First Summer....

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Growing up, Erik was the “boy next door.” A handsome enough guy, but not necessarily the guy who stood out in a crowd. He was tall, just over 6’4”, lanky and long distance runner thin, with incredibly long legs at a 36 inseam. Even at that height, he weighed not an ounce past 160. He was into music, art and dance. He loved drama, the real kind as opposed to the people kind. In the looks department, the two things Erik had going for him were his awesome blonde hair and blue eyes, which gave him a skinny California Surfer dude look and that he was fairly well equipped, far more than one expected from a skinny guy, which meant he filled out jeans and shorts extremely well. In fact, as a member of the cross country team, he looked amazing in the really short running shorts the team wore, and he always appeared on the verge of busting right out of the shorts. As the team went, his shorts were always more packed than anyone else on the team, a feature well noticed by the girls (and some guys). Despite the interest he generated among the ladies during the running season, when he could show off in those shorts, Erik really did not have much interest in the girls. It wasn’t that he was gay, he rationalized, it was that he just wasn’t too interested. At least that was how he explained it.

Erik was not a swimmer. In fact, he really couldn’t swim well at all. Swimming to Erik was a day at the beach or maybe a jump in a pool if he was on vacation, nothing more. He could swim, but not with breathing, unless he pulled his whole head out of the water. Despite his lack of swimming, Erik owned lots of pairs of swimming shorts, which he would hang out in all Summer, unless he was wearing his running shorts, which he really liked best. Board shorts had not come into style, so the swimming shorts were as short as his running shorts, sometimes more form fitting. His running shorts were really short, made of a nylon material and the legs were split open as far up as the waist band. In the hot Southern heat, they were the lightest and coolest thing to wear, and he enjoyed how he looked in them. For work, Erik mowed lawns in the Summer, so those shorts or swimming shorts, and his bear chest were his attire of work, as well.

It was Summer just past his senior year of high school. Erik had turned 18 in May. It was also the year Summer Olympics were occurring. Erik really did not pay much attention to sports, unless it was running. His brother, however, were really into the games and watched every night. Erik got home from a long run, which he always did in the evening as the heat started to back off. He was soaked with sweat, his shorts clinging to him, no shirt. He grabbed the garden hose and doused himself for a god five minutes, enjoying the cool water. This was his ritual after runs. He would then lie in a chair and rest, letting the shorts dry. The wet, clingy nylon material hugged his anatomy revealing every outline and detail. He really liked that part, and did nothing to free the material bondage and display. Once dry, he often stayed in the shorts the rest of the night, sometimes pulling on a clean shirt, hot nights going shirtless.

“You should see these divers,” his brother, Dylan, called out to him as he entered the house. “They are amazing.” Dylan was parked in front of the television eating a bowl of popcorn and critiquing the skill of a sport he knew nothing about. Dylan was two years older and already in college. Erik was just about to start. They were as close as brothers could be, but significantly different. Dylan was the big football type. He was all sports, nothing else, except for dating girls.

“Look at how muscular they are,” Erik responded as he sat on the sofa, placing his legs up and laying back.

“Yeah,” said his brother. “I never realized that divers were so well built.”

The next diver up, a guy from Germany, did an incredible backwards flip with some kind of twist before he went straight in to the pool. Erik perked up as he watched the muscular body leap from the board, arch backwards, the tight little swimsuit wrapped around his bulging crotch. Erik was so mesmerized as the body straightened and slipped into the water, but it was not the dive that caught him. “Those are some sweet swimsuits,” he unintentionally said aloud.

“Huh?” said his brother.

“Just saying I like the swimsuits they wear,” Erik replied, trying to make light of his observation.

“Yeah, I guess so.” replied Dylan.

Erik was hooked. He could not stop watching as each of the divers showed their skills. As he watched he felt himself getting aroused. His shorts were filling out . He could see that his aroused state was clearly on display. He grabbed a throw pillow and threw it over his mid section, which now gave him something to press into as he watched each diver. Erik was so into what he was watching that he was not making the connection between the male divers, the tiny swimsuits, and the fact that it was turning him, at least not yet.

“Maybe you should try diving,” Dylan said to Erik. “I mean you are tall and you got the legs strength..”

