[SwimTeamSpeedo]

NOTE: This chapter is a bit more graphic.

Chris and Sherie laid on their backs, side by side, holding hands. The white sheet laid across their naked bodies, a bump where Chris’s anatomy displayed its still aroused state. The room was lit by two vanilla scented candles and the glow of a red light from a sign glowing in from the street below. They were still both damp from the heat of their love making. “You were amazing,” Sherie whispered in Chris’s ear. “So sweet and gentle.”

“I love you so much,” Chris replied. “I am so glad you flew out.”

“How about we get cleaned up?” she suggested.

The two showered together. Her soft hands slowly slid off the protection he had worn. She soaped up and washed him, the slippery soap making it easy for her to massage him, Chris quickly grew hard again. He started to moan as she took control of his desires. It didn’t take long before he released in several powerful thrusts.

“Feel better?” she whispered as they held under the water. Chris hugged her.

“That was fun,” he whispered. “Thank you.” he added,

“Let’s get in our suits and go watch the moon,” Sherie suggested.

Alone on the dark rooftop, they sipped the last of the wine. Chris wore a white background Turbo Aces swimsuit. Sherie wore a cute cover up with nothing on under. The two sat side by side on the small loveseat watching the city go by and the moon hang low. Despite all the love so far, Chris was getting hard again, his youthful body full of endless sexual prowess. They kissed under the stars as she held his inner leg and gently fingered the small band of white swimsuit between his legs. .

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Ashley stood facing Grant as he stood at the wall of the pool. She was so close to him that he could feel her occasional rub on his bulge. The pool area was now filled with twelve members of the band, but Grant was the only one in a brief style suit and Len the only guy in jammers. The rest of the guys wore boardies or basketball shorts.

“I love your swimsuit, it makes you look so hot,” Ashley said. She was the only girl in a string bikini. Sarah’s was close, but not as revealing. She placed her hands on the edge of the pool , blocking Grant in. She slid closer in. “Are you a swimmer?” she asked. Her leg intentionally rubbed the front of his suit, she could feel the outline of his manhood against her upper leg. Grant could not move.

“No, just like the swimsuits,” Grant replied.

“Wow, you look like a swimmer,” she replied.

“Thanks,” Grant replied. “Your bikini is pretty,” he replied.

“I’m glad you like it, I love skimpy swimwear,” Ashley replied. “On guys, too.: With that she rubbed her leg against him. He had already been aroused, now he was getting hard.

“Oh wow,” Grant replied not referring to anything she said, but expressing what he was feeling. “I can’t believe she is doing this,” he thought to himself as she continued to tease him. He slide her hand away fro the wall, “I need to swim a little,” he said as he slipped out from her trap. She smiled at him, she knew what she had done.

Len was hanging out across the pool with a group of guys. They had found a small foam ball that they batted around. Grant swam up to the group and joined them. Ashley watched from afar. “Looks like Ashley really wants you,” Len said as Grant stood. The swim had calmed his situation.

“She about jacked me off with her leg,” he whispered to Grant. “She was all over me.”

“We could tell,” Len replied. “Looked like she was going to do you right there.”

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Alex laid on the bed, his arms and legs spread out, still in the tight yellow singlet, just as Patrick instructed. He watched as Patrick wrapped some soft strips of material around Alex’s legs and arms and tied his down to the four corners of the bed.

“What are you doing?” Alex asked.

“You’ll see,” Patrick replied. Patrick was already sporting the bulge of arousal in his green singlet. Once he was done he asked “how does that feel?”

“Weird, I feel like I am trapped.” Alex replied.

“Perfect!” Patrick replied, as he sat next to Alex on the bed and began to rub his hand across Alex’s chest and nipples, feeling them through the tight lycra. He leaned over and kissed Alex’s forehead as his hands gently caressed down along the yellow wrapped abdomen. Patrick smiled as he watched Alex’s bulge grow, his forward laying manhood swelling in the grip of the tight lycra.

