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!