“Yeah, right” Erik replied. “I don’t think so. These guys are way out of my league.”

“Well, shit, yeah” Dylan replied. “But that does not mean you can’t try it. Plus you like the swimsuits…” Dylan smirked. “you just like showing off.”

Erik was rock hard and feeling really aroused by the time the diving wrapped up for the night. He removed the pillow and stood up, his shorts bulging out prominently.

“Swimming tomorrow night,” Dylan said as Erik started to head off to his room.

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As he laid in bed, Erik could not get his mind off those Speedo clad divers. The more he thought about them the more aroused he got. “I have to get one of those swimsuits” Erik thought to himself as his hand rubbed over his aroused anatomy. Erik was enjoying the feeling and urges of his body as he pictured the deep brown haired diver that he became so infatuated with. The tight Germany Speedo clinging to him as he climbed from the water. The way he looked so stoic on the platform.

“Oh wow,” Erik said aloud as he felt himself getting close. He was not sure what was making him so aroused, the swimsuits or the guys in them. Right now he did not care, he was just teasing himself into a climax that would finally explode in a way bigger than he had ever felt before.

Erik has discovered the beauty of form fitting swimwear and the art of the male swimming body. It was going to be a fun journey of discovery from here.

To be continued

[Byron]

LOL - thinking only just an hour ago that a new speedo story hasn't appeared in the forum - and here one has started!
Just an observation: long dongs not unusual on skinny guys - in fact can be expected rather than unexpected.

[solarguy]

You have a great writing ability! So easy to follow and get engrossed in! Thanks!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Ben was Erik’s closest friend. They were both runners and both ran cross country all through school. While they only met four years ago, they formed a tight bond. Erik was the faster runner over long distances, but Ben had the ability to surge when it counted. This morning they decided to take a run on the dirt trails along the river. It was already hot as blazes. Ben had on a pair of navy blue running shorts while Erik wore a pair of yellow nylon running shorts. Neither guy had on a shirt.

“Did you watch the diving last night?” Erik asked as they passed the first five miles, the sweat making Erik’s yellow shorts cling to him. The light fabric becoming slightly sheer.

“A little bit,” Ben replied. “Pretty cool.”

“I really want to get one of those swimsuits” Erik continued. “I thought they looked amazing on those guys.”

“They are some pretty amazing guys,” Ben answered.

“Yeah, anyway I really want to try one of those swimsuits.” Erik re-emphasized his point.

The run ended at a point where the river weaves around a big area of rocks. A fast ten miles and Ben and Erik were soaked in sweat. They both took off their shoes and jumped in the water. The rocks was a popular hang out, but it was still early. It was just the two of them, but for an occasional runner or walker. They both got out of the water and laid out on the rocks letting the sun dry them. The wet shorts clinging to them. Erik watched as Ben’s shorts outlined him.

“So, you are really going to buy a Speedo?” Ben asked.

“Yeah, if I can find them.”

“Erik, just go to a sports store, they have them. You know they fit pretty tight, right?”

“Yeah, I figured as much.” Erik answered

“You would look great in one.,” Ben paused, smiling. “Maybe I’ll get one, too.”

“That would be cool,” Erik replied,

They were silent for a while, enjoying the sun. Erik looked over and admired how Ben looked. Ben was not as tall as Erik, but he was more muscular. He had thick black hair and a really nice upper body. Much more defined than Erik. Erik felt a twinge of excitement pulse through his body. He never admitted to anyone, especially not Ben, that he liked the way Ben looked. It had not occurred to him that like himself, Ben also never seemed to have any interest in girls. Ben was feeling the same as he admired Erik’s long lean body in his clinging shorts. “Yes, he’d be fine in a Speedo” Ben thought to himself.

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On his way back home, Erik stopped at a local sports store, A&N Sports. He pulled his dry T Shirt on over his damp running shorts and carried his wallet in his hand. He had been in the store a million times over the years and never really noticed if they had any swim stuff. The bell chimed as he entered and a girl about his age at the counter asked if he needed help. Erik tugged at his damp shorts to make sure that they were not clinging.

“No, just killing some time.” he answered.

