On the Lake

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Three beers into the afternoon, Kelly and I faded into groggy slumber. We laid side by side on the soft padded loungers, the ripple of the waves on the lake making a peaceful sleep melody. We had only met two days ago, but I felt an amazing comfort being with Kelly. I was being who I was, it was refreshingly honest. Already, we had confided in each other deeper than most relationships. Beyond that, he was cute in ways I had never contemplated before. My perfect guy was going to be a swimmer, muscular and defined, wear no swimwear other than briefs or less, and have the most amazing bulge. Kelly met a small portion of the dream list, magically hitting all the buttons at the same time.

A hand gently landed on my very upper leg. Kelly softly rubbed along my upper quads, his touch masculine, but gentle. My first instinct was to take his hand in mine, but I held back, letting him explore with his sensual touch. "You have really strong legs," Kelly said. "Must be all the swimming. Pure muscle," his hand had ventured higher, reaching the leg opening of my wild print Hard Core swimsuit. The back side the white background gave way to a crazy skull like image. A daringly youthful print on such an older, more mature body. His hand ventured along my leg upending, teasing me.

"Thank you," I replied. "We are an equal match in muscular legs." I slipped my arm under his and felt along the outer edge of his quads. When I got to the side split of his shorts, my hand slid through the open seam, feeling the speedo like inner brief. Kelly slid his leg Ben at the knee, an open invite to explore more. I accepted his offer. He was very aroused, and under the mask of the outer short, I had full run to massage every part of him.

"You have to finish what you start," Kelly responded.

"I fully intend to," I replied. With that I took him in my hand, feeling his body grow fully aroused and powerfully erect. He felt me do the same.

"Oh damn, that feels good," Kelly whispered. He was making small groans as he worked himself in my hand. It was more than his shorts could handle, my hand inside working him in his erect state. First, the seams of the nylon brief split open, followed by the seams of the shorts. I hesitated. "Keep going," Kelly pleaded.

"Your shorts are toast,". I replied.

"So am I," Kelly moaned. "Oh gawd..."

When it was all over, Kelly laid breathless. Sweat was beaded on his forehead and chest. His release was coated all over his abs and the shorts, what was left of them. "Guess we ruined these shorts," he said with a guilty grin.

"You were fun to watch," I replied. "It was worth it, plus I can rig you up." We never finished my side of the joyride, which was only going to make for a better time. "Once I get you in a swimsuit," I thought to myself.

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Peter leapt up, making a frantic dash into the cold ocean water just as the first powerful release shot through his green and yellow suit. He didn't stop running until he was waist deep in the frigid water of the North Atlantic. The chill almost immediately stopped his orgasmic releases, but a weird pain shot through his testicals and crotch, not painful, but more of a pinch. He stood in the Ayer and rubbed his hand between hid legs, the pinching subsided but a strange sensation, almost a pressure remained. He let the waves roll over him as he dove through them, washing out what release did occur. Despite several minutes in the water, his erection never let up. He was still hard as a rock.

"It will go down," he thought. After ten more minutes he was getting cold, so he headed back to the warm sun and blanket, despite the very prominent display of masculine anatomy he was sporting in the tight suit.

"Are you okay?" Alaina asked, noticing that he was still very large in the tight suit.

"Yeah, you just got me way worked up," Peter said. He flopped down on his front, a strange feeling still menacing his manhood. "I just need to lay here for a few minutes."

"This is nice," Alaina said as she rubbed his shoulder. She had no idea the fear Peter was feeling, he had never had a boner that didn't go down in cold water. He had never felt this way before. As he laid, the pressure of his erection was getting stronger, not easier. Peter closed his eyes and tried to think of other things. He pressed his hardness into the sand, "Maybe I just need to shoot off," he thought to himself, but despite trying he couldn't even get himself to do it. He let out a big sigh. Another twinge of pressure shot through from his balls. He twitched at the feeling.

