but, aside from that, you are able to bring the reader in close and hold their attention.
You also have a gift for developing a story line that constantly draws the reader back for more. It’s rare for a writer to possess such a high level of both those abilities.
I have no idea of your age or current profession, but you should definitely consider writing as a career.
Thank you for sharing both your time and gifts with us. LIT

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

... to say Happy Holidays all. Off traveling for the Holiday week... I'll get back to the next chapter as soon as I can... maybe on the long plane flight...maybe not. Meanwhile, much needed sun, fun and swimsuits. Thanks to all of you who have posted kind encouragement.

Special note to LIT: I have PT job as a "ghost writer" for a far more famous novelist. My skill is good, not enough to get me published. One day.....

[sebbie]

And best wishes for the season to you as well....

All the best

Sebbie

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

We had a really great workout in the lap pool, which was a full 25 yards long (yeah, a bit shorter than the university pool). It was actually two lanes connected to the recreational pool. We didn’t do our usual workout, instead a shorter version, allowing us to get out to the beach sooner. The day was evolving to be real nice, unseasonably warm and a full sun. I lifted myself out of the pool and stood there watching Joe, letting the sun soak in and warm me up from the cool water. The water drained from my suit, leaving it cling closely to my anatomy.

“Ready for the beach?’ Joe asked, more as a statement than question. He slid backwards onto the pool deck and then stood up. He looked at me and smiled.

“Can’t wait” I said back. I tugged my suit from its cling.

Joe grabbed his shorts and T-shirt, but did not put them on. I wore only my awesome new suit down to the pool, the gift from Joe. Joe grabbed me by the waist and slid me around toward the beach. “Lead the way” he said as he slid his hands off. We grabbed two loungers and set ourselves up just above the tide line. The three guys we saw earlier getting ready to surf were straight out in front, well into the surf. A few other folks had set up on the beach, but it really was still quite empty.

We laid out our towels and slid the chairs close together. I threw myself down on my back into the chair, the sun hitting my whole body. I slipped the strings out from under the suit so they were still tied, but hung over the front. I fidgeted with them a bit. Joe’s eyes fixed on my strings. “Cute,” he said, “gives you that relaxed, casual look and draws the eyes to the right place”

“I really like the look of the strings out” I said, “but I keep them tucked for swimming.”

“That explains why at meets I always see you pull them out after your events, then tuck them in again before the next”

“Wow, you really notice that?” I asked back. “It also feels a bit more carefree”

“Hey, I pay close attention to you at your meets” Joe replied with a smile. “Who wouldn’t?”

Joe really knew how to make me start to feel sexually charged with his talk of attention. I was enjoying the sensation. I spread my legs a bit and checked myself out as I laid back in the lounger. It was an indication of how my day was going to be; excited, aroused, and bulging out in just my red print suit. I laid my hand on the inner part of my upper leg, feeling it against myself.

“You should lay out” I said to Joe, who was still standing up.

“Be right back,” Joe said. “We probably need a few things.” With that, he slipped on his shorts and he headed back toward the condo.

I laid back and closed my eyes for a few minutes, then watched the three surfers ride the waves in. They looked like black silhouettes in their full wetsuits against the blue backdrop. I never had tried surfing, but it sure seemed like they were having fun. “Maybe one day…” I thought. I closed my eyes again and could feel myself start to drift into sleepiness. I had one arm on my side and the other still on my upper leg. My mind started thinking about Scott.

The sound of Joe setting something up brought me back to life. “I grabbed us some drinks and snacks” Joe whispered. “Sorry to wake you, looks like you were having a nice dream.” Joe set a small table ahead of us and had a small cooler. “I got water, Gatorade, and a couple of beers, just in case” he announced. He also had a whole bag of various snacks, cookies, and chips. “All the stuff an athlete shouldn’t eat” he said.

“You’re awesome” I replied. I thought it was really nice of Joe to go do that. I watched as he shed the shorts, revealing the same suit I had on. I thought that was really cute, too. “Now, you need to relax.”
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We laid back on the loungers and watched the surfer guys as they did their thing. I have to admit they looked like they were having lots of fun. One of them caught a good ride, and he looked impressive as he rode it way in. He stood tall on the board, bent knees. His smile was engaging. His excitment reached deep into anyone watching and made them feel the same ride. I was on that board with him in my mind.

“Damn, he’s pretty good” Joe said.