“You been running?” she asked

“Yeah,” Erik replied. “Ten miles down by the river.”

“Yup, your running shorts gave you away” she smiled. Erik smiled back, not saying anything. “You look like a runner, too.”

Erik wound his way alone through the store. He was about to give up when he found it. Near the fitting rooms was a small, stand alone rack with a Speedo logo at the top. Underneath the sign were four tiers of guys swimsuits exactly like what he was looking for. He felt the excitement surge through him. For the next ten minutes, Erik looked through each tier, finding his size, 28 waist, and pulling out the colors he liked.

“You a swimmer, too?” the young lady walked over.

“No, not really. Thinking about it” he added coyly. “Do I buy my same size?” he asked, feeling really stupid.

“Some guys do, but the serious swimmers get the next size smaller.” she replied. “If you don’t know, I’d just get your size.”

“Thanks” Erik replied.

“You can try them on, if you want. I’d be glad to even check the fit.” She added.

“Maybe,” Erik replied. He felt kind of weird about modeling the suit in front of her.

Erik settled on two. The first was a black and gold nylon suit. It was mostly black, but had gold on one side and gold that ran across the top of the front. He liked it because it was the colors of the university he was going to in the fall. The second was a red and white one that had a different material, made of nylon and lycra.

“We are just starting to get the lycra ones in,” the young lady added. “They fit different. Some guys don’t liked how they feel on. You should really try that one on.”

Erik blushed a bit. “Okay.” He went into the fitting room.

He had nothing on under his running shorts. He slipped them off and he grabbed the red and white lycra suit. Before he could even get it on, he felt himself get hard. Not just a little hard, he was full on hard. “Shit” he thought as he stood there. He decided he had to try to put the suit on. He pulled it up and did his best to get fit into it, but he was so hard he could not adjust himself into the suit. He could feel that the lycra suit clinged to him tightly. Erik waited a bit and thankfully his arousal eased enough that he was finally able to slide into the suit fully.

“How does it fit?” She asked from outside.

“Fine,” Erik replied. If only she knew, he thought to himself, looking in the tiny mirror at how he packed that suit. He swapped out for the black and gold, which had a totally different feel. He really liked it. Erik changed back into his running shorts. He was still pretty aroused, which was very obvious by how he filled out the shorts. He grabbed both suits and went out.

“I like both.” he said.

She offered that if he bought a third it would be half price. So he grabbed another one, a blue and gold lycra one off the rack in his size.

“You definitely got the body for these,” she said. She was clearly interested in him as she asked all the usual questions, including his name. Too bad Erik had no reciprocal interest.

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Erik raced up to his room. He could not wait to really try them back on. He shut and locked the door and stripped out of his shorts. He grabbed the black and gold pair and pulled it on. He looked down at himself in the suit. He loved how free he felt in it. He stood in front of the mirror and admired how it looked on him. His bulge was nicely displayed. He played with how he liked himself positioned in the suit. He liked the down position, but hated how it felt. He settled on up, maybe a bit to the side. He checked every angle, even holding up a small mirror to check how his butt looked. The feel of the tight suit made him get harder and harder until he was once again almost full on. Erik really liked how awesome he looked erect in the suit, his bulging front massive.

Erik slipped off the black and gold and pulled on the navy and gold. He immediately felt the difference in the fit and smiled at the way the lycra wrapped around him. The house was quiet. Erik was sure he was the only one home, so he opened his room door and went to the bathroom where he could get a better view. “This is so hot,” Erik thought. He was enjoying the look of himself in the suit. He was aroused and he was gently sliding his hand across himself, enjoying the sensation of his state. He didn’t want to go too far, but he liked how he looked all snug inside the blue lycra, the top of his bulge pressing into the gold band at the top, the drawstrings the only thing keeping him inside it. He was giving himself and the material quite a workout.

A noise behind him startled Erik. Erik froze, knowing someone was there. He turned to see Dylan standing there in the open doorway.

“What are you doing?” Dylan asked with a grin.

“Oh, just trying on this new swimsuit,” Erik replied trying to make light of it. He knew he was caught, not only in a new swimsuit, but also making himself excited. “I thought no one was home.”

