First Summer....

[solarguy]

As usual, thanks for all the hard work you put into your stories! This story is so enjoyable to follow along with!

[Swimmboy]

Keep up the great writing - the story is so fun to read!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Any of you guys like to swim?” Jack asked as they made their way down the lake on the Pontoon boat. He was still in the red print Arena suit, a tank top and sandals. Not an ounce of excess fat on his tall, lean body. The boat was cruising at a slow and leisurely pace along the shore of the ten mile long lake. “You all look like you swim,” he added. Ben and Erik were sitting up front, while Dylan was back near the engine. MaryBeth sat on the lounger nearest Jack.

“Not really,” Erik replied.

They each were drinking a cold beer, while MaryBeth had a glass of wine in a plastic cup. The guys admired the wide open lake with little development along the shore. Jack slowed the engine to idle and cut the motor. The boat came to a float. They were about ¼ mile off the coast.

“It’s really fun to jump in out here,” Jack suggested as he opened the side gate of the boat. The Maine water was crisp, about 65 degrees this time of year, maybe even cooler out in the middle. Far colder than Virginia. Erik and Ben both jumped in, as well. It was deep, but the water was so clear that you could still make out the bottom. Dylan stayed on board.

“Sh.t it’s cold” Ben blurted out as they surfaced. “Oh, sorry,” he added, realizing his language. Everyone laughed.

“Welcome to the crown of Maine,” Jack replied.

Ben and Erik swam to the back of the boat and climbed back up the ladder. Their wet suits clinging to both of them, but the cold water had almost eliminated any sign of a bulge. “Dude, you shrunk to nothing,” Ben teased Erik as they got back on board, making MaryBeth chuckle.

Erik blushed, seeing MaryBeth. “Sorry, he can be a jerk sometimes,” he said.

“No worries,” she replied. She was looking at the two of them thinking he was right.

Jack jumped back on board after his quick dip and started the engine. “That was fun,” he said to anyone who would listen.

Ben and Jack grabbed two giant towels and threw them around themselves. MaryBeth opened a storage bin and threw them a blanket. “It gets cool when you’re all wet,” she said.

The guys spread the blanket over both of them. As the boat wound its way across the lake, the guys felt the warmth of the remaining sun on the blanket. Ben slid his hand over and rubbed Erik’s leg. Erik smiled, as he felt Ben’s hand slide up his upper leg, concealed by the blanket. Warmth started to reenter his anatomy, and he enjoyed the feeling of himself starting to reverse the shrinkage effect of the cold water. He took his own hand and laid it right on Ben’s swimsuit, holding Ben’s package in his palm. He could feel the outline of Ben in his hand, as he gently rubbed against him. Ben adjusted slightly, taking better advantage of Erik’s hand.

Jack slipped on a sweatshirt. As they wound their way back to the house, the five of them finished their drinks. MaryBeth watched Jack as he steered the boat. She loved the look of him in his swimsuits. She found him both very athletic looking and extremely sexy. She especially liked when he got a little aroused, which she tried to make happen whenever she could. If they guys were not here, she’d have him stop the boat and they’d be enjoying something under the blanket. “Oh well,” she thought. “This is nice, too. The guys are having fun.”

“Dude,” Erik whispered, as Ben started to really make him hard. Ben could feel that Erik was really enjoying what he was doing to him. “Later,” he added. Ben smiled back and eased up on the activity. Erik had already stopped teasing Ben, knowing they would have to remove the blanket when they got to the dock. For Erik, it was already too late, he was rock hard.

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Erik heard some noise in the house. He looked at his clock and it was just past five in the morning. The sun was already up, typical of being this far north and east. He could smell coffee brewing and heard the back door open. Ben was still sound asleep, snuggled under the covers. The air was crisp, probably high 50’s or low 60’s, he guessed. Curious, Erik slipped out from his bed, still wearing his bright red Speedo. The three guys fell asleep quickly the night before, Ben and Erik together in the guest room, Dylan took the loft. Erik adjusted himself, and quietly opened the bedroom door.

