[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Lizzie, I am not real comfortable with the swimsuit he is wearing,” Lizzie’s mom said after she pulled Lizzie into the kitchen of the lake front home. Lizzie had just introduced her to Jake. Jake had no idea that Lizzie’s mother was reacting to his swimsuit like this. She seemed nice and had asked him about swimming. She made no reaction about how he was dressed, at least not to Jake.

“Mom, it’s fine. It is not like I haven’t seen him in it before, I see him every day at swimming,” Lizzie replied with frustration.

“Maybe you should ask him to put shorts on,” Lizzie’s mom persisted. “I mean you can see everything.”

“Mom, it’s a swim team suit and yes, he is a guy, so he has guy parts, for crying out loud,” Lizzie started. “I am not making him put shorts on, plus he didn’t bring any.” Lizzie stared at her mom angrily for several seconds. “Plus even you have to admit, he is pretty darn cute.”

“Please just do this, Lizzie,” Mom requested again. “I’d be a whole lot more comfortable if he was dressed in something that looked less revealing.”

“Mom, he is wearing a speedo. All the guys on swim team do. I am not making him feel stupid by asking him to put shorts on.” Lizzie argued back. With that she stormed out of the room and back out to see Jake. Jake was out on the dock, looking at the lake.

“Let’s go swimming,” Lizzie called out. She was still in her one piece team suit from practice. She grabbed Jake’s hand and the couple jumped off the end of the dock into about ten feet of water. Lizzie’s mom watched from the kitchen window.

“Maybe I am over reacting,” Mom thought to herself. “He does seem like a very nice young man,” Secretly she also agreed with Lizzie, he was damn cute. That was what scared her.

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There is a saying in Maine that if you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes. Wild swings in the weather are the norm this far north, where the warm temps from the south fight with the sweeping arctic fronts coming in from Canada. It can be cold and rainy one day and 90 and humid the next, which was exactly the situation today. Allen got home after a fantastic breakfast with Chris. They were forging a great relationship, that was only starting to blossom. He stood in the kitchen pantry door, looking for something more to eat, trying to replenish all the calories burned in his hours in the pool. Swimming was cool that way, Allen could eat all he wanted and he still had his flat, tight abs and not an ounce of fat. He was still in his tight and tiny swimsuit. Still a bit aroused.

“Do you ever think of something other than eating?” Maggie teased as she walked in the kitchen, not batting an eye at her brother in nothing more than the tight band of colorful lycra that barely contained him.

“Yeah, I think about sex sometimes,” Allen replied.

“Okay, way too much information!” Maggie replied.

“And swimming, and my bicycle, and new swimsuits….” Allen started ratting off a list. He got to about ten items before Maggie cut him off.

“You going to take that old bike out today or just keep looking at it?” she asked with a bit of attitude.

“You wait and see,” Allen replied as he headed off to his room with a box of chocolate chip cookies in his hand, leaving a trail of crumbs as he ate one while walking. Maggie watched as her brother’s firm butt swayed as he walked. He was looking really fit, she thought to herself.

Allen closed the door to his room and locked it. He stood in front of the full length mirror on the back of his door staring at himself in the Hard Core swim suit. He was feeling very erotic, the morning with Chris, the way Chris’s hands touched him. No only could he feel that he was aroused and larger than normal, he could see the way he was filling out the swimsuit. He had been that was ever since practice, especially ever since the locker room, where he almost shot his load watching Chris. Allen let his hands wander down and he felt himself through the tight lycra, letting his palm gently glide over and along his anatomy. He instantly grew very hard, his erection pressing upward and to the right, bounded by the tightly tied drawstring and the snug leg opening.

Allen twitched as he stroked along the outline of his head in the suit. “Oh man,” he whispered. His heart rate was growing. He slipped both hands down between his legs and while one massaged his balls, the other stroked the outline of his erection, each pass bringing him closer and closer. His legs were spread shoulder width. He swayed as he felt the urges growing inside hm. In his mind he pictured Chris, imagined the feel of Chris against him, their embrace.

