[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Sheri, I never wrote that note. I don’t know who did. I’d never do that to you in a million years. Please, you have to believe me. I love you more and more every day, even as we are apart. I can’t lose you. Please write back and tell me we are okay. Please believe me. I am going to find the guy who did this.” Chris wrote. He read and re-read it and finally hit send, the swoosh sound of his iPad doing its thing. He quickly got a confirmation back that it was delivered.

Chris scrolled thought the history of text messages. “How could someone do this. They had to know my passcode.” he thought. “That means they had to be close to me, had time to watch me.” His mind raced with suspicion, but all of it focused on one of the guys. “It has to be Alex, but why?” Chris thought. The evidence was piling up in Chris’s mind. First there was the day his swimsuits were messed up in his luggage. Then, of course, the day he caught Alex with one of his swimsuits wet. Yes, he was sure that Alex had done it. “What a jerk!” Chris said aloud.

He glanced at his iPad, the note had now been read. No reply.

“This makes no sense,” Sherie said to herself. She wanted to believe him, “but doesn’t his iPad lock up,” She thought. As much as she wanted to believe him, she was cautious and unsure. Maybe he was just having cold feet on the break up. She loved him, too, but she did not want to have another let down. She read the note a few more times and started to reply, but stopped. She laid the iPad next to her and started to cry. She needed to think about what she wanted to do. The tears streaming down her face.

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Len and Chris met early, shortly past 5 in the morning for one final workout before the long trek to Paris. Len had on a pair of Jammers and Chris had slipped into the Belgium logo swimsuit he bought yesterday. Both guys looked great. Chris’s Belgium suit wrapped around his maleness perfectly, creating quite a display of masculinity. Len almost popped right out of his jammers when he took it in, the jammers becoming tight gripping his most sensitive anatomy. They were going to start with a run on the beach for three miles, then head over to the pool to swim for 90 minutes.

“Man, you look great, but you sure do look tired,” Len said as they headed out the door.

“Yeah, it’s a long story, but I didn’t sleep well,” Chris replied.

“Want to talk about it?” Len asked.

“I don’t know, maybe,” Chris replied as he fiddled with the ends of his drawstrings on the elevator ride to the beach level. Len watched as Chris played with the cords between his fingers.

The weather was cool, but not cold, maybe mid 60’s. They were a little under-dressed, bare chests and just their swimsuits, a tiny brief in Chris’s case. Chris rubbed his arms and chest as they walked out pass the pool toward the beach. From the balcony high above, Sarah watched, the guys totally unaware of her, it was just past 5:30am. She smiled at how sexy Chris looked. The guys started at a slow jog, but the pace picked up quickly. Chris’s tightly wrapped butt bounced as he ran. The jammer legs of Len’s suit rubbed as he ran, creating the swooshing sound of lycra on lycra.

“So, what kept you awake?” Len asked as they settled into a 7 minute per mile pace.

“Oh, nothing I want to get into,” Chris replied. “I guess I just miss my girlfriend.”

“Speaking of girls, that Sarah seems to be all into you,” Len replied. “I mean yesterday she was all over you.”

“Yeah, she was. I even thought she was trying to feel me,” Chris replied. “Man, she tried at least three times to rub my crotch.”

“Yeah, well you do look hot in your skimpy swimsuits,” Len teased. “It is kinds right out there.”

“Only for Sherie,” Chris replied. He checked his iPad before they left. No reply to his note. If he did not have one by the time they had breakfast he decided he was going to try to call her. “Let’s push the next mile,” Chris announced as he picked up the pace.

“Your killing me, dude!” Len replied barely able to hand in as Chris pushed the pace to 6:30. The sweat was running down Chris’s chest, his swimsuit getting soaked, a sensation he was starting to feel as the wetness hit his manhood parts. Len had faded back, unable to hold the faster pace. Chris decided to hold the pace, opening a gap between Len and him. He felt like really running. He’d ease up after five or six more minutes, but by then Len would be well behind. Len watched as Chris’s muscular legs pulled him farther ahead.

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Alex and Patrick were alone in Patrick’s room. Patrick’s roommate was sleeping in the same room as his girlfriend, although they hardly slept. Both guys were wearing very skimpy thong type swimsuits they had bought at the shop yesterday. They were laying back side by side on the bed, their hands teasing each other, causing the pouches of the thongs to swell with anticipation. Neither was really sure if they liked wearing the thongs, but they both liked each other in them, the thin nylon pouch front left nothing to the imagination and displayed exactly what each guy was feeling.

“You look totally scrumptious,” Alex whispered to Patrick as he laid n his side, his hands rubbing across all parts of Patrick. Patrick was responding exactly the way Alex wanted as he watched his boyfriend fill with urge.

“You are driving me wild,” Patrick replied. It was their third round of the night, and adventure that started with their swimsuits after the hot tub the night before. As Patrick grew, the thong’s back band pulled deeper into his, a feeling he could not decide as being erotic or aggravating. Alex slid against him, his own bulging pouch touching Patrick’s leg. He began to work Patrick into a deeper state of desire, building to a dual climax that would be the best ever. They had decided earlier that the things would be their little secret, kept for opportunities just like the one they were pursuing right now.

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“So, do you think Patrick and Alex are gay?” Len asked as the two ran back toward the hotel, now at a slower pace, more to Len’s liking.

“Oh yeah, for sure.” Chris said.

“Does it bother you that your roommate is gay?” Len asked.

“No, not at all. I mean I guess I really don’t think about it.” Chris replied. “Well, I mean I know he is and all, but it’s not like it is any big deal. Except when he steal my swimsuits,” Chris smirked as he said the last part.

“He does that?” Len asked quizzing.

“Yeah, he did the first couple of weeks. At first I didn’t know, but I would find my suits in places I never left them.” Chris answered. “But one day, I came back to the room and caught him.”

“Were you mad?” Len asked. “I sure would be.”

“Well, maybe a little. But it was also kind of funny. His expression was priceless.” Chris answered.

“Man, you are way too nice.” Len replied. “So what about Grant?”

“No, dude, he is totally straight. He’s shy, but he gets horny fast, too.” Chris answered. “Put him around a girl and he gets a boner faster than Superman can change.”

“He’s a good looking guy, thought.” Len replied. “Not as good looking as you. Every girl and some guys want you bad.”

“Stop it!” Chris replied.

“Okay, what about Rex?” Len asked.

“Not sure on him, what do you think,” Chris replied.

“I think he likes guys. Just saying.” Len replied. The two ran silent for a while.

“So, Len, what is your story?” Chris finally broke the silence. His swimsuit was now soaked with sweat and clinging to him. Len’s jammer was soaked through the crotch and between his legs, too.

“Confused,” Len replied silently. “I mean I want to like girls, but I really get turned on by a hot looking guy. The last two days at the beach, I just kept looking at the guys. I guess maybe I am gay, but I am scared to admit that.”

“Man, it’s cool either way, take your time.” Chris replied. “You’re a great guy, no matter what!”

“Thanks, that means a lot coming from you. The way I was to you, I can’t believe how close we are now.”

“Hey lets get wet, my suit is all sweaty,” Chris replied. They were back at the hotel. Chris jumped into the pool and swam under water, the silhouette of his muscular and near naked body glimmering through the water. Len followed. From the balcony above, Sara and Alice watched. The guys swam for a few minutes in the pool before they headed off to the larger lap pool a few blocks away. Len swapped his jammers for another of Chris’s swimsuits, this time a hot red Tyr print that fit him well and felt great on.

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