Jack was standing at the window looking at the lake. He also still had on the same swimsuit and Ben wondered if he had taken it off or just slept in it. He had googles in hand and a red swim cap. He turned, hearing Erik. He waived and whispered “Good Morning.” They both smiled at each other.

“Wow, you’re up early,” Jack said.

“Yeah, I guess the sun woke me.” Erik replied.

“I’m about to go swimming,” Jack explained. “My morning ritual up here.” Erik remembered that from last year.

“Isn’t that water cold?” Erik asked.

“It is when you get in, but once I get going….” Jack trailed off. He grabbed his towel and headed out the door.

Erik watched as Jack ventured out in the water beyond the dock to where the water was up to his chest. Jack then stood, adjusted his googles and put his cap on. He was quickly face down in the water. He swam out a little further to deeper water and then started following the shore as he headed east, his bright red cap visible as he made his way. The lake was like glass, not a ripple in the water.

Erik grabbed some coffee and walked out onto the deck. While the air was cool, the morning sun felt great. He adjusted a lounger to face the east rising sun and sat down. He grabbed a long towel and laid it over him to block the cool breeze. As he sat, he watched Jack, now pretty far down the lake. Several hundred feet down, he saw two young guys walk out onto the dock and wave at Jack as he passed. Erik wondered if Jack saw them. He could tell they were in swimsuits, but the distance absorbed the details. Just after Jack passed by the two boys went back toward the shore. They looked to be mid-teens. Shortly after, Erik heard a car start as Zach, Ryan and Ryan’s dad headed to swim practice. It was an everyday ritual.

“I wish I could swim like that,” Erik thought, admiring Jack’s ability. “Maybe one day.”
Erik closed his eyes and was soon in a light sleep, interrupted only by the occasional outcry of a distant Loon on the lake. Mary Beth was up and watched Erik through the kitchen window and smiled. “He was the early riser last year, too,” she thought. She had just thrown a batch of muffins in the oven. She stood at the window admiring the lake and watched as a canoe passed by. The sound of the canoe woke Erik. He looked out and waved as the two folks in the canoe waved back. He tossed the towel aside and laid back, absorbing the sun, now in just the red swimsuit. It had been almost an hour since Jack set off on his swim.

Mary Beth noticed Erik awake and grabbed a couple hot muffins and some orange juice. “Thought you might be ready for a snack.” She said as she came out onto the deck. “The other guys are still asleep,” she added. “Any sign of Jack, yet?”

“Not yet,” Erik added, grabbing a muffin. “Thank you.”

“Ben and you are really close,” she said as the two sat on the deck.

“Yeah, really good friends,” Erik replied. He sort of blushed with a cute smile.

“That is sweet,” she replied. She was hoping he would open up more. She had noticed them on the plane and the boat as being more affectionate to each other than just two guys. Like Dylan, she was sure there was more to the two of them than just friends. They chatted for at least half an hour, about everything from mowing lawns to college to girls.

“Oh, I see him,” Erik changed the subject, catching sight of Jack. “Wow, he can swim,” he added.

“Yeah, he’s a fanatic,” she replied. “Been that way as long as I have known him. He was a swimmer in college when we met.”

Jack bounded up the five steps to the deck. He had his towel wrapped around his shoulders, his suit clinging to him. For an older guy, his body looked youthful with well outlined pecs, his abs now tighter from the swim, and he was well endowed inside the suit. “I’m ready for some coffee,” he announced.

“You are amazing,” Erik offered. Jack smiled back.

“I’ll get you swimming,” Jack replied. “Got a fun day in mind,” he added.

Continue?....

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, I do love your stories. Please continue.

