The Endurance Swimmer - part 1

[LongIsland Tom]

You have an extraordinary gift for writing. Admittedly, we on this site have a special interest in the subject matter but, aside from that, you are able to bring the reader in close and hold their attention.
You also have a gift for developing a story line that constantly draws the reader back for more. It’s rare for a writer to possess such a high level of both those abilities.
I have no idea of your age or current profession, but you should definitely consider writing as a career.
Thank you for sharing both your time and gifts with us. LIT

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

... to say Happy Holidays all. Off traveling for the Holiday week... I'll get back to the next chapter as soon as I can... maybe on the long plane flight...maybe not. Meanwhile, much needed sun, fun and swimsuits. Thanks to all of you who have posted kind encouragement.

Special note to LIT: I have PT job as a "ghost writer" for a far more famous novelist. My skill is good, not enough to get me published. One day.....

[sebbie]

And best wishes for the season to you as well....

All the best

Sebbie

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

We had a really great workout in the lap pool, which was a full 25 yards long (yeah, a bit shorter than the university pool). It was actually two lanes connected to the recreational pool. We didn’t do our usual workout, instead a shorter version, allowing us to get out to the beach sooner. The day was evolving to be real nice, unseasonably warm and a full sun. I lifted myself out of the pool and stood there watching Joe, letting the sun soak in and warm me up from the cool water. The water drained from my suit, leaving it cling closely to my anatomy.

“Ready for the beach?’ Joe asked, more as a statement than question. He slid backwards onto the pool deck and then stood up. He looked at me and smiled.

“Can’t wait” I said back. I tugged my suit from its cling.

Joe grabbed his shorts and T-shirt, but did not put them on. I wore only my awesome new suit down to the pool, the gift from Joe. Joe grabbed me by the waist and slid me around toward the beach. “Lead the way” he said as he slid his hands off. We grabbed two loungers and set ourselves up just above the tide line. The three guys we saw earlier getting ready to surf were straight out in front, well into the surf. A few other folks had set up on the beach, but it really was still quite empty.

We laid out our towels and slid the chairs close together. I threw myself down on my back into the chair, the sun hitting my whole body. I slipped the strings out from under the suit so they were still tied, but hung over the front. I fidgeted with them a bit. Joe’s eyes fixed on my strings. “Cute,” he said, “gives you that relaxed, casual look and draws the eyes to the right place”

“I really like the look of the strings out” I said, “but I keep them tucked for swimming.”

“That explains why at meets I always see you pull them out after your events, then tuck them in again before the next”

“Wow, you really notice that?” I asked back. “It also feels a bit more carefree”

“Hey, I pay close attention to you at your meets” Joe replied with a smile. “Who wouldn’t?”

Joe really knew how to make me start to feel sexually charged with his talk of attention. I was enjoying the sensation. I spread my legs a bit and checked myself out as I laid back in the lounger. It was an indication of how my day was going to be; excited, aroused, and bulging out in just my red print suit. I laid my hand on the inner part of my upper leg, feeling it against myself.

“You should lay out” I said to Joe, who was still standing up.

“Be right back,” Joe said. “We probably need a few things.” With that, he slipped on his shorts and he headed back toward the condo.

I laid back and closed my eyes for a few minutes, then watched the three surfers ride the waves in. They looked like black silhouettes in their full wetsuits against the blue backdrop. I never had tried surfing, but it sure seemed like they were having fun. “Maybe one day…” I thought. I closed my eyes again and could feel myself start to drift into sleepiness. I had one arm on my side and the other still on my upper leg. My mind started thinking about Scott.

The sound of Joe setting something up brought me back to life. “I grabbed us some drinks and snacks” Joe whispered. “Sorry to wake you, looks like you were having a nice dream.” Joe set a small table ahead of us and had a small cooler. “I got water, Gatorade, and a couple of beers, just in case” he announced. He also had a whole bag of various snacks, cookies, and chips. “All the stuff an athlete shouldn’t eat” he said.