“Looks like it fits you pretty well” Dylan replied. “Just don’t go getting all horned up over some girl while you wear it. Like you are now.” Dylan smirked

“Shut up,” Erik replied as he grabbed the first towel he could reach.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” Dylan replied as Erik pushed by.

Back in his room, Erik didn’t finish what he started. He grabbed some shorts and threw them on over the suit. He had to get out mowing lawns. He would enjoy the feel of the suit on him under the shorts. He could not wait for a real chance to wear it to the beach or a pool. Maybe he could get Ben to join him.

To be continued.....

[Swimmboy]

Nice - loving this new storyline!

[afewgoodmen]

Definetely enjoying this story!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Always great to hear from long time readers like Solar and Swimm. Love to hear from new readers, such as Afewgood.... Thanks for the kind words. STS

[a speedo minded guy]

I love it. Your stories seem to get better and better. Glad u are writing here again. It's been really quiet since summer.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The problem with not finishing what he started was it left Erik feeling like he needed some release. Still feeling like he wanted more, Erik gave in to the demands of work and loaded his lawn mower into the back of his AMC Gremlin, along with a gas can and trimmers. He had five lawns to do that day and it was going to be hot, highs above 90. He packed a cooler with water and soda and a couple sandwiches. He had on a T shirt and nylon running shorts over the blue Speedo suit he was wearing. He would quickly shed the shirt.

“I am really sorry about what just happened,” Dylan came out and said as Eric was finishing the car. “We all do that stuff and I should have just quietly walked away.” Dylan added.

“No big deal,” Erik said. He and Dylan gave each other a quick hug. They could never stay mad long. As brothers went, they were more affectionate than most, but in a truly pure and wholesome way.

“By the way, I like your new swimsuit,” Dylan added. “And I am being serious.”

“Thanks,” Erik replied with a big smile.

Through the first three lawns Erik really wanted to get rid of the shorts. He could feel the suit on underneath and it was driving him wild. Finally at 1:00 PM he decided to take a lunch break. There was a park nearby where he would go running on some of the trails. He opted to head over there and have lunch. It did not have a pool or lake, but maybe he could find a spot to sit in the sun and get off the shorts.

Erik parked in the farthest lot in and found an area where there was a picnic table in the sun. He grabbed his cooler and headed over. It was just him, the other folks opted for the earlier parking areas. He knew this spot because the five mile trail started nearby. He knew that in the mid-day heat no one would be running. He sat at the table and ate his first sandwich and downed a can of soda. He had not amassed the courage to shed the shorts and was starting to convince himself it was a stupid idea. He had all the reasons why, he had no towel, it was hot, he’d look weird. Erik was about to pack it in when a surge of courage took control. He also had an idea.

“F--k it,” he thought. He slid off the shorts, climbed up onto the table and laid back, putting his shorts under where his suit met the table so he would not pull the fabric with the wood. He decided to position himself downward, forming a nice mound, he was still feeling the effects f his unfinished business from earlier. He laid back and closed his eyes. Not the most comfortable position, but at least he was doing it. And he liked the freedom he felt. All the while still a lot self conscious, and still really sexually charged, which caused his mound to swell to a more prominent bulge, the lycra outlining his anatomy as it wrapped between his legs.

Despite his need to just get on with his day, Erik stayed there for twenty or so minutes when he heard a car crunching the gravel lot. “Crap,” Erik thought. He decided to just stay there and act like it was no big deal. The car stopped and he heard a door open. Whoever it was, they were getting out. He listed as the footsteps walked across the gravel, but then they seemed to end. “Must be a walker heading to the trail,” Erik assumed.

“Nice day for laying out,” a male voice came out of nowhere,

Erik looked up to see the park ranger standing there. Not really a ranger, more like a park volunteer. But he had a cap that said “Ranger.” He was an older guy, probably 50 or so Erik figured. “Yeah, it is, a bit hot thought,” Erik replied.

“Look, I hate to bother you, you seem to be all relaxed, but I need you to do me a big favor,” the Ranger said.

“Sure”

“You can lay in the sun, but you can’t lay on the tables. I know it seems stupid, but that is the rules”

“Oh, sure, sorry,” Erik answered. He stood up and climbed off the table.