“Yes, he is” I replied. "Cute, too."

“That suit sure clings to him” Joe added. "And yes, cute."

I smiled at Joe. “They do fit pretty tight,” I said in reply. We both watched as his tightly fitted body laid on the board and paddled back out, his legs flexing back and forth. He had some real power. We watched a while longer in silence.

We both eventually laid back and closed our eyes. My hand met Joe’s as I reached between the chairs. After a few touches, we took and held each other’s hand. I looked glancingly at the two of us in matching swimsuits and smiled. Joe was far more fit than even most guys my age, and I thought how much of an inspiration he was to me to be as fit as him when I caught up to his age. Joe had an astounding nice body, and his suit fit him well, displaying a nice prominent mound of masculinity. I was sure he had no idea how great he really looked. Joe clasped my hand a little tighter. His grip made me feel warm inside. We both took in the moment, the sun and warmth feeling great on our bodies.
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“How about a walk” Joe whispered to me as my eyes opened. I clearly had fallen asleep and must have had quite the dream, because I was rock hard. I looked down at my bulge which was as large as Mt Katahdin (the biggest in Maine, where I grew up). Joe never said a word about my state, but from what he did say, he surely noticed.

“You must have had a fun dream” Joe said after he mentioned the walk.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I said. “Maybe a quick dip in the water then a walk sounds great”

“I know a great burger stand on the boardwalk. We can grab some lunch, if it is open this early in the season.”

I nodded as I trotted out to the water. I ran til the waves hit the mid section of my body. A few hits of cool water and all was back to normal, except for that feeling of arousal that seemed to be brewing in my as the day went on.

“Bet that felt good” Joe said as he met me. He was up to his ankles in the surf. “Let’s show this beach what two hot guys look like” he added as he grabbed my hand.

We headed toward the main part of town as we ventured into a deep conversation about growing up and finding yourself. On that walk our relationship started to take on a far deeper meaning. The fact that we were in matching suits was moving beyond just a cute thing.

“Oh cool, it’s open" Joe said with dramatic excitment, breaking into our deeper talk.

I looked up at what he eyed and saw this tiny burger and fries stand, the kind where you walk up to a window and order. Joe wrapped his hand around my waist and turned me toward the boardwalk.

“Prepare to be amazed” he said. “Best burgers I ever had.”

And so it was the very best burger I had ever had. I am not sure if it was the food, the company, or the continuation of our deeper talk that made it so. I know to this day that burger was and will always be the best burger we both ever had. In that simple walk and lunch, our relationship found its real meaning. Or, maybe, we found it.

Is this the end? Should there be more... hmmmm

[a speedo minded guy]

Another great chapter in this wonderful story. Please don't stop. I'd love to read more.

[Swimmboy]

Yes, please continue. Does the virile young athlete allow the 'old' guy to touch him the way we know Joe wants to touch the college stud? Does Ryan go back to school and tell Zach what happened? How does Zach react? Looking forward to the next installment!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The sun felt awesome as we both laid out in the loungers, letting our bodies absorb the amazing burger we had eaten for lunch. I lowered the back of my chair straight out so I was laying almost totally flat on my back, with a rolled up towel under my head as a pillow. I adjusted my strings so they laid over the top of my suit. Joe remained with his chair back propped up, sitting bent at the waist.

“You look comfortable,” Joe said.

“This is great,” I replied.

The three surfing guys were out in the water still. They probably had taken a break while we were swimming, but from our perspective it seemed like they had been in the water the whole time. I propped my head a bit to watch them, but the warm sun was certainly making my eyelids very heavy.

After a while, the three surfers headed in, boards under their arms once they got through the shallow surf. On shore, they laid their boards down and each of them unzipped their wetsuits, pulling them down to their waists, so they hung like rubber sacks around their knees. The two guys in board shorts slid their wetsuits off the rest of the way, while the third guy, the one who had on the black swim brief, kept his on. I didn’t realize why at first, but then recalled that his girlfriend had taken his shorts from him when she left. None of them had towels, so they sat on some of the chairs left for condo residents, drying in the warm sun. They were about 20 feet from where Joe and I had camped out.
Finally, I guess the whole hanging wetsuit got too uncomfortable. The third guy finally shed his the rest of the way, revealing himself in his black brief. I could see it had a Tyr logo on it.

“I wonder where she is with my shorts,” he said to his friends, standing looking back towards the boardwalk. He was tall ad lean and really looked nice in that little black suit.