“You’re awesome” I replied. I thought it was really nice of Joe to go do that. I watched as he shed the shorts, revealing the same suit I had on. I thought that was really cute, too. “Now, you need to relax.”
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We laid back on the loungers and watched the surfer guys as they did their thing. I have to admit they looked like they were having lots of fun. One of them caught a good ride, and he looked impressive as he rode it way in. He stood tall on the board, bent knees. His smile was engaging. His excitment reached deep into anyone watching and made them feel the same ride. I was on that board with him in my mind.

“Damn, he’s pretty good” Joe said.

“Yes, he is” I replied. "Cute, too."

“That suit sure clings to him” Joe added. "And yes, cute."

I smiled at Joe. “They do fit pretty tight,” I said in reply. We both watched as his tightly fitted body laid on the board and paddled back out, his legs flexing back and forth. He had some real power. We watched a while longer in silence.

We both eventually laid back and closed our eyes. My hand met Joe’s as I reached between the chairs. After a few touches, we took and held each other’s hand. I looked glancingly at the two of us in matching swimsuits and smiled. Joe was far more fit than even most guys my age, and I thought how much of an inspiration he was to me to be as fit as him when I caught up to his age. Joe had an astounding nice body, and his suit fit him well, displaying a nice prominent mound of masculinity. I was sure he had no idea how great he really looked. Joe clasped my hand a little tighter. His grip made me feel warm inside. We both took in the moment, the sun and warmth feeling great on our bodies.
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“How about a walk” Joe whispered to me as my eyes opened. I clearly had fallen asleep and must have had quite the dream, because I was rock hard. I looked down at my bulge which was as large as Mt Katahdin (the biggest in Maine, where I grew up). Joe never said a word about my state, but from what he did say, he surely noticed.

“You must have had a fun dream” Joe said after he mentioned the walk.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I said. “Maybe a quick dip in the water then a walk sounds great”

“I know a great burger stand on the boardwalk. We can grab some lunch, if it is open this early in the season.”

I nodded as I trotted out to the water. I ran til the waves hit the mid section of my body. A few hits of cool water and all was back to normal, except for that feeling of arousal that seemed to be brewing in my as the day went on.

“Bet that felt good” Joe said as he met me. He was up to his ankles in the surf. “Let’s show this beach what two hot guys look like” he added as he grabbed my hand.

We headed toward the main part of town as we ventured into a deep conversation about growing up and finding yourself. On that walk our relationship started to take on a far deeper meaning. The fact that we were in matching suits was moving beyond just a cute thing.

“Oh cool, it’s open" Joe said with dramatic excitment, breaking into our deeper talk.

I looked up at what he eyed and saw this tiny burger and fries stand, the kind where you walk up to a window and order. Joe wrapped his hand around my waist and turned me toward the boardwalk.

“Prepare to be amazed” he said. “Best burgers I ever had.”

And so it was the very best burger I had ever had. I am not sure if it was the food, the company, or the continuation of our deeper talk that made it so. I know to this day that burger was and will always be the best burger we both ever had. In that simple walk and lunch, our relationship found its real meaning. Or, maybe, we found it.

Is this the end? Should there be more... hmmmm

[a speedo minded guy]

Another great chapter in this wonderful story. Please don't stop. I'd love to read more.

[Swimmboy]

Yes, please continue. Does the virile young athlete allow the 'old' guy to touch him the way we know Joe wants to touch the college stud? Does Ryan go back to school and tell Zach what happened? How does Zach react? Looking forward to the next installment!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

The sun felt awesome as we both laid out in the loungers, letting our bodies absorb the amazing burger we had eaten for lunch. I lowered the back of my chair straight out so I was laying almost totally flat on my back, with a rolled up towel under my head as a pillow. I adjusted my strings so they laid over the top of my suit. Joe remained with his chair back propped up, sitting bent at the waist.

“You look comfortable,” Joe said.

“This is great,” I replied.