“Oh baby,” he said aloud as he felt the urges coming to climax. He pulled at the strings to untie the suit, but he was not fast enough. He felt his body thrust, the tingling sensation that comes just before he explodes. He had so much stored up urge, the first thrust shot through the suit and across the room. Allen fell back on his bed as he released thrust after thrust of hot desire. Hs slid himself free of the suit as the final surges landed on his upper chest. His heart raced. He was breathless.

He closed his eyes and savored the moment.

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Jake and Lizzie swam and frolicked in the water for an hour or so, sometimes playfully wrestling, mostly just floating and talking. The water was a refreshing contrast to the hot sun and warm day. The lake water was clear, so much so that even in twenty feet of depth, the bottom was clearly visible. Jake would point out fish, which always made Lizzie scream. Jake found Lizzie to be sweet, and she made him laugh. As strong an athlete as she was, she was very much all girl. Her cuteness attracted him, but her personality sealed the deal. The feeling was mutual.

"Let's go lay out on the dock," Lizzie suggested. The water was starting to make her chilled.

"Good idea," Jake said. The two swam to the shore. Lizzie emerged from the water first and turned to watch Jake. She liked seeing the guys when their wet swimsuits clung to them, leaving nothing to the imagination. The cold water induced shrinkage created a smaller, but clearly visible outline. Jake adjusted the suit as he got on shore. Lizzie reached out and took him by the hand. "Cold water," she said as she led him up onto the grassy yard. Jake blushed, knowing what she meant.

The dock had a large square sitting area at the far end with two plush loungers pushed against each other. It was a fantastic set up, 40 feet out into the lake. The vibrations of the waves gave it a gentle rocking sensation. The sounds of the lake created a delightful aural backdrop, marked by the sounds of laughter carried across the water from various lakeside adventures. The hum of an occasional boat added a contrast. Lizzie laid out on the left lounger, she looked stunning in the form fit of her Speedo one piece suit, which accented her petite, muscular body. The full coverage of her suit a marked difference from the very revealing, slight cut of Jake's well filled out brief. Jake laid back in the lounger next to her. An erotic stir had been teasing him all morning, he was very aware of the urges being promulgated by his hormonal response to being alone with such a cute girl.

"You look so cute," Lizzie said as she took his left hand into her right. "I am glad the girls decided not to come, time for just you and I."

"I love it here, your house is awesome," Jake replied as he squeezed her hand. Jake had amazing self-control. As horny as he was feeling, most guys would long have boinged to full erection. Despite the tingling sensation between his legs, Jake was keeping himself no more than just a bit aroused. He was working hard to keep himself that way.

Lizzie's mom watched from the window. Even though her daughter was now an adult, just barely, and she was sure Jake was the same age, they were both still young. After all, they were just about to be seniors. Jake, however, seemed to be a very polite young man, they hadn't even kissed yet, that she saw. "I wish he was not wearing that skimpy swimsuit," Mom thought to herself, "but he is a nice guy." Mom would never admit that she had also scoped out his package, which she found very appealing for very obvious reasons.

"Do you like wearing swim team suits? I always wondered about that,". Lizzie asked as her hand explored Jake's forearm. She could not help but notice that Jake's very visible penis outline did not have the ridge line most guys had, the smoothness of Jake being uncircumcised. She liked how his bulge and anatomy was smooth.

Jake blushed at her question. "I think they are cool," Jake replied. "I know some guys get freaked out about them, but I am kind of used to it," Jake continued.

"Well, I think guys look nice in them.... especially you,". Lizzie replied. Her hand rubbed Jake's chest. His chest felt coarse as she rubbed, the nubs of hair from the shaved chest created a slight sandpaper feel. The cute couple closed their eyes and laid back in the loungers. Lizzie's hand rested on Jake's stomach, feeling his tight abs, just above his swimsuit waistline. The tingle of sexual arousal danced inside him and the swimsuit. It was taking all his self-control to not get full on hard.

"You're very pretty," Jake said softly, sweetly and romantically. Lizzie smiled. Her own inner parts were moist in warm wetness and tantalized with the desire that came with watching a hot and erotic Jake laying nearly naked next to her. His mound of manhood teased her in so many sensual ways. She wanted him.