[Swimmboy]

It's funny - about half way through this latest chapter, you said about Erik - "it was too late, he was already rock hard." That's the same point in the story where I am rock h...well, you know! Yes, please continue. We've GOT to get Dylan in a Speedo - and who are the young teen guys he spotted farther down the lake? Hopefully a couple more swimmers in Speedos!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Ben was just waking when Erik went back into the guest room. Ben had uncovered, laying in just the swimsuit he had on last night. Erik sat on the bed next to him. And gave him a chest rub. Ben smiled at him with groggy eyes. He spread his legs a bit, enjoying the attention Erik was giving him.

“I love the colors in your swimsuit,” Erik said quietly as he continued to rub Ben’s chest. He wound his hand down and slowly traced each color in the suit with his fingers, calling them out as he did. The purple splash was most interesting because of its placement right in the center of the front. Ben twitched a little as Eric followed the purple all over the most responsive parts of him. It was sweet, romantic and erotic. They were both getting very aroused.

“You should see Jack swim,” Erik said as he explained what he had already done. “He is totally amazing; he was in that lake for way past an hour. No wonder he looks so fit.”

“Cool,” Ben replied. “Don’t stop,” he encouraged Erik to continue the color exploration.
Erik laid down next to Ben, head on his chest, and continued to explore the colors, occasionally wandering his hand off to other parts of Ben’s handsome body. Ben was totally getting aroused by the activity; Erik was enjoying watching him become erotically charged. The colors of his suit now stretched to fit his growing manhood, Erik continued to take Ben closer and closer to the explosive physical response that was coming within him. Erik’s hand lightly touching Ben as he wandered all over the front of his suit felt amazing for Ben. Erik slowly caressed across and along him following whatever trail a color made. Ben was growing rapidly inside the tight Lycra material in response to the gentle touch of Erik’s fingers.

“Dude, you got me so horny right now,” Ben whispered. “Oh, man.”

“You’re cute when you are horny,” Erik replied. In the background he could hear dishes clanking in the kitchen area. He also could hear Dylan’s voice. Ben was so into the moment he was unaware of the activity just outside the bedroom door.

“Oh wow, man” Ben said with sensual excitement. Erik rubbed all of Ben’s anatomy and kissed him on the chest. He played with Ben’s nipples with his other hand. This drove Ben wild. “I can’t stop,” Ben announced as he grew rock hard and felt the pressure build within him, rising up through his body. His suit’s stretch strength being fully tested. Ben struggled to hold back, not wanting to mess up his brand new suit, but he knew it was a battle he was going to lose.

“Go for it,” Erik said quietly as he kissed Ben’s chest again.

“Oh man,” Ben groaned, his own hand against the front of Ben’s suit. Between the play on his chest, the kisses and the sensation on his suit, Ben crossed the point of no return. He was as solid as a steel rod. He kept quietly moaning as he came closer and closer.

Erik felt the thrust against his hand as Ben reached the explosive moment he needed. “Oh wow,” Ben exclaimed as he continued to explode, soaking the entire front of his suit. He reached over and hugged Erik, feeling that Erik was totally aroused inside his tight red Speedo.

Just as Ben started to tease Erik, Dylan bounded into the room. Erik jumped up as Dylan came through the door. Ben, trapped in his soaking wet suit, quickly threw covers over himself. It was clear by Erik’s suit that he was extremely turned on, but the action would end there. He tried to somewhat hide his bulging front with his hands, without being obvious about it.

“Let’s get going,” Dylan commanded as he entered. He either did not notice that his brother was rock hard in his red Speedo or he just ignored it. “Looks like you are ready to swim,” Dylan said to Erik. “We need to get sleepy up,” he added as he tugged on Ben’s covers. Ben grabbed back at them, coming far too close to revealing that he had already been very much up.

“Okay dudes,” Dylan replied. “When you finish playing with each other in here, meet me outside.” With that he bounded back out of the room.

“That was close,” Ben said.

“Too close,” Erik replied with a grin. While he was still very much wanting to continue the action, he let it go.