“Probably hiding with a camera, taking shots of you right now” one of the guys said back. I smiled to myself on that comment.

As the guys sat and laid on the loungers, sharing stories about the day, the girlfriend arrived. The guy in the black brief got up and gave her a big hug, she rubbed his butt and they kissed for several seconds. She patted his butt as the separated. I wondered how he could do that and not get hard, but he didn’t.

“Had fun?” she asked

“Oh man, it was a great day” one of the dudes replied.

“Water was cold, but the sun felt great” another replied. I was laying back, eyes closed, listening to them. My eyes would scantily open once in a while to see what they were doing. I had reached out and connected hands with Joe as we both laid out in the sun. He was still half sitting, I was laid all the way back.

“Where are my shorts?” the brief guy asked his girlfriend.

“Oh S..t,” the girl answered, “I never even thought about them.”

“Wow” said the guy, a perplexed look on his face. “I’m not walking back like this,” he added pointing at his own tiny suit. Frankly, he looked stellar in it.

“Guess you are” said one of the other dudes. It was clear the Tyr clad dude was feeling very self conscious. However, he was damn cute. Wavy blonde hair, a really strong, clean chest, no real abs but a nice body, and he had a package to die for attached to he some really awesome legs. He looked like a model and he seemed like a real sweet guy, too. I was certainly interested. Too interested.

The two guys in shorts took off, heading back to their respective condos. That left the really cute hot dude in his Try black brief with his girlfriend. She had on white cotton shorts and a yellow tight fitting T.
They both stood there for a while, she was holding both his hands and facing him. After a few minutes, she walked him over to the loungers and they both sat down. She playfully pushed him back, so he was laying out in the lounger closest to me. She pulled the other one right against his and laid on her side, facing him.

Joe’s hand toughened a bit on mine. “He’s a pretty nice looking guy,” Joe whispered to me. “Not often do you see straight guys in briefs”

“Well, except for Zach and Cody,” I replied with a smile.

“Maybe next time they can come down, too” Joe said back, opening up both a return trip and a bigger group.

“That would be cool, you would really like them.” We both smiled then our attention went back to the cute dude and his girl.

I laid back and closed my eyes for a second. The sun and sound of the surf was really nice. Eyes closed, I listened to the young man and lady chat with each other. He was telling her about the day and had seemed to get over his whole swimsuit concerns. My attention drifted on and off them as I sort of dozed off. As my mind wandered back to them, she was looking at him and rubbing his chest, while he talked about the surfing. I was reliving the sensation of a hand rubbing my chest as I watched her massage him. Of course, in my transference of his situation, the hand was not that of a young lady. I started letting my imagination take over.

“I love you in these trunks” she said. “They really show off your cute legs and butt.” As she said this her hand was venturing closer to his waist and she had placed another hand on his upper leg and was very slowly feeling his muscles. “I think we should get you a few more trunks like these”

“Don’t make me hard” he said back to her coyly. He had his hands behind his head, giving her open reign of his body. I could feel the sensation of being rubbed on my upper leg.

“Maybe I like you hard?” she replied with a giggle. Her hand over his chest ran all the way down and she rubbed him right over the suit, sliding her fingers between his legs.

“Oh man” he replied. He fidgeted a bit as she laid her head on his chest and continued to massage his abs, upper legs and middle. He wrapped on arm around her side. By now he was really turned on, as what was inside his little black suit made a huge and prominent display. I could feel myself getting to the same state as I continued to imagine what he was feeling, making myself tingle in excitement.

She was careful not to just go at him. Instead she would run along the leg band and then slide her hand or fingers up and over his bulging suit. He wiggled one leg in an effort to hold back. He had incredible self control as she continued to tease him madly for several minutes or more.

“Oh my,” he said as she gave him a couple really good full hand strokes. I knew he had to be close. He slid his free arm and hand and tried to adjust a bit. She grabbed his hand and held it there, her hand on top of his, pressing and holding him firmly. He wiggled underneath and moaned a bit with pleasure. I am sure what as happening was driving him wild. It was doing that to me, as I could feel my own urges rise. .

“I can’t stop” I heard him tell to her. I could see his legs tighten. He moaned again. She released her hand from his, but he held held his on his mound, squeezing himself. She rubbed his chest and across him again. He arched his back a bit. “Oh, please” he said. She smiled at him. Within seconds, he had lost control and felt his anatomy begin the thrusting pushes of release. He laid back and sighed deeply as his body was exploding within the confines of that hot black suit. She rubbed his chest again, and watched.

