[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The sounds of ocean waves crashing onto a quiet beach set the perfect romantic backdrop for the pure innocence of young love. Ronnie, at the front desk, sold Peter two bottles of overpriced cheap wine, giving him a hefty discount that made the price match the ten bucks in his hand. Peter's youthfully handsome, well filled swimsuit might have influenced the transaction. Now they were alone, a candle burning created a flickering light as the onshore breeze battled the flame. Peter was wearing a very skimpy, equally hot swim brief he bought online from Sluggers in Australia. Despite the fact that he had reached climax three times today, he was feeling extremely aroused, very horny, and ready for love. Peter was taking full advantage of his young adult male body's ability to recycle very fast.

Alaina was equally ready. She wore a white knit bikini that was not even legal. Every aspect of her was on display. Exactly as she wanted it to be. She swirled the "expensive" Chardonnay in her hand, the kind of erotic swirl intended to lure Peter on. It was working perfectly. Peter was a very smart young man, her ticket and his out of Northern Maine, a place most kids left and few came back. She was ready for a quiet and intimate night, enough provocativeness to keep Peter interested, a quiet ocean evening to reach their souls.

"You really like wearing sexy swimsuits," Alaina said softly to Peter as she slid against him in a soft embrace. "I never knew you had so many hot swimsuits," she added as her hands felt the tight nylon material of the very skimpy suit he was wearing. Peter had only recently ventured to brands other than the more common swim team labels. "This one feels very sexy," Alaina finished.

Peter was enjoying the attention. Alaina being careful not to go fast, she avoided feeling him in front, although she wanted to. "Yeah, I am sort of into swimsuits," Peter confessed. "I just got this one," he added. "It is from Australia," he added. Peter thought it was so cool that he had a suit from the country he was most intrigued with. He hoped one day to go there.

"Let me see all of it," Alaina asked. She smiled as Peter rotated so she could see all sides. The suit sat low and narrow on his hips, just enough material up front to create a handsome, colorful bulge. In back, the suit showed enough to tease. Alaina really like the feel of the material. She reached out and pulled Peter in to her. "This might be my favorite," she said as she rubbed her hands all over him.

"You look great in your bikini," Peter replied. He felt the way the knit material barely covered her back side. The suit was tied on one side, the top was tied in back. The white knit left nothing to the imagination. Peter responded exactly as she hoped, clearly interested and masculinely aroused. He grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled their plastic motel cups. He knew she was feeling loose and carefree from the wine, exactly as he wanted her. "We should go walk on the beach," Peter whispered as his hand and his fingers found just the right place to feel the warmth of her body and the wetness of her desire.

"Peter!" Alaina whispered back as she felt him touch her. She slipped away. "Maybe later, love" she added. It was not dark yet, the sky a deep twilight purple. "Let's sit and enjoy the ocean," Alaina suggested, leading Peter to side by side loungers. He was now very aroused, his manhood filling out the cute print swimsuit. He dribbled wetness into the Nylon material, but the dark sky concealed it. She rested her head on his chest, her hand on his upper right leg. She slowly massaged his muscular quads. "So, how many swimsuits do you have?" She asked.

"At least a dozen," Peter replied. "Maybe more,". Truth was he had 27, but even Peter had not really counted. He knew each one. He started ordering some online when he figured out he could use a prepaid Visa gift card. After he ordered, he would rush home each day to get the mail before anyone else would find a package. He missed once on a package of new Turbo suits. He made up a story to cover why a big envelope stuffed with swimsuits arrived addressed to him.

"I want to see you in all of them,". Alaina replied. Her hand was now massaging closer to his most responsive parts. "Did you bring all of them?" she asked.

"No, I only packed about a half dozen," Peter replied. He actually packed eight. "They don't take up much room," he added with a grin. He grabbed the wine and topped off their glasses

"Is this one your favorite?" Alaina asked as her wandering hand rubbed along the waistline of the swimsuit. Peter had spread open his legs, hoping for more, the wine making him loose and free.

"One of them," Peter replied. He rolled on his side, facing Alaina, her hand now tucked between his legs. His own hands began to explore her body, starting up top. She quickly became as aroused as him, her own wetness soaking into her skimpy fishnet bottom. "I have another one you will see tomorrow," he added. It was the last words said before the first deep kiss that led to more intimate and erotic things. Somewhere along the way she untied Peter from his swimsuit, and he untied her as well, freeing them for another night of hot passion. It was the second time going all the way for both of them. She loved the feel of him as he gently rocked her, the intensity growing.

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Ken took over driving at the rest area on I95 near Millinocket, an hour north of Bangor. The guys were heading back from a triathlon at Bar Harbor, one of the most picture perfect spots on the Maine coast. The course was tough, with challenging climbs on the bike and some good hills on the run. It was an annual event for Ken and Sky. Ken was a runner who turned triathlete eight years prior. Sky was a cyclist and swimmer. They were both still wearing their race gear. Ken was a traditionalist, still racing in a padded Speedo swim brief with cropped race shirt, the Speedo name across his back side. Speedo triathletes were a rare sight as the Teri race suits took over. Sky wore a one piece spandex Teri suit, white and yellow background with various logos emblazoned across the front and back. Both guys looked handsome, hot, and very athletic.

"Add easier to pee,". Ken commented as Sky got back in the car five minutes behind Ken. It was an extension of a conversation before the stop on why swimsuits are better than trisuits for races.

"Okay, you win that one," Sky replied. "It is hard to get in and out of these."

"We all know you like it that way," Ken teased, but was not far from the truth. He grabbed a cold water from the small cooler and began the two plus hour drive directly north.

"Keep an eye out for Moose," Sky warned. With that he reclined the sear and stretched out. Ken watched as Sky adjusted his bulge with his right hand, positioning his anatomy upward in the tight spandex. Sky was well endowed, very much above average. Although he was straight, Ken found the look of guys in spandex to be arousing, especiallly guys in cycling gear, running tights, or swimsuits. Ken was getting hard looking at the way Sky was displaying. The attraction was mutual. Sky had confided in Ken that the spandex gear was an added benefit of cycling. Sky's bulging anatomy grew more detailed as he dozed off over the next twenty miles to their exit onto the two lane highway that would take them to the lakes region.

As Ken followed the road north, he reached over and rubbed along Sky's upper left leg. Sky was just enough awake to know what Ken was doing, and just roused enough to let him. Sky widened his legs, giving Ken easier access. Sky could feel himself expanding inside the grip of the form fit material. They passed over the ridge offering a great view of Mt. Katahdin, which stood majestic to the west in the clear blue sky. Ken went higher up Sky's leg. Both guys were now fully aroused, Ken's Speedo bulging proudly between his legs.

"Let's get ice cream," Sky became alert as the car made the long descent into the tiny town of Patten. Sky say upright, adjusted his erect anatomy.

"Sounds like a good plan," Ken replied as he made the left into the summer ice cream stand. "I hope they don't freak out at my attire," Ken laughed. Of the two guys he was the one more revealed.

"You're fine, plus with all the numbers written on you, it is obvious you just did a race." The two guys got out of the car. The shop was busy, mostly with teen age kids hanging out. Ken and Sky walked over to the line to order. A few glances, but nobody seemed to react to what they had on. Despite being in just the swimsuit and short top, Ken was less on display than Sky, who was sporting a very obvious bulge in the one piece kit he was wearing.