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Erik swapped suits into the Stars and Stripes suit Ben and he both owned. Ben wrapped a towel around him and headed to the shower. While Ben was in the shower, cleaning himself and his swimsuit, Erik reconnected with Dylan on the dock. Dylan was hanging out sitting in the Pontoon boat. His hair was wet from a dive in the lake. Dylan had on a pair of swim shorts, blue and gold, that looked like the really short gym shorts of the day. Erik climbed up onto the Pontoon boat, fresh coffee in hand.

“Someone’s been in the lake,” Erik observed.

“Yeah, that water is cold,” Dylan replied. “You should go swimming, Speedo man,” Dylan added.

“Maybe later,” Erik replied.

The two brothers chatted about how awesome it was up at the lake. They plotted a day that was far too packed to accomplish, but fun to think about. First they would do some wave runner, followed by water skis, then maybe a game of water volleyball, the list went on and on.

“There he is,” Dylan yelled out as Ben emerged from the house. MaryBeth had loaded him with more food to bring out. Ben emerged in green, yellow and red print Speedo suit that he also bought just before the trip. Ben’s collection now slightly outnumbered Erik’s. Erik noticed the new suit immediately, but did not say anything. It fit Ben well, maybe a little tight, but he looked great in it.

Ben was more daring about the water. He set the food down and quickly threw on some goggles. He walked to the end of the dock and did a shallow dive into the lake. The cold water felt invigorating. He surfaced and swam out quite a ways before turning around and swimming back.

“Dudes, get in here,” Ben commanded from the lake. With that he flipped backward and rolled over, swimming aligned with the shore. He had picked a dock down the lake and decided to swim to it and back. It was the same dock Erik saw the two younger swimmers earlier. They had not yet returned from swim team practice.

“I never knew he could swim like that,” Erik said to Dylan.

“Yeah, he is pretty good,” Dylan replied.

They watched as he reached the dock, did a wide circle and started back toward them. They guessed it was a couple of football fields out where he made his turn. Dylan, the ultimate sports fan, measured everything in football fields. Erik then converted the math in his head to regular feet. That said, the calculation was between 600 and 900 feet, each way. Not far on swimmer standards, but impressive enough to the two brothers.

As Ben got closer, Erik donned his own goggles and jumped in. He started swimming towards him, the difference in their skills clearly showing. Ben’s strokes were long and graceful, while Erik looked less refined, almost like he was fighting the water. Ben breathed smoothly to the side, head never lifting out of the lake, Erik would raise his head up to breathe. They met about 150 feet away from the dock. In the clear water, Erik misjudged the depth, surprised when he was not able to stand. Ben treaded water as Erik struggled to regain his control.

“Dude, relax,” Ben said, watching Erik fight the lake.

“I suck at this,” Erik said. He was caught between frustration and jealousy. Despite their deep friendship, there was a slight bit of competition between Erik and Ben, all centered around their mutual sports. “But I’ll kick your ass running later,” Erik added.

“That’s it,” said Ben in reply as they both swam to shallow water and then started to wrestle each other. They carried on for several minutes, Ben getting a few erotic grabs at Erik in the process. Dylan jumped in and joined them, the three wrestling each other with no clear purpose. Ben grabbed Dylan’s shorts and yanked them downward. Dylan had not tied them, so they easily slipped down to his knees. Despite their adult ages, they still had times where they reverted to adolescent games and pranks. Dylan tried the same, but the tightly tied Speedo stayed firmly in place. Unsuccessful, he tackled Ben and pushed him under, Ben kicking back at him, by now Dylan’s shorts had completely come off. Erik tackled Dylan, pulling him off Ben, which then reversed the process and the two of them came after Erik. No one really winning, they finally stopped.

“Where are my shorts,” Dylan asked looking around the lake, standing in the water naked.

“Dude, you lost your pants,” Erik teased him.

“They must be floating somewhere,” Dylan replied, getting more concerned.

“I think we should get out now,” Ben said to Erik, provoking Dylan.

“This isn’t funny,” Dylan replied angrily.