“There is a nice grassy area up there,” the Ranger pointed. “Probably more comfortable, too.”

“Okay, thanks,” Erik replied.

“Enjoy the day,” and the Ranger walked off.

Erik jumped off the table, held onto his shorts, grabbed his cooler and headed back to his car. He was proud of himself for staying. He got to the car and put his cooler on the floor of the passenger side front. He tossed his shorts on the seat and walked back around and got in. He buckled up and drove off to his next lawn to mow. He’d put the shorts on when he got there. Right now he was enjoying his being daring.
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Finally, it was the last yard. Erik always saved this as his last of the day. It was the a good family friend, the Cranmores. They has an amazing back yard with a built in pool. Mrs. Cranmore always left a towel out for Erik on mow day so he could jump in the pool. She usually would then come out with lemonade and snacks. Not the fake powder lemonade, the real thing. The only rule she had was that he had to rinse off with the hose before getting in. This week they were on vacation up in Maine, a trip they did several times each Summer. They had an awesome lake home up there. It was a hike, but Mr. C was a pilot and he would land right on the lake. They took Dylan and Erik last year, as they did not have children of their own. Erik smiled at the memories.

Erik quickly finished the front yard, including the trimming and sweeping. Usually he saved trimming and sweeping for after the whole yard was done, but today he had a different plan. Satisfied, he pushed the mower to the back. He unlocked the gate and entered the yard. It was totally private. A tall stockade fence blocked all views, but was redundant as there was not a house around them in back. Erik took off his shorts and threw them over the fence post. He grabbed the garden hose and rinsed off and jumped in the pool.

“Now I know why swimmers wear these,” Erik immediately thought as he felt the freedom of the water hitting all the uncovered parts of his body. No shorts floating around or filling with air. He really could not describe the feeling, but he liked it. It was like he was almost naked, which he really was, but for that 3 inch band of lycra. He took his hand and rubbed himself, feeling his bulge in the water. It was exhilarating and erotic. His youthful body quickly responded.

“Don’t get started, you got a lawn to finish” Eric thought to himself. He got out of the pool, admired how the suit clung to him almost as much as his running shorts did in water.

“Thanks Mrs. C,” he thought as he chuckled. She had remembered to place a giant beach towel and a small bag of cooked in a plastic bag on the lounger.

“Thanks Erik,” she wrote on the note. “Hope these are dry. Enjoy the cookies. You such a nice young man. Say hi to your family”

“She is so sweet” Erik thought.

Erik slipped back on his shoes, but left the shorts hanging. He looked around and felt totally secluded. He pulled the mower starter and began weaving his way through the yard, wearing nothing but shoes and his Navy and Gold swimsuit. He loved it. He was practically erect as he did it. Erik wound his way around the yard, stopping a couple times to hose himself down, letting the cold water wash over him and run down his chest and across his suit. He watched as the water parted around his bulge and ran a stream down both legs.

Erik mowed behind the shed. He was back there for several minutes, totally hidden. Erik took a little extra time back there to feel himself in the tight, damp suit. He rubbed his hand across the front and gently massaged himself until he was rock hard. He thought about going all the way, but instead he just wanted to tease himself. He resumed mowing and crossed back from behind the shed. As he did, he looked over to see Ben standing by the pool.

“Holy crap, dude” Ben said as he saw Erik. “What are you doing?”

Erik froze, speechless. Whatever aroused state he was in quickly disappeared. He finally responded, “It’s hot, so I have been jumping in and out of the pool.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Ben replied. “You sure wasted no time getting a Speedo. You look great in it, even if you are mowing the lawn.”

Erik went over to grab his shorts. He wasn’t sure what to do and he was trying to figure out Ben’s reaction. He pulled the shorts off the post when Ben stopped him.

“Dude, it’s fine, you can leave the shorts off,” Ben encouraged Erik. “I mean I wasn’t expecting to see you mowing the lawn in a blue Speedo, but hey…” Ben trailed off with a shrug. Ben actually liked what he saw, and he could feel himself responding to it. “I was driving by and saw your car, thought I’d swing in and see if you want to hang out later.”

