[SwimTeamSpeedo]

It was the last full day that the band would have to themselves, no concerts, no rehearsals, no activities planned. It was a free day, in every sense of the word. Chris woke early, well before the sun was up, the slightest glow of the emerging day just breaking on the eastern horizon. He grabbed his Turbo Aces swimsuit and slipped it on over his naked body, gently tucking and positioning his still morning hard anatomy into the tight fit of the suit. He walked out on the balcony and took in the cool morning air. The hotel was silent, the pools below still, the backlighting in the water painting a romantic picture before him. As he watched, he rubbed his hand on his own bulge, enjoying the sensation he was giving himself and making himself much harder and more aroused in the form fitting suit. No one was watching and he almost finished the job, when his willpower and the lure of his morning workout pulled him away. A tiny trickle of wetness soaked into the lycra material.

“Hey, you going swimming?” Alex whispered as Chris wandered out into the sitting room of the suite. Patrick and Alex were wrapped around each other, just a single sheet covering them. They both looked content and so much in love.

“Yeah, one last good swim before the long days of travel ahead.”

“You look amazing,” Alex replied.

“Thanks, man, but I think you already have a pretty amazing guy.” Chris somewhat teased but mostly meant.

“Yeah…” Alex trailed off. The door closed as Chris left the two guys to themselves.

The fitness center and lap pool opened at 5, and just as the day before, not a person was there. Chris showered, tied up his suit, and took the last inside lane of the six lane pool. He swam a strong workout, for the next two hours, racking up 6000 meters of swimming. Shortly after seven he got out of the pool, which was still empty but for one older guy in his fifties who was swimming two lanes over. He was tall, lean, and wore an awesome print pair of Funky Trunk briefs. “Cool swimsuit,” Chris thought to himself as he watched the swimmer make his was up the pool and do a graceful flip turn to head the other way.

Chris snapped a picture of himself through the full length mirror and shot a good morning text off to Sherie. His suit quickly filled out at the thought of feeling her against him, which only made the picture that much more interesting. “Almost home,” he wrote. “Can’t wait to hold you in my arms.” He smiled to himself as he headed back to his room by way of the outer path that led to the resort pool he could see from his balcony. The tall, handsome, and very fit swimmer was catching the eye of rising guests watching from the balconies above. One cute girl from the band in particular watched Chris as he walked along the edge of the curving pool. She has eyed him all trip, but only from afar. She thought he looked so confident with himself as he would walk around in his skimpy swimsuits. He was more than just good looking, he was so sexually arousing. She tingled as she took him in, the same desire she had felt since the first day she saw him.

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“Good morning,” Chris said to Alex and Patrick as he walked toward the balcony. The two were sitting together on a double lounger. Alex wore a very slight Neptune Scepter Clouds swimsuit with a mere half inch side band and just enough stretchy material to cover his very aroused manhood. Patrick wore a more conservative Speedo print suit with wider sides, but a bulge that showed as much excitement.

“Good swim?” Alex asked, not the least bit concerned about what Chris might see. It was amazing how deep their friendship had become and how accepting they all were with who they are.

“Yeah, pool to myself,” Chris replied. “I am going to miss that pool.” Chris headed back toward the refreshment table. “Anyone need coffee?” Chris asked. He returned with three cups, the guys sat on the balcony taking in the morning. Chris admired Alex’s swimsuit. It looked hot, and Alex looked hot in it.

“Most folks are heading to the beach for the day,” Patrick offered up. “Want to come along?”

“No, I think I might hang here and enjoy the pool,” Chris replied. “Maybe finish that book I’ve been reading.” In his heart Chris wanted the time alone. The Summer was over and big changes were ahead, plus he was still sorting out in his mind the urges he felt about the swimmer at the pool yesterday and some of his recent dreams.

“You going to wear those same suits?” Chris asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” Patrick replied.

“Not for me, I think this might be a little too tiny,” Alex added.

“Not at all, you look great in it,” Patrick protested. With some urging, Alex relented and agreed to wear it, which would later be a challenge as things got steamy on the beach.

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