After a search, they finally found the shorts on the bottom of the water. Dylan was freaked out that he might have been trapped naked in the lake. He was certain that the shorts had floated away or sunk and would never be found. He grabbed them and slipped them back on.

“Better tie them tighter,” Ben smirked as he said it.

Dylan, now more at ease and back in his shorts, laughed. “You wait, I’ll get you later,” he replied.

[a speedo minded guy]

Another wonderful chapter and love how the boys have really become close to one another. Please continue

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

It was the perfect Northern Maine afternoon, warm sun, gentle winds, and a mild chop on the water to give the wave runners enough bounce to be exciting. Erik and Ben shared one, while Dylan took out the other. Ben drove and Erik was mounted behind him. The guys screamed as the machine bounced through the waves and occasionally hit the wake of other boats. The two machines raced each other down the wide open lake, heading east. They topped out at just over 50 MPH as they zoomed into the wilderness section of the lake, a wide open area of totally undeveloped shoreline and virtually no boat traffic. Erik, who had been feeling amorous all day after the unfinished state of arousal in the morning, found the vibration of the wave runner titillating, compounded by sitting snug against Ben, his legs straddling the saddle seat and wrapping around Ben. Ben could feel Erik against him, which made the ride that much more fun.

Dylan waved to them to stop. The two boats came together in the middle of the lake. Erik put his hands in his crotch area to cover his erection showing bulge. “Hey, let’s go to the beach down at the end,” Dylan suggested. Dylan had changed from his swim shorts and was now wearing a pair of cranberry colored Birdwell Beach Britches, which were much like the board shorts of today, long on the legs and hung low on the hips. Despite the fact that they were so darn long, Ben actually thought Dylan looked cute in them.

“Cool,” Ben replied. Erik nodded agreement. Just as fast as they stopped, they were off again. It was a long ride down to the far end of the lake, but there was a small sandy shoreline. The guys slowed as they began to see the bottom of the lake rising up to greet them.

“I’d rather be here alone with you,” Erik whispered to Ben as the beach drew close. Ben smiled in silent agreement. Erik slid off the back of the wave runner into the water. He needed the cold water to do its magic on him. The lake was up to his chest. Unlike the rest of the lake, which was more rock bottom, this end was sandy with some large boulders mixed in. Erik rubbed himself as he stood on the sandy bottom, he was still sporting a solid erection. He hoped the water would cool his jets, so to speak.

Dylan pulled his wave runner into the shallow water. He grabbed a tie line and tied it to a tree on the shore. Ben followed his lead and did the same.

“Awesome beach,” Ben said to Dylan as the two headed back to the water.

“Yeah, it is pretty cool out here,” Dylan replied.

Erik was still in the deeper water, struggling to lose the evidence of his aroused state, which was hanging on despite the cold water. “Damn,” Erik thought as he felt himself stay as hard as ever. What he really needed was to get himself to a full release, but that was not likely to happen here. His body wanted what it wanted. It was going to be a long and hard afternoon. Ben in his Speedo was not helping the situation.

“Dude, stop playing with yourself and get over here,” Dylan called out.
“Shut up,” Erik yelled back. He headed toward shore. As he cleared the water, the wet suit clung to him like cellophane wrap, outlining his anatomy. He tugged on the front, pulling the tight material away from his body, but not before Ben had noticed and smiled. Erik pushed himself more to the side and glanced down at himself. He wanted so bad to lie out on the beach and let Ben have his way, in fact he needed to. Erik had an amazing ability to stay hard for a long time, which was great in the right situations, but was not working out so well right now.

Ben had pulled the two towels out of the storage compartment of the wave runner and laid them out on the sand. Dylan had done the same with his towel. All three towels were lined up, Erik’s was in the middle. Dylan was off wandering the shoreline, Ben was sitting on his towel, looking cute as ever.

“Man you amaze me,” Ben said as Erik got close. “If I was in that cold water, I’d have shrunk right up…” he trailed off looking at Erik’s enlarged package.

