[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Chris had dozed off, listening to the sound of the decorative waterfall. The long swim workout had caught up with him, as his mind eased off into sleep. He was laying nearly flat out on the lounger, on his back, his feet spread about shoulder width and his one hand resting on his upper leg midway between his knee and hip. Ricky had come back from the locker room, his suit all clean and ready for more fun. Katie and Ricky ordered their first cocktail of the day. It was barely past lunch.

Chris’s high school pool was also the municipal pool for the town he grew up in, a smaller remote city in Northern Maine. It was an older facility, build in the 1950’s, not as a pool, but as a big armory or something. The pool was added later, a very functional, albeit not glamorous 25 yard lap pool with seven lanes, 25 yards, and a dive pool that created an L shape. It was all concrete, no color. Over the years, various efforts had been made to spice the pool up, but they all now looked weathered and out of date. A set of steel bleachers lined one side, broken by two gaps that ran to the various locker rooms.

Chris was a swimming sensation in these parts of Maine. He was as close to Olympic bound as these parts would ever see, although he was by no means on the level of that. Nonetheless, he was by far the best swimmer this region had ever seen. At age eight, he was swimming statewide meets in Bangor and Portland, followed by regional events in Boston and Hartford. He spend weeks every year at swim camps. This was, of course, in addition to his musical gift that brought him to Europe. Chris enjoyed swimming nearly as much as he enjoyed music. Maybe more. He sure enjoyed the swimsuits.

At age 15, Chris met his first true girlfriend. Being small town kids, they took things slow, cautious. It was as much out of fear as it was out of respect. As swim season started Chris’s sophomore year, Annie and Chris also found themselves exploring each other further and deeper. Annie had discovered that not only did Chris love swimming, but he loved wearing his swimsuits, which he did every time he could. By this point his collection was already up to 20 or more, plus his childhood swim team suits that he kept even though they did not fit. One day at his house, by the pool, she made him model every single one. It was a fashion show that she will never forget, seeing the cute tall swimmer, with his curly blonde hair, and developing muscular chest showing off in some of the slightest guys swimsuits she had seen. She liked the Aztec print Speedo the best, the colorful orange, gold and black print looked amazing as it wrapped around his body. Chris loved that swimsuit the best, even to this day.

“You look cute,” she said to him as he modeled. He’d smile glowing with pride. His swimsuit choice was not secret, he wore them everywhere, but few of his friends knew the extent of his collection.

“You are the first one to see all of them,” Chris told her. “Now you can’t tell people.”

“You are a Speedo nut,” she teased.

“Yeah, It is kind of weird, I guess,” he replied as they held hands laying out, him now in his Aztec print suit. She was wearing a one piece suit that was a combination of greens, not a competition suit, but a regular fashion suit from the local Sears. She was the prettiest girl in the world to him, at least at that time. They were both inexperienced, but the desires were lurking, especially in Chris, who kept rolling over to conceal his desiring display.

It was the first swim meet of the season. Annie was in the stands when Chris came out of the locker room. As always was the case, Chris got to the pool well ahead of the meet, usually to warm up and swim a few loose laps before the pool filled with the swimmers and made warm up swims tough. He was wearing the brand new team race day suits, a purple and gold print from Agon that was downsized so it clung to him tightly, with very narrow sides. Of all the suits he had modeled for her before, this was the tiniest of all, she knew it, and Chris did too. Some of the guys on the team were freaked out at how tiny the suits were. Chris loved it. The pool was not ready, as they were still putting out lane lines and doing some last minute prep. Chris turned and waved to Annie in the stands. She smiled back. She stood and bounded down the stands, grabbing him and giving him a big hug.

“You look amazing,” she whispered in his ear. “I mean that suit is like really tiny,” she added.

“Yeah, it is pretty small,” he replied. “Thanks for coming.”

