First Summer....

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

With Dylan close enough in, Brad turned the boat to the left and worked his way close enough in to anchor the vessel in shallow water. He rotated the bow out toward the deeper water and tossed the anchor over the front rail, exactly correct to Coast Guard procedure. Once he was sure the anchor was caught on the soft lakebed, he let the boat drift back until the line had no slack to make sure the boat was firmly held. Rex watched patiently, as Brad went through the process of anchoring the boat. Rex knew it was his turn to get wet. All set, Brad retied his swimsuit, adjusted himself inside it, and looked out and admired the cute guys he was about to go play with.

Ben and Erik cheered Dylan the last hundred feet or so, standing in water that got just about to their crotches. Dylan’s stroke had gone totally to hell, the effect of being tired after the long swim. He swam until his hands hit bottom on his arm strokes, at which point he stopped. He had actually gone past the guys, and rose to find himself in only about two feet of water. The bottom was a collection of silt and small gravel, a little coarse on the feet. As he stood he tugged the material of his swimsuit away from his anatomy, but it did not really matter. Like his brother and Ben, he was about as big as a small acorn, the shrinkage effect of the water washed away any sign of a manly bulge. No one really cared… it was time to celebrate his achievement.

“Awesome swim, bro,” Erik said as he grabbed his brother in a full body hug. “You did great,” he added. The two brothers held each other and bounced in a manly hug for several minutes. It was a true expression of the deep bond they had. Their relationship was more than just two brothers, it was beyond that. They were deeply close, and shared their most confidential of secrets. Nothing ever was held back for long between them. And they never judged each other. It was total support, expressed now in a deep hug most would have called weird for two male siblings. They just didn’t understand how much Dylan and Erik were soul mates.

“Thanks so much, Little Bro,” Dylan had said back in the hug. But that was not what caused them to stay held so long. It was what was said next. “I’m glad you found Ben, and I am totally okay with who you are,” Dylan had whispered. The hug was held long because Dylan felt Erik’s release of emotion. Dylan would always be his brother’s shoulder, even when it meant holding him in cries of happiness and relief. Erik hugged his brother tight and thanked him deeply for his support. He needed to know it was okay, his brother’s relationship was that important. Who knew it would be sealed in waist deep water after a long swim. Ben smiled as the two guys embraced.

“You can be the straight guy, and I’ll be the color commentator,” Erik said between them in humor as they released each other. A little laughter was exactly what they needed.

“Actually, I need to find where I left my balls,” Dylan said, louder so all could hear. All three guys laughed.

Rex gracefully jumped into the water from the boat, his front paws out forward, his back feet slightly tucked. No one knew if there was a correct form for dog dives, but Rex sure looked like there was. Rex loved the water, probably because he grew from a puppy on the lake. Brad tossed a floating ball, which Rex dutifully swam after.

“Damn, he is pretty fast,” Ben said, as he rubbed his anatomy to get warmth back between his legs. The sheerness of his yellow suit had faded back to opaque.

“Yes, he is,” Erik replied. He reached out to Rex as he swam over with the ball. Rex was a free opportunity player. He swam to the nearest human willing to play. Erik tossed the ball out into the water, watching as Rex swam after it again.

“You guys were amazing,” Brad yelled as he walked over to them. Unlike the rest, his suit was the only one that still sported a man-size package, although Ben’s self-administered hand job was bringing his back to life. The orange and yellow southwestern print really stood out in the water, and looked more intense when wet. In fact, he looked amazingly good. Even Dylan was lured into admiring looks at Brad, especially his physique enveloped in that sweet and sexy swimsuit. Dylan felt a stir in his groin, one he normally only felt when he saw a cute girl. “Later, you get to swim back,” Brad added as he got close.

“Um, No,” Dylan replied. “That’s your turn…” he faded off in a teasing smirk.

The sun was high in the sky now, and the small beach was empty, as was this whole end of the lake. They had at least two hours to soak in rays and have fun before they needed to head back to Jack and MaryBeth’s. Brad went back to the boat and grabbed two giant blankets and some towels. He kept a supply in the boat for just a day like this. The four swimsuit clad guys spread them out on the beach, occasionally stopping to through the toy for Rex, who was still waning to play. The attention to detail was impressive, checking the sun and setting themselves to take fullest advantage. All ready, they each took a position. Luckily it was past black fly season, the lake swarmed with dragon flies (the sure sign of the end of black fly season). A pair of loons swam out in front of them in the lake, the mom carrying a baby loon on her back.

“Look at that,” Brad whispered. “They rarely get that close with child,” he added. The little loon was a small hump on the back of mom, just its tiny head really visible. “Wish I had binoculars,” Brad added. “Must have a nest nearby.” Brad loved Loons, in fact if you live in Northern Maine, it is genetic in you to admire the fascinating creatures. The four guys stood, watching the loon couple swim in the water, occasionally diving for fish. Even Rex stood still. It would have been a perfect picture of the softer side of males, four athletic guys, all nearly naked in tiny swim briefs quietly watching nature.

Ben and Erik took up positions on the yellow blanket, Ben on a Boston Red Sox towel, Erik on a blue beach towel with fish images on it. They laid close to each other. Their bodies, now warmed to normal, were showing the rise of an intrigued male sexual response going on between them, not erect, but certainly not soft, either. Dylan and Brad took he blue blanked, but they laid arm’s length apart. Brad had folded the sides of his suit to expose more of his leg, making himself look as if he was wearing a true bikini. Dylan laid back next to him. Dylan’s body was stirring with interest, a feeling that confused him. Rex found a spot under a nearby tree, his tow safely between his front paws.

“This is peaceful,” Ben said to anyone listening. “We are all alone here.”

“Yeah, it is awesome,” Erik replied. “We could lay out naked,” he added, he gave Ben a teasing rub as he said it.

“We sure could,” Brad answered, “Want to?”

“Heck, we are already almost naked,” Dylan added.

The whole naked idea faded without action, despite real interest in at least two of the four. Ben and Erik were quick to take each other’s hands as they lad quietly. Neither was really interested in a deep romantic event, rather they just wanted to enjoy the peacefulness of each other in this moment in the sun. Ben admired Erik’s sweetness and eyes his handsome body. Just thirty minutes ago, their manhood had hidden deep inside their bodies, but not it was on full display, blooming lie a flower emerging from a cold night to a warm day. Erik rolled over and gave Ben a soft kiss. They smiled at each other. Their eyes locking.

Dylan felt himself grow inside the tiny suit and watched as his suit rose up like a giant mound, holding his anatomy tightly inside. He had gotten erections at the wrong time with cute girls before, hidden inside his shorts, jeans or swimsuits, but never with a guy. Well, he didn’t really count last night. Brad could not help but notice that Dylan’s suit seemed to be swelling rapidly. Brad was not far behind and seeing Dylan getting erect was lighting the fire inside Brad. He slid his hand over and took Dylan’s. Dylan did not pull away. Brad rubbed up Dylan’s forearm and patted his pecs. Dylan smiled at Brad, almost as if he was inviting more. For the moment, they stopped with that, and, of course, their now dual erect anatomy. “”Just exploring,” Dylan thought to himself. “It’s okay, I am just exploring.”