The three surfing guys were out in the water still. They probably had taken a break while we were swimming, but from our perspective it seemed like they had been in the water the whole time. I propped my head a bit to watch them, but the warm sun was certainly making my eyelids very heavy.

After a while, the three surfers headed in, boards under their arms once they got through the shallow surf. On shore, they laid their boards down and each of them unzipped their wetsuits, pulling them down to their waists, so they hung like rubber sacks around their knees. The two guys in board shorts slid their wetsuits off the rest of the way, while the third guy, the one who had on the black swim brief, kept his on. I didn’t realize why at first, but then recalled that his girlfriend had taken his shorts from him when she left. None of them had towels, so they sat on some of the chairs left for condo residents, drying in the warm sun. They were about 20 feet from where Joe and I had camped out.
Finally, I guess the whole hanging wetsuit got too uncomfortable. The third guy finally shed his the rest of the way, revealing himself in his black brief. I could see it had a Tyr logo on it.

“I wonder where she is with my shorts,” he said to his friends, standing looking back towards the boardwalk. He was tall ad lean and really looked nice in that little black suit.

“Probably hiding with a camera, taking shots of you right now” one of the guys said back. I smiled to myself on that comment.

As the guys sat and laid on the loungers, sharing stories about the day, the girlfriend arrived. The guy in the black brief got up and gave her a big hug, she rubbed his butt and they kissed for several seconds. She patted his butt as the separated. I wondered how he could do that and not get hard, but he didn’t.

“Had fun?” she asked

“Oh man, it was a great day” one of the dudes replied.

“Water was cold, but the sun felt great” another replied. I was laying back, eyes closed, listening to them. My eyes would scantily open once in a while to see what they were doing. I had reached out and connected hands with Joe as we both laid out in the sun. He was still half sitting, I was laid all the way back.

“Where are my shorts?” the brief guy asked his girlfriend.

“Oh S..t,” the girl answered, “I never even thought about them.”

“Wow” said the guy, a perplexed look on his face. “I’m not walking back like this,” he added pointing at his own tiny suit. Frankly, he looked stellar in it.

“Guess you are” said one of the other dudes. It was clear the Tyr clad dude was feeling very self conscious. However, he was damn cute. Wavy blonde hair, a really strong, clean chest, no real abs but a nice body, and he had a package to die for attached to he some really awesome legs. He looked like a model and he seemed like a real sweet guy, too. I was certainly interested. Too interested.

The two guys in shorts took off, heading back to their respective condos. That left the really cute hot dude in his Try black brief with his girlfriend. She had on white cotton shorts and a yellow tight fitting T.
They both stood there for a while, she was holding both his hands and facing him. After a few minutes, she walked him over to the loungers and they both sat down. She playfully pushed him back, so he was laying out in the lounger closest to me. She pulled the other one right against his and laid on her side, facing him.

Joe’s hand toughened a bit on mine. “He’s a pretty nice looking guy,” Joe whispered to me. “Not often do you see straight guys in briefs”

“Well, except for Zach and Cody,” I replied with a smile.

“Maybe next time they can come down, too” Joe said back, opening up both a return trip and a bigger group.

“That would be cool, you would really like them.” We both smiled then our attention went back to the cute dude and his girl.

I laid back and closed my eyes for a second. The sun and sound of the surf was really nice. Eyes closed, I listened to the young man and lady chat with each other. He was telling her about the day and had seemed to get over his whole swimsuit concerns. My attention drifted on and off them as I sort of dozed off. As my mind wandered back to them, she was looking at him and rubbing his chest, while he talked about the surfing. I was reliving the sensation of a hand rubbing my chest as I watched her massage him. Of course, in my transference of his situation, the hand was not that of a young lady. I started letting my imagination take over.