“Hey, I am almost done and they are not home. They don’t mind if I jump in the pool. Want to hang tight for a few and we can take a swim?” Erik asked.

“I don’t have anything to swim in” Ben replied. “I’d actually love to.”

“You got your running bag? Throw on a pair of running shorts. You can change back here, it’s really private.”

Ben stood there, looking at Erik. It was an awkward pause as Ben debated what to do. Erik looked so cute, and practically naked. Ben was wearing his work uniform, blue cotton shorts that went almost to his knees and a white polo shirt with the logo of the country club where we he worked part time tending to golf carts and other odd jobs.

See continuation below...

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Ben was already in the pool when Erik finished up the sweeping. Ben stood along the wall watching Erik attentively as he zoomed about the yard, still clad only in the little blue and gold, almost yellow swimsuit. Between watching Erik and standing perfectly positioned in front of one of the pool jets, Ben was quite erotically stimulated. Erik leaped in off the diving board feet first into the eight foot end. While he was not a great swimmer, a simple push off the bottom and he was quickly in shallow water. Erik popped right up behind Ben and grabbed him around the waist.

“It’s time you got your head wet,” Ben commanded as he pulled Ben into the water. Ben’s light nylon running shorts floated up, exposing only the inner liner. The full side split seam gave the shorts little to hold them down.

“Okay, that’s it” said Ben playfully back as he emerged from the water. He grabbed Erik and pushed him under and the two began some rigorous horseplay, wrapping hands, legs and arms around each other as they tossed themselves about in the water. Each coping quick glances of each other under water. As they wrestled, Ben let his hand slide down and across the front of Erik’s suit, feeling the lycra wrapped bump in quick passes. Erik felt Ben’s hand slide across, but dismissed it as the perils of water wrestling.

They wrangled themselves into a corner, Erik tucked into the corner with Ben facing. Ben placed his arms on each side of Erik, trapping him into place. The two of them up against each other, but not quite touching. “I got you exactly where I want you” Ben proclaimed.

“Be gentle” Erik replied, smirking. “I’m just a skinny, helpless runner.”

“I am not so sure about that, Speedo man. You seem pretty strong to me”

Both of them secretly found the situation very arousing. Erik could feel himself growing inside the suit, but the tight material was holding him well in place. He slid his hand down and felt the top of him pushing hard against the tied waist. Likewise, Ben was also getting very aroused, but in his looser fitting shorts, he was expanding out to the front, tenting himself straight forward. Erik edged forward playing as if he was going to try to escape. As he did, Ben froze as Erik’s mid section touch up against the tenting of Ben’s shorts.

At first, Erik did not realize what he was feeling, but quickly he realized what was happening. Instead of pushing away, the two stayed against each other. Their bulging suit and shorts making direct contact. They both felt a surge of excitement mounting inside them. Erik wrapped his arms around Ben’s waist and pulled Ben into him. Ben did not fight it. The two embraced each other and held, every inch of their fronts pushing into each other. They gently rubbed against each other. Erik was so erect that the suit was forcing him into a sort of warped, erect position held back by the tightly tied waist. As his excitement grew, the bending strain intensified.

Ben started to shake slightly with growing arousal as he gently rubbed against Erik, the two of them both immersed in the feeling of each other and both very much turned on. Ben felt himself starting to reach a point of no return, as did Erik. Erik slid his hand down to adjust himself to allow his anatomy to stop bending outward like a bow. As Erik adjusted his position, his hand also rubbed against Ben. Ben was rock hard. Ben groaned.

“Oh man,” Erik whispered.

Ben suddenly realized the awkwardness of their situation. He quickly pushed away and swam under water across the pool.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” Ben said, caught somewhere between confused and mad. “I don’t know what just happened.”

Erik swam over and stood alongside Ben.

“It’s cool” Erik said. “I think we just got caught up in the moment.”

“Sorry,” Ben replied. “You looked so awesome in your new swimsuit. I guess you kind of turned me on.”

“I think we both turned each other on,” Erik said softly back.

“I guess I am kind of confused right now,” Ben replied, on the verge of tears. “I just don’t know. I don‘t want to f..k up our friendship”

“It won’t,” Erik whispered in Ben’s ear. “It really won’t.”

To be continued