“Oh man, that feels awesome,” Alex replied. “Kiss me again,” he asked. Patrick did, a long kiss as he laid alongside him. Alex could feel Patrick against him. Patrick was already rock hard inside his own singlet. Patrick rubbed that part of him against Alex’s side. He wandered his hands down from the abdomen and felt every outline of Alex’s manhood anatomy. Alex wiggled against the hold of the ropes as the sensations of arousal inside him. He felt Patrick pressing into him.

“Oh man, watching you is making me so horny,” Patrick whispered. They kissed again.

“I can tell,” Alex replied.

Despite all effort to control himself, Patrick couldn’t. As he rubbed along Alex’s body with his hand and held Alex’s anatomy he felt himself succumbing to the power of release. “Oh no, I can’t stop it,” Patrick cried out as the first massive thrust explode inside the singlet. He pressed against Alex as his body pulsated with each burst, the singlet becoming soaked with the juices of his passion. The two laid still for a moment as the final releases came out. “Sorry man, I came way to fast,” Patrick said softly.

Alex kissed Patrick. “It’s cool,” he whispered. “You felt amazing.”

Patrick returned his focus to Alex, as he laid his head on Alex’s chest as let is hands wander all parts below that. Alex’s bulge grew more massive, his erect state fully outlined. Patrick teased him, feeling Alex pushing against the entrapment of the tie down. “Oh wow, this is wild,” Alex said as he wiggled his legs, his urges in the singlet increasing. He felt himself growing inside the tight grip of the singlet. It was such an erotic feeling, wrapped all over in the tight lycra material. Patrick’s wandering hands driving him wild.

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Sarah gave up hopes of Grant, turning her attention to one of the guys in board shorts, who was showing little interest in her advances. Grant was playing ball with the guys when Ashley came up behind him and grabbed him around the waist. Her hand wandered across his abdomen and down the front of his tight swimsuit, not stopping at his waist, instead sliding over his bump , slowly feeling him and the sliding back up to his abs. “Maybe we can do the hot tub,” she whispered.

“Sure,” replied Grant, as Ashley lead him across the pool to the steps. The walking helping ease the sexual urges he was feeling between his legs. “Come on guys,” he called to the rest of the gang.

Ashley entered the large hot tub spa first. It was a large oval shape with room for at least a dozen. The water was a steaming 104 degrees, feeling hotter after being in the much cooler pool. Grant and Ashley sat at the far end of the oval, where the jets seemed to be a bit more forceful. Within minutes the spa filled with the rest of the friends, a collection of guys in anything from Speedo suits to Len in jammers to a few dudes in board shorts. Ashley had on the skimpiest of the ladies suits, a collection that ranged from nearly nothing on Ashley to a full one piece Tyr on one of the young ladies who was also a swimmer.

“Dudes, all we need now is some beer,” suggested one of the guys. They all agreed that would be a great addition.

“Yeah, cold beer, hot water, we’d probably pass out and dehydrate,” replied Grant.

“Only you would,” teased Len. “Lightweight!” the gang all laughed at that.

As the group joked and teased, Ashley’s hand rested on Grant’s knee. She was sitting close to him, their legs touching. “So, we leave tomorrow,” Grant said. “I’ll miss Paris,” he added.

“Yeah, this was a fun few days,” Ashley chimed in. “wish we could stay longer, so much to see.”

“Maybe we can come back someday,” Grant replied.

“That would be sweet,” Ashley replied, as she did she slid her hand up Grant’s inner leg. He flinched as she got close to his crotch. All those days of swimming, Ashley knew exactly how to turn on a guy in a Speedo, and she loved doing it. No place to hide their arousal, she loved the show of an erect guy in a tight swimsuit. Her hand did not stop and she was slowly stroking the sweet spot between Grant’s legs. Grant smirked as he felt her making him hard, her hands hidden by the bubbles of the jets. He was not sure what to say, so instead he just concentrated on maintaining control.

Ashley knew she had him trapped, aroused and getting more horny by the minute. She was enjoying every moment of it.