“I love you in these trunks” she said. “They really show off your cute legs and butt.” As she said this her hand was venturing closer to his waist and she had placed another hand on his upper leg and was very slowly feeling his muscles. “I think we should get you a few more trunks like these”

“Don’t make me hard” he said back to her coyly. He had his hands behind his head, giving her open reign of his body. I could feel the sensation of being rubbed on my upper leg.

“Maybe I like you hard?” she replied with a giggle. Her hand over his chest ran all the way down and she rubbed him right over the suit, sliding her fingers between his legs.

“Oh man” he replied. He fidgeted a bit as she laid her head on his chest and continued to massage his abs, upper legs and middle. He wrapped on arm around her side. By now he was really turned on, as what was inside his little black suit made a huge and prominent display. I could feel myself getting to the same state as I continued to imagine what he was feeling, making myself tingle in excitement.

She was careful not to just go at him. Instead she would run along the leg band and then slide her hand or fingers up and over his bulging suit. He wiggled one leg in an effort to hold back. He had incredible self control as she continued to tease him madly for several minutes or more.

“Oh my,” he said as she gave him a couple really good full hand strokes. I knew he had to be close. He slid his free arm and hand and tried to adjust a bit. She grabbed his hand and held it there, her hand on top of his, pressing and holding him firmly. He wiggled underneath and moaned a bit with pleasure. I am sure what as happening was driving him wild. It was doing that to me, as I could feel my own urges rise. .

“I can’t stop” I heard him tell to her. I could see his legs tighten. He moaned again. She released her hand from his, but he held held his on his mound, squeezing himself. She rubbed his chest and across him again. He arched his back a bit. “Oh, please” he said. She smiled at him. Within seconds, he had lost control and felt his anatomy begin the thrusting pushes of release. He laid back and sighed deeply as his body was exploding within the confines of that hot black suit. She rubbed his chest again, and watched.

My eyes opened as I felt the pressure of myself n my suit, my own urges pressing to the final stages. Once again, rock solid in my suit and I felt like I was about to explode. My hand was on my waist just above my suit. I was so close, I was not sure I could avoid it. I laid still trying to let my urges calm, then I rolled on my stomach. I was doing all I could to hold back, not wanting to release in my brand new suit. I looked at Joe and then I glanced over to where the guy and girl were, but the two loungers were empty.

“Where did they go?” I asked Joe.

“Oh they left shortly after you dozed off, didn’t stay long.”

I laid still, my one leg twitching a little as I held back with all my strength. Joe reached over and rubbed my shoulders.

“I just had the wildest dream” I said, amazed at how real I thought it was. I was able to hold my control, but barely.

“I know,” Joe said. “You were quite animated in it. I was having fun watching you.”

I could feel myself still rock hard as I laid on my stomach. I clearly was pretty comfortable around Joe, he now had seem my twice in this state. He slid his hand down my back and gave me a full back rub. He gently rubbed all the way down and across my butt.

“You got yourself pretty worked up.” Joe commented to me. “I knew whatever your were thinking abut was pretty hot. You were making me get turned on.”

“Oh man,” I said. Both remarking to him and to myself. I rolled back over, still aroused, but at least averting my own explosion. As I calmed down, I told Joe about my dream.

“Not only are you handsome, you have quite the imagination,” Joe said as I finished my story. We laid there for a few more seconds, Joe’s hand sitting on my abdomen, my hand touching his arm.

“Maybe before dinner we can go check out a few shops” he said to me, changing the subject. “Then just the two of us, the hot tub, and a nice dinner.”

“That sounds sweet” I said, as I got up to head to the water.

“Sorry I keep getting this way in front of you,” I added.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” Joe added. “You are young, athletic and it is kind of fun to watch.”

We enjoyed the rest of the afternoon in the sun, reading, holding hands and watching the surf. It was the beginning of a really great night.

To be continued....

[LongIsland Tom]

I hope you realize that your story is becoming verbal viagra.

[Byron]

Yes, watch out for cardiac arrest in this rise of literary libidos !

[Swimmboy]

Hot, hot chapter - the teasing, the foreplay - just scorching hot!