[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Our first week had arrived. While class normally met during the week, these were special session and they were on Saturday. Our swim practices were very early and then a second one late afternoon at 4pm. One of the guys was on the cross country team, which was not yet in practice, but the guy asked if we could start after 11 so he could get his running in before. The art professor agreed so the sessions would start at 1 and go right to 4. We would stop thirty minutes early, just enough time to get changed and to swim practice. We all arrived at 12:30, time to get changed and set up. Zach, Tomas and I had not met the fourth guy, the runner.

“Hey guys,” a tall lean blonde guy said as he arrived at the classroom. He was really handsome. I immediately thought that if this was what the guys in the class were gonna look like, this was going to be lots of fun. “I’m Alan, I guess we are the show today.” Whoa. This guy wasn’t in the class, he was one of us. He was wearing running shorts, really awesome short running shorts. The kind that had an open split seam all the way up the side, and a running shirt with no sleeves.

“Yeah, looks like that. The prof isn’t here yet. I’m Ryan and this is Zach and Thomas.” It was just the guys this week, so the ladies were not with us. Zach was wearing his standard cargo shorts and polo. Thomas and I both has on board shorts and T shirts. Zach had on his modeling suit under. I was not sure about Thomas, and I had mine in a small gym bag.

“You guys do look like swimmers” Alan said. “Kick ass bodies and all, unlike my wimpy runner body” He laughed as he said it. Really cute smile. Alan was far from wimpy.

The prof arrived and opened up a classroom for us to use to change. Alan slid off his shorts and shirt. He had nothing on under the shorts, and as he stood there taking off the running shirt, he gave all of us a full display. He was incredibly lean, not a single ounce of fat on his body. Not really “stacked” but you could tell he was really fit. He had really short blonde hair, awesome blue eyes, and his legs were absolutely amazing. Incredibly strong, and every muscle and tendon in his legs seemed to show themselves. He was tall, over 6 feet, and his inseam must have been a 36. He had the cutest smile, too, but I already said that.

“So, what are you guys wearing for this?” Alan asked, standing there totally naked. It was then that I noticed he had a great tan, but no tan line. “Last year we wore running shorts, but it was all guys on my team. With you guys being swimmers, this year I might wear less. I brought a couple of different things”

“I think we are all wearing swim suits,” answered Zach. “You know, like the ones we wear on the team.” I wanted to agree, but I think I was still frozen, mesmerized by Alan’s body. He was not necessarily the hottest guy I had ever seen, but somehow he was capturing all of my attention. And I do mean all. There was no way I was going to be able to get into my suit…at least not easily.

“This is what I am doing,” Thomas chimed in, standing there in a solid red Tyr suit. “It’s probably too bright a color, but it is the only solid one I had.” It had SHS Raiders embroidered on the right front, which was his high school team. I could only imagine what they all looked like in those red suits. The school colors were red and white, which made me wonder if they wore white suits as well.

“That looks awesome” Alan replied. “You look great.”

“I’m wearing a blue Speedo” noted Zach as he slid off his shorts and revealed the suit he had on.

“That’s really cute, too” said Alan. “ Damn you guys are all hot.”

Kind of an interesting statement coming from a guy to another, I thought. I was slipping on my suit, trying to adjust myself into it, which was proving to be a bit difficult given my state of mind after watching Alan. I tied the strings and used my hand to try to position myself into a more comfortable place. I was showing, my anatomy pushed toward my right side, and it was well over to my side seam. Way bigger than my normal state.

“Calm down,” I said to myself as I stood there in a really tight and tiny white suit with the stripes on the side. I don’t know if I was aroused because of what I saw or because of how small and revealing the suit felt on me. It was the smallest suit I had ever worn. I think both. “F--k, you need to get control” I mumbled in my head. I was only getting harder.

“Holy crap, that’s a really tiny suit” Alan said as he eyed me up and down. “Look like you barely fit in there.” His interest wasn’t making my situation any easier. “You look amazing.”

“Thanks,” I replied. I held my hand kind of in front somewhat concealing my bulging suit.

“I went and bought this,” he said as he held up a solid black suit. “I’ve never worn one of these before. Just got it last night. I have to admit I am kind of nervous.”

“You’ll really like how they feel on,” I replied, finally getting my mind diverted. I wasn’t getting softer, but at least it was not going the other way.

Alan slipped the suit on, and then reached inside and positioned himself. He looked over at me. “I see you wear yours to one side, is that the best way?”

“You are new at this,” I said back with a smile. I wanted to offer to help him find the right position, literally, but I held back the temptation. “It’s really how you feel most comfortable. I like to be up but this suit is smaller than my others so I had to go sideways. Some guys go down,”

Alan spent several minutes figuring it out. I think part of it was that he was having the new guy in swim brief issue. The fit is so tight and snug, his body just responded the way a guy would. At any rate, once he was all set he looked sensational. He didn’t have the six pack abs that Zach was sporting. Alan’s abdomen was smooth, but tight. His chest was clean of hair and had the smoothest skin, and his package was well proportioned to his body and looked great in that black little suit. He chose to be also positioned up.

“Everyone ready?” Zach asked. We all agreed and Zach opened the door. “Let’s go do this.”

We headed out the door to find the classroom. Four guys in just our little suits, but not at a pool. Instead in an art classroom building. I felt kind of self conscious. Not so much at the fact that we were out of place for how we were dressed, but also because my suit was so small and tiny. The sides were probably an inch wide. I had worn really tight, so called paper suits for swim meets that were pretty tiny, but this was even smaller. Of course, my fantasies over Alan made the suit tighter. As we walked out, Zach slipped back beside me.

“Be careful, cowboy,” Zach said quietly to me. “You look like your getting a little excited there. Looks like you want to have your run of the runner”

“Yeah, but Ill be fine” I replied, smirking. Zach knew me so well. “Once we get going….” I trailed off, as we arrived at the classroom door.

To be continued... let me know what you think.....