"What am I going to do," Peter thought to himself. He was so hard, he felt like he wanted to explode, the tip of him tingling with intense desire. He slipped his hand under his body, feeling himself. He was so intensely hard. He formed a spot in the sand for his man parts to fit in. "What if it doesn't go down," Peter thought as he laid there trapped with a raging erection in a very tight and tiny swimsuit. He would admit to himself later that the feeling was rather erotic, but not right now. He let out another big sigh, and put his head down.

"Let's go for a walk," Alaina announced after they had laid there an hour. Peter was still front down in the sand, he had drifted into a soft sleep. She reached over and rubbed his back.

"Um, yeah, sure," Peter replied. He was relieved that while he slept he had returned to a less erect state, but he was still feeling very aroused, his body wanting to finish what was so very close earlier. He rolled over, the front of his suit was wet from the release of trapped orgasm as he slept, a giant wet spot where his hard anatomy once was. Alaina noticed it, but said nothing. "Maybe I better go in the water first," Peter said.

"No, let's sit for a minute," Alaina said. Peter was bent at the waist, his legs straight out in a slight V shape. Alaina was sitting more upright on bent knees. She put her hand between Peter's legs, rubbing him right up to his swimsuit. In his very horny state, he grew instantly hard. Alaina checked to see that no one was watching, then she placed her hand right onto Peter's bulging suit and massaged along his erection, which was pointed toward his right hip.

"Alaina, we are on a beach," Peter said softly. He could feel that he was already right back to the edge, the juices flowing inside him.

"Nobody is watching," Alaina replied. "Just relax."

The climax happened so fast Peter had no hope of stopping it. Alaina held him as she felt his powerful releases, several of them. Peter had fallen back to laying flat as the eruption started, each powerful pulsation thrusting from his hips. She gently let go of him as the softer thrusts pushed out the last of his volcanic release.

"I told you..." Alaina teased. "Now you can go in the water."

"Thank you," Peter said. "Come in with me."

"Only to my knees, no deeper in this swimsuit," Alaina replied. The two headed for the salty surf. Peter started getting aroused at the thought of Alaina wet in her swimsuit. He took her hand and led them to the water.

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"That feels better," Kelly said as he emerged from the shower wrapped in the deep purple bath towel. A slight bump was formed in the towel where his loose anatomy dangled. His hair was still ruffled by the water. He looked very sensual. I had not changed yet, so I was still in my swimsuit, and it showed my reaction to Kelly as he stood in front of me. Our eyes met and we had a brief moment of deep connection. Ashland broke it by nuzzling his head into Kelly's towel, a trick only a curious dog could get away with.

"Ashland! Kelly doesn't want you in there." We both laughed.

"He's just checking me out," Kelly responded, seemingly unfazed by the whole thing. He reached down and gave Ashland a rub on his shoulder.

"So, lets get you something to wear," I suggested. Kelly's waist was two inches bigger than mine so my options were limited. Off my master bedroom is a sliding barn door made from an original door that once hung on the old wood barn at the farm. I slid it open to lead us up the wide pine staircase that lead to the over garage bonus room. "This is my hideaway," I explained. "I come up here to read, write, and just hang out." The walls were a collection of sports memories, mostly from my swim team era, including the framed swim suit I wore for my last high school meet. I opened a closet door to reveal my collection of swimwear, about 150 suits all on hangars and a few small totes of extras and surplus team suits from my coaching days. Other than a handful of jammers, none longer than a square cut.

"Holy crap, batman, that's a sh.tload of swimsuits," Kelly exclaimed. I guess it is a bit overwhelming.

"Yeah, it is weird, but some dudes like shoes, I like swimwear," I replied. "And this does not include the ones that have made their way to my dresser from my daily swims. I bet that is another 25."

"You could open a swim shop," Kelly replied. "They are so organized!" he added. I had them grouped by brand, but for the top bar which were suits that had special meaning, such as college team, AAU, etc. with a few exceptions I still had at least one of every team suit I wore. Some were now far too small to wear because they dated back to pre high school days.

"I wish I still had my very first swim team suit," I observed. As we talked I had pulled out two jammers, a couple pairs of Funky Trunks square cuts, and an assortment of swim briefs. I also grabbed three new suits from my various extra team suits from the teams I coached. "These should get you started," I said as I headed over to the pub table and laid them all out.