“What, miss you kick ass in the pool,” She replied. “Not in a million years. Plus I get to see you almost naked.” As they talked Chris guided her to a secret spot under the bleachers, blocked by a supply closet it was a place they could hide, talk and maybe kiss.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“It’s a secret spot.” he replied.

“You better be careful taking me alone with you dressed like that,” she replied.

“I can handle it,” he laughed.

Well hidden from the filling pool, they chatted about the coming meet, Chris said the team from Orono was really good, going to be a tough meet. “They have a dude who can do the fly like no tomorrow,” he added. “I swam with him in AAU.”

“You can take him,” she replied, boosting his confidence. Chris felt a slight tightening in his suit as his body responded to her.

“You are sweet,” he replied. “It will be a good race,” he added.

“Don’t you worry, sweet stuff,” She reached out and pulled him into her. Her chest rubbed against him as she moved in fro the kiss, a deep and lustful embrace.

Her leg slipped between his and her upper leg rubbed against his anatomy. He grew hard instantly, stretching the limits of the tight swimsuit.

“I need to be careful,” he whispered.

“You feel amazing,” she replied. Her hands wanders across his back and over his swimmer butt, she pushed his midsection into her. He flinched. Her leg rubbed against his bulging anatomy as she enjoyed the feeling of his manhood through the suit. She had never actually felt Chris like this before. He felt so incredible, she was feeling urges of her own inside her tight jean shorts. Her hand slid down front and she squeezed between their bodies and rubbed across the front of his suit. She followed the outline of him.

“Oh Annie, what are you doing?” he asked.

“I love how you feel,” she replied. As much as he knew he shouldn’t, Chris enjoyed the feel of her touching him. He moaned and kissed her over and over again,. He grew more aroused as they continued to embrace each other. Chris felt himself going too far, but he kept goin.

“On man, Annie, I think I have a problem,” Chris treid to maintain control, feeling himself loving what she was doing, but realizing he was trapped about to let loose in nothing but the tiny swimsuit. Erections in his swimsuits were one thing, but hot this.

He pulled into her and froze. Please don’t he thought in his mind. Annie’s leg rubbed aginst him, he was so erect, he felt like a steel rod on her leg. Chris squeezed his legs around hers and held them tight. His heart was racing and she could feel him shaking “Why are you shaking baby?” Annie asked. He felt the sensation of his body starting to explode. He pushed away from her and bent over. Way over.

“Are you okay, baby?” Annie asked as she came to him. Chris pressed his legs tight together. He tried to adjust the tight suit, he was almost tearing out of the material. He rubbed himself with his had and then gripped his bulge in an effort to hold back. Annie rubbed his shoulders.

“Oh man, I can’t believe this,” Chris whispered. Annie had never seen him, nor any guy, so huge before.

“Chris, please tell me what’s wrong?” Annie pleaded.

“Annie I can’t stop it,” he whispered. “You know, like I think I might do it right now.” Annie had never seen a guy this far, Chris had never done this with a girl, and never in his swimsuit before.

“Stop what?” she asked.

“Oh no,” Chris moaned. At that moment his body jolted as a surge of release shot through the suit. Several pulsations erupted after.

The jolt woke Chris from his dream, breathing hard, just as he felt himself shooting through the wildly colorful Turbo suit. He had more than just dreamt the explosive release,, his swimsuit wet and sticky. “I can’t believe I just did that,” he thought to himself. He was still hard inside the suit, his bulge mounding up the front of the suit, as his body pushed out the final surges. Chris looked around, checking to see if anyone was watching. He felt trapped, just as he had that daay under the bleachers.

“Are you okay?” asked the cute girl from the band, who had watched the whole thing. She enjoyed the show almost as much as Annie did so many years ago.

“Um, yeah, just a dream,” Chris replied, not sure how much she actually saw. “At least all the colors must have concealed some of it,“ he thought. She saw all of it. She sat back in her chair in her floral one piece suit, smiling at the display Chris had just given her.

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