My eyes opened as I felt the pressure of myself n my suit, my own urges pressing to the final stages. Once again, rock solid in my suit and I felt like I was about to explode. My hand was on my waist just above my suit. I was so close, I was not sure I could avoid it. I laid still trying to let my urges calm, then I rolled on my stomach. I was doing all I could to hold back, not wanting to release in my brand new suit. I looked at Joe and then I glanced over to where the guy and girl were, but the two loungers were empty.

“Where did they go?” I asked Joe.

“Oh they left shortly after you dozed off, didn’t stay long.”

I laid still, my one leg twitching a little as I held back with all my strength. Joe reached over and rubbed my shoulders.

“I just had the wildest dream” I said, amazed at how real I thought it was. I was able to hold my control, but barely.

“I know,” Joe said. “You were quite animated in it. I was having fun watching you.”

I could feel myself still rock hard as I laid on my stomach. I clearly was pretty comfortable around Joe, he now had seem my twice in this state. He slid his hand down my back and gave me a full back rub. He gently rubbed all the way down and across my butt.

“You got yourself pretty worked up.” Joe commented to me. “I knew whatever your were thinking abut was pretty hot. You were making me get turned on.”

“Oh man,” I said. Both remarking to him and to myself. I rolled back over, still aroused, but at least averting my own explosion. As I calmed down, I told Joe about my dream.

“Not only are you handsome, you have quite the imagination,” Joe said as I finished my story. We laid there for a few more seconds, Joe’s hand sitting on my abdomen, my hand touching his arm.

“Maybe before dinner we can go check out a few shops” he said to me, changing the subject. “Then just the two of us, the hot tub, and a nice dinner.”

“That sounds sweet” I said, as I got up to head to the water.

“Sorry I keep getting this way in front of you,” I added.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” Joe added. “You are young, athletic and it is kind of fun to watch.”

We enjoyed the rest of the afternoon in the sun, reading, holding hands and watching the surf. It was the beginning of a really great night.

To be continued....

[LongIsland Tom]

I hope you realize that your story is becoming verbal viagra.

[Byron]

:) Yes, watch out for cardiac arrest in this rise of literary libidos !

[Swimmboy]

Hot, hot chapter - the teasing, the foreplay - just scorching hot!

[a speedo minded guy]

STS

All I can say, is WOW. And your stories always have me looking for more. You leave your audience on the edge of....:D

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“You really should work on that paper,” Joe emphatically suggested as we got back in his condo. The sun was setting relatively early, having not quite reached the Spring equinox. We left the beach as the shadow off the building had cast long over the sand. As alluring as the hot tub on the deck looked, I knew in my head that Joe was right, although my anatomy and my heart was elsewhere. “I’ll run out to the store and get us some dinner while you write,” Joe added.

“But I don’t want to,” I whined, as I walked to my room to get my backpack of books and notes.

“I promised I’d make you stay focused,” Joe replied.

“That you did,” I countered, still in my sweet suit. I tossed my backpack by the bistro table on the balcony and reached for Joe. We embraced in a close hug.

As I put my noted and books out on the table Joe slipped away. He shortly emerged in regular shorts and a polo shirt, waved to me, closed the sliding glass door and slipped out on his shopping expedition. I wrapped my mind around my work, shutting out the rest of the world, but for a few timely rubs. As much as I hated to give up the afternoon, my swimming scholarship was as equally balanced on my academics as it was on my ability in the pool. Within due time my head was in the right place. I made great progress, only occasionally stopping to watch the surf crash onto the beach. The tide was coming back in.

I did not realize how much time had passed as the sliding gals door opened and Joe entered. He came up behind me and rubbed my shoulders. I felt his head lean over mine and his hands slide down over my chest.

“How you doing?” he asked.

“Really good” I replied referring to both my paper and me. “I got way lots done”

“Nice grammar” Joe laughed. “Hopefully you write better than you talk.”

“Not really,” I replied.

“Ready for a break, soon?” Joe asked.

“Yeah, I could use that.” I answered.

“I’ll be right back, then” Joe replied.

I wrapped up what I was writing and packed up my stuff. I stood and looked over the railing down to the pool, which was empty. As I did Joe emerged with a tray of snacks and two wine glasses filled.