“I thought it would,” Bens said. “It won’t go down, it’s stuck hard,”

“Maybe I can help,” Ben replied. Sliding his hand up onto Erik’s upper leg.

“Oh man, not here, not with Dylan so close,” Erik replied, wishing he could let Ben live up to the offer. Erik flopped down on the towel, on his stomach. He felt his hard self pressed between his body and the sand. Ben took his hand and rubbed Erik’s shoulders and back while Dylan was off playing wilder beast hunter. Erik felt his body start to grow even more. He took his hand and dug a little indent into the sand to ease the pressure and give his anatomy some room, which it would quickly take.

“What’s with Dylan’s long shorts?” Ben asked as more of an observation.

“I know, so much for him in a Speedo, he’s going the other way,” Erik replied. “I didn’t know he had those, but he’s been taking about Birdies for a while.”

“They look cute on him, but they seem like they would suck for swimming and hanging out at the beach.” Ben added.

Ben’s hand rubbed Erik’s butt softly and he slid a coupled fingers down between his legs. Erik loved the sensation. “Dude, you’re gonna make me shoot off if you keep that up,” Erik whispered.

“Kind of the idea,” Ben replied.

“There is a neat trail over there,” Dylan said pointing to the south, as he stood at the spread of towels. The two guys had lost track of him and did not realize he was so close. Ben retracted his hand from Erik’s butt, which Dylan had not really noticed until he saw it move away “It looks like there are moose tracks over there, too,” Dylan continued, making no reference to the activities of Ben and Erik.

“Let’s check it out,” Ben said as he stood. He started walking back toward the trail as Erik got up. He was back to fully aroused, his suit looking like he stuffed a banana in it. He followed behind Ben and Dylan as they ventured to the trail, watching Ben’s cute butt as he walked ahead.

“This is pretty neat,” Erik said from behind. “Let’s follow it for a bit.” The three guys ventured up the trail, two in speedos and one in long nylon shorts down almost to his knees. Dylan was in front, Ben followed, then Erik, who spent most of the time watching Ben’s tight butt and muscular legs. Erik stayed aroused, his body trapped in a state of erotic response inside his tiny Stars and Stripes Speedo.

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[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Jack finished up a quick thirty minute swim, his second swim of the day. He had blue brief cut swimsuit with white stripes on the side. As he climbed from the lake, he grabbed his towel and dried off. The sun was starting to lower in the western sky, tucking down behind the low mountains of the woodlands to the west. Far back in the western woods was the Alligash Waterway, a well-known canoe and kayak route that brought tourists in from all over. Ben and Erik had just returned from a short five mile run along the lake. They were both still wearing the same swimsuits they had on all day, Erik in the Stars and Stripes, Ben in his green print. Thankfully, Erik’s aroused state had calmed down over the afternoon, but it was still lurking just below the surface. The two guys were as wet with sweat as Jack was with water. They both jumped in the lake.

Down the lake, Ben spotted the two younger swimmers, Zach and Ryan, on the dock, practicing dives into the water. The swimmers were wearing brief cut swimsuits and looked amazingly graceful as they dove off the end of the dock, swam out a bit and then returned to the dock to repeat the process. Ben pointed toward them and Erik nodded.

“Yeah, I saw them this morning.” Erik said.

“Watch them, they are really good,” Ben replied back.

“They are really good swimmers,” Jack added to the conversation. “They both are on local teams and we’ve been told they are best in state for their ages,” he added.

“Watch how well they dive,” Ben said.

“Those two are always in the water,” Jack said. “We are not sure they own any clothes other than swimsuits.”

Ryan noticed the guys watching Zach and him do their dives. He waved with his whole arm. The two of them continued their practice, working to improve the smoothness of their launches and reducing the splash as they hit the water. A bigger splash meant more resistance which resulted in lost time. Ben and Erik continued to watch as they repeated the process of diving several more times.

