The Holiday Classic Meet

[a speedo minded guy]

Wow, what a story. Please continue, my speedo getting very tight and might explode soon.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Thanks Speedo Minded, I truly appreciate the enouragement. Writing these takes time, knowing someone enjoys them is great incentive to go on.... STS

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The sun had just emerged as I woke to the sound of the surf. I looked out at the deserted beach. I was wearing my traditional boxer briefs and no shirt. The condo was quiet and Phillip was still sleeping. I decided to go out on the beach, so I lost the boxer briefs, slipped on a suit and pulled on a T shirt. I grabbed a bottle of water and quietly headed out. It was perfect morning. The temperature was pleasant and a gentle breeze seemed to be coming off the water. No one was out on the beach, except for a few walkers and a guy running. I am not a big morning runner, but that running looked so tempting. I took off my sandals and left them up against a deserted lifeguard stand. I looked both ways and decided to head to my left.

“Go for 20 minutes and then turn around” I thought as I started out. I love the feel of running on the beach. I took it easy at first as my muscles woke up. I am sure they were asking “wtf” I was doing. About fifteen minutes into the run, I decided to shed the shirt, which I held in my hand the rest of the run. I picked up the pace a bit and was feeling really good. Surprisingly good for hating morning runs, usually. But then this was the beach! The feel of the sweat rolling down my chest was great. I love the feel as my suit starts to get wet from my workout. At twenty minutes I decided to run another ten minutes out.

A runner ahead was coming the other way. I tried to judge our pace, wondering who was faster. As he got close he was wearing no shirt, and had on the real short running shorts serious runners wear. He looked hot, both from running and from looks. I guessed he was my age, probably also on break. “Fantastic day for a run” he said as we passed. “Sure is,” I replied. I bet he would look hot if he had on a swim team suit, I thought.

By the time I got back, a few more people were on the beach, but not many. I was wet from sweat, and my back was coated in sand that flew up from my legs as I ran. I stopped and walked a bit at the finish, throwing my shirt up on the same lifeguard stand that held my sandals. I charged into the water to cool off and get the sweat off. A few guys were already out with surf boards. As I came out of the water an older couple I had passed while running were passing again.

“You are quite the runner,” the man said. As they stopped to chat. It must have been a funny picture, they were in full clothing, coffee cups in hand and there I was in just my wet blue and red Speedo, clinging to me. We got into this whole discussion on running and swimming. By the time they left, they knew my whole story and I knew theirs. The lady was sweet “Wear sunscreen” she said as she left. I assured her I would.

Phillip was up and had coffee. He was on the balcony watching as I grabbed my sandals and walked up toward the condo. “Look at you” he said as I got close, “you’re up early.” I stopped and looked up at him. He looked hot as heck. He had on flannel ‘jama pants and no shirt. “I’ll get you some coffee, come on in” I threw on my shirt and made my way in.

As I came in, Phillip came over and grabbed me. He held me in front of him for a second, checking me out, then he wrapped his arms around me. “You looked so cute out there “ he said as he hugged me. He slid his leg between mine and I could feel his upper thigh against my bulge. The reaction was immediate. We held there for a long time. It was so romantic. As we separated, there was no hiding my state of arousal. “Looks like the cold water has worn off,” Phillip said as he handed me the coffee.

We went back on the balcony. The sun was casting the balcony in rays of bright yellow. I took my shirt back off and stood against the rail. Phillip stood behind me, his hand on my upper back. We took it all in and each other.

“Will you be up for another run on the beach later?” Phillip asked. “I was hoping we could.”

“Absolutely,” I smiled. He smiled back. It was truly one of those connecting smiles between us. I knew right then this was going to be a great week. We never changed as we ate a quick breakfast, him in his flannels and me in my swim suit. Afterwards, I grabbed the dishes and took them into the kitchen “Hey, go get changed and lets hit that hot tub, again” I said. He came in as I was filling the water in the sink to wash up the dishes.

“I don’t know, I might like watching you do chores in your Speedo,” he said as he rubbed his chest and stomach. I wasn’t sure, but his pants looked like he might have been more than just interested. “Does your team know you sport a Speedo for housework?” Phillip said as he grabbed my waist. I turned and faced him, suds on my hands. I threw some suds on his chest. That led to yet another embrace, which confirmed my earlier thought about what was hidden inside his flannel pants. I don’t think either of us was really sure what to do at that point. We were just discovering each other, and ourselves. So, we kind of let it go. Still, it was as hot a moment as I had ever had to that point. Phillip went to change and I finished the dishes, and splashed some cold water on myself.

“Hey, I’m ditching the shorts,” Phillip said as he emerged in a green and black print Tyr. “I’m kind of nervous about it,” he added. His suit was the kind that had print on the front, but solid black on the rear. He looked hot. It was a pretty narrow cut and he fit the suit well. Maybe too well. I was not sure how I would get through the day without wanting to tackle him. I knew I was going to have to fight myself to stay presentable in my suit. At least, if my immediate reaction was any indication.

“You look really great,” I said. " You will have to beat me and every other guy and girl on the beach away."

Phillip smiled. He really did look awesome. Towels and a camera in hand, we ventured off to the rooftop….

Coming next: maybe the final chapter? .

[a speedo minded guy]

Wow, please continue. We need to hear what happens and I need some relief soon. You r really good as an author.

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, we await with loaded pistol for the next chapter in this series. Please continue

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Working on it...anyone else ready for the next segment?

[Lap Counter]

Originally Posted by SwimTeamSpeedo

Working on it...anyone else ready for the next segment?

Like a dog in heat! Give it up.

[Crail]

What a great story and great writing!!! I like a story that develops slowly with enticing narrative. It is so much better than what I call "Wham, Bam, Thank you, Sam"

Thanks, thanks and thanks again.

[Byron]

Quite agree - such good writing deserves a wider audience - but on second thoughts keep it for the priveliged few on speedoboard.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Thanks guys.... Crail, great to hear from you. Starting in HS I kept a diary of my swim team experiences. I am amazed that I was actually pretty diligent about making daily entries. I have about a dozen spiral notebooks that cover about 8 years. At first it was about practice, but then it got to be more about lots of things. It is fun to now read them and see what I was thinking about, and in some cases what was turning me on. I also got all my old swim times, which is really cool. This diary is where I get my story lines.