“Thought you’d like a treat” he said as he set the tray down on the table. He slipped one of the glassed between two fingers and handed it to me. “Time for my awesome student to relax” he said.

“You are so nice,” I replied. “Thank you.”

As I stood against the railing, Joe stood behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist, holding his own wine glass in one hand. He pressed against me, still in the shorts he wore to the store. I felt a little naked in just my swimsuit. We both looked at the ocean as the darkening sky swallowed the horizon. The warmth of his body and the tightness of his hold made my swimsuit swell against the railing. Having had that raging feeling inside me all day, it took little to get me fully aroused.

“You feel like you could use some time in the hot tub” Joe whispered in my ear. “You’ve been working hard.”

I chuckled at the unintended message of his statement. I was, after all, not just working hard, I was hard. I slid my hand down and adjusted myself, sliding to point more to my right. My bulge now reaching almost to the side of my leg. I turned around to face Joe, who stepped back, checking me out. He smiled, but said nothing.

Joe pulled a table next to the hot tub, placing the snacks on it. He left his wine glass there as he went back in the condo. He returned with the bottle of wine in a marble chilling cylinder. It was so fancy. He refilled both our glasses. While he was gone, I splashed some hot tub water on my suit, and made a few more adjustments to the straining fit.

“Hope you don’t mind,” Joe said as he poured the wine. “Feels like a great night to enjoy the wine.”

“You need to get rid of those shorts,” I said back. “Get on your suit and show off that diver body.”

With that Joe simple shed the shorts exposing the matching suit to mine. He smiled at me as he stood there, his shirt hanging down over his entire suit making him look as if he had nothing on underneath. He then shed the shirt. I hit the jets button on the hot tub and we both climbed in. For the first time, I noticed that Joe’s suit was extremely well filled out and fitting him very snug. We took corner seats in the four person tub, on the same side, facing out over the ocean.

“This feels great,” Joe said as he handed me my wine.

“Yes, it does,” I replied. I took my free hand and slid it against Joe’s leg under the water. He did not flinch or move. Instead, he placed his free hand over mine and we laid our heads back. As we sipped our wine, our hands meandered across each others legs, sometimes venturing very far up to meet our suits. It was driving me wild.

“Good day?” Joe asked

“Absolutely,” I replied. “Perfect day.”

“Not weird hanging around with an old guy?”

“Not at all,”” I answered with sincerity. “Really!”

As we chatted Joe refilled our glasses. I was feeling the effects of the wine, as it made me feel a little looser, both in talk and actions. Joe and I slid closer to each other.

“I love dusk at the beach,” Joe quietly stated, his head back and my hand rubbing up and down his upper leg. “Really peaceful.”

I ventured further on my journey across Joe’s body, sliding over his suit and on his abdomen. He was really aroused, or at least it seemed that way.

“You’re making me feel your age,” Joe whispered to me. “Been a long time.”

Joe slid one leg over mine as he tuned to face me. He kissed my forehead and his hand slid down my body, about making me explode. It was the beginning of mutual exploration as we brought each other to the brink and then backed off, waiting, then doing it again. At one point Joe had me so close I had to sit up on the side of the tub, trying to avoid losing control in the water.

Having tantalized each other to the brink, we opted to move from the tub to the loungers, both of us stressing the fabric of our suits. We laid back, side by side. Joe’s balcony was tucked in, which made it real private if you were back from the rail. The night was warm, and it felt awesome laying tangled together in just our suits. Both of our bodies touching each other in all the right places.

“Oh my,” Joe whispered in my ear as I slid my hand down over his suit. He was amazingly aroused. As I massaged him, he moaned, pushing into my hand. “Oh my…” he said again.

Continue.....

[LongIsland Tom]

It just keeps getting better and better.

[Swimmboy]

The older gentleman and the hot young college athlete - together at last! Sweeeeeeet!

[a speedo minded guy]

I honestly don't know how you can continue to write this story and keep leaving us more and more. Write more please.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Writers note: a short chapter....