“You’ll get to meet them, we will have them over for a cookout later this week,” Jack added, before he continued on into the house.

Dylan was sitting on the deck reading “The Towering Inferno,” which was a best seller at the time. He had put on a polo shirt, but still has on the cranberry Birdwell shorts. He was deep into the book. Ben and Erik ventured into the lake. Ben had offered to teach Erik to breath with his head in the water. “It will really improve your swimming,” he had explained to Erik.

Erik listened intently as Ben explained correct breathing. Erik tried what Ben said, but he just wasn’t getting it. Despite demonstrations by Ben, Erik could not get the timing down.

“Let’s try a different approach, “ Ben said.

“Sorry, I am not getting this,” Erik replied.

“Let me hold you up in the water,” Ben explained. “Lie out flat,” he instructed. As Erik did, Ben slid his arms underneath, one supporting Erik’s chest, the other on the upper part of his legs. “Now lay your face into the water and rotate it to breath, but don’t lift it.”

Despite gulping a bunch of lake water on his failed attempts, Erik started to get the hang of it. He also enjoyed the feel of Ben holding him, but he kept is concentration on the breathing. Once Ben was satisfied that he had the technique down, he moved to phase two.

“Okay, now it gets harder,” Ben said as Eric stood back up. “We have to add the arms.” Ben demonstrated the breathe timing. “For now, we’ll just do one side,” he further explained. “I’m going to hold your feet, while you do the arms and breathe.”

It took a while, but Erik finally got his head wrapped around what he was supposed to do. “Damn, this is harder than it looks,” Erik said at one point, frustrated. His technique was by no means ready for prime time, but at least he was breathing more like a swimmer, his head staying fairly flat in the water. On the last round, Ben called out, “Kick,” as he let Erik free of the hold.

Erik swam about 50 feet and then stood up. He probably drank in a gallon of water, thankfully the lake was clean.

“Dude, now you just need to relax,” Ben explained. “You still fight the water.”

The competitive edge in Erik was getting fired up. He was not going to fail at this. With that he turned back around and started swimming.

“Relax,” he kept telling himself, as his mind went through the count, “stroke, stroke, breath…” It was as if a light bulb went off, suddenly he got it! Ben watched as it happened. Erik’s strokes became less rigid, his body flowed with the lake, his tight stars and stripes but gliding along the water. Ben smiled and cheered him on. Erik was by no means ready for the swim team, but he actually looked like a swimmer. His endurance allowed him to go longer than he had ever swam before in one session.

“I’m going to that dock,” Erik thought. “No way is Ben going to swim farther than me,” the rivalry stirred from earlier in the day.

Ben watched as Erik made his way down the lake, each stroke getting better. Still jumping off the dock, Ryan and Zach stopped and watched as this new swimmer came towards them.

“I like his swimsuit,” Ryan said to Zach.

“You are so funny,” Zach said back. “How did I know you’d check out his swimsuit first,” Zach poked at Ryan. The two young teens laughed at each other. They watched as Ben made a turn in front of the dock. As he started to head back the two guys gave him a quick yell of encouragement. While they did not see it, Erik smiled to himself. As a runner, Erik played off the crowd and rallied at encouragement. It was just what he needed as he faced the long swim back.

“That was awesome,” Ben proclaimed to Erik as he stood up in front of him. “You looked so great,” Ben added as he grabbed Erik and gave him a huge hug. Erik lifted himself onto Ben’s body at the waist, Ben feeling Erik’s anatomy close against him.

“You’re a great coach,” Erik said, a huge smile of accomplishment on his face. He gave Ben a quick kiss on his cheek. They held each other, reveling in the accomplishment.

“You looked great,” Jack’s voice broke their moment. He had watched from the dock, Ben and Erik totally unaware of his presence. Erik slipped off Ben and stood, the two wondering how much he saw.

“Thanks, Jack,” Erik replied. “It was really cool.”

[a speedo minded guy]

You should really publish these stories. They are great. And please continue.