The sun wasn’t even up yet when my eyes opened the next morning. I was still wearing the swimsuit I had changed into when we both showered after our evening on the balcony. I felt like I was stuffed into it, and I was for usual morning reasons. Under the covers I slipped it off, freeing myself of it’s grip. It was a really cool Nike suit, kind of a crazy orange, red and yellow print. I slid out from the bed, and ventured over to the sliding glass door to check the ocean out. There wasn’t a soul out there, the beach was still very dark. I slipped quietly out the balcony door, totally naked, and leaned against the rail, listening to the ocean. The tide was in, eating up quite a bit of beach. I had never, at least as much as I could recall, ever stood outside this way, with not a stitch on. The morning air was crisp.

I ventured back inside, went to the kitchen, and turned on the coffee pot. “Joe must have cleaned up,” I thought as I looked around. Not an empty glass anywhere left over from the night before. His door was almost closed, just slightly ajar, but not a sound from his room. It was kind of arousing sneaking around the condo with no clothes on. I smiled to myself at the thought.

Back in my room, I could see the light just starting to peek over the edge of the world. Life was coming to the day. I pulled all of my suits out of my bag and laid them out on the bed, deciding which one to wear. Feeling a little daring, I grabbed the white one I had from modeling at the art class. I had never worn that suit outside of the class. The narrow fit and light color made me nervous. I really did, however, like the way it fit and felt on me. I slipped it on, getting a little frisky as it slid up and over my legs and felt it wrap around me. It had a short little two inch seam sewn right between the legs, which I figured out made my package look way more pronounced. I looked at myself in the mirror and decided that I was going to have the courage to wear it. With affirmation, I tied the strings and let them hang out front. I adjusted my look and stood face forward, legs spread about even with my shoulders, and checked myself out in the mirror.

“Awesome,” I though to myself. I turned off the light, opened the door to my room and slipped out to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. Joe was still nowhere to be seen, asleep in his room. Coffee in hand, I grabbed my books and went out on the deck to work on my paper and watch the sun rise.

Continue....

[LongIsland Tom]

You have no idea how many guys are reading this and wishing we were Joe.

[Swimmboy]

...or how many of us wish we were young and studly enough to be a college swimmer like Ryan....

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

It was about 8:30am when Joe emerged from the sliding glass door, two coffee cups in hand. A good two hours of work on my paper, I had made lots of progress. Joe was wearing grey shorts and a sweatshirt. He stepped toward the table and set a coffee cup in front of me.

“You must have been up early?” he asked

“Yeah, watched the sunrise and then this,” I said back. “I figured if I was out here I wouldn’t disturb you.”

“Never even heard you,” Joe said back. “Want to get in our morning swim?”

“I do, but I’d also like to do a run on the beach.” I said back as I packed my books and notes up.

“Well, I can wait on the swim, if you wan to run first. We could meet at the pool after your run.”

“Cool” I said as I slid out from my chair and stood up.

“Wow,” Joe said, “really daring suit you have on.”

I blushed a bit. “Yeah, it’s the one I got for that art class modeling. I wasn’t sure if I should wear it.”

“Oh, you should. If anyone should wear that suit, it looks perfect on your swimmer body.”

“Your too funny,” I said back. “You just want to make me excited.”

“Not sure you’d have enough room in that suit,” Joe said back with a grin. “You get pretty big when you get horny” Joe added.

Now I was really blushing. I smiled back at Joe and went in to put my books away. I grabbed my swimming stuff and brought it back out, along with a college swim team T-shirt, which I pulled over my head as I walked back out. The shirt hung down and covered most of my suit.

We agreed to meet in 45 minutes at the lap pool. I slipped on my sandals and headed out the door, wearing my T-shirt and swimsuit. The temp outside was already up in the 70’s, with a clear blue sky. The elevator doors opened and a middle age couple were inside. I stepped in and smiled.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Going to be a great day” the guy said. “Looks like your heading to the beach.”

“Yeah, a morning run and then some laps.”

“Good for you,” the lady said. “You certainly look like your in great shape, are you on the swim team?” pointing to my shirt.

“Yes, I am” I replied.

“Have fun” they both said as the door opened on the lobby floor and they exited. I rode one more down to the pool and beach level.

I dumped my stuff by the lap pool, shed my shirt and sandals, and headed to the beach to run. I normally don’t think anything of wearing swim briefs, even at home to wash the cars and stuff, but this one was so small and tiny I was a little out of place with it. Those thoughts ended as I got on the beach and began running. I ran along the surf, on the hard pack, in the water as the waves came in. Not deep, just up to my ankles. I loved the way the water splashed as I landed, spraying up at my legs. The weather was a bit warmer than I expected, as I felt sweat forming on my chest and starting a trail down to my waist. The run felt awesome, so I cheated and ran out thirty minutes, which would make me late for the swim. Two guys a little older than me were walking back towards me as I ran down the beach. They were holding hands. They really checked me out as I passed by them. We nodded at each other, but said nothing. One of them smiled at me, though as we passed.

At the turnaround, I could feel the front of my suit was wet from my sweat. I looked down ,seeing the outline of the wet part covering about half of the suit. I slipped my had in and pulled out the strings, letting them flop in the wind as I ran back up the beach. I watched the gulls flying in search of food. A few surfers were out in the waves. I slowed a bit to enjoy the aura of running on the beach. As I got closer to the condo building, the same two guys from before were now heading back down the beach. As I approached one of them held out a hand. They were both in shorts, one just regular khaki cargo shorts, the other board shorts.

“Hey,” the one guy said as I approached. I slowed down to a slow jog. “How far did you go,”

“An hour” I said back. “Not too much.”

“You look great. Love that you run in a Speedo” the one said, like most people refer to any brief suit as a Speedo. “Really hot.”

As I passed I turned to run backwards slowly as we talked. They both stopped and turned with me.

“I’m Dan and this is Patrick. We should get together. We’ll be out on the beach later today, about a half mile down”

“I’m Ryan,” I said back. “I’ll try to walk down later.”

I resumed my run. That slow jog had turned on my sweat machine, and I was now soaked. As I approached the condo, I darted deeper into the water and let it soak me all over. I dunked my head under and stood in the waves for a minute. I never gave the white suit a thought about not being good for going in water. In my youthful exuberance I just figured it was a swim suit. I emerged from the water and never even looked, but later would discover that I probably should have. Luckily, the beach was still fairly empty.

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[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Joe was well into his laps when I got to the pool. I grabbed my stuff, and the guzzled half the Gatorade I brought down. I put all my swim gear next to the pool edge and I jumped in the lap lane next to Joe. The cool water felt great. Joe swam up and stopped.

“Must have been a great run,” Joe said.

“Yeah, it was.” I said back. I told Joe about running into the two guys. “I think they wanted to pick me up,” I teased him.

“Probably,” Joe said. “They must have thought they were in a wet dream seeing a hot swimmer guy running on the beach almost naked.”

“Keep swimming,” I said back with a smirk.

We both went about our workout, stopping occasionally at the same time. Joe had on a different new suit, one of the other ones he brought. It was blue and green. I would check him out as I passed him on my laps. We swam for about an hour. Joe was at the wall when I was finishing up.

“I’m done,” he said. “Time for breakfast.”

“One more warm down lap” I said. Joe hopped out of the pool as I started my swim. I finished my lap and stood in the water against the wall, stuffing all my gear back in the mesh bag. I then hoisted myself out of the pool. As I bent to stand, it was then that I learned about white lycra in water. The white was almost sheer, and I was totally on display. I could see my entire anatomy through the suit. I froze as I realized I was totally exposed.

“Holy shxx” I said.

“I was wondering if you water tested that suit?” Joe said as he quickly threw me a towel. “White is great dry, but wet it hides nothing. Luckily, you look great, even in a sheer suit.”

“I went in the water after my run,” I said to Joe. I never even looked…. Do you think….”

“Yup,” he said. “You gave everyone a show.” I blushed beet red.

We walked to two loungers in the sun and sat down, the towel still wrapped around me. I cautiously opened the towel as I laid back in the chair to let the sun dry out my suit. At least with the excess water out of it, the sheer look was almost gone. You could still see somewhat through it, but not nearly as much.

“Despite the fact that it shows all when wet,” Joe casually looked over at me, “I really think that suit looks amazing on you.”

“Awe, thanks” I smiled back. We laid in the sun for about thirty minutes, long enough for all to get dried out. As I dried more, I totally unwrapped the towel and laid flat on my back in the chair, letting the sun saturate my whole body. It felt awesome. I was feeling a little restless, so I did some abdominal crunches as I laid there.

“Okay show off,” Joe said after I finished up a third set of crunches. “What do you say we take a walk on the beach, maybe grab some coffee along the way.” Joe stood up as he made the suggestion.

“Good idea,” I replied.

Joe slipped on a pair of dark blue running shorts over his suit. I stood there for a second not sure what to do. I had not brought down any shorts, just my swim team T-shirt.

“Maybe I should run up and get some shorts, first” I said. “I didn’t wear any down.”

“You look fine,” Joe said. “Just take your shirt along in case we stop and grab coffee.”

“I don’t know,” I said back, “You put shorts on. Are you sure this suit is okay?”

“Now that it is dry. I’d wear mine, but I don’t have your body,” Joe replied with a grin. He urged me to not worry about my suit, finally agreeing to just carry his shorts. “Plus your shirt will cover most of it if you need to.“

I finally relented, and agreed. Joe slid back off the blue shorts and we set off down the beach.

“There’s a great little bakery down here, we can swing by there and grab some coffee and they have these amazing baked good,” Joe said as we headed along the surf. “We can sit outside if they have the tables out.”

I reached over and grabbed Joe’s hand. He then took my hand shifting his shorts to his other hand and we walked quietly for a while. As we made our way toward the shops, Joe let my hand go and reached over and gently rubbed my back side. We stopped for a minute and faced the water. I took both hands and placed them on Joe’s hips. We didn’t hug, we just stood there and faced each other. It was a sweet moment.

We both smiled at each other. It was then that I realized that while Joe was holding his shorts, I had both my hands on his hips, and I was wearing just my suit. A brief moment of panic set in. I had left my shirt sitting on the table by the pool with our swimming stuff. We had come too far to simply walk back and really did not want to mess up the moment. I felt a little naked, looked down at myself encased in the tiny white suit. It was both unnerving and arousing at the same time. The sides were not much more than an inch in width and the front was really low cut, barely covering the top of me. “Oh well,” I thought, “it will be fine.” I didn’t say a word to Joe. I just let the journey continue. It was, after all, a beach and I was in a swim suit. A very tiny one, but still a swim suit.

Joe smiled at me as we turned to resume our walk.

“Let’s go grab that coffee and sweets,” Joe said pointing up toward the boardwalk. The little bakery was a small storefront facing the water. The tables were out.

As we got to the door I whispered to Joe “I don’t have my shirt.”

“I noticed that,” he said. “You go sit down at a table and I’ll get our stuff.”

Only one other table was taken. I grabbed the first table and sat down. Joe returned with coffee and two amazing cinnamon bun pastries. They were so awesome. It was the perfect decadent sweet start to another amazing day.

[shaulis]

Amazing writing in both parts of this chapter

[Swimmboy]

Another great chapter - love the idea of the buff college swimmer in his tiny white suit....

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Joe and I grabbed some fresh coffee and went in his hot tub when we got back to the condo. The sky was still crystal clear and the weather was warming up to a very unseasonably warm day. I thought about the fact that I was still in the white suit, but the tub was too tempting to worry about changing. I laid back, my feet touching Joe’s.

“You should come over to this side,” I suggested. “We can both watch the beach.”

Joe slid across and sat next to me. We took it all in as we watched the start to fill with people. It was going to be a busy day. Even the pool deck was getting full. We sat together for about 20 minutes. Every once in a while we’d rub hands against each other’s legs, but nothing more.

“Nothing like a warm, sunny day to bring out the crowd,” Joe commented. “We probably should get out there and stake our claim.”

“Yeah,” I said as I started to stand up. My suit was now clinging to me and, of course, the white was being overtaken by the flesh of my skin beneath.

“Certainly no modesty in that suit.” Joe was checking me out as I climbed over the wall. He was right, on the front side you could see everything. I tugged the material out a bit, which helped some, but it was still sheer. Joe climber out and came up beside me.

“We’ll keep that as our private time suit,” he whispered in my ear. I smiled back at him.

“Maybe I’ll just leave it here for next time.”

“I’m glad there will be a next time,” Joe replied.

We changed, me into a really awesome black and gold print Tyr suit. Joe into his blue and gold suit from the first time we met at the pool. We put together our stuff and headed out the door for the beach.

Joe and I remained friends for years after that. The white suit remained at his condo, just as I promised it would. And yes, we had many “next times” there.

The end.

[shaulis]

I liked your story's ending, it wrapped up everything with no loose ends.

Thank You for all of your stories,

Brian

[solarguy]

So sad to see this story end!! Thanks for all the hard work, it was a great read!!

[NJHunkguy]

Thank you very much STS for all the hard work ! :)

[Swimmboy]

Enjoyed this story from start to finish